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The Pool House

This was inspired by a VERY inspiring dream I had the other night, and also urged-on by my lovely bestie (and fellow degenerate) @jensensgotyoudean​ - Liz, this one’s for you! (And me. Not gonna lie.) Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Original Female Character

Word Count: 2365

Warnings: None, oral sex, Dean having fun for a change

The scent of the sweet almond verbena and wild roses planted around the pool almost won the battle to overpower the smell of chlorine, a strangely pleasing combination. But then, everything was pleasing at the moment – warm water lapping against her skin, only the underwater lights from the pool to brighten the scene, the muscles of Dean’s back gleaming in the reflected glow as he dived beneath the surface.

It seemed like a dream, this whole night. The wealthy owner of the sprawling home across the enormous lawn from the pool had been incredibly grateful for their work of the past couple of days, ridding him of a particularly nasty poltergeist that had caused minor injuries and constant damage to the house. He had offered them the weekend use of the guest house/pool house, free use of the pool, and had stocked the guest house kitchen with food and drink enough for an army. Or Dean. They had made a flying trip to the mall for suits, then headed for the pool.

They swam together for a while, laughing and splashing like a couple of twelve-year-olds, but now she was lounging against the side, sipping at an icy margarita. Dean was having the time of his life, completely embracing the moment, and she couldn’t help but smile. He needed this, to drop the weight that he usually carried on those broad shoulders, and opportunities like this were rare. He occasionally stopped by her side, pulling her close, his body warm and slick against hers, his fingers dipping beneath her bikini top to tease a nipple as he kissed her senseless.

Watching him like this was almost more intoxicating than the margarita. And his teasing was driving her crazy. He came to a splashing stop behind her and kissed her neck, sending goosebumps over her body as he slipped his hand into her suit bottom, then deftly penetrated her with two fingers, his other arm pulling her tight against his chest. “Baby, I know you’re wet, but… you’re wet,”  he murmured into her ear, then continued nibbling at her as he stroked slowly inside her.

“You’re such a tease,” she whined, her head thrown back against his shoulder.

“Makes it so much more fun later,” he taunted, sucking a mark into the tender skin at the slope of her shoulder. He brought her so close to the edge that she began to tremble, then pulled his hand back slowly and whispered into her ear again. “So much more fun.” He took off with a wicked chuckle, diving again like the world’s naughtiest dolphin, and she hung on to the pool edge for dear life as she struggled to calm herself again.

“You are such a dick!”

“You love it!” Jerk. He wasn’t wrong.

“You two havin’ a good time?” Their host strolled into view, and they greeted him with a smile.

“This is amazing, you have no idea how long it’s been since we were able to do something like this,” she answered. “Thank you again!”

“No, thank you. If y’all hadn’t taken care of that thing, I mighta just sold the damn place. Hey, just wanted to let you know, I have to leave on a business trip...”

“Oh.” Dean’s broad smile had faded, but he was hiding his disappointment well. “Hey, we can get our stuff together and get out of your way,” Dean said, heading for the side of the pool.

“Nope.” The owner was shaking his head and holding up a hand as he continued. “Wouldn’t think of askin’ y’all to leave. I’ll just lock up the main house, and I’ll lay the keys to the pool house inside the shower room, just lock up when you two leave and stick the keys in the mail slot at the house. No reason you need to go. Just wanted to let you know I was leavin’. You two enjoy yourselves, now!”

A few minutes later, they heard a honk from the BMW’s horn as their host left the property. Dean’s eyes were sparkling with delight as he swam to her side again, a lecherous smirk on his face. “Skinny dip time!” She couldn’t smother her smile, shaking her head as he reached around to undo her top, then helped her shed the bottom half. He tossed her suit on the side of the pool, and then stripped his own off and added it to the pile. “Come on, baby, swim with me,” he coaxed, pulling at her hand, and she responded with a playful splash to his face before diving under the surface. “Ohhhh, that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

They played for a while, chasing each other and, even more fun, catching each other. Dean finally trapped her against the side, tickling her until she could barely breathe. “Dean… stop, I mean it!” she managed to force out, laughing, and he took mercy on her, resting his hands at her waist and kissing her.

“I love how slippery you are,” he grinned, moving his hands over her body, then cupping her breast and kissing her again, the playfulness shifting to heat in a matter of seconds. He was moving his hips, his very evident erection trapped between their bodies, and she reached for him, feeling him gasp into their kiss.

“Maybe it’s time to get out of the water,” she mumbled against his lips, and he nipped gently at hers before nodding.

“Yeah. Maybe.” He moved away reluctantly, giving her one last kiss before climbing out of the pool and holding a hand out to help her. Once she was standing beside him, he smiled, his eyes lit up with mischief again. “Naked race to the pool house!”

Holy shit, the man was fast. She shouted, “No fair!” as she took off after him, but there was no way she’d catch him. She was caught in his arms as she reached the shower room, and he laughed, an unrestrained, full-bodied laugh that made her heart sing. This was what she wished for him all the time - freedom from the ever-present responsibility and worry, allowing him to let this side of himself out to play. God, she loved him.  

A stack of fluffy white towels sat nearby on a counter top, and she grabbed one with determination in her eyes. Against the opposite wall sat a bright white Adirondack chair, and she began to push him in that direction. He stumbled a little, a bemused smile on his face, and let her guide him. After she covered the seat of the chair with a towel, she nodded towards it. “Have a seat, cowboy, it’s my turn to play.”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that,” he responded with a grin, sitting down and relaxing against the reclining back of the chair, his arms laid along its arms. He was sprawled in the perfect position, knees spread, his cock jutting up proud, and she couldn’t help but stare for a moment. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, but it would embarrass the hell out of him if she said anything like that, so she’d just have to show him.

She lowered herself down between his knees, watching his chest rise and fall with the quickening breath of anticipation. She trailed her fingertips up the insides of his thighs, then let the tips of her nails drag lightly back towards her. His eyelids fluttered almost closed, his tongue gripped between his teeth for a moment, his skin beginning to flush a little with arousal. His cock gave an anxious twitch, and she smiled. “Hello, gorgeous,” she said softly as she moved closer, stroking up his length gently, then leaning in to kiss the tip.

“So fucking sexy,” he panted, almost whimpering when she kissed him again, sucking gently and playing her tongue over the soft, warm skin. He swore softly and finally let his head drop back against the back of the chair with a thud.

This was exactly what she wanted, for him to just surrender himself to the pleasure, and she gave him a predatory smile before licking her lips and taking him into the welcoming heat of her mouth. She encircled him with one hand, a gentle twist with each bob of her head, working more of his length between her lips. She sucked as she drew back, then plunged him back inside further, fighting her gag reflex to take him in as far as she was able. He jumped as he hit the back of her throat, almost shouting, the sound echoing in the empty tiled room.

“Holy fuck… FUCK...” he just kept swearing, an endless mantra, squirming in the chair, his arms flung out and his back arching as she continued to work him over. She cupped his sac with her free hand, massaging him and letting the nail of her middle finger trail whisper-soft over his perineum, almost coming undone herself at his desperate, whining moan in response. “I can’t… I can’t… I’m gonna...” he was incoherent now, fighting to keep from bucking up into her mouth, and she pulled off slowly, staring into his glazed-over eyes.

“Stop fighting it. Just let go. I want you to,” she said firmly. He stared back, an almost pleading look in his eyes, their green hue dark and intense with arousal. “Please, Dean. I need you to.” Finally he gave a barely perceptible little nod, and she bit her lip, then smiled softly before lowering her head again.

She took him in slowly, reveling in his long, low, gut-deep groan at the sensation. She worked him in as deep as she could and then braced her hands on his thighs and gave a little nod. He didn’t move for a moment, and she sucked, digging her nails in a little, and he let out a growl that resounded through the room as he let himself go.

She was whimpering, fighting to relax her throat as he fucked up into her mouth, growling and grunting like a wild thing. She was on the edge herself, quaking, unable to catch her breath with the speed of his thrusts. He let loose with a savage shout as he came, the sound reverberating in the room, and she struggled to swallow as much as she could as he flooded her mouth and throat. He dropped back into the chair, panting hard, and she suckled at him gently, coaxing out the last drops of his seed.

She pulled off of him carefully, bending to wipe her face on the towel dangling from the chair between his legs. She leaned forward to kiss his belly, then laid her head there, relishing the ache in her jaw and throat.

They sat like that for several minutes, both of them too spent to move. She smiled, sighing contentedly when his hand touched her hair, his fingers stroking through it. When he shifted, moving to sit up, she sat back on her knees and looked up at him. He stared down at her, soft wonder in his eyes, reaching to cup her face in his hands. “Hey, sunshine,” he said, his voice a little hoarse, then leaned in to kiss her, tender and thorough. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shook her head with a smile. “I’m good. So good.” She met his gaze again and her smile slowly faded as she lost herself in his eyes.

He stroked over her cheek with a work-roughened thumb. “When you look at me like that… there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.” His voice wavered just a little, and she closed her eyes against the sting of happy tears, leaning up to place a lingering kiss on his lips.

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Late – very late – the next morning, she lay sprawled on a lounge chair near the pool, basking in the sun, feeling lazy and sated and positively decadent, her mind lingering pleasantly on the perfect day and night before.

They had both showered and then stuffed themselves from the amazing array of meat, cheese, and fruit trays in the fridge, along with a few cold beers. Then she had crawled into bed, mere minutes ahead of him, and promptly fell asleep, unaware of Dean smiling indulgently down at her with a shake of his head before pulling her into his arms and joining her. She had pleasantly drifted back to consciousness a few hours later with Dean’s head between her thighs, his hands kneading at them as he drove her to a shattering climax. This time it had been her turn to fill the room with rasping, desperate cries and blissful sighs until she was begging him to fuck her, and he had pinned her down and given her exactly what she’d asked for.

She opened her eyes with a gasp as a spray of water doused her from the pool, Dean’s laughter contagious as she sat up, trying and failing to glare at him. “You’re in trouble.”

He grinned up at her from the water, droplets coursing down his face and shoulders. “Why don’t you come in here and teach me a lesson?” He swam to the middle and turned back, shouting, “And leave your suit. I don’t know why you’re wearing it, anyway!”

“Because sunburned nipples would be very bad.”

He made a pained face. “Ooooh, yeah. Well, I guess you’ll just have to stay in the water with me. I know, just turn yourself into a mermaid.” She jumped into the water and he swam close, pulling her in for a wet kiss, letting out a pleased hum as her breasts slipped and slid against his chest. “Yeah, I think we should look into a spell for that.”

“Not sure you’d like it,” she retorted with a little smirk. “Mermaids are missing something that you’re kinda fond of.” She laughed as his eyebrows drew together, then raised again as he nodded.

“Yeah. I’m real fond of those parts. Damn.” He kissed her again with a little squeeze to her breast and swam a few strokes away before turning, pointing towards her with a grin. “I know! Naked water sprite!”

God, she loved him.

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Finish What You Started

Summary: Dean coming from the shower, need I say more.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Pretty much all smut. Smidge of fluff. Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Objectification of Dean's smoking hot, straight from the shower body

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 469

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write for 15 minutes without deleting anything.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, I saw this simple post from @jay-and-dean and @b3autyfuldisast3r and it gave me an idea (okay, it gave me SO many ideas) and I decided to use it to fill the "no deleting" prompt. I can't tell you how incredibly hard it was not to hit that backspace and delete and rewrite parts of this. The only thing I corrected were spelling mistakes, so that it wasn't unreadable.

The prompt says to write for 15 mins, but I think I was closer to 18 mins, just so I could give it some kind of ending (ish). I haven't even read it over because the temptation to edit would be to great! So, this might be gibberish - please be kind. 😁 Hope you like it! 💓

The beautiful text divider at the bottom, was created by @talesmaniac89.

Dean woke you up slightly when he got up from bed.  He murmured an apology and kissed your forehead.

“Sleep, sweetheart.” He whispered, in a voice still craggy with sleep.

And you smiled and obeyed.  But not long after, you awoke again, as he came back into the room.  You cracked your eyes open and were rewarded with the sight of Dean in a towel that didn’t quite fit around his hips. He held the corners together in his big hand, but most of his left hip and all of his long leg was bare, like his torso.

Giving up on trying to keep it in place, Dean pulled the towel from his waist, and briskly rubbed his body dry with it. Your eyes were wide open now, and even though you knew you were allowed to look, you felt like a voyeur, and even though you’d seen him fully naked dozens of times now, the sight still froze your breath. He finished drying himself and turned toward the bed, where you ogled him.

The smile that spread across his face was smug as hell, and burned you alive with its sexiness. 

“Enjoying the show, sweetheart?” He asked, tossing the towel aside.

You shrugged as though it was no big deal.  “M’eh. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Oh, really? Should I change things up for you?”

“What do you have in mind?” You asked, smiling cheekily.

In answer he took hold of his cock where it hung between his legs and began pumping it slowly. “Maybe, instead of getting dressed right away, I should tell you about the dream I had during this last hunt, when I was desperate for you.”

His big hand moved up and down his shaft as he walked toward the bed.  “In my dream you looked a lot like you do right now, naked under the blankets.  But I knew as soon as I was close enough, I could pull them back and uncover your soft, silky skin and warm thighs.”

His cock was getting harder as he spoke.  He spit into his palm, and continued to stroke himself, a bit faster now.  “So I inched closer to the bed,” he said, quietly, “and just as I was about to reach out and rip back the sheets so I could devour you, taste every inch of you, pull you apart with my mouth, so that you come on my tongue…”

You were practically panting as he reached the side of the bed, fully erect now.  “I was just reaching for the blanket – when Sam shook me awake.”

Dean threw up his hands and shrugged.  “Can you believe that?”

He turned and walked away and you screeched an unholy sound as you ran after him.  “Get back here, Dean Winchester and finish what you started!”

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Drabble: Don't even bother making the bed

Author's note: So, I had this weird-ass dream, which also turned out to be very interesting. As I was sharing it with my friend @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior , I had this idea for a short Dean x Reader story. In my dream, Dean/Jensen had the Soldier Boy look (longer hair + beard), hence the gif and pic above. Please, notice I'm not a native English speaker, so I might have made mistakes. Also, this isn't beta'ed and I wrote it on my phone, before going to bed (it's 1AM here and I have to wake up early, so help me God).

I hope you guys like it! ❤

Rate: M - Mature (not sure, but better safe than sorry...)

Warnings: mentions of sexy times, and I think that's it.

He was laying on his stomach, his chin on top of his joined hands so he could keep his head up while he watched you.

Dean always does that. Every time you have to work early and he gets to stay in bed, he wakes up when your alarm rings so he can watch you get dressed.

He doesn't bother to put on his clothes, though. So, when you finish putting on your blouse and tidying it up, you look at him and you can't help but smile. He's absolutely gorgeous. For the first time since you started dating, you managed to convince Dean not to shave and cut his hair so often. Now, he was sporting a short beard and his hair was longer than you've ever seen. Nothing like Sam's hair, but still long for Dean's standards.

Obviously, he looked hot as hell. The longer hair gave you something to hold and gently pull every time he gave you so much pleasure you needed to keep your hands on his head to keep yourself from losing your goddamn mind. And the beard gave your skin new marks, more physical proof of how intensely he loved you.

Sometimes it was really hard to believe that man was all yours. You were his, always was, since the first time you met, but you never had much hope about Dean feeling the same. Turns out he did, and when you found out, he made sure to not let you doubt the intensity of his feelings for you ever again.

"You're so beautiful". His deep voice, thick with sleep, brought you back from your wandering thoughts. You smiled, feeling your cheeks get warm. "Thank you, babe. I wish I could stay in bed with you a little longer". You said, pouting and walking the short distance to the bed where he was laying. As you bend down to reach his face, he lifted his head to meet you halfway. The feeling of Dean's soft lips on yours was something you could never get used to. You didn't want to get used to it, really. That excitement you felt every time he kissed you, that tingling on your skin where he touched, you wanted to feel it forever, and you knew you could only have that with Dean.

"Sweetheart", he said against your lips. "If you don't want me to drag you to this bed and make you get late for work, you shouldn't be doing that". You chuckled, removing your hand from his delicious bare butt you couldn't help yourself but to squeeze when he deepened the kiss. Dean's butt was as perfect as the rest of him. Firm, muscular, soft and round. Your hands always ended up searching for his butt when he was on top of you, between your legs. God, just thinking about it and you're already wet.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist". You answered, not really feeling sorry and knowing he liked to know how much you loved his perfect ass.

"I know, and I love you for it". Dean gave you another gentle kiss before you could stand up and finish dressing.

"I love you too. And don't even bother making the bed, Dean Winchester. I wanna find you still naked on those sheets when I get home. You said you wanted to do some things to me last night, and I intend to make you keep your promises". You winked at him as you left the room, making sure to sway your hips a little, just to keep him interested.

"Yes, ma'am!". He yelled back, making you laugh.

[impala-dreamer]

Dean x reader, waking him from a nightmare about purgatory, maybe calming smut?

You’re Home

Dean x Reader

682 Words

Warnings: NSFW. PTSD. Nightmares. Dissociation. Light Smut. 

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It was low, but his cry woke you. 

His back was to you; blue neon from the bar across the street pulsing through the window to halo his silhouette. You could see his shoulders shake from your bed across the small divide, hear his shallow breaths as he groaned, speaking through his dream. 

“Where is he… No!”

Your feet were light on the shaggy carpet as you ran to his side. It wasn’t unusual for him to have nightmares, but he was shaking so badly that the bed was creaking. It nearly broke your heart. 

“Dean?” You lay a soft hand on his shoulder and it did nothing to calm him. 

“Cas… Dammit!”

“Dean, come on,” you kept your voice soft and moved your hand to his cheek, gently patting. “Dean, you’re OK. You’re home.” 

“No!” 

His hand shot up like a bullet from a gun, locking tight around your wrist before you knew what was happening. He yanked you to him as he sat up, eyes opening wide with panic. 

“Dean! It’s me!” You looked up into vacant eyes and tried to twist away from his grip. “Dean, wake up.” 

His fingers tightened and yours went numb; he was stuck in something horrible and you had to snap him out of it. 

“Dean!” Your free hand cracked across his cheek and he gasped, grabbing that wrist too as he was jarred awake. You grit your teeth, trying not to scream at the pain. “Dean?”

He blinked rapidly and the vision faded as your face became clearer. “Y/N?” He dropped your wrists and grabbed your face instead; rough fingers soft on your cheeks as he pulled you close. He needed to ground himself in reality, break the nightmare’s spell. “Where are we?” he asked, voice cracking as he tried not to cry. 

“Wyoming,” you whispered, “Huntsmen Motel off U.S. 14, room eighteen.” 

He let out a heavy breath and his shoulders relaxed. 

“You’re OK, Dean. I’m here.” You smiled between his hands and watched a tear leave his left eye, rolling sadly down to land on his green henley. “It’s OK, I promise.” 

He didn’t say a word, just took a breath and leaned in. He kept his eyes open as he kissed you, watching, making sure you were real. When you kissed him back, parting your lips for him, he calmed, letting his eyes flutter closed and his hands slide away. 

When you broke the kiss, he pulled you back, one big hand curling around the nape of your neck as he laid down. You went with him, guided by the pressure of his fingers and the desperate look in his eyes. He needed you with him, needed to feel you, skin on skin, breath on breath. 

You hesitated as his hand slid up under your shirt. “Dean… maybe we-”

“Please,” he breathed, lips hot on your throat. “Please, Y/N. I need you.” 

He lay you back, naked and shivering in the cool air. His lips mapped your body, remembering every spot, every curve. His hands held you down and wound you up, a steady trek across your flesh fueled by hunger and loneliness. 

His eyes were still distant as he thrust into you, the bed creaking now for more than his sobs. You pushed your hand into his chest, palm catching each heartbeat as it raced; beads of sweat dampening your palm. 

Tears started to roll again when he came; the release was too much to take. He dropped his head, arms still locked around your sides, hips still between your thighs. 

“Dean, you’re OK,” you told him again, hoping this time it would break through the fog. “You’re back. You’re safe.” 

He looked up, brows creased with pain, eyes rimmed in red. “Will you stay with me? Tonight?” 

Arms wrapped tight around his neck, you drew him down to you, kissing his forehead sweetly. “Of course.” 

He lay at your side, curling into you, afraid to close his eyes again. “Thank you.” 

Gently, you slid your fingers through his and squeezed. “I got you, Dean. Always.” 

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 97

Jared's POV

‘Today's outing was fun,’ I think as I watch my extended family enter into the rental. The kids enjoyed the boat ride and seeing my oldest son get excited when he spotted the manta ray made my heart soar. 

The kids were all excited even after we disembarked from the boat, wanting to try and see everything. Even while we were eating, their eyes were taking as much in as they could.

It didn't take much persuasion to get them changed and bedded down so when Drea suggested we test out the hot tub, who was I to refuse? But there was only one problem.

"Pregnant women are advised not to get in one," I tell her but she just smiles that gorgeous smile of hers.

"So," she shrugs. "I won't submerge my whole body. Just me feet…..doesn't stop you all from enjoying it."

I swear the woman has an answer for everything! My heart swells at knowing the mother of my third child is so smart, so knowledgeable and can resolve any problems. 

I watch as Gen strips from her clothes and walks across the room in her birthday suit and I have to admit, my wife is sexy as hell! She is exactly who I dreamed of when I thought of who I would marry and spend my life with.

She has given me two handsome sons and I couldn't be more grateful. After Shep was born though and she developed the bleeding disorder, I know she was scared I would leave her, that she was inferior as a woman because part of her was missing.

But that was the furthest thing from the truth. She is the love of my life and I don't think any less of her. We had two sons, who said we needed more?

But of course, after Danneel gave birth to her and Jay's daughter and then Drea gave birth to Jackson, that baby fever bug bit into Genevieve.

Many nights I comforted her cries as she sobbed for another chance, another shot at being a mother. 

When Gen had first brought up the idea of asking Drea to be a surrogate for us, I was against it. Yes, we'd have another child but she wouldn't be the one carrying it and nurturing it as he or she grew. 

But my wife assured me she didn't have a problem of missing out on those aspects. "Padaleckis are big babies and I really am not going to miss pushing another out of my vagina." She told me.

So we decided to broach the subject with Drea and Jensen. Of course at first he was totally abhorred at the idea until once again, my beautiful wife explained the more clinical side of the procedures of in vitro fertilization.

At that original meeting, none of us were wise to the fact that the injections would fail and now here we are almost a year later, with Drea impregnated by me and the four of us are what is considered swingers. 

My, how life can throw curve balls out of nowhere. But I wouldn't change a single thing. I have my gorgeous wife, my best friend and his...well, she might as well be his wife if he'd just man up and ask her, are all in a committed, sexual relationship. 

"You ready?" Gen breaks into my train of thought. She dons the same yellow string bikini from a few days ago; the one that makes my dick twitch at the sight. A towel lays over her arm as she opens the bedroom door and sashays out. 

"Down boy," I chastise my responsive cock as I watch her hips swing. "Later, we'll pound that pussy good."

The situation in my trunks isn't helped any when we get outside and Drea is sitting there, kicking her feet through the water while talking to Jay. 

Have her boobs grown overnight? They look to be almost overflowing the cups of her swimsuit. And that bump! Her one-piece fits snug against it, making evident that she is pregnant.  She is carrying my child.

Gen and I both slip into the jacuzzi opposite her and Jay.

"Oh my god." I say as the jets begin drumming against my muscles. "Wow,  this is amazing.  We need to look into getting one."

Silence follows as we all enjoy the reverberations against our tired and sore bodies. 

I lift my head and smirk at Jensen. "So 'cheeseburger'?"

I can tell by his smirk in response that he knows exactly what I'm referring to.

“Like I don’t know where ‘salad’ came from? Yea, that’s right. I know what your safe word is too. Got some Sammy Winchester vibes going on in the bedroom huh?”

“So do you Dean. I can’t believe you picked cheeseburger as a safe word,” Jared shakes his head at the absurdity of the subject.

We all take a moment to laugh and then I remember something I'd been meaning to bring up to my co-star since we filmed the final episode.

“Speaking of the Winchesters, I've been thinking. How are they going to explain that Dean actually killed Death? Death is death, you know." I slide away from Gen and closer to Jay.

We discuss the show for a while when something catches my attention. I look from my friend across the water to see the girls caught up in a sensual kiss.

“Holy shit. Looks like we’re going to get a show.” I say, smacking my hand on Jay's chest.

But before it goes any further, Gen pulls away and turns to stare at me. There is an agitation in her glare. 

She turns back to Drea and speaks, “Sorry Drea. Just not in the mood tonight. I’m tired.”

I watch in shock as she climbs out of the water, wraps a towel around her and walks into the bungalow.

“What the fuck was that about? Man, what did you do?” Jay asks, looking at me. “If looks could kill….”

“Nothing that I know of,” I shrug but then it dawns on me. “Shit, what date is it?”

Drea tells me and I nod. “I think it would be almost time for Aunt Flo. She always gets bitchy around then.”

“I’ll go talk to her. Woman to woman," Drea says as she stands up and follows her inside.

"Dude, if I didn't know better,  I'd think Gen despised you. Man, the fire in her eyes," Jay says as he shakes his head and chuckles. "I'm just glad I wasn't on the receiving end of that."

"Yea. Since she had Shep and all that happened, her periods are harder on her. Just give her some space for a little while is what I've learned."

"Are we seriously sitting here talking about menstrual cycles?" Jay laughs out. "Want a beer?"

"Sure."

Gen is sitting up in bed when I walk into the room. She's changed into her pjs but still looking sexy and beautiful. 

Her dark hair is loose around her shoulders and is just a picture of perfection in my eyes.

I, as well as the monster in my shorts, am really hoping she doesn't refuse me like she did Drea. 

"Hey baby," I say as I pull my swim trunks off, my hard cock slapping against my belly. I've always slept in the nude so I climb into bed and go to cuddle against her.

Gen moves and slips out of bed before I can get a good grip on her lithe body.

Ok, surprising but maybe she's cramping. But when she turns toward me I can tell something is bothering her.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you just go kick Jensen out of bed and fuck Drea? She's who you want!"

"What?!" I am dazed. Where is this coming from? "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb Jared Tristan!" She yells. "I'm not stupid. You want Drea! You've always wanted Drea. Man, I should've seen it. You were so willing to fuck a kid into her. Maybe I am the idiot. I played right into it. 

"Oh I bet you just loved that threesome we had. You had her and me there willing to let you fuck us both."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I yelled, pissed that she was not only belittling herself but making what we were doing into some torrid affair. "YOU WANTED DREA TOO ! I take a breathe and lower my voice, although I'm still radiating with anger. “If anyone should be upset, it’s me! You fucking Drea isn’t a means to an end! No, that is just for your pleasure!

 "You wanted another baby and you were the one to choose Drea, not me. When we started this, it was the only way to get her pregnant Nothing else was working so I fucked a baby into her, FOR YOU! 

“Sex with Drea was just to give you what you wanted, what you desired. IT had to happen to get a baby. But you and her fucking didn’t have to happen. Rubbing your pussies together isn’t going to put a baby in her. Not that was for your gratification.This-" I point to my now flaccid dick. "-was needed. "

She opens her mouth to respond but there is a knock on the door. Gen moves to open the door and I jump into the ensuite to pull on a pair of shorts. Sure Drea has seen me naked and I'm positive Jensen has but right now didn't call for that.

Zipping them up over my now completely flaccid member, I can hear Jay's voice.  "It is her business,  he said. "You guys are fighting and her name was brought up so I think it the fuck is her-our- business. 

"Now what the hell is going on?" The tone of his voice tells me there is no getting out of this. What was once an argument between two people now involves four.

I walk back into the room and step up behind Gen. 

"Let's take it outside so we don't wake the kids."

I follow as Drea, Jensen then Gen head toward the back patio. I can't help but stare at the back of Gen's head,  trying to figure out how in the world I'd want Drea over her.

As soon as everyone is settled around the table, Jay runs his hands through his hair.

"So this isn't going to work. I thought we were all in agreement; no one would feel betrayed or left out. What happened?" 

All eyes turn toward me and I shrug. I glance Gen's way and she is sitting there silently scowling at the whole situation.

"We each said that feelings wouldn't get hurt and no one would feel betrayed and left out when we starting fucking each other separately. So, I don't understand what happened. Can someone please explain it?" Drea pleads.

That's all it takes for Gen to explode. She is practically vibrating as she sneers. "What happened?! Like you don't fucking know!" 

Drea looks taken aback and hurt by Gen's accusation. "What are you talking about?" I ask, honestly confused. "What did I do?"

But what Gen accuses of happening leaves me speechless. And when she pulls out her phone and shows us the social media post, I am appalled. 

Gen knows that the media and some fans like to stir up conflict and we've always known not to take anything that is put online to heart. No one knows our lives,  they can only speculate and guess.

It is Jensen who speaks and reminds her not to pay attention to the shit put on the internet. He reminds her that he himself has hugged on her in public.

He also gives his point of view on how I acted today, treating Drea with kid gloves.

I take her hand and thankfully she doesn't pull away. 

"He's right babe," I tell her, gently squeezing  her hand. "I love you so much. I would never do anything to ruin what we've worked so hard for. You are my wife and I love that you are the one I get to grow old with."

Gen looks around the table at each of us and the sighs. "I just think we all need to consider everyone's feelings when we're out in public. But I'm done with this. I'm going to bed."

Once again I watch as my wife leaves me behind with our friends as I try to figure out what she means by being 'done with this'. 

Is she calling the whole swinging relationship off? Are we supposed to go back to just being friends? What about the baby in Drea's womb? 

Jay and Drea head off to bed not long after and leave me on the back patio, contemplating how life got so fucked up.

END JARED'S POV

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[perfackles]

J2M panel 19 May 2019:

Jared joins for the final panel of the Con!

Jared "Misha's usually in the middle."

Misha: I'm just very slowly building up my law suit

Jared: you don't have to build it slowly

There's 10 minutes of outtakes of Jared mounting Misha.

When Jared mounts Misha Jared says Misha didn't fight very well

Question: if you were in charge of everything what storyline would you like together?

Misha: we have talked recently about storylines. [...] Jensen do you want to tell your dream?

Jared: wow this is really romantic?

Misha: long story short is good we're not in charge of anything.

Question: If you could set an episode anywhere outside of the US where would it be?

Jensen: here, JIBcon.

Misha: are you wearing a shirt saying Destiel is real?

Audience screams

Jensen motions encouraging.

Asked about the relationship of Dean and Cas end of season 14.

Jared's reaction was as above as he awaits the answer.

Misha says it was going well, but Dean doesn't like it when Cas stands outside his room all night long?

Jared adds that Cas is naked.

Question: was the season 14 ending edited once they knew 15 was the last?

Misha: the episode was primarily written after Andrew knew 15 was the last

Question: do any of J2m intend to do behind the scenes work I.e. directing for the final season

Misha: I'm going to try and work in craft services

Confirmed Jensen is directing the first episode they shoot.

Jared: I'm going to be a little late

Misha: and I wont know my lines

Jensen: I expect neither of you to be on time or know your lines so I shall rely heavily on actors outside of you.

Jensen talks about the crafting process of being a director. Sometimes it is easy.

More unicorn shenanigans.

Misha: God I hope our children never see this (as he's laughing I add!)

Jensen gets squirted with a water pistol from the front row.

After stabbing a unicorn.

This panel is wild!

Scoobynatural was one of their best times doing an episode as they weren't in it.

Last question:

Question: what song from Led Zeppelin would you chose to put into the series?

A lot of thought!

Misha: what about Girls Just Want to Have Fun?

Jensen is still thinking, Misha: Guys, Jensen is in a coma.

Jensen: I have every Led Zeppelin album on vinyl and I think you're right and it is Ramble On.

The others are joining them on stage.

And we end as we started with pyrotechnics

[jay-and-dean]

Perfect

Jensen x reader

This is an anon request :  Jensen reader age gap where she is an actress on the show and dean's love interest, she is 22 and jensen 30, they have benn dating just 5 monts, she is virgin he was her first kiss, he takes her to a private cabin in the woods, it's snowing, with a fireplace on the bedroom, J pov. What means to him taht she wants to give him her virginity, how he loves and adores her, when they finish he put his forehand to hers and whispers "this is forever, you are mine and I'm yours forever" sensual smut pls

Serie Warnings : Swearing. Nervous virgin reader. Smut. Fluff.

Words : 3.7k

Note : In this story, Jensen’s wife doesn’t exist. This is a fiction, I respect Jensen and all the Ackles family. 

This is my first Jensen ackles fic ever.

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Everything needs to be perfect.

           I know I might sound incredibly cheesy, my friends wouldn't recognize me if they saw me like that. I'm nervous, like a teen, I'm so nervous.

           I wipe my hands on my jeans and bend my knees just a little once or twice. She's late, what if she doesn't come ? I think she will... I mean, she was so excited when I told her that I wanted to take her on a weekend. She will come, she has too.

           But what if she thinks I'm doing that just to get in her pants ? What if she freaks out ? I know she's not ready. And I learned to be okay with that. I won't lie, it wasn't that easy. Not that I'm obsessed by it but, yeah, sex is an important part of a relationship for me, intimacy, connection, pleasure... I never have thought, at thirty, I would be waiting months to touch the girl I date. But she's different.

           I remember when she told me... I was so afraid she didn't want to see me anymore, she had been acting distant since I slipped my hand on her pants and she pushed me away. She was crying, and shaking. How could she have thought I would hate her... That's what she said "You will hate me", I would never.

           "I'm a virgin" she said, it hit me in the face, I had never knew that before with a girl, and it was like, all of sudden, I was a pervert or like our age gap was insurmountable. But she started talking again... And as usual, all became clear and simple again. It always is with her. She's not a teen, she's a young woman, she's gorgeous. She just needs to be reminded that. Yes, she's an actress but not like those starlets I dated, she isn't used to be in the light, even on set, or to be called beautiful...

           My baby and I, we tell each other everything. I told her things my family doesn't know, nor my friends or Jared... She's just easy to talk to. That night I took her in my arms while she told me why she was afraid. And that confession was way more intimate than many of the nights I spent with women.

           She had a boyfriend in high school but he was so insistent, so eager that she got scared. Always talking about what he had already experienced with other girls, how good or bad they was, comparing. She got that stupid idea in her mind that she won't be good enough for him, so she tried to exercise... She bought a toy but she knew nothing about it, and she hurt herself. She was stressed and forced her extremely tense entrance, she didn't use lube, she broke her hymen and bled... all alone, crying in her bed ; for that douche.

           I close my fists thinking of him. My baby stayed terrified of sexual intercourse since then, every time she tried again, she was so tense it made it worse, so she just stopped trying. I read things about that since then, some woman can get so tense it hurts them, I don't want her to be hurt... The snow starts to fall again, and soon I won't see the lake from where I am, behind the window.

           I look at the clock and sigh, maybe the snow slows her car, maybe she had an accident or his stuck somewhere... Stop panicking Jensen, she's only 7 minutes late.

           I prepared everything : hot chocolate is in the saucepan, fire burning slowly in that beautiful fireplace, pillows and blankets everywhere, wooden walls, great windows showing that forest and the lake... I'm in a romcom. I have never seen a place so ridiculously romantic and I don't even try to get in her pants. I want her to feel safe with me, like I do with her...

           Still, as my affection for her grows into love, my desire becomes consuming, and fantasies about making her come occupy my mind a little too often. Dean had her more than me, her character and him have sex all the time, but it is mostly implied on the show ; except that time, where we had to play it. It was only two or three days after I kissed her in my trailer and I didn't knew all I know now back then. I didn't know how terrified she was that I would guess just by acting, like it could be written on her face.

           She told me later, laying against me with her head on my heart. Everything is just so easy between us, so natural. I know her for a little less than a years, and I kissed her for the first time last summer, but she's already my best friend, and right now I miss her.

           A text from Jared "Does she like the place ?" I don't know... And waiting is making me crazy, I put my head on the cold window and sigh. The smell of cocoa is sweet but right now, I could use a beer.

           Finally, a car I know well comes closer slowly and I run outside without a coat to meet her. She steps out of it with an amazed look, smiling adorably showing her teeth.

"Wow... Jay..." she starts but I cut her with a kiss on her soft lips.

She chuckles and hums in the kiss, giving me one more before she speaks again.

"I thought the GPS was drunk" she laughs. "I missed you those three days" she pouts. "Sorry I'm late, stupid snow..."

Stupid snow. My baby is a summer girl, she likes warmth and light, wearing nothing on her arms and sleeping under a tree in the afternoon. And working in Canada doesn't suits her so much, she's always cold, and grumbling about how heavy all those clothes are. I promised her she will see the charms of winter these few days, I really hope she does. But maybe one day, I can take her to Texas with me, give her nothing but endless summers...

"Let me take your stuffs" I say with a hand on her back.

"This is beautiful Jay... really" she smiles again while I take her suitcase on the back seat.

I look at her and grin, she's wearing everything someone can wear : coat, scarf, gloves... I don't regret making the fireplace work all day, I don't want her to be cold.

           Before I can walk back to the cabin, she takes my hand and stares at me.

"Are you even real ?" she says and I could swear I blush for a second. "Look at this beard... I love beard" she puts a kiss on my cheek and takes her glove off to touch my face.

"I know you do, I let it grow for you" I shrug. What my lady wants, she gets.

           When she enters the cabin, she closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth and smell of chocolate. I take off her close and steal a kiss on her slightly smiling mouth, wiping away the snowflakes sticking on her hair.

"This is ridiculous !" she laughs. "Look the size of this fireplace Jay ! A-and this bed ! We could bring Jared here with us" she chuckles and I frown at the idea. "Seriously ? You're frowning Jensen..." she shakes her head. "Jay... It was a way of speaking..."

"I know" I grunt. "So, I made choco..."

But she cuts me. Her lips crashing on mine and capturing it, her hands on my hair and tongue asking for more.

           I open my mouth and give her what she obviously wants, obscene thoughts already rushing through my brain, when I had promised myself that I would keep them away these couple of days.

           But something happens that makes it suddenly impossible, even with a will of steel : she moans in the kiss. She never did that. Ever. And, like I was a teen, my cock twitches in my pants.

"Jay..." she purrs with a voice I never heard before, a sensual, full of innuendos voice. "I... I had a dream last night..." her hands cup my face, scratching the beard with her nails. "One of those sexy dreams I always have about you..."

"Oh you have dreams about me ?" I smile in the kiss, wrapping my arms around her.

"Every woman that knows you exist do Jay... But me..." she bites her lip. "I actually get to touch you, smell you, have you..."

"Baby... No rush" I try but she comes closer, putting her body against mine, my erection poking her lower belly.

"Jay I... I want to try, slow if you don't mind" her eyes are burning with desire, I thought she couldn't get prettier, but that look... "I'm just... don't make fun of me" I shake my head. "I'm horny, and I... even if we don't... would you mind..."

"Hey..." I lift her chin and kiss away her embarrassment. "Baby, I would like nothing more than to play a little with you, and we don't have to do anything... Just relax, tell me how you feel."

           I take her scarf off and kiss her jaw, her hands come shyly on my shoulders and she touches them through my shirt. My baby's body needs me, that's all I need to know.

"I..." she blushes. "I just have this craving of feeling you, biting you..."

"Biting me ?" I smile.

"Yeah... You're so... I could eat you" she chuckles but her beautiful smile disappears suddenly. "B-but I'm also terrified because, what if... What if we play, that gets you... and I can't give you what you need ?"

"What I need is you to be comfortable with me, if I get too hard, I'll take care of it and that's all" I state.

"Or me" she smiles shyly looking down.

A low growl escapes my throat and my hands come to her ass cheeks.

           Leading her to the bed next to the huge fireplace, I realize I might be too hot very soon, but at least she won't be cold. I don't lay her on the bed, because that would freak her out, so I sit on it and look up to her.

           She straddles me and kisses me again, slipping her hand under my shirt to reach the naked skin of my back. I know what she needs : she needs to come by any soft way, and honestly, there is nothing I want more than to make her.

"This craving baby..." I purr, touching her breasts and stomach under her thin sweater. "Is it here ?" my hand goes south and caresses her core through the fabric.

She jumps a little but moans loudly, her head falling on my shoulder to hide she's blushing.

"Y-yeah... But Jay..."

"I know baby..." I cut her, rubbing my fingers a little more on her, making her thighs contract. "Tense and all... Just trust me okay ? I'll stop whenever you tell me to."

With that I move my head back to try and see her, she doesn't show me her face, but I see her nod.

           I'm really too hot, and she seems to want to touch my skin so I take my shirt off and throw it somewhere between one of those thick carpets and mountains of pillows. She looks up and her flushed face is the cutest thing I have ever seen, I push her hair out of it and smile. After a few kisses, she allows herself to touch my chest, and kisses my shoulder sensually.

           I carry her with both my arms and sit her between my thighs, her back against my left arm and legs above my right one. Kissing her jaw, I start touching through her pants again and she closes her thighs.

"Don't..." I whisper before I turn her head to make her stop staring at my right hand with anxiety and kiss her tenderly. "Does it feel good ?"

"Y-yes" she stammers, her neck reddening.

Her hips roll a little and I know she's ready for more. When I open her belt, I need to distract her again, feeling how tense she becomes instantly.

           I slip my hand in her panties directly, but I only caress her folds, not coming to close to her entrance.

"Oh fuck" she moans.

She's wet, very wet, and I know now she wasn't lying when she said she wanted me, a part of me was still afraid she just wanted to please me. With my middle finger, I find her clit and stroke it slowly.

"F-fuck Jay... Yes... Oh..." her stomach contracts and she clings to me.

I can't see the smile on my face, but I'm sure it's both cocky and impressed, a Dean smile, with those innocent yet hungry eyes I gave him when it comes to women. I'm amazed by how reactive she is, how needy... And my pants becomes so tight.

           I circle her clit gently and she starts to pant, her head now on my shoulder, licking her lips in tiny moans. Once or twice, I get closer to her entrance, slowly, gently, until my finger touches the super smooth skin of it, lingering a little.

           I can feel her throbbing, clenching around nothing and think to myself : she doesn't seem too tense right now.

           I go slow, I don't want anything to surprise her, so I push just a little with the tip of my index finger, letting my thumb take care of the pleasure her clit can give her. She contracts brutally before I can even enter her but relaxes the second after. I take it as invitation...

           Sinking my index inch by inch inside her, I moan. The feeling of her around me, and soaking my hand, is killing me. She gasps and bites my jaw, finally allowing herself to let go a little. When my index is deep inside her, I crook it and join the intern spot behind my thumb.

"Jay ! Oh fuck ! J-jay... more !"

More. She wants more... Licking my lips in a grunt, I take my finger out slowly to add another. Her hips starts dancing like she was riding me and I really try to focus on her face, completely in awe at how gorgeous she is.

"Yeah..." this comes out as a whine and I push my fingers as deep as I can, searching her sweet spot.

           She's so close : her walls clenching around me like she was trying to suck me deeper, her face so red, pearls of sweat all over it with the flames reflecting on it, making them look like jewelry.

"Jay !" she cries out when she comes, bending, shaking, scratching my forearm skin trying to grab it.

           She soaks my hand even more with her deliciously slippery juice and I can't help but wish I could be inside her right now. I keep my fingers deep for a moment, just to show her how relaxed she is. And by the time I take them off slowly, I'm the one panting.

"Wow... I..." she tries but I doesn't find words, my baby is usually so good with words.

I take my hand out of her pants and rub my fingers on each other to enjoy the sweet sensation of her juice.

"Oh, I... sorry" she says and I smile from ear to ear.

"You really have no reason to be sorry... Thank you for trusting me baby" I whisper in a kiss. "I love you."

She lifts her eyes and they become extremely shiny. I never told her that yet, I had had in mind for a long time, but I don't say that for nothing. Right now I'm sure.

"I... Jay. I can't even make love to you, how can you love me ?" she looks sad for a second.

"I just made love to you baby..." I assure her, kissing her again.

           She frowns and pauses the kiss to look at me intensely. Her face is confused, then she smiles with bliss on the corner of her eyes. She pushes my hair a little and tugs at my beard slightly.

"The fear" she says. "It's gone."

I frown and watch her take her sweater and top off. She's so pretty, both incredibly sexy and cute ; and even if I have already seen her in her underwear or tiny swimsuit, now it's very different. I want her to be just mine.

           While she takes her bra slowly off of her shoulders, I remember all the amazing memories I already have with her. I want to spend my life with her.

"I love you" she cuts my thoughts. "I love you so much I didn't know that kind of love could exist. I want more, I want you to have everything. I'm done being afraid because you won't ever hurt me... Make me yours."

I could cry. She's so strong and yet, ready to trust me with her eyes closed. The truth is I'm the one terrified of disappointing her, of hurting her. I want everything with her, and for her.

"Are you sure ?" I ask and she starts undoing my pants.

           I watch her and rub her back while she struggles with my belt, then I graze her breasts and my mouth waters. She slips her small hand in my jeans and grabs my cock through my boxers.

"Baby..." I moan.

"Oh... You're... big."

Her eyes widen a little but she starts stroking it gently.

"We can..." I moan. "Stop..." it goes out in a desperate exhale.

"No... Does it feel... good, Jay ?"

All I can do is nod so she bites her lower lip. I grab her and wrap her legs around my waist to carry her on the center of the bed, to put her between the silk pillows like the most precious thing I ever had in my arms, she is really. Staying between her legs to kiss her, stroking her hair lovingly, I take my time.

           I take her pants off slowly, putting kisses everywhere on her thighs. She's nervous, I can see it, but she's right, the fear is gone. And she cutely tries to hide with her hands when I take her panties off, but I gently take her hand away.

"Don't be shy with me baby, you're beautiful" I whisper, putting a kiss on her wet folds, taking a deep inhale of her delicious scent, before I come back to her face.

           She spreads her legs and I sit up to take my jeans and boxers down.

"Can I be bare ?" I ask, knowing I made the tests not long ago after one of our discussions.

"P-please..." she stammers.

I groan low and lower my hips to come in contact with her, my length resting on her folds.

"I don't think you need lube, baby, but I will wet myself okay ?"

She nods and I start rubbing my cock against her entrance, using my hand to coat all of it. The friction is unbelievably good and I already feel dizzy with pleasure. I know I could come like this stroking myself against her, her tiny nervous moans in my ear, her arms clinging to me.

           But I need to make her mine, as she asked. It's weird when we think of it for a minute, I realized that with her : the act of making love, it's beautiful, and weird. I'm about to be inside her...

           I take her thigh a little up and look in her eyes. I feel the fire warming my already sweaty skin on my left side, but it's nothing in comparison to the burning in her pupils. I want to see that until I die.

           When I slowly push into her, she grabs my shoulders, frowning and gasping. But I can't see pain on her face, or signs that she wants me to stop, so I kiss her and push a little deeper. She's incredibly tight and already pulsing but she's not really tense.

"Oh... fuck..." I whisper when my head falls on her shoulder. "Baby..."

I can't tell her I craved that for months, because she will think it was a problem for me to wait, so I just start to thrust very slowly, and kiss her eagerly.

"Wow... Jay" she moans.

Her body welcomes me with an intense softness and my hand devour her skin, taking her nipples between my fingers, tasting her jaw and throat. My thrust are hungry, and I try not to go too hard, but honestly, I would only last a minute if I did anyway.

"I love you" she whines, lifting her legs just a little to allow a new angle.

           I want her to come, but I have no idea if that's even possible now, considering it is her first time but also not really. She's panting and moaning, her nails scratch my scalp, her eyes searching me with love, when they don't roll inside her skull. Bending, I take a nipple between my lips and downright suck at it, making her groan with the sexiest voice I have ever heard. I will do all I can to make her come again, I always get what I aim. My right hand goes back to it's now favorite place and, after feeling myself going in and out with my fingers a few times, I find her clit. She gasps, stealing a growl from me.

           Her orgasm seems to surprise her as much as me. She arches her back, making her beautiful nipples point more up, and grabs the sheets in her fists, making some pillows fall. Her walls throb around me, milking me to give her all of me.

"Yeah... baby... Fuck !" I cry out when an intense wave of pleasure crushes me, and I empty myself deep inside of her.

           She looks at me in awe and I give her my best smile, despite being out of breath. I don't withdraw just now, and put my forehead on hers.

"This is forever, you are mine, and I'm yours forever baby, what do you say ?"

"Forever" she smiles.

           Everything is pefect.

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[angelkurenai]

Imagine having a live on facebook while in bed and your secret and very naked boyfriend who is sleeping next to you, Jensen, crashing it by revealing your relationship by accident.

A smile slowly tugged at the corners of your lips when you felt the small and light but certainly significant dip on your bed. You were sure it wasn't your fiance because he was certainly a lot heavier and was already softly snoring beside you. You turned without opening your eyes to the side you felt it, your brows furrowing when the light from the curtains shone right over your eyes. How the man next to you could keep sleeping even with the sun shining over his face you had no idea but you guessed he was too exhausted from work as it was, so it only made you glad he could this much-needed peace and relaxation in your home.

Feeling the softness over your face, caressing your cheek, the smile on your lips became even bigger and rubbing your eyes you decided to open them to be greeted by one of the cutest sights you could see.

“Well good morning to you.” you said in a baby voice, and you were greeted with a beautiful meow from your cat. The second he noticed you were awake, he approached you even more. You brought a hand up – thankful that your fiancedidn't have a grip on you as per usual – and gave him a couple small kisses and in return not only he nuzzled his face against yours but also gave you a small lick on the cheek which made you giggle.

“Oh alright, I see.” you petted his head, moving to his back to give it a rub “We've been spending too much time with Steve and think you're a golden retriever yourself huh?” you asked in almost a whisper, not wanting to wake up the sleeping man. Your cat however gave you no reaction other than plopping next to you and enjoying the attention and petting from your part.

“What time is it though?” you asked mostly yourself, reaching out for your phone on the nightstand. But the second you took hold of it and checked on the time and notification you had set for the live on facebook which you had promised to your fans, your eyes went wide in horror. You were far too late for that, and maybe you knew who you were going to blame for that when he woke up because tired or not he had managed to keep you up for most part of the night.

“Crap” you muttered before letting out a heavy sigh. You could still do it, sure, and it wouldn't be the first time you had a live only a couple minutes after waking up but this time, unlike the previous one, there was a man sleeping next to you. And the relationship you had with him had been a well-kept secret for a long time that you didn't want out just yet.

Contemplating the choice for a couple more seconds, you glanced at the man next to you and saw that he was still peacefully sleeping. With a final sigh and making up your mind, you brought your phone up and opened the app for the live. Making sure you and your cat were the only ones in the frame and that there would be anything that would hint the other side of your bed was occupied, you finally started.

You paused for a second “Is this thing working?” you narrowed your eyes “I sure hope it is.” a small laugh escaped your lips “My gosh, sometimes I'm worse than Jensen. And the funny thing is I tease him about it!

“Alright, alright we're good.” you shifted to get a bit more comfortable “Well, good morning you guys... I guess if anyone is around at this time?” you squinted at your phone to see the comments and reactions rolling in or more like coming in inwaves “Oh wow ok, plenty of people around I see. You all have been waiting for me?”

You took a look at the comments and other than the usual 'I love you's and 'Good morning's there were several that said they did. “Sorry I had to keep yall waiting but if it wasn't for this one here, I wouldn't even be awake at this point. I feel so exhausted these days but you guys are gonna love it, I promise.” you winked at the camera.

You paused for a second, rubbing softly your cat's back as he purred, reading the comments “Can't give away much at the moment, no, sorry.” another small pause “Oh yeah, he always does it.” you grinned, glancing down at your cat who more than enjoyed the attention “But it's not because he misses me, no. The only thing this one misses is food and attention. He's an attention whore, aren't you Tony?” you asked him, giving him a few more kisses on the head as he closed his eyes and relaxed more “You little bitch only come here when you want food or love but when I want it what do you do hm? Ignore me.”

“He lives up to the reputation of the name.” you smiled, looking back at the camera “And now I'm gonna be waiting for RDJ's comment to be like 'Excuse me? Little bitch? Queen bitch, please!' you said with a giggle, feeling the bed shift next to you and instantly stopping yourself.

“Alright, alright-” you cleared your throat, making sure to lower your voice “I'm gonna have to be a bit quiet today though because I'm not alone in here. So I hope you'll excuse my sort of whispering.” you stopped for a second, taking a look at the comments or at least sections of them as they changed so fast. Your eyebrows raised and your eyes nearly widened when you realized your slip up.

“Oh wow you guys.” you breathed out a laugh that sounded so effortless, easy and genuine but on the inside you were dying “I'm sorry to ruin it to you but I'm talking about one man, and one man only.” you switched the camera so that it was showing your dog laying on his bed on the corner of his room where it was his favorite spot, before you switched it back to yours “Stevie boy loves his sleep, sometimes he makes me think he's a cat himself.” you were so glad you were an actress and your voice came out so confident otherwise it would have been so easy for everyone to tell what you meant.

“I mean-” you tried to seem as you possibly could “I have to look into this. But truth is he never has caused any trouble in here, not unlike this guy right here.” you looked down at your cat who at that specific time decided to look up at you and give you an adorable meow.

“Oh what? What little one? You understood that didn't ya?” you asked with a growing smile and heard another meow “Of course you did. Of course you did. Of course-” you stopped yourself when you realized you were talking to him as if you were talking to a baby and then proceeded to laugh softly with yourself “I've turned into a mama without knowing it hmm. And I love it. Because you're the smartest baby ever.” you gave a small kiss, which was in return followed by a small lick from him.

“I swear you guys, I can hardly look away from him to read your comments. This live is gonna be all about me smothering Tony with love. And it's gonna be one of the best lives for sure!” you whispered with a small giggle, before laying fully on your back – certainly keeping the sleeping man in your bed out of the frame – and Tony curled on top of you, still enjoying the attention “I love you.” you said in a baby voice “I love you.” he just looked at you and you giggled.

“Yes, I love you.” you got a bit more serious, voice slowly turning into a softer whisper “I love you. I lo-”

But the next time the four-lettered word didn't get to leave your lips. Not when you felt an arm around your waist and a strong and loving hold on it but above all, his body moving so that he was nearly laying half on top of you, head on your shoulder and even more very much into frame. Your eyes went impossibly wide and the air got stuck in your lungs.

“Well, sweet g'morning to you too, sweetheart.” his voice was deep and very much husky, the natural gruff that laced it made your heart leap to your throat but you didn't have the mind for that at the moment, no.

“Oh my gosh. No, nope. No-” you tried to cover the camera, do something to end even the live if you could but at that moment you couldn't even find the button and he made sure you were an absolute tangled mess so you really couldn't. And when he kissed your cheek you thought you lost it, but apparently you didn't know what was coming next.

“Are you hot too? I feel a bit hot, I felt a bit hot all night. I just wanna...” he made a cute noise as he pushed down some of the blankets you had on maybe a bit too roughly because he was ready to reveal a lot more than he'd want the public to see. A small squeak left your lips but you managed to hold at least one of them in place to make sure he was covered – you had made the smart choice of wearing his shirt at some point when you went for a glass of water and didn't take it off.

“Jens” you warned softly, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes still remained wide as they could ever be.

“I mean-” he huffed a bit and you would have found that insanely adorable too any other morning, with his beautifully pouty lips and closed eyes and messy hair, which you had definitely caused just the previous night, being a total cuddle monster with you, except this one “'M not wearing anything anyway. Must be all these blankets you put on.”

“Jens, please.” it almost came out in a small whine because truth was you were slowly dying on the inside. But he had apparently just gotten started because the worse had yet to come.

“Hmm” he licked his lips, a grin – and oh you knew very well that kind of grin – slowly spreading on his lips “Now, why do those sounds and words sound familiar?” and he had to put on the flirty and sexy voice for you, of course. And he couldn't even open his eyes to look at the freaking phone for one second.

“No, Jensen please. I- I mean- don't.” you closed your eyes, praying this was a dream you'd soon wake up from “I mean, stop.”

“Now that is something I really haven't heard before.” he said with a small chuckle and boy was he about to make it worse “Especially last night.”

“Oh my gosh Jens, no!” you covered your face with one hand. The frame didn't show the entire scene anymore but it showed at least a good half of it to capture your reactions.

“Jensen, please please, that's enough. If you could just-”

“Are those the first moments of the married life? Jared said somethin' about it and we might be a couple months away from that but I mean being engaged is-” he started talking again, and hell for a sleepy man and not a morning person he talked a lot. Much to your dismay.

“Jensen!” you nearly screamed this time “Oh my gosh, will you please just shut up for a minute and open your freakineyes here!”

“Oh wow ok, what's gotten into you all of a-” but he also stopped when he turned to look at the camera. Hoping that he'd finally get it and at least help you a bit undo this mess or get over the embarrassment, because you knew there was no taking back anything of what had just been said and done.

Jensen frowned, squinting a bit at the camera, one eyes sill half closed because he was a bit sleepy before he turned to look at you “Are you recording or something?” and then that smirk grew on his lips, the one that said he really had something dirty in his mind “Are we... experimenting here or- Wait, is this like a new kin-”

“Oh my gosh Jensen!” this time you couldn't help the yelling, already feeling like your face was on fire didn't help in calming you down.

“Whoa easy, what's up with you?”

“Dude!” you looked at him in disbelief “It's a live!”

“Alive?” he asked and you actually laughed because of how stupidly embarrassing this was turning out to be.

“A live! A live on facebook!” you tried to explain “I was playing and cuddling with Tony and having the live I promised the fans before you- you well, you were you.”

“Huh?” his smile fell, he raised an eyebrow and looked back at the phone examining the screen more carefully and blinking sometimes before turning to look at you all serious and maybe a little hurt “So you mean... those 'I love you's weren't for me?”

That was it. That was his only question. That was all he really had to say about it. While you only could stare at him at a loss for words for a couple seconds. Only when you saw that adorable boyish grin form on his lips, one started to appear on yours and soon before you knew it you were laughing. Jensen fell back on your side, his face buried in the crook of your neck where he kissed softly. His deep chuckle made his chest rumble softly which as a result made your body relax. There was nothing you loved more than his laughter.

It took you a couple seconds to recover from your feat of laughter, the phone had nearly fallen off your hand, but when you calmed down you brought it slightly higher to look back at the screen “The I love yous weren't for me.” you giggled as he chuckled “Can you believe it? That's all he had to say!” you wiped out a stray tear that came from all the laughing “After everything, that's all he had to say. Jensen Ackles ladies and gentlemen!”

“I mean come on!” he gave you an insanely adorable smile “Do you think I could take back any of the things I said or something? No, so what's the point?”

“My gosh, you're enjoying this aren't you?” you narrowed your eyes at him as he chuckled “He's so enjoying this!” you looked back at the camera “Alright you want love, Ackles, here. Look at all the hearts you've got... from the fans that you didn't manage to kill with what you just did, that is.”

All he did was snicker “Well, what can I say honey? Cat's out now!”

.

..

…

“And he means it. Literally!” you switched the camera for a couple second to show your cat exiting the room through the slightly opened door.

“Tony's like 'Nope, I'm done with your shit!'” Jensen said with a chuckle and you giggled.

“Well, when his papa is being such an idiot only a couple minutes after waking up, he realizes it's going to be a long day!”

He snickered a bit more “Right, that's probably why.”

“Wait, what? What's that even supposed to-” but you stopped yourself when it dawned on you “Jensen Ross Ackles, you were awake all this time, weren't you?”

“And yep, that's my que to get out too!”

“Oh my Gosh Jensen!” you gasped “Get your ass back here before I show the entire world just how it was underneath all these blankets all this time!”

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Dean: New and Improved

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,115

Summary: It's been two years since Y/N has seen Dean, two years since he walked out of her life. Now he's back and Y/N may be surprised to learn why.

Warnings: Smut. All Smut. Very little plot. Demon!Dean being hot af and doing dirty things with his mouth. Oral (fem rec) Bit of dirty talk. A hint of dub!con (but just a hint)

A/N: While chatting with @deanswaywardgirl a while ago, she presented me with this incredible imagine that she found on FB.

We haven't been able to identify it's creator, so if anyone knows, please give me the heads up so I can credit them here.

It was such a fantastic little imagine that I just built a whole Demon!Dean smutty drabble around it. I've only written for Demon!Dean once before, and I had lots of fun with it, but Deanmon was pretty brutal in that one, and so I've been wanting to write one a little tamer, but still full of Deanmon's heat and roughness. Hope this does the trick.

Also, I've been obsessed with Dean/Jensen's mouth over the last couple weeks, so it features fairly heavily here. 🥵🤤

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

"What are you doing here, Dean?" You asked, trying to make your voice sound more annoyed and less breathy.

Standing on your doorstep, the green-eyed hunter just smiled.

You tried to pretend that gorgeous grin didn't make a riot of butterflies dance in your belly. You didn't want to admit just how happy you were to see him standing there.

After all this was the man who had walked away from you without a backwards glance, the man who'd told you he couldn't do commitment, the man who, two years later, still haunted your dreams and fantasies.

But now, here he was, more beautiful than ever.

He shrugged in answer to your question. "Why wouldn't I be here, sweetheart?"

His deliciously low, gravely voice still hit all the deep and hidden places in your body. "Don't you remember all the fun we used to have together?"

His gaze slid down your body, slow and hot, and it felt as though he was pulling away all your clothes, undressing you in his mind, leaving you naked.

His perusal brought to mind every time, when you were together, that he'd torn the clothes from your body, desperate to get his rough hands on your skin; every time he'd been too eager to fuck you to do more than pull his cock out of his pants, bend you over, and impale you with it.

As you hesitated, hot and bothered by memories of him, he licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it and sinking his teeth into it. You groaned out loud. You were embarrassed at the sound but Dean's grin widened and he pushed through your door and kicked it closed behind him.

Without saying any more he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you forward, slotting his mouth against yours and probing deeply into you. He tasted like you remembered, like whiskey and spice and he was intoxicating.

His mouth was as warm and wet and as silky as ever. No one kissed you like Dean did, no one ever had. His lips were so plump and satiny, they were soft yet firm and he knew just how to move them, just where to suck and nibble to make you stop breathing.

You knew this was insane, he couldn't just come in here after leaving the way he had and expect you to fall at his feet. Yet here you were, whimpering as he moved his mouth to your pulse point, scraping his teeth across it.

In a last ditch effort to gain some control over the situation, you pushed on his shoulders to make him stop. He pulled back slightly and you took your one chance, raising your hand to slap him and let him know he couldn't just barge back in here like he hadn't left your heart a shattered mess.

But you should have known better, and maybe you did. Dean was too skilled a hunter to get caught off guard by a slap. As you brought your hand up he caught your wrist and walked you back against your living room wall.

He slammed your wrist against the wall above your head and growled from the back of his throat, the sound flooding your panties.

He lowered his indecent mouth to the shell of your ear and whispered against it, while pinning you to the wall with his lower body.

"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

Taking his advice you brought your other hand up, knowing full well he'd catch that one too, which he did easily. He twisted both hands behind your back, holding both wrists in one giant hand.

You could feel the hard bulge at the front of his jeans pressing into your stomach and it made your mouth water to remember how thick and long and beautiful his cock was, perfect, just like him.

"Dean," you whispered, completely incapable of keeping the need out of your voice, "why are you here?"

Dean chuckled as he tore the buttons open on your shirt with his free hand. He pushed his hand up under the cup of your bra and squeezed your breast hard.

You gasped and he captured your nipple in between his teeth, biting down and then laving the bud with his tongue to soothe the sting.

He let go of your wrists and sank down to his knees in front of you. As he unbuttoned your jeans, he looked up you from beneath his long, thick eyelashes.

"It's simple, sweetheart," he said finally answering your question, "I left because I was worried I was gonna bring some kind of danger into your life. See, I knew I'd feel guilty as hell if anything ever happened to you."

He shook his head as he pulled your jeans down over your hips. He dipped is tongue into your belly button while his middle finger slid lightly over your soaked panties.

"To think, I willingly walked away from this pussy." He said, nudging his nose against your panty covered lips.

Without warning he reached up and shredded the little white cotton panties your wore, with his bare hands and you could feel your slick sliding down your thigh as he licked his lips again.

"But now, I'm a whole new man." He looked up at you with his bright green eyes and blinked. You screamed as his beautiful emerald eyes turned to onyx.

You tried to get away, but he pinned you to the wall easily with one big hand on your stomach. With his other hand he unbuttoned his red flannel and pulled it off to show you the anti-possession tattoo that sat just below his collarbone.

His eyes blinked back to green. "See, sweetheart, I'm not possessed. I'm all Dean in here, just the new and improved Dean. The Dean that refuses to give up what he wants."

With his hand still holding you in place he leaned forward to swipe his wide tongue through your dripping folds and you shuddered with pure, unadulterated desire.

He was a demon and you should have been shuddering with revulsion, but you weren't, you couldn't lie to yourself. Whatever was happening with Dean, you still wanted him more than any other creature you'd ever set eyes on. And as his tongue worked it's way inside you, he let go of you and simply lifted your leg over his shoulder to give him better access. You had every opportunity to push him away.

But instead you carded your fingers through his hair, gripping it tight, and pushed his face tighter against you, letting out a desperate plea.

"Fuck, Dean! More, please. More."

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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 24

Summary: It’s time for Y/N to make some tough decisions. Will she make the right one for herself and her family?

Author: sleepywinchester (prev. deanwinchester-af)

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 2,295

Beta: N/A

Warnings: none really :)

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL! We wuv her in this acc but this is just for science lol

Visual Credit: @musemisha​

Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND SURPRISE! I’ve had this chapter in my docs for God knows how long... I kept telling myself I would upload when I felt it was ready (and the last chapters were done) but I just wanted to share. I really hope you guys like this.  ♥

Title: Though Decisions 

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The air inside your hotel suite was chilly and pleasant.  Halsey’s songs filled your hotel suite as you packed everything into reusable boxes. Shooting season for Arrow was finally over and it was time to go back home for good. It was bittersweet to pack what you have been calling home for the past couple of months but you were more excited about going back to spending more time with your family. Working on two successful TV shows began to wear you off after a couple of months into shooting. It was a complete surprise when the part as Cat woman for CW’s superheroes universe was a total hit, making you stay extra months on the show. At the beginning when you took this gig, they only spoke about shooting for a couple of weeks, max a month but your character got so popular that the couple weeks turned into a couple of months.

The deep talk you had with Stephen a couple of months ago had left you thinking about your future. Months have passed but it still roamed through your mind. Being cat woman was a dream come true, being able to perform such a powerful and fun character was a milestone for your career but sometimes you asked yourself, is it all worth it?

Suddenly you heard the voice of your favorite man and all the weight from the worries drifted away. Jensen’s deep and beautiful voice sounded through the speaker. 

“Babe?” Jensen’s real-life voice. 

You spun at the sound of Jensen’s voice coming from the door. You’ve been waiting for Jensen all night to get here for SPN Convention in Toronto. You’ve also been waiting for him to help you move all your stuff back home in Austin.

“Jensen?!” You screamed giving in to the urge to jump on his arms. 

Jensen caught your body, holding your legs that were crossed around his body. He laughed loudly, taking a moment to kiss you. “Hey.”

“I’ve missed you so damn much,” you replied, still on his arms.

He looked down for a second. “I see,” he smirked.

You both chuckled before he put you down on your own feet. 

Jensen just had finished shooting week for Supernatural and took a flight to meet you in Toronto. When you just finished shooting for Arrow and was ready to move back home.

“Is everything already packed?” Jensen looked around as he took his jacket off. There was a surprise in his eyes and that made you chuckle. 

You shrugged shamelessly, “Yeah.”

“I thought I was going to help you,” he looked at you with an eyebrow perked up. 

“I know,” you grabbed his jacket, “but I got bored and… you know how I am.” You placed the jacket into the closet, where the only clothing items are three outfits that will last you through the convention weekend and moving day.

“In that case, whatcha’ think if we go down to SNS? Everyone is there, even Jared and Gen.” Jensen’s look and proposal were highly tempting, given the fact that you haven’t seen the gang or had fun in a long time. 

“You know what… Let’s go. Let’s have fun.” 

Jensen instantly hugged you and kissed you when you accepted. “That’s my girl.” Grabbing quickly his suitcase, murmuring that he was going to take a quick shower before. 

You smirked following his lead into the bathroom because you also needed a quick shower after so much packing. Once Jensen saw you walk into the bathroom he understood what it meant.

 He was shirtless, standing in front of the wide shower door, beginning to get wet from the shower, “I guess we can skip the first few songs.”

“I guess so,” you purred, kissing his lips with passion.

/ / / 

“Get your ass down here, ASAP!” Jensen shouted, “Says Rob and Jared.”

You chuckled walking into the living room, your husband turned his head towards your direction. Jensen’s jaw-dropping instantly the second he took a full look of you. 

“Damn,” he whispered to himself. “Babe-,” he said as he stood up from the couch. “You look-”

As he tried to speak his emotions you grabbed the leather jacket resting on the chair and put it on, making sure your hair was messy yet stylish at the same time. You were wearing a deep v neck black blouse and tight dark skinny jeans. Jensen sighed harshly, 

“smoking hot. Are those real leather?” He touched your thigh-high leather boots, pressing on your thighs and giving you a sexy look as he did so.

You smirked kissing his lips and saying, “Yes.”

“Mmm,” he licked his lips, “do we have to leave?”

“Yes! If we don’t appear now, I assure you, they will come looking for us.” You told him walking towards the door. 

“But you look so good!” He shouted following your steps into the elevator.

Once inside you grab him by the collar of his leather jacket. He was holding you closely and kissing your lips and neck. It was like you two were too horny teenagers that couldn’t stop touching each other. 

“Get a room you two!” Jared’s voice suddenly joined.

You and Jensen instantly groaned while still extremely close to each other. “Should I just hit the closing doors buttons?” Jensen asked you, completely ignoring Jared’s presence.

Looking at Jared standing in the middle of the doors you shake your head, shifting your eyes back to your favorite stud. 

“Na’, we said we were going to have fun,” you told Jensen.

“I have a lot of ways we could be having fun… Upstairs. In our bed. Naked.” Jensen replied. 

Listening to Jared’s annoyed sigh was extremely amusing. “Seriously guys?” He said. 

“What?” You and Jensen fake snapped at the same time.

“Everyone is waiting for you two horny assholes,” Jared replied. “Including Rob’s impatient ass.” 

Going back to Jensen you sighed, cleaning the red lipstick off his lips. “We can continue what we started later.”

“Promise?” He holds your hand. 

“Mhm,” you kissed his lips. 

“Oh my God,” Jared rolled his eyes and began walking towards the green room. 

You and Jensen laughed once again, it was truly amusing to see him annoyed at the extreme PDA you and Jensen were having. It’s been a while since you could annoy Jared. It’s also been a while since you’ve seen him. Walking into the green room, you and Jensen were greeted by everyone. They were all excited to finally see you after such a long time. 

“You look so hot!” Brianna said with excitement. 

You gave her a big smile, “You too, babe!” 

You two turned heads towards Jensen who cleared his throat. 

“You too, Jensen. You always look hot as fuck,” Brianna told him and he instantly laughed. “Honestly, you two look like rock stars. It’s so hot, I can’t stand it.”

“Yeah - These two look like horny rock stars. They were making out hard in the elevator.” Jared joined the conversation with Gen by his side. 

You winked at your best friend who looked gorgeous as always. 

“Let them be,” Gen said, “They haven’t seen each other in two weeks.”

“Exactly!” Jensen shouted, holding you closely by your waist. He looked at you in the eye, “Let us be.” Kissing you in the lips after finishing the sentence. 

“Where’s my husband?!” Brianna jokily shouted. 

“Home with your kid,” Kim joined. “So - switching this fuckery talk. What are you guys singing?” 

You rose both eyebrows, “Who said anything about singing?” 

Jensen slipped off your side and walked away for a second, leaving you alone with a glaring Kim. She raised her eyebrows at your response and shakes her head. 

“You’re telling me you both came downstairs to SNS and you are not performing?” Kim seriously glared at you and Jensen. “I call bull.”

You sighed, “Okay. I’ll sing but I need booze.” 

“I got you, babe,” Jensen he joined your side again with a cup of most likely to be whiskey and coke. “What song?” 

“Hmmm,” you thought for a second. 

You and Jensen were both wearing all black outfits with leather. It was obvious that both had highly flirtatious feelings that night. Yet above all that flirtatious sensations you both looked very badass and definitely like rock stars. 

“Wanted Dead or Alive?” You asked him with a smirk. 

Jensen returned the smirk, returning the look, “Let’s do it.” 

“Jensen you’re up! Whipping Post?” Rob strolled in from the stage.

“I’ll go first and then you join?” Jensen looked at you and you nodded as an answer. He kissed your cheek before walking out to the stage, making the fans went wild and scream. They were seriously not expecting him. 

“You guys look like two honeymooners,” Gen said.

You grinned, “I feel like a honeymooners. A lot of changes are going up and even though I feel bad for some of the decisions I’ve made, I know the future is going to be brighter.” 

Genevieve nodded agreeing with your words. “You’re doing it for your family and for yourself. I haven’t seen you this genuinely happy in a while.” 

“I haven’t seen myself this happy in a while,” you grinned again, having a sip of your whiskey. “It’s like everything is taking place since I decided to leave.” You looked around for a second, “Then at the same time, it feels bad that I won’t be part of this anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” Jared joined. “You are a big part of everything Supernatural is. You are still part of the cast of the Supernatural family, of our family. Your place in this family is never going to change. You are Y/N Ackles and that is never going to change.”

Jared’s words made you think that you may have been overreacting the consequences of your choices. He was right, it didn’t matter what happened or what decisions you made, you were still part of this family. 

“Thank you, guys.” You told them.

At that moment you heard Jensen finishing up Whipping Post. 

“Thanks, y’all,” he spoke through the mic, “I’m going to stick around and do one more…” 

You chuckled at the crowd screaming with excitement in response.

“I’m gonna ask to have some help from a friend  of mine…” Jensen said. “Honestly she’s more than a friend if you guys know what I mean.” At that moment everyone screamed even louder, it was obvious they were making assumptions it was you. “She’s the myth, the legend, Y/N Ackles everyone.” 

Jensen saying your name was a queue for you to walk out of the curtains with the microphone on hand. The camera flashes increased as your big smile did. You gave Rob a hug and waved at the band, followed by a kiss on Jensen’s lips and then glanced at the crowd. 

“Hey, y’all,” you spoke. 

The energy in that room was warming and filled with so much excitement. They were good vibes and you missed that. They were happy to have you that night and you were excited to be there with them. It’s been a long time since you attended an SNS concert. 

“Ain’t he a rockstar?” You pointed at Jensen smirking. 

At that moment the band began to play the intro of Wanted Dead or Alive.

“Can you feel it?!” Jensen shouted as he moved by the rhythm of the band. You and Jensen were doing the same movements and laughed at the moment you two realized it. 

“It's all the same, only the names will change

Every day, it seems we're wastin' away

Another place where the faces are so cold

I drive all night just to get back home,” Jensen looked at your eyes and winked.

“I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted-,”

“Waaaanteeed,” you sang the melody. 

“Dead or alive…” Both of you sang together, “Wanted dead or alive”.

You prepped to sing the next verses.

“Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days

The people I meet always go their separate ways

Sometimes you tell the day

By the bottle that you drink

And times, when you're all alone all you do is think

I'm a cowgirl, on a steel horse I ride,” you moved your hips.

“I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive

Wanted (wanted) dead or alive

Oh, and I ride

Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride,” you and Jensen sang the chorus together.

“I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets

A loaded six-string on my back

I play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back

I been everywhere, still, I'm standing tall

I've seen a million faces

And I've rocked them all,” Jensen sang the verses.

As he sang the verse you dance and backed him up with the melodies. It was one of those moments where you felt like a complete rockstar and sang your heart out in that stage. 

For the last chorus, you and Jensen stood face and sang.

“I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive

I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side

I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive

And I ride, dead or alive

I still drive (I still drive) dead or alive

Dead or alive, dead or alive, dead or alive, dead or alive”

The feeling of ending a song was always electrifying. You much needed that after months of not performing in SNS. The song was over but the crowd wasn’t over, they were clapping and screaming. You laughed and smiled at them. 

“I’ve missed y’all,” you said, “see you guys tomorrow? Gold Panel?” 

You received more shouts and took that as a yes.

“Goodnight,” you said leaving the stage with Jensen. 

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[alleiradayne]

Unconventional A J2 x Reader RPF Series

After a rousing evening of Friday Night Karaoke at the Supernatural convention, you’re tired and about to go to bed. But then a distinctly familiar laugh echoes through the hallway outside your hotel room door, and sleep is the last thing on your mind.

Part VII - Difunctional

Summary: What happens at a Supernatural convention stays at a Supernatural convention. Square Filled: Polyamory Warnings/Tags: Another metric shit ton of smut. Threesome (M/M/F), oral (male and female receiving), fluids, vaginal sex, anal sex (of a man and a woman), double penetration (of a woman), unprotected sex, frottage, dirty talk, Dom/sub themes, rough sex, look, it’s a threesome, they bang okay, and they’re all kinky motherfuckers so just go into this knowing that two super hot dudes are about to bang the reader and each other. Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki/Female Reader Word Count: 7,820 A/N: For the love of everything good in this world, assume everyone involved is single or polyamorous. No. Wife. Hate. Allowed. This series as a whole will fulfill my Polyamory square for @spnkinkbingo​ but not until closer to the end. Beta’d by @atc74​ because she’s awesome and managed to read this hella long buncha nonsense.

difunctional

of, relating to, or being a compound with two highly reactive sites in each molecule

Two hours. They had asked you to wait in your room, and so, like an idiot, you had. At first, you'd paced the room as an endless stream of thoughts gnawed your nerves to frayed ends. Sunday night television consisted of old reruns and CSPAN, so you had found no distractions there, unless you stared long enough at the stock market ticker scrolls. That, at least, had managed to lull you to sleep. But when you nearly fell out of your chair—you had sat there thinking it would only be half an hour before the guys arrived—you startled awake at the sound of pounding at your door.

You rushed over and tore it aside to find Jared in the frame and Jensen behind him, both with brilliant smiles and dark stares.

“Sorry we’re late,” Jared said, his voice deep in his throat. “Autos went long.”

“Yeah, because you babble,” Jensen added.

Jared rolled his eyes so hard you half expected them to fall out of his head. “Can we come in?”

Before you had even finished nodding, Jared had scooped you up and carried you into your room. Jensen followed, grinning ear to ear as he watched Jared smother you in a shower of kisses along your collar, your neck, your jaw until at last he landed on your lips.

The room faded away and everything in it ceased to exist. That ineffable kiss dragged you beneath the waves like an undertow, caught you unaware and hidden in plain sight. His lips plied yours with such tender devotion, you dared not wonder what it might mean.

The world returned in a rush as Jared knelt on your bed and a second set of lips sucked at the crook of your neck. Jensen wrapped his hands around your waist, then slipped to your breasts where he grasped you. God, but it was too much all at once, too many hands and mouths and tongues working your flesh into such a frenzy so fast, you cried a moan into Jared, and he swallowed it whole.

“Fuck, Y/N, is this what you want?” Jensen whispered in your ear as he gathered your shirt. “Because we've been talking about you all day.”

Jared parted from you when you struggled to speak. “Yes,” you moaned. “I hoped all day, I worried it might not happen.”

“Oh, honey, we’re here now,” Jared soothed as he leaned to your other ear. “We’re here and we're gonna take good care of you. Right, Jen?”

Jensen tore your shirt over your head and kicked his boots aside as he said, “Absolutely. Nothing but the best for my boy and his new plaything.” He knelt on the bed behind you and flicked apart your bra. “We've got a lot of work ahead of us.”

Christ, but the way Jensen made it sound, it had all been Jared's idea. “Why am I his plaything? What about you?”

Jared sat back on his heels as he gripped your jaw and turned your head to face Jensen. Absent was the brilliant green light in his eyes, replaced by a darkness you had never seen before. “After tonight, you will be ours,” he whispered as he leaned in and placed a firm kiss to your lips.

Once parted, Jared lay you ever so gently on your back, then turned to Jensen. “Before we get to that part,” he started as he grasped Jensen by the collar and pulled him close. “We should establish some rules.”

The fullness of Jensen's tongue peeked between his lips as he looked to Jared. “I think they're pretty simple,” he started as he unbuckled his belt. “Anything Y/N says goes. But if she wants to stop, she has to tap out.”

“Like in a submission hold?” you asked.

Jared pulled Jensen's shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Hair disheveled and cheeks pink, Jensen nodded. “Exactly, babe. Now,” he paused as he turned back to Jared. “Little Miss over here told me a fantasy or two that I think we might be able to—”

“Wait,” you interrupted, and both men turned to you with crooked brows that soaked your underwear. “As um… as much as I'd like to watch the two of you fuck each other silly, I really want all three of us to be together. If… that's okay with both of you.”

Jared grinned as he turned back to Jensen and smoothed a hand across his bare chest. “Are you sure, Y/N?” he teased as he slipped his other hand over the bulge in Jensen's pants. “Because we would love to do that for you.”

Jensen sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he stripped himself of his belt and pants, his rock-hard erection straining against his boxers. A splayed hand smoothed the fabric along his thick shaft as his free hand hooked into the waistband and tugged them to his thighs. His cock sprang free with a heavy bob, then settled in his hand as his fingers wrapped around the base. You stuttered the beginning to several sentences before settling on a coherent thought. “Next time?”

Jared grinned as he tore his shirt off. “Next time. For sure,” he said, eyes glued to Jensen as he stroked himself. “How do you want to do this?”

After daydreaming all day about the possibility of having them both to yourself, you thought you'd have a better idea of what to do. But now that you lay on your bed with both men half naked and knelt before you, that clarity vanished. “I'm not sure.”

Jensen crawled to your hip and reached for your pants. A flick of his fingers parted the button as he said, “We’ll take it slow. Get rid of these first.”

That familiar coil of warmth swelled between your thighs as Jensen tugged your jeans from your hips. Jared followed suit, removing his own pants and tossed them to the floor, then wrenched his underwear to his ankles and flicked them aside. He knelt on the bed as he grasped himself by the base of his cock and his other hand rubbed his chest.

Jensen spoke as you both ogled him. “Aren’t we so lucky?” he said through a breath as he knelt between your thighs. “Look at him. He's gorgeous, isn't he? The soft skin, broad shoulders, amazing hair. Not to mention his—”

“Stop,” Jared interjected, “she can clearly see me. You don't have to give her the play by play.”

You only hoped to know a love like theirs one day. “He has a point, though,” you said as you sat up. “You are breathtakingly gorgeous.”

Pink from brow to navel, Jared averted your gaze with an embarrassed smile. “Thanks,” he muttered. “But I wish you could see what I’m looking at. The hottest woman in town with the sexiest man alive between her legs. Part of me wants to sit here and watch what happens.” He bit the corner of his lip as he stroked his cock. “Except I know you want me, Y/N.”

“And you want me,” you insisted. “No way you’re going to let Jensen have all the fun.”

“I wouldn't allow it,” Jensen said as he hooked his fingers into the hips of your underwear. “But I know what I'm doing first,” he added as his gaze feasted on you from your own wide stare down to your core.

“What about you, Y/N?” Jared asked, distracting you for the moment from Jensen's prying fingers. You opened your mouth to speak but the cold air of the room nipped at your soaking wet flesh as Jensen tugged your underwear to your knees, and only a clipped moan emanated from your throat.

“Here?” he asked, and you nodded as Jared crawled beside you, his cock inches from your lips. The mere thought of sucking Jared off while Jensen ate your pussy spun the room so violently, you expected yourself to awaken from a dream.

But when your vision cleared and your head leveled, reality reaffirmed itself as Jensen pried your knees apart once more. He wasted but a second to marvel your sex with a hungry lick of his lips before diving in to devour you.

“Holy shit, slow down,” you begged, but Jensen maintained his pursuit of your orgasm. You’d forgotten. Those weren't the rules. But were you really going to tap out immediately? Poor Jared looked like he was about to burst with anticipation, one hand on his cock, the other cupping his sack. The sight of him alone, chest heaving and wrist rolling short little strokes of his cock, drove you mad with want. But combined with Jensen and his massive shoulders under your thighs and his tongue circling your clit and lips sucking your cunt, your senses shattered into a million tiny pieces.

And you loved every second of it.

You batted Jared's hands from his cock and replaced them with your own. Subtle twitches in his groin shuddered through his thighs as you stroked him, base to tip, and brought him to your lips. Your other hand slipped between his cheeks to tease his hole as determined focus narrowed your vision on him and his arousal, but Jensen's tongue lingered at the edges of your subconscious. The salt of Jared's skin met your tongue and you sucked him down into your throat with a swift bob of your head as a finger pressed to Jared’s hole. When your nose touched his pelvis, his hands dove into your hair at the back of your head, and you whimpered as he held you there.

A careful look connected you with him as though he waited for your tap-out. But when you remained steady, he grinned and withdrew. “Who told you to finger my ass?”

“I figured you might like it,” you said through a heaving breath.

“Naughty little girl,” he growled as he smoothed a thumb over your lips. “May I fuck your mouth, Y/N?”

The tip of his cock teased your lips as you started to talk, but Jared interrupted you. “Wait. Stay there a second.” He tilted your head back, his cock resting on the corner of your parted lips, and his own jaw dropped. “Fuck, you look so hot with my dick in your mouth.”

A loud growl of a moan from between your thighs snatched your attention. There, Jensen glared at you, eyes wide and lips grinning into your pussy. “You do look really hot like that, Y/N. Now fuck her mouth, Jared. And start slow. I want to see you enjoy yourself.”

“Oh, I will,” Jared mused as he returned his heavily lidded gaze to you. “You might think we give good head,” he started as he slipped his cock back into your mouth. “But you put both of us to shame.”

Another worthless whimper escaped your chest as you breathed through your nose. Jared did as Jensen ordered, slow, full rolls of his hips sending him down your throat and back up. He repeated that motion, careful to take his time and ensure you both enjoyed it. And enjoy it you did. The walls of your pussy clenched in anticipation of your release, and Jensen must have felt it, for he moaned with you.

“C'mon, sweetheart, come for me,” he urged, breath scalding against the sensitive skin of your cunt. He wasted no more words and returned to your flesh, tongue slipping between your lips to lap up your cum. The scruff of his fresh beard burned your thighs as his jaw worked in earnest, so desperate to know your end once more.

The taste of precum overpowered your senses and directed your attention back to Jared. A fine sheen of sweat covered his shoulders and rolled down his chest as it heaved with his breath. His free hand reached for one of his taut nipples and rolled it with the flat of his palm as he continued to thrust into your mouth. Any coherent thought you wished to say, wished to even form in your mind fled each time you grasped for it, slipped through your fingers like water. In so few minutes, Jared and Jensen had rushed you into the throes of your climax with such speed, your entire body ached from whiplash.

Between Jensen’s tongue fucking you as far as he could reach and Jared’s hand cupping your head below the ear as he thrust into your mouth, your orgasm rent a remorseless path through your entire body, unbidden convulsions constricting your core as you moaned a long, muted cry on Jared’s cock.

Jensen eased you through the endless waves of your orgasm, slow firm laps consuming every drop of your arousal. “That’s it, babe, breathe. Relax.” When the last lingering flex passed, he straightened and licked his lips clean. He leaned over you then, hands planted on the bed as his hips settled between your thighs. Jared withdrew from your mouth when Jensen glanced at him, a string of saliva rolling down your chin. Jensen claimed your lips, and you tasted the bitterness of your own cum still lingering on his.

As Jensen parted from you, he looked to his right, Jared’s cock inches from his mouth. “Mind if I…”

You laughed through a deep breath as you said, “He’s your boyfriend. Don’t ask for my permission, it’s not mine to give.”

Jensen looked up to Jared as he said, “What do you want, babe?”

Jared glanced first at you then Jensen. “Suck my cock.”

From beneath them both, you watched, eyes wide and jaw dropping as Jensen opened his mouth and sucked the entire length of Jared’s cock into his throat. Together, they moaned, lascivious in their raw pleasures of the flesh. Jared lasted for a minute under Jensen's bobbing head before he snapped his hips back and withdrew from his mouth. “Christ, honey, I can’t handle much more of that.”

Jensen grinned as he licked his lips. “You taste good on him,” he mused as he found your fingers between your thighs rubbing absent-minded circles on your overstimulated clit “Did you enjoy that?” he asked as he pulled your hand from your sex.

A whimper burst from your lips as he replaced your hand with his own, fingers teasing at your sopping cunt. He knew all the perfect ways to touch you, edge you along to that intense high and leave you desperate for more. “Hell yeah. I loved it,” you sighed. "I want more."

“You're so pretty when you’re begging for us,” Jared said as he towered over you and placed a kiss your lips. “I love watching Jensen tease you. And I love hearing you beg. Such a dirty little girl, begging for more.” His lips dragged a trail of wet from your jaw to your chest where he sucked one nipple into his mouth. You arched into him with a wild cry, summoned by his tongue and Jensen's fingers as he slipped them inside you.

“Oh my God, that feels so good,” you sighed as your hands found Jared's hair, lush between your fingers. He shifted from one breast to the other, his mouth sealed on your skin as his thumb rolled the stiffened peak of the first, and his other hand crept to your core and sought your clit. The flat of his fingertips pressed so firm to that bundle of nerves, you convulsed in shock. The slaps of Jensen’s hand against your skin as he fucked your pussy with his fingers coupled with the smacking of Jared’s lips as he feasted on your flesh, consumed your entire existence. You writhed beneath them as the edge of oblivion approached once more, endless in its depths. The point of no return rushed to meet you head on as you cursed and praised them in all manner of ways, nonsense, babble, and oh fuck, Jared, keep going, just like that, fuck, yes, Jensen, harder, make me come, fuck!

Where the first orgasm washed over you in a wave of sensations, the second slammed into you with brute force, submerging you in suffocating pleasure as you came. Try as you might to hold it back, the creamy white of your cum coated their hands with each flex of your walls as you grabbed the pillow from behind your head, shoved it over your face, and screamed. That had been a first. And you knew if the two of them had anything to say about it, that wouldn’t be the last orgasm to rip you apart.

“Son of a bitch, that was hot,” Jensen groaned. “She looked damn near possessed.”

“There’s a joke in there somewhere, but I’m going to resist,” Jared said as he peeled the pillow from your face. “You alive under there?”

You nodded a slow, steady nod, incapable of anything else. Jared tossed the pillow aside and leaned in for a kiss so sweet, you whimpered. He parted from you with a grunt as Jensen neared, towering over you, and traded a short, sensual kiss with him as well. Their lips together said more than any words ever could, conveyed a love so timeless, you almost felt as though you intruded on a private moment.

But when they parted, they turned to you, lips swollen and pink. “Aren't you a wet dream, with your mussed hair and sweaty body,” Jensen cooed as he wrapped his arms around you. Effortless strength lifted you up to your knees, flush to his chest and his raging hard-on between your thighs. “Oh, honey, I'm not even inside you yet but I can feel you twitching,” he said under his breath as he plied your neck with delicate kisses. “Are you ready?”

His hands slipped to your ass and grabbed you so hard, you gasped. Jared returned right behind you, the length of his cock pressing between your cheeks, sheathed in a condom and slick with lube. “Oh, I'm so ready,” you sighed. “I want to feel you both inside me.”

“God, I love how hungry you are for us,” Jensen said as he lifted you from the bed and wrapped your legs around his hips. “I can feel it and taste it and hear it,” he growled into you as his arms enveloped you so thoroughly, nothing else in the world had ever felt so safe. And as Jared towered over you from behind, you knew then that there was no turning back. You belonged to them, claimed, marked not only in your flesh, but in your mind, branded with indelible memories.

“Let’s start with him,” Jared whispered in your ear. “Unless you’re ready for me,” he added as two large fingers teased at your ass.

“Do whatever you want, Jay. I’m a little preoccupied up here,” you said with a coy smirk for Jensen as you reached between your thighs and grasped him by the base of his cock. His swollen head dragged through your arousal until it pressed to your entrance. The anticipation of feeling him inside you again sent a shiver down your spine, and then he fulfilled that fantasy. Inch by inch, a slow, smooth roll of his hips sheathed him inside you. When your bodies met, completely flush, Jensen growled his pleasure into your neck, and you moaned as your head tipped back for Jared.

He captured your lips with another kiss and held you there, a hand gripping your neck just below your jaw as he pressed the tip of his cock to your asshole. Your eyes squeezed shut as you sucked every breath through your nose, and Jensen whispered his encouragement in your ear. “Relax. He’ll go slow. We won’t hurt you, honey,” he soothed. “But we’re gonna fuck you until you can’t see straight. Jared’s gonna fill that perfect ass of yours with his big cock,” he continued, distracting you from the subtle discomfort as your muscles eased. “And I’m gonna fuck your pretty little cunt until you beg me to stop. But remember, Y/N,” he paused as your eyes snapped open, Jared’s mouth still locked on yours. “Tap out if you need to. No words will stop us.”

You clung to Jensen’s massive shoulders as if your life depended on him. And in a way, it did. You were in their hands now, their very big, strong, capable hands. Jared broke from his prolonged kiss, his tongue and lips leaving a trail of wet on yours. You grunted as he continued to ease into you, agonizingly slow until completely sheathed. So full, your thoughts faded, consumed by their formidable presence. Stretched, spread, filled, call it whatever you wanted, but the feeling of Jensen and Jared inside you at the same time paled in comparison to any other sensation.

“You good?” Jared asked. “Just tap his shoulder if you need a break.”

“I got it,” you growled. “I’m not bailing any time soon. You’ll have to work much harder for that.”

Jared’s bemused laughter sent a wave of fresh arousal straight to your cunt. “Oh, darlin’, you have no idea.”

The first stroke from Jensen dragged another deep growl from his throat. “Fuck, that—”

“Holy shit, Jen,” Jared barked. “I… I can feel you. I can feel you inside her.”

It was your turn to laugh. “So, this is a first for all of us then?”

“Well, yeah,” Jensen sighed as he rolled his hips back into you. “We said that. This isn’t normal for us. At all.”

“God fucking dammit, dude,” Jared whimpered as he withdrew for his first stroke. “That feels amazing. Keep going.”

“Both of you need to move your asses,” you demanded. “I… I need you to move. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jensen teased, and Jared laughed as he curled into you, lips suckling at the crook of your neck.

They set their pace, Jensen rolling out as Jared thrust in, a steady beat in time with your heart. Delirium returned, your mind succumbing to its base desires. You wanted more, more of them both, and so, you wrapped you arms around Jensen’s neck and pressed yourself flush to his chest. Jared followed, his body curled against your back and his hips snapping into you, the repeated slaps of your bodies filling your ears. They growled and grunted amidst your moans and demands for more, demands for everything they had, to fuck you harder, boys, fuck me, faster, give it to me, I want to feel it in the morning, god, you feel so good, yes, more, fuck!

Time ceased to exist, no longer passing and racing through you all at once. What started as seconds soon became minutes until, drenched in sweat, you unraveled between them once more. Each thrust, each growl, each pathetic moan tugged at the bare threads of your nerves until they fell apart all at once in a heap. Except this time, a whole host of new muscles flexed as you came undone. Jared whimpered as his hips stuttered to a halt with his cock buried in your ass. Jensen continued his thrusts, determined to see you completely sated. When you slumped against him, exhausted, he slowed to a stop, and the two of them held you there until you recovered.

“That,” you gasped, “was fucking wild.”

“I didn’t know assholes could orgasm,” Jared mused as he withdrew from you with a moan. “God, that felt intense.”

“Assholes don’t orgasm but,” you started as Jensen eased you to the bed and withdrew from you. “When you’ve got your cock in there, I imagine it feels like it does. Definitely a whole different climax for me.”

Jared stripped the condom from him and tossed it to the floor. “That good?”

A scoff burst from your lips. “Never felt anything like it,” you said.

“Good,” Jensen said as he smoothed your hips. “We’re doing our job then. But what’s next? Anything you want to try?”

Over your shoulder you considered Jared first, then turned back to Jensen. Without a word, you bent at the hip, back arched and presenting your ass to Jared, and grabbed Jensen’s cock. “Fuck my mouth, Jensen?”

“You just want to taste yourself on me,” he teased.

“So?” you retorted. “Kinda makes me feel like I’ve claimed you. You know, made my mark? And now Jared’s gonna fuck my pussy, so I get to claim him, too.”

“Honey,” Jensen started as he cupped your cheek. “I think you already accomplished that. Now,” he paused as his thumb smoothed your lips. “Suck my cock.”

Jared grasped your hip with one hand and dragged the engorged tip of his cock through your lips with the other. “Fuck me, but Jensen is so right. You really do have a pretty little cunt.”

“Wish I could see your cock in it,” you said as you teased the tip of Jensen’s cock with your lips. Your tongue reached out to guide him in, and your cheeks hollowed as you sucked him down your throat. The bitterness of your arousal filled your mouth, and you moaned with Jensen as he grasped your hair at the back of your head. Towering above you, Jensen glared down at you, the vision of lust with his dark eyes, angular brow, and gaping mouth. And he wanted you.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that,” he groaned. “You’re as good as Jared, except—holy shit.”

Before he finished his thought, you had slipped a finger between his cheeks and buried it in his hole. Jared’s wicked laughter sounded from behind you as he pressed into you, his cock filling your pussy and thrusting hard and fast immediately. “You know us too well, you dirty little girl, fingering our asses. It’s not fair.”

You moaned on Jensen’s cock, unable to speak with your mouth so full. When you tried to part from him, Jensen held your head tighter and thrust back into your throat. A subtle reflex eased his hand, and he apologized. “Sorry, honey, but I don’t want to hear you talk right now,” he said with a devious grin. “You keep moaning on my cock, though. Feels damn good.”

Shit. That you had not expected. Vulgarity, sure, but dominance? You could be a good sub for them with a little practice. Something about it aroused you further, if possible. When you let go of Jensen, he added his free hand to the back of your head. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me fuck your mouth.”

A sluice of spit and precum ran over your lips and down your chin as Jensen continued to thrust. He gauged his depth to perfection, never lingering too long or reaching too far. He rambled strings of curses that matched your whimpered breaths and synchronized with Jared’s moans from behind you. It all built up for another reckless climax that ran roughshod through your entire body in one ruthless sweep.

But you refused to tap out. There was no way you’d ever tap out. Hell no. Fuck that. You were fucking Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki at the same god damn time. You wouldn’t tap out until their sacks were empty and cocks limp.

“Oh, I felt that one,” Jared sighed. “Didn’t seem like much. Are you missing something?” he teased as he pressed his thumb to your asshole, slipped in to the first knuckle.

You nodded as you cried out your agreement on Jensen’s cock. He withdrew from your mouth and cupped your chin. “You’ve been a very good girl. I think we owe you at least that much.” His thumb ran smoothed through the fluids running down your chin. “I gotta say, though, you look fucking hot as hell like this. All messy and used.”

You reached out with your tongue and sucked his thumb into your mouth. A wet pop released him, and you said, “I like the way you use me.”

The quiver that surged through Jensen’s entire body doubled him over, hands on his thighs. “And I like that dirty little mouth of yours,” he whispered against your lips and placed a hungry kiss upon them.

It lasted for a mere second. Jared had withdrawn to the tip of his cock, then slammed back into you so hard, you broke away from Jensen’s kiss and screamed a high wail that faded into a dazed moan. “Fuck, Jared, I want more of that.”

“Then move,” he demanded as he withdrew.

You shifted on your knees as you straightened, but when you turned to face Jared, he held you off to the side with a gentle touch at your hip. He leaned down on his hands before Jensen, and, without a word, took his entire length into his mouth, nose to pelvis, and held him there a moment before bobbing his head. Jensen all but buckled over him, hands delving into his hair and grasping him for balance as he moaned so loudly, you thought he might have come then and there.

But the longer it went on, the more you stared, and the less control you had over your response. One hand flew to your cunt while the other dove between Jared’s cheeks. As you rubbed firm circles over your clit, your other hand slipped a finger into his hole and stroked. Jared shuddered with a moan as his back arched, as though presenting himself to you. The sight of Jared in the same position you had vacated ran wild in your wicked imagination, and so you asked, “Would you ever consider letting me fuck you with a strap-on?”

Jensen gasped as Jared choked and withdrew from him, then both looked at you as though you had suggested the most perverted thing ever. When they said nothing, you shrugged and asked, “What?”

Jared moved first and so fast you hardly had a second to react. Huge and overpowering, he wrapped you in his massive arms and flopped back onto the bed with you atop him. Giddy laughter followed you down as you straddled his hips and lay flush to his chest. Hands planted on his firm muscles, you leaned over him and said, “Does that mean yes?”

“You’re goddamn right it does,” he replied with a wicked laugh. “You and Jensen can spit roast the hell out of me anytime.”

Jensen added his own dark hum of pleasure as he knelt behind you and grasped your hips. “Sounds like something for another night,” he muttered against your neck. His full lips plied your skin with an array of kisses as he gripped your ass harder. “For now, though…” His cock slipped between your cheeks and he lined up for your asshole, only to shriek when you bolted upright and reached back to grasp him by the throat.

“Condom. Now.”

He released you and held up his hands. “Yes, ma’am. You are very right, no coming in people’s butts if they don’t want that. That would be rude.”

You grinned as you slipped your hand to his cheek and ran a thumb over his lips. “Good boy.”

Jensen leaned over for the nightstand and grabbed a fresh condom from the drawer. “You know what else we need to talk about?” he said as he rolled the condom onto his cock. “Dom and sub roles. We keep oscillating between them in the middle of things, which is fine with me if that works for you. I don’t think we have a preference.”

Jared shook his head as you looked to him. “Whatever works for you, Y/N, we’ll give it a shot,” he said. “But we’ll talk about later. You ready back there, old man?”

Jensen spread your cheeks again with two fingers full of lube. You startled with a clipped cry as he dragged them through your pussy then up to your asshole, and your back arched to grant him better access. Satisfied, he scoffed as he said, “Old man. Sure. We’ll see who lasts longer.”

“Oh, you’re on,” Jared retorted as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back to his chest. “Come here, honey. You might wanna hold on.”

What in holy hell had you gotten yourself into? “The two of you are going to be the death of me, I swear,” you said.

Jared rolled his hips to grind his cock through your lips, coated in your arousal. “We’ll be careful,” he promised as he reached between you. “Trust me.”

Those two words, spoken barely above a whisper, rumbled like thunder in his chest and reverberated through yours. Again, a sense of tender care consumed you as Jared held you so close, his breath hot on your lips. Subtle mewling whimpers breathed through his nose as you pressed his cock to your pussy and, with a slow roll of your hips, you glided onto him once more.

“Shit, you feel…” he paused as he groaned. “I can’t describe it. It’s just… fuck.”

You laughed through a moan before you replied. “I know. Words don’t do you justice, either.”

“And we’re not even to the best part,” Jensen said, his voice deep in his throat and hardly audible. “Ready?”

You bit your bottom lip and dug your fingers in Jared’s shoulders. “Do it.”

The sting of Jensen’s nails bit into your ass and sent tendrils of fresh arousal to your cunt, followed by a tidal wave of sensations as he penetrated your hole, spread wide by his thick cock. You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed deep, urging your muscles to relax. Jared held you close, pressed his lips to yours and rolled his hips to delve deeper into you. Despite his best distractions, that complete feeling returned, overwhelming and unsettling in all the right ways. You squirmed against Jared’s embrace and bucked as Jensen’s hips met your ass, unwilling to sit still any longer.

“Fuck me, dammit,” you growled as you burst apart from Jared's lips and writhed free of his arms. “Or I'll do it myself.”

The terrifying speed and strength with which Jared grasped your throat aroused you beyond your wildest dreams. While you loved Jared's typical caring and kind nature, little else compared to him lovingly dominating the hell out of you. He held you completely still in one of his massive arms as his grip tightened ever so slightly on your throat. As he stared into your eyes, his wicked smile spread across his perfect lips and sucked what little breath you had left from your lungs.

“You're gonna stay right there, Y/N,” he ordered. “And your gonna be a good girl while we fuck you until you don’t remember your own name. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned. An ache ravaged your body as Jared eased his grip on your throat and you sucked in a deep, clarifying breath. He soothed the marks his fingers had left behind, fingertips teasing your skin. He set the pace with a steady thrust, and Jensen matched his rhythm. Together, they moaned with you, Jared’s hand still soothing your throat and Jensen’s grip tight on your ass.

“Dammit, Jen, I can still feel you,” Jared groaned as his eyes rolled in his own little delirium.

“I know,” Jensen gasped. “I can feel every thrust. Fucking hell, honey, you are so perfect for this,” he mewled.

You stuttered for coherency as words failed to find your thick tongue. Nothing sounded right beyond your cries of pleasure marked by their thrusts, by the repeated slaps of their hips against yours. Their growls and grunts soon accompanied yours, Jared grinding his teeth between gasps for breath, and Jensen grabbing you harder. They pounded into your flesh with wild abandon, sweat and arousal slicking your thighs as their cocks pumped both of your holes for a pleasure so intense, you worried they had spoiled you for any other sort. Endless minutes stretched beyond the furthest reaches of your expectations for them, but when Jared’s hips faltered and he slapped your backside as he growled in frustration, it became apparent that both men were holding out.

Not to pleasure you further. Not to see you come again. But because of their silly little competition.

And you’d had about enough of that.

All your strength wrenched Jared’s hands from your body and, bless his beautiful heart, he let you. Of course, he had let you. He was willing to let you fuck him in the ass. So, of course, he let you pin his wrists above his head and shove your tongue into his mouth. With your lips locked to his, Jared strained against your grip, playing along with your dominance. The sensation of him struggling against you consumed the last of your patience, the warmth of a final climax building in your cunt again. But Jensen had yet to relent, his cock pounding your asshole. And so, you bucked against him, bottoming out on him so hard your lips tore from Jared’s in a shrill, clipped scream.

Jensen froze as he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Over your shoulder, you glared at him as you rolled your hips. “Nothing,” you started, “but I’m done waiting for one of you to come. So, I’m taking what I want.”

Jensen released your ass and placed his hands on his hips. “Go for it, sweetheart. Fuck us. I want to feel you come again.”

You turned back to Jared to find his delirious grin and heavily lidded eyes. “Do it. I wanna feel you come on my cock, Y/N.” He leaned into your ear and whispered. “Hard and fast, baby girl, Jensen can’t handle it, he’ll come in a minute.”

The sound that left your lips in the wake of Jared’s voice sounded as if it had come from someone else. The roll of your hips withdrew them from you, a long stroke to the tips of their cocks, then gliding back home to their hips. Jensen growled again as he said, “Yeah, Jay’s got a dirty mouth. He likes to talk a lot.”

Another smooth roll brought you to the tips of their cocks again, but from there you began to thrust in earnest. Electrifying sparks showered your skin in anticipation of yet another orgasm, and the sound of Jensen’s desperate whimper pushed you severely close. “Yeah, just like that, darlin’,” Jared whispered, “keep going, he’s gonna come any second. Can you hear him? He turns into a pathetic, mewling mess when he’s close.”

He was right. You had witnessed it the night before, but tonight he sounded decidedly different. High whines and breathless grunts prickled gooseflesh across your entire body. So close, you rocked your hips into them both, pounding yourself on their cocks in pursuit of your release. The early twitches of your climax flickered between your thighs, and Jared moaned his own unexpected cry.

“Fuck, you’re so close, I can feel it,” he said, “I want to feel you both come, give it to me, Y/N.”

“Yes, I’m… fucking shit, I…” None of the words you grasped at sufficed. The filled sensation at the bottom of each thrust, penetrated to your absolute limit, obliterated any thought you could conjure up at the top of your stroke. Minutes of buildup boiled over in one blinding second as the bottom of your final stroke shattered you into a million tiny pieces. That last orgasm blazed through your shuddering body, thighs and arms quivering with exhaustion as you cried out a long, high wail.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N, I’m—” Jensen started but his hands slapped your ass as he grabbed you and doubled over. Hard flexes of his cock pumped inside you as he unloaded his climax. Waves of heat followed each flex, his seed filling the condom until he was completely and utterly spent.

Jensen withdrew from you, slumped on his heels as he sat back. “You were right, Jared. That feels completely different. You win. Fuck,” he said as he wiped the sweat from his face.

You sat up straight atop Jared and rolled your hips, grinding your cunt against his pelvis. “Your turn?”

He grinned as he grasped your hips. “You want to watch something?” he said as he looked over your shoulder.

You followed his gaze to find Jensen removing the condom from his half hard erection. When he caught you both staring at him, he spoke with a bewildered shake of his head. “What?”

A small smile parted your lips as you said, “I want to watch Jared ride your cock.”

Jensen’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t know if I can get it back up again that quick.”

Jared squawked as you withdrew him and crossed the bed for Jensen. “I bet I could help,” you whispered against his lips as you grasped him and straddled his muscled thigh. Long strokes from base to tip sucked the breath from his lungs as Jensen rolled his hips into your hand. With a simpering pout you begged, “Please, baby. Do it for me?”

He growled as he wrapped his arms around you and held you flush his body. His lips crushed yours for a hungry kiss, then pumped his hips harder into your hand. Behind you, Jared rose to his knees and crawled beside Jensen, one hand stroking his own cock while the other slipped to his ass and his cock slipping into your hand as well. Jensen startled with a snap of his hips, and soon the both of you had worked him back to a sufficiently stiff erection.

“I don’t know how long this is gonna last,” he said as he lay on the bed. “I’m… I don’t have much left in me.”

Jared crawled atop him, straddling his hips. You followed and knelt beside them both, eager to help. “It’s fine,” Jared said, “I’m about three thrusts shy of coming anyway. This is…” he looked to you, “mostly for show.”

“Yeah, she told me,” Jensen sighed. “Such a perfectly dirty little girl.”

Jared rose up with a flex of his thighs and you grasped Jensen’s cock by the base. “I try,” you mused. Jared grabbed his cheeks and spread himself wide as you angled Jensen’s cock to him. Jared’s slow, steady descent consumed Jensen whole, and they both groaned their pleasures with moans deep in their chests.

And he had been right. Jared last hardly a minute. But that single glorious minute had done more for your lust addled brain than you had thought possible. Jared rode cock like a pro, back arched, one hand on his cock, and the other gripping his ass. And Jensen did his best to thrust into him, meeting him half-way as their bodies slapped together. But before they had gone too far, you slowed Jared to a stop and straddled his thighs. “Think you can handle both of us?”

“No, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try,” he said as he wrapped an arm around you and angled his cock to your cunt. A hard thrust buried him inside you and he all but melted in your arms. “Holy shit, Y/N, I’m… I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“I don’t care, just move,” you demanded as you rolled your hips into him. “Come inside me.”

Jared rose up on Jensen’s cock once more and did his best to ride him while he thrust into you. And Jensen did what he could within his reach, one hand grasping your ass and the other plunging two fingers into your hole. “Damn, I get to see everything from here. You look so fucking good inside her, Jay.”

“Shut the fuck… oh God, I’m… shit—”

The light in Jared’s eyes flared as he came, and his orgasm burst inside you with a hard spurt of his seed. That first flex damn near emptied him, but the aftershocks that followed poured more of his cum into you. Jared all but collapsed in your arms, his head falling to the crook of your neck. Feathery kisses plied your skin along your collar, your neck, your jaw until he reached your lips and plunged his tongue into your mouth. When you tried to kiss him back, he grunted a curse, and his flaccid cock fell from you.

You lurched over the edge of the bed, frantically searching for a shirt or a pair of underwear, but Jensen moved faster. He slid between your thighs and wrapped his arms under your hips to bring your sopping cunt to his mouth. His tongue made quick work of the cum that oozed from you, wet slurps and swallows cleaning you with a precision that dragged several moans out of your chest.

“Damn, baby girl,” Jensen sigh as you lifted from him, and he licked his lips. “You taste even better covered in his cum. I got ideas for that next time.”

“Sounds kinky,” you jested as you hopped from the bed for the bathroom. “I’ll be a minute.”

Both men mumbled their reply as you rounded the corner for the bathroom, eager to relieve yourself before relaxing. A hurried scrub of your hands and a washcloth cleanup later, and you were back in the bed within the minute.

Between them you crawled and slumped to your back. Jensen curled in on your left, and Jared entwined his legs with yours on your right. For so many wonderful minutes, nobody said a thing, not a single breath wasted on words. The marvelously sore and used sting consumed your entire body, soothed by large hands and gentle kisses and warm breath as they lay so close to you. As you floated in that ephemeral space between seconds, the weight of reality threatened to ruin everything.

“I don’t want either of you to leave.”

Jared propped his hand up on his head as he looked at you. “I know.”

“Yeah, I’m… I won’t speak for Jared, but I’m a wreck, too, Y/N,” he sighed. “Didn’t think something like this would ever happen. Or if it did, it wouldn’t ever mean much. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“What do we do?”

Jared reached for his bedside lamp and flipped the switch. “Sleep. We’ll talk in the morning. Clear heads and all that.”

The lamp beside Jensen switched off with a flick of his fingers and plunged them into darkness. “He’s so smart,” he teased. In the darkness, he found your cheek and placed a quick kiss there before he whispered, “Goodnight.”

You hummed your reply as Jared missed your cheek and instead, kissed the side of your head. “G’night.” On your side, you draped an arm and a leg over Jensen, and he held you close as Jared curled into your back, his massive body dwarfing yours.

Within minutes they fell asleep. Obviously, they weren’t as concerned with the situation as you were. And maybe that meant something. With a little hope, you clung to that idea, that in the sleep they so easily found, they rested knowing that everything would be okay. On that thought, you closed your eyes and succumbed to that deep, endless nothing, clutching your tiny sliver of hope so tightly to your chest.

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Cosplay Surprise

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x PlusSize!Reader

Trope: Slutty Costume

Word Count: 2458

Rating: Mature for the design of the costume

Summary: There is a Halloween party going on at one of the conventions, and this will be the first time everyone from set sees the reader in their element when it comes to costumes. Might even reveal a secret she’s been hiding for a while. 

A/N: In this piece, Jared isn’t married to Gen. This is purely written for fictional use and in no way meant to disrespect the Padalecki family. I send them my best regards and love.  This was written for @supernaturaltropecelebration​ Halloween Edition.  Pictures are not mine, found on Pinterest.

     (Y/N) stood in front of her full-length mirror, debating if she should really go through with this costume or go with plan B, which was a simple Catwoman costume. She took in a deep breath and reminded herself that she promised Jessica Nigri that she would join her and the girls in the cosplay. It wasn’t the fact that she was a big, curvy girl that made her nervous, she was used to dressing the way she was for the camera. Her issue was the brand new relationship she was in with the very well known TV star Jared Padalecki and how this side of her was something she never expected to reveal to him, let alone what she did before her job on set as a special effects artist. 

     Before getting her dream job, (Y/N) used to model. It wasn’t the typical, run of the mill modeling, walking down runways. No, what she would do is create sexy, barely covering the important parts, cosplay outfits and take pictures of herself in different poses. She would then post one or two on her Instagram page and the rest would be sold via a Patreon page she had, where she had different memberships and each member had a different value of packaging. And yes, there were online trolls that called her and her friends, like Jessica, sluts and attention whores. But she ignored them because she loved being able to create all these costumes by hand. She even would purchase cosplay items or outfits from different creators just to give them a shout out and help them with their business, hoping the community could grow. She would even auction off certain costumes or accessories and donate that money to a charity of her fanbase’s choice. Simply put, if she hadn’t gotten her dream job, she would have continued doing what she loved.

      (Y/N) took in a second deep breath and decided to stick to her costume. She did put a lot of work into it like she always did to every cosplay she had made herself. She just hoped Jared would be ok with it. They were currently at a Supernatural convention and Jared wanted to use this event to announce their relationship to the fandom. They had been dating for a couple of months, only coworkers and very close friends knowing about their relationship. But when Jared asked her to be his girlfriend officially, the first thing that worried her was the fandom’s reaction. Danneel assured (Y/N) that everything would be fine, but (Y/N) wasn’t so sure about that.

     The ride to the convention hall where the party was at was a long one, (Y/N) making sure her costume was perfect. Even with the fear of Jared judging her after tonight, she still didn’t want to let her online fans down. The car stopped at the back entrance where everyone was told to go through and (Y/N) was so happy to see Jessica standing by the door, phone in hand. (Y/N) climbed out of the car and when she shut the door, Jessica looked up and smiled widely at her. 

“Wow, woman!” Jessica exclaimed as she stood up straight, watching (Y/N) climb the stairs. “You still got it, girl! I still can’t understand why you stopped doing the cosplays and closing your Patreon.”

“I couldn’t do that AND work on a tv show set without someone finding out about that life,” (Y/N) responded quietly.

“Didn’t the guy that hired you said he wanted you because to the cosplay work you’ve done?” Jessica asked as she opened the door for both of them to enter.

“Yeah but that information stayed between us and the two other heads of the makeup department.”

“It’s not like you were doing porn or something,” Jessica shrugged as she walked a bit ahead.

“It’s borderline and you know it woman,” (Y/N) huffed in annoyance. “Plus, it's not something you throw on a resume.”

“You got your dream job because of it.”

“Yeah, and now I’m dating one of the faces of the show and I’ve told you how the fandom can get,” (Y/N) said angrily, pulling Jessica by the arm to stop and face her. “Do you remember what happened to that actress that played the character Lisa on the show? And that was just a character!”

     (Y/N) let Jessica go and turned away from her, pulling out her phone to call a cab.

“This was a mistake, I should have just gone with the cat woman costume and hoped no one would recognize me. I’m heading back to the hotel to change.”

“No, you’re not!” Jessica exclaimed, grabbing (Y/N)’s phone. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your talent. Not only can you make a costume from scratch but your makeup and special effects skills are flawless. Top it off with one sexy body and a great personality, and Jared can call himself one lucky son of a bitch.”

“He won’t once he finds out about my old Patreon and sees the pictures. You know what some people call us for doing those pictures. It’s one thing to see an online troll say it, it’s another when there could be a big possibility that the man that I’m falling for will think the same thing.”

“(Y/N), the man adores you!” Jessica exclaimed as she caressed her friend's cheek. “Just go in there with me and you will see. Yeah, it will be a surprise for him to find out his hot girlfriend used to pose half-naked in sexy cosplay outfits for paying fans, but he won’t judge you for it.”

     (Y/N) looked at Jessica and smiled weakly. She nodded her head and hugged Jessica, the silent thank you being made. Jessica pulled (Y/N) by the hand and guided her down the hall to the main door where the party was being held. There were two guards there and when both girls showed their invites, the guards opened the doors.

“Ready, babe?” Jessica asked, holding (Y/N)’s hand tightly.

“Ready as I'll ever be,” (Y/N) responded, standing straight and shaking herself mentally.

     Jessica walked in first with (Y/N) right behind. The girls strutted their way through the crowd over to their other friends who were jumping where they stood in excitement. (Y/N) smiled widely at them but froze when she heard a voice call out to her. She could suddenly feel his presence right behind her, causing her to turn around to see Jared standing there in his Nightwing costume. Jensen, his wife Danneel, and Misha were with him as well. All four friends eyed (Y/N) up, especially Jared. Once his eyes landed on hers, his face went serious, making (Y/N) cringe internally, ready for any outburst.

“What are you wearing, baby?” Jared asked slowly.

     (Y/N) looked down at herself once more to make sure everything was perfect. She and the girls decided to cosplay as the group K/DA, her character being Akali. But instead of the outfit Akali wore in the music video, she went with her usual twist. She wore a black push up bra that lifted her breasts up, white cloth sewn in the front to look like the top Akali wears in the video. The leather jacket she wore was an exact replica from the music video but she wore it off her shoulders, revealing the lines of paint on her skin. She wore a pair of skin-tight black leather pants with a white belt around her waist. The pants were cut like the video, one normal length leg and another cut short, but instead of the smaller cut starting at the top of her thigh, she cut it smaller as if it were underwear, which barely covered her buttcheek. She wore a black knee-high stocking on the leg that wasn’t covered by the pants, and her shoes were a pair of all-black six-inch converse heels she got specially made for the costume, which had a gold and white buckle at the very top and white laces. She wore a long purple wig styled up in Akali’s signature ponytail in the video and the signature black cap with gold K/DA sewn into it. To top the entire look, she had a black face mask with the scary demon mouth painted on the cloth, which she had hanging from her neck, and her exposed skin had the same designs Akali had painted on her when she glowed in the dark.

“It’s my costume. Jessica and the girls have been planning this cosplay with me for a couple of months now and since I was coming here…..” (Y/N) slightly stuttered before suddenly being pulled by Jared through the crowd and out the party room. 

     He didn’t stop until he found an empty hallway, letting her hand go. (Y/N) leaned against a wall, dreading what he was going to say. But he stayed silent, so she spoke up.

“This isn’t new for me, you know. I used to wear this kind of stuff before my job on Supernatural,” she mumbled before standing straight and facing his back, ready for what she was going to say. “I mean, this is what I used to do for work. I would create costumes like this and get pictures taken to sell to my fanbase, on my Patreon. That’s how Jessica and I met. She helped me grow by inviting me to join her panels at cons she would do and do photoshoots with her.”

     Jared still didn’t turn around to look at her, so she continued.

“I loved it, Jare. Still, do and, if it wasn’t for my job on Supernatural, I would probably still do it. I love being creative. I love that, somehow, I helped and motivated some girls to be comfortable in their own skin and be able to admit how sexy they can be, no matter what society deems sexy. I loved it, not for the attention, but for the small changes I was able to do and put my work out there.”

“I already knew about all that,” Jared mumbled as he turned around to face (Y/N). 

“You did,” (Y/N) gasped, taking a step back in surprise.

“Obviously, this isn't something you could hide forever. To be honest, I knew the first day you joined us on set.”

“You WHAT?”

“Yeah, umm,” Jared chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “A cousin of mine was one of your Patreon members and he had shown me the last set of pictures you sent out. He was sad you quit. You looked so different but I could still see it was you. The glasses and baggy clothes, plus you never mentioned that stuff to anyone so I assumed you didn’t want people to know.”

“Yet, you asked me out, knowing those pictures were out there?!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air.

“(Y/N), that doesn’t matter to me. What you did before we met won’t change how I feel about you. Plus, I had my moments of pride knowing that everyone’s dream girl was actually with me.”

     They both laughed at his last statement, (Y/N) holding her stomach from the pain of laughter. Jared then pulled her into a tight hug, placing a kiss on her shoulder. 

“I love you for you. What took me by surprise was seeing you like this. It’s one thing to see you in pictures, another in person.”

“I love you too, Jare,” (Y/N) whispered back. They stood in silence for a moment before (Y/N) spoke up. “So, does it bother you people out there have pictures of me in revealing positions?”

“To be honest, no. They have pictures, I have the real thing,” Jared responded with a wide smile before leaning down to kiss her deeply. 

     (Y/N) moaned into the kiss, her arms reaching around his neck to pull him as close as humanly possible, mentally admiring the man. Jared ended the kiss too quickly for (Y/N)’s taste, but what Jared said next made her almost drop to the floor in laughter.

“I did have to take every single picture of yours from my cousin, though. I don’t mind complete strangers but my cousin, it just seemed weird. Bet he will have a heart attack once he finds out who you are and that you are my girlfriend.”

     Jared laughed along with (Y/N), walking back to the party hand in hand. Before they went inside, (Y/N) pulled at Jared’s hand and looked up at him, the worry written on her face yet again.

“What about the fandom?” she asked softly. “How will they take it all once we tell them about us?”

“I doubt they will judge you,” Jared answered, placing a hand against her cheek. “They will love you and hey, maybe they will want a few pointers when it comes to costume design and makeup if they see your pictures.”

     They both giggled and (Y/N) leaned up for a chaste kiss before they moved to go back inside. Once they were inside, Jessica and the girls, Jensen, Danneel and Misha crowded around them. Danneel admired (Y/N)’s costume while Misha and Jensen secretly congratulated Jared on his lucky catch. Even other cast members and crew that were at the party came up to (Y/N) admiring and applauding her costume. After an hour in, Jessica came over to (Y/N) and whispered something in her ear. She nodded her head fast and kissed Jared on the cheek, telling him to get as close to the stage as possible, before following Jessica.

     Both girls went behind the stage, their two other friends waiting behind the black curtain that was behind the DJ. They all got into position and (Y/N) shook her arms and legs from nerves. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked to the side to see Jessica smiling, giving her a wink and a thumbs-up, silently letting her know she had this. None of them could sing, but they did lip-sync and dance to the song once at a convention, costumes provided to them.

     That’s when she heard the DJ present them to the crowd and the curtain raised. (Y/N) looked into the crowd and saw Jared standing right in front with a big smile on his face, causing her to smile right back. She lifted her mask over her mouth just as the song “POP/STARS” started to play, ready to show her new friends exactly what she was made of.

[shayleas]

2017

Thank you @soy-em for the inspiration to write this post.

2017 changed my life.  I used to write a lot of fiction in school but I stopped completely for many years as life, work, travel, etc, took over.  Then J2 came along.  I was supposed to go to JIB con this year, but at the last minute I was unable to.  I might have missed out on meeting Jared and Jensen, but what I watched online (thank you so much to all you wonderful con-goers who share everything with us at home, it means the world) inspired me to start writing again.

Here I am seven months later and I’m about to complete my sixth J2 fic.  The first five were relatively short, but since August I’ve been writing a long multi-chapter J2 AU, which has been an astounding learning curve, so much fun and terror and exhilaration and joy.  Thank you to all my wonderful Offering readers who spur me on every day.  I love writing for you and I hope to continue to provide many more hours of reading delight for you all.  

I have so many things I want to write in 2018, so many experiments to try, so many concepts to explore.  My hope for 2018 is for plentiful time to dedicate to writing.  It feels so good to have finally returned to where I belong.

Thank you, J2, for your wonderful inspiration.  I will always support both of you as well as Supernatural and Sam and Dean.

For anyone who has plenty of time to dedicate to a fic that’s currently a WIP but will be finished within the next week or so, you’re welcome to join us over on AO3 for Offering (Jensen/Jared, explicit, 131k):

“Jensen is straight, thank you very much, and set on his conservative Texan future with the girl of his dreams. But after accidentally seeing his college roommate naked, his straightness comes into serious question. As for Jared, what is a gay boy supposed to do when someone as hot as Jensen decides to experiment with him? Definitely not fall in love.”

Love and joyful wishes to all of you fantastic people,

~shaylea~

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Her Last Goodbye

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Jensen and Y/N’s families mentioned.  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Character death -  aside from that I will list the warnings in the tags since I don’t want to give anything away.      

Word Count: 2300ish

A/N: Hey guys welcome to SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017 - I hope y’all are ready to cry. As one of your hosts I thought it was my duty to do my best to make sure you go to bed with puffy eyes tonight so I am posting 3 brand new one shots in honor of this day. This is number 3.

It is also written for @impalaimagining Angst Challenge - My prompt was Kodaline’s All I Want.

Thanks a billion to my sassy lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing angst for me

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***  

Jensen closed the door after practically having had to shove Jared through it. Being his best friend, he hadn’t wanted to leave. Jared didn’t like Jensen being alone, but damn he needed it. All Jensen could think about while the house was buzzing around him was to be alone. He didn’t feel a damn thing when people walked up to him, offering their condolences. The last time the house was this full stuck on his mind.

Jensen had rolled his eyes at her, offering up one expensive venue after another. He wanted her to have it all, but Y/N had refused. She wanted them to get married at the small church they went to every Sunday when he was at home and she wanted the reception to be at home. Finally Jensen had caved and Y/N had, had the wedding her way. Off course she had been right. It had been perfect, small and intimate. It had fit them better than the extravagant wedding Jensen had wanted to give her.

Jensen didn’t see the darkly dressed people in his living room. Not really anyway. He saw her and the way she spun around the floor dancing and laughing with everyone from his dad, her dad, his brother to Jared and Misha. Jensen loved watching her from afar and he had done so from the longest of times until he finally made his way across the floor, when the music changed to a slower tune, laying a gentle hand on Misha’s arm.

“Can I cut in?” Jensen asked and Misha instantly nodded, giving his friend a tight hug before leaving the floor.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Y/N teased as Jensen pulled her close, slowly swaying to the music and Jensen tenderly pressed his lips against hers. He loved how perfectly she fit in his arms and the way she would always lean into his touch. He smiled down at her, and his heart almost stopped. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Y/N was practically glowing as she looked up at him. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her this happy and in that moment he vowed he would do everything within his power to keep her like this forever.

“I could never forget about you,” he promised, making her face light up in the brightest of smiles before he made her squeal with laughter as he spun her around the room, dipping her to the floor and kissing her again.  

“I could never forget about you,” those words rung over and over in Jensen’s head as soon as the door closed behind Jared. For the first time in a week, he was truly alone. The past few days someone had stayed over. If not his mom, then Y/N’s, McKenzie or Jared. It was as if everyone had agreed never to leave him alone and it had taken Jensen almost screaming at his best friend to leave him now, when it was all over.

The silence was deafening now and he almost tore the door back open, screaming for Jared to come back, but he couldn’t. This was something he was going to have to go through. He took a deep breath before walking through the house that seemed to be filled with bad memories now.

The living room where she had dropped a vase out of the blue for no reason for the first time, the kitchen where she had cut herself and screamed at him she needed to be able to atleast do some things on her own, when he had tried to help her, the bathroom where she had fallen in the shower and Jensen had to lift her off the floor and carry her back to bed, only a few weeks ago. The bedroom where he had held her as she cried after that incident and the first time she had expressed to him a wish to leave this world on her own terms. It had scared the shit out of him and he had refused to talk about it. Something he had regretted every moment for the past week. If he had only listened to her that night, maybe she would still be here. Maybe he wouldn’t have found her lifeless in their bed with the open bottle of pills on the night table. Maybe at the very least he could have been with her, she wouldn’t have had to go on her own.

The blame and guilt had been overwhelming over the past few days and it had been all he had been able to focus on. Had he just listened, taken her serious. Told her that he wanted her and loved her. Told her that no matter what was going to happen he would never leave her, he would always be there for her, loving her every step of the way. Had he just spoken up, maybe his wife would still be alive and waiting for him in their bed.

Jensen felt his legs give out from under him as he reached their bedroom, his knees hitting their the floor as the room came into vision. The bed was big and empty, but he could still see her lying there. He could still remember how cold she had felt when he had clung to her, screaming out her name, begging for her to come back. Begging for her not to leave him. He gasped for air, struggling to breath properly as he tried replace that memory with a happy one in his mind, but even than hurt.

Y/N squealed when Jensen pulled her back in bed, instantly rolling over her and pinning her beneath him as his lips trailed down her neck.

“Jay!! I am meeting with Mac and Gen in a few hours,” she laughed, struggling halfheartedly beneath him.

“You’re newly wed. You’re allowed to be late,” Jensen teased, hating that the honeymoon had ended. They hadn’t been back home for more than a few days and he already missed staying in bed with her all day. Their friends and family wanted to see tham and all Jensen wanted was to be with her. Touching, kissing, talking. He wanted her to never leave his arms, but Y/N had other plans.

He had always been completely under her spell. Even as friends when they were both seeing other people, there had never been anything he wouldn’t do for her. She had always been his first priority even if it had taken him years and failed relationships to realize that. He still remembered the surprised look on her face when he had finally grown the balls to ask her out, he still remembered how nervous he had been the entire day before picking her up. The first kiss and how everything seemed to fall into place as their lips met. She had given herself to him that night and from that moment on he had never let her go. Dating had turned into engagement. Engagement to marriage and Jensen had never been happier than he was holding her, kissing her, touching her. She was his entire would and he was happy to let the outside fade away for a few more days, staying hidden away from reality with her in his arms.

Jensen growled when she finally managed to slip out from under him, but his annoyance was sort lasted. Y/N didn’t bother to get dressed, instead her hips swayed as she showed off her soft, very naked body to him, turning around in the bathroom door, crooking her finger at him and Jensen was out of bed so fast his head was spinning.

Jensen would never have that again. He would never feel her soft, warm body moving beneath him. He would never wake up in the middle of the night, feeling happy and content as she snuggled closer to him in her sleep, practically lying on top of him. He had never loved anyone the way that he loved her. She had been his best friend and the love of his life. They had wanted a family together, a dream that had been shattered instantly when the doctor’s had made their diagnoses. ALS. Y/N didn’t have more than a few years left and even if a baby was technically possible, Y/N had refused. She didn’t wanna leave her kid without a mom and Jensen had respected her wishes. All he wanted was her after all and he had never stopped looking for a treatment. He had never stopped talking to doctors all over the world fighting to find some miracle cure, he deep down knew didn’t exist.   

Y/N had wanted to live as normal as possible and she didn’t take about the disease much. Jensen brought her with him to Vancouver to shoot as often as possible and Y/N gave him that, knowing it was his way of spending as much of the time they had left together. He had no doubt in his mind this was eating at her as much as it was him. She lost everything she had ever wanted or dreamed about with one doctor’s appointment. A doctor’s appointment Jensen had forced her to go to in the first place, because even though she had always been clumsy she falling and the bruises were getting out of hand.

She had been quiet for a few days after, before announcing to him that she was still her. Telling him not to tell anyone before they had too and she didn’t want him to change around her. Jensen hadn’t. He had done everything the way she had wanted too. Not telling their families and friends for the first 6 months. He had struggled to pretend as if it was nothing every time she got hurt because she would get angry when he didn’t. He knew that she was struggling and he had tried the best he could to make it as easy as possible on her. He loved her and being there for her from day to day, had made him forget the fear of losing her. Most of the time anyway. The days he spent in Vancouver without her was literal hell. Not because he was afraid she would get hurt and him not being there, because Gen had promised to stay with her as much as possible and when she couldn’t Jensen knew she would arrange with Mac or Y/N’s mom to drop by. It was his mind. Being without her, reminded him of how it was going to be soon and still nothing had prepared him for what he felt in the moment she was actually gone.

It wasn’t the disease that had taken her from her. She had left him. If she had really loved him how could she have done that? Jensen felt the anger bubble in his veins as he screamed out for her into the empty bedroom. He screamed, missing the person he had been with her. She had brought out the best in him. Something he would never see again. She had been his everything and now she was gone. She had left him alone and Jensen wanted nothing more than to have her back. He hated her for not staying, for not fighting and at the same time he understood. He understood how much she had been struggling. Struggles that was on him. He should have been able to make it easier for her. He should have made her want to fight, to keep going, to stay with him.

Jensen had no idea how long he had been kneeling on the floor before he finally got up, dragging himself to the big, cold, empty bed. Placing himself on her side, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and perfume still lingering in the sheets, before slowly opening the night stand. He pulled out the letter he had been hiding. The letter he still hadn’t read. Tears streamed down his face as he unfolded the page, seeing her troubled handwriting.

Jensen… I know this is going to hurt you, and I am sorry. But no matter how this happens it will hurt you. I don’t want you having to clean and bath me. I don’t want you to become my caregiver. I love you and I want you to remember me the way that I was.

This is me setting us both free Jensen. My body is betraying me and it is starting to feel like a prison. I know how much you want a family and you will. You will find a girl who sees what I see. She will love you and she will give you children. You will be happy again Jay. I am so sorry, I couldn’t be the one to give you any of it. I am so sorry our love was cut short, but just know I will always love you and I will wait for you. Just take your time getting here okay? Live a long, happy life for me.

Forever yours.

Y/N.

Tears streamed down his face as he read her last goodbye. He read the letter over and over, before he curled up into a ball, wishing he could feel her wrapped around him again one last time. Wishing he could hear her voice or kiss her goodnight. Wishing he could tell her he didn’t want anybody but her and no matter how it ended he didn’t regret a single moment spend with her.

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[jadewritings]

Where Our Demons Hide

Author’s Note ~ This is dedicated to @bringmesomepie56 because I felt like being nice, so here you go! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing ~ Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count ~ 1,891

Warning ~ Depression, Suicide attempt, mentions of blood, Dark themes, TRIGGERING, If you squint, you can see some fluff, Smut (Not fucking, making love)

*PLEASE KNOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

So many times before, it had just been a feeling and not so much as real. So many times had it just been a thought, a thought that kept you up at night. A thought that never left your head. The point is, it wasn’t as real as it was in this moment.

That night, you told yourself, it would be better. You tried to bury the thoughts and think of if you just went to sleep, you would wake up in the morning, make some coffee, get ready and go to work, a job in which you’d only dreamed of having since you were a child, until now.

You would go to work, see those beautiful, smiling, hazel green eyes staring at you. You would smile and think of how happy and lucky you were to have the things you have today. He would wrap his gentle arms around your waist, feather kisses on your nose until your lips connected in a loving embrace. You would be okay.

But depression doesn’t care about things like that. It doesn’t care if you’re happy and healthy. It’ll tear you down, break you, beat you into submission until there’s nothing left. It made your thoughts stray. Though, it was never this strong.

You sat, crying, on the edge of your bed, the blade suffocating in your hand and held tight on your skin. With each drop of a tear, you thought and thought. You got on your knees, setting the blade down on the bed, and grabbed your phone, which was thrown to the floor minutes ago.

You scrolled through your contacts until you saw his name, Jensen.

The more you thought that this could be the very last thing you ever say to him, made you sob even harder. But, nonetheless, you sent the message.

‘Jensen, I’m sorry for what I’m about to say… I hope you don’t hate me. I know, it’s selfish of me to put you through this, but I don’t have anyone else to tell. You know everything about me and you still love me, no matter what. I want to thank you for that. For always staying by my side, for making me the happiest woman in the world, for making me a proud girlfriend. I love you, J. I hope you know how much I cared, how much it hurts me to send this. Don’t blame yourself. This was my decision.’

You took a deep breath and grabbed the blade again. You cursed yourself and apologized profusely, even if no one heard you.

Your phone buzzed once. And then again. And again. And again. You shut it off, sitting in the silence now. You closed your eyes, seeing images of Jensen and you smiled, before dragging the blade across your wrist. Blood oozed out, but it barely hurt. You could blame it on being used to it, but that wasn’t the case.

You accepted what was happening, was what about to transpire, death. You had dug the blade so deep, your wrist went numb. The tears willingly flowed down your cheeks as you switched to the other wrist, doing the same as the first. It wasn’t as deep, you couldn’t really tell if your hand was working write because you couldn’t even feel most of it.

You set the blade down and sat, face forward, on the floor at the end of the bed. Your eyes began to shut, slowly. The darkness waited in excitement as you joined it.

Your body began to shake uncontrollably. Your eyes were forced open by soft fingers. The blackened spots in your sight blocked you from knowing who was touching you.

“Y/N! Stay with me, baby. Open your eyes, baby, please!”

Their hands were on your wrists, though you could only feel a slight pressure that led you to that conclusion.

That’s when you heard the second voice.

“Jensen - Oh, my God!”

“Jared, help me get her to the car.”

Jensen tightly wrapped a piece of his now torn shirt over both of your wrists and then softly gripped under your legs and hoisted you into his arms. By now, he had blood all over him, on his clothes, on his hands, it even dripped onto his pants and shoes as he exited your room.

Jared helped get you to the hospital as soon as possible. You were in an out of consciousness, hearing the crack in Jensen’s voice as he yelled at Jared, telling him to drive faster.

That was the last thing you heard before you just wanted to sleep.

Jensen stayed with you every night. The doctors managed to stop the bleeding and gave you several blood transfusions to restore what you had lost. But when they saved you, you never woke up.

You’d been in a coma for a week now. Jensen took a break from acting to stay with you and everyone understood. The show was temporarily canceled until Jensen was able to come back.

Jared visited with his family as well. Gen left some flowers and Jared tried comforting Jensen as much as he could. The kids cried every time they saw you. Gen would set them in the bed with you and they would snuggle up to you and cry.

“Dad? Why is that thingy in Aunty Y/N’s mouth?” Austin would ask, too young to fully understand the situation.

Jared would only say, “Well, bud, that’s what helps her breathe.”

Two weeks later and you had shown some signs of waking up. Jensen was at your side in a flash as your eyes fluttered open. You tried to speak, but the tube prevented that. Jensen called for a doctor, and they took it out immediately.

You avoided eye contact with Jensen, even as he squeezed your hand, just glad that you’re finally awake. You knew what you did was wrong, you knew he would be mad at you, you just couldn’t accept the fact it didn’t work. It killed you to think that way, and you knew people would think you’re a coward for running away.

The doctors discussed anti-depression pills and prescriptions for when you were released. You refused to take them though. They made you… different.

Finally, you were released. Jensen grabbed everything and made sure to get your pills. Your wrists were still sore but they would heal in time. But, not all wounds heal, especially those inflicted on your heart.

When you got home, you immediately went to your room. There was a faint blood stain on the carpet, which you could only assume, someone came by and cleaned it up for you.

You threw your bag on the bed and sat down with a huff. Memories of that night came flooding back to you. You began quietly sobbing in your hands.

Jensen entered the room and sat down next to you, soothing you by gently rubbing your back. He held you as your crying became harsher. You cried until your throat was hoarse and there were no tears left to cry.

“Jensen. I’m sorry.”

“Shhhh. It’s okay.”

You pulled away from him and looked him straight in the eyes.

“No. No, it’s not okay. Don’t you get it? I’m… broken! It’s to the point where no, pills, can help.”

You stood up, breaking from his grasp. You could tell from the look in his eyes that it hurt him. It hurt him to see you like this.

“I’m damaged goods, okay? I don’t… You deserve someone who’s not going to put you through this. You deserve to be happy, J. And that’s not with me.”

“No. That’s where you’re wrong, Y/N.”

“What?”

Jensen stood and moved closer to you. You flinched before he purposely grabbed your shoulders, as though he were going to shake some sense into you.

“You’re wrong. Everything we go through, we go through together. No matter what, I stay with the one I love. You may be damaged, but so is everyone else, sweetheart. I am, Jared is. You’re not alone.”

You looked to the ground but Jensen’s hand brought your eyes up to meet his.

“I was going to do this before but with recent events, I couldn’t. I almost lost you, I don’t plan on it happening again. I want to stay with you the rest of my life.”

You furrowed your brows at him, not quite understanding. Jensen took a deep breath and then got down on one knee and took out a little blue box of his back pocket and opened it to reveal a ring with a small diamond with an engraving on it. You gasped and took a step back. Jensen grabbed your hand and looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and fought back tears.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Jensen?”

“Completely.”

“Then yes. Yes, J, I will marry you!”

You smiled as he slid the ring onto your finger. Perfect fit. He stood and kissed you lovingly.

At some point you got caught up in the moment but realized, you felt happy. Genuinely happy for the first time in a long time. The man standing in front of you had stolen your heart. And you were about to steal his last name.

Jensen picked you up, wrapping your legs around him, and softly set you on the bed. His fingertips grazed your cheeks as your lips moved in sync with one another’s. He only pulled away when he went to remove your clothing. And you did the same to him.

Now fully naked in front of him, you never felt more vulnerable. Sure you’ve been naked in front of him many, many times before but this time was different. You weren’t fucking, you were making love.

Jensen stroked himself a little to get him going before sliding on top of you.

“Don’t worry. Just relax for me, okay?”

You nodded.

Jensen wets his fingers and slid them into you. You gasped at the touch and moaned when he added another, steadily opening you up to him. You subconsciously clenched around his fingers, drawing a moan from him. He gently pushed in and out of you until he felt you were ready.

He lined his hard cock at your entrance and when you nodded, he entered you slowly. The sensation drew a gasp from you before letting his size adjust to you.

Jensen kissed up and down your neck, sucking lightly, leaving faint marks in its wake. When you were adjusted he began bucking his hips, increasing the pace after a few thrusts. Your bodies melded together and you were in complete bliss.

Your eyes closed and your nails raked down his back, not deep enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark for a few days. He hissed and you could feel him swell.

“Cum with me, baby. Make me cum.”

You urged him on and that was all it took for him to oblige. Two thrusts later and you clenched down on his cock, making him shout your name and pump his seed inside you. You both stayed like that for a minute, just appreciating each other’s presence.

Jensen lifted his head from your shoulder and looked at you with a smile.

“I love you, Mrs. Ackles.”

[the--blackdahlia]

The Auction (Jensen x Reader)

Title: The Auction

Summary: When Misha holds a date auction for charity, Jensen ends up in a bidding war.

Warnings: None

AN: For @tornjeansandabrokenheart! I hope you like it

Misha was dressed in a suit that looked much like the one that Cas wore under his trench coat. He had put together an auction for charity, and had called in many of his female friends to help. Even Genevieve had been convinced to help, but she had already been won by her husband and was currently sitting at the table that Jensen and Jared were at.

 “Have you won yourself a date?” Gen asked, looking over at Jensen.

 “No.” He said with a shrug. “I’m just here for moral support.”

 “Oh come on Jensen.” Jared said. “I even got myself a date.”

 “Your wife.” Jensen laughed. Jared shrugged and wrapped an arm around Gen.

 “You boys should be lucky.” She told them. “His first idea was a male swim suit auction. And I had Speedos picked out for the both of you.” Jared laughed and kissed her. Jensen sighed and sipped at his drink. He could see some of the other guys he worked with and mutual friends in the same boat as him. And there weren’t very many girls left.

 “All right everyone, up next is a very dear friend of mine, so no catcalling okay?” Misha laughed. “Ms. (Y/n) is an assistant in the costume department for Supernatural, so she has probably seen half this room naked.” Everyone laughed. “Let’s give a round of applause for Ms. (Y/n)!”

 (Y/n) came out onto the stage then and Jensen’s world slowed around him. He already knew she was stunning, but right now she was dressed up like Dean Winchester. The girls had all dressed up as fictional characters and, in Jensen’s opinion, (Y/n)’s was the best. She was wearing a v-neck black t-shirt and he could see the edges of an anti-possession tattoo peeking out from underneath it. Over the t-shirt was a blue and pink flannel shirt that was left open. She had on a pair of perfectly fitting jeans with holes here. She had a pair of black combat boots on, giving her a little lift in height. And she had Dean’s amulet around her neck, letting it rest right on the part of the v where he cleavage was.

 “Let’s start the bidding at $100!” Misha called out. Jensen saw out of the corner of his eye as Travis raised his hand.

 “I’ll get in on that action.” Travis said. (Y/n) smiled and blew a kiss at him, making Travis grin. Jensen growled a little, gripping his glass. He didn’t think he had done that out loud, but Jared and Gen had both heard him.

 “150!” Jensen called out then. (Y/n) looked over at Jensen and smiled.

 “200!” Travis said. Misha chuckled.

 “Looks like we have ourselves a bidding war.” Misha said. This continued on for a little while, Travis and Jensen trying to outbid each other. Jensen had such a crush on (Y/n), but so did Travis. She had started working in the costume department during season 9, and when Travis joined as Cole in season 10, he spent all the time he could flirting with (Y/n). Not that Jensen was jealous or anything…

 But then again, he was about to spend $900 to take (Y/n) out on a date.

 “Sold!” Misha called out. Jensen set in his chair as (Y/n) walked over with a flower in her hand. She smiled and kissed Jensen’s cheek.

 “Ready to get out of here?” She asked him. Jensen looked over at Jared, who gave him a thumbs up. Gen giggled and waved goodbye to (Y/n) and Jensen as they left the event.

 “So…” Jensen said awkwardly as they walked. The auction wasn’t too far from his Vancouver place, so he had just walked it, leaving his car at home.

 “Jensen, wait.” (Y/n) said. He stopped and looked at her. “Why did you pay that much money?”

 “I…uh…” He sighed. “(Y/n), I really like you. And I know Travis likes you too. I mean, he spent so much time with you when he was on the show and now that he’s off, he still sends you flowers and texts and…” (Y/n) stopped him then by grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Jensen’s eyes were wide, but soon he closed them and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him and deepening the kiss. Finally, after a little while, they pulled apart.

 “You know Jensen, you didn’t have to pay $900 to go on a date with me.” (y/n) said, lacing her fingers with his. “If you would’ve asked me, I would’ve said yes.”

 “But Travis…” Jensen said. (Y/n) laughed.

 “Travis is a friend from years ago.” (Y/n) explained. “He flirts all he wants but I don’t see him in that light. And he was going to bid on me tonight because I was sure that no one else would. He’s got a bit of a competitive streak though. I wasn’t really expecting a bidding war.” Jensen pulled (Y/n) close to him.

 “You’re worth much more than $900.” He said, leaning down to kiss her again. “So, what should we do then?” (Y/n) smiled up at him.

 “How about you buy me a drink and we see where the night goes.” (Y/n) said with a wink. Jensen chuckled and held her hand as he headed towards a local bar that he liked to go to. This wasn’t the way he thought the night was going to end, but it was even better than anything he could’ve dreamed of.

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