#jensen ackles x curvy reader

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Happy Monday Everyone! So I have a new series for you that I will be dropping either one chapter a week or multiple chapters this week, I am still deciding.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

This chapter is 2K+. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Please don't post as your own work, this is my work.

Thanks!

Chapter 1

You weren't sure what possessed you to come out tonight. The city is a small lakeside tourist trap in the height of summer. It's Friday night, so it's already going to be busy. Add the fact that the first-ever Supernatural convention is taking place in a town over, and there are rumors that some cast members might appear in small-town Haven. Has every woman, single or not, out looking to catch the eye of Jared Padalecki or Jensen Ackles.

You, on the other hand, couldn't care less. That's not to say you didn't think both men weren't great actors. You're the first to put your 'Supernatural number one fan card' against anyone. You watched the show religiously, even re-watched it whenever you needed comfort or a break from the world.  You had also fallen into reading and writing a few fanfics under a pen name. 

You also weren't immune to their handsome good looks; both are sexy men in their own right. You lean more towards Jensen than Jared if you had to choose. Something about those hypnotic green eyes  and the 'Dean voice.' God, that got you through some lonely nights, for sure.

So why aren't you going boy-crazy at the fact that your celebrity crush was just one city over, or for that matter, could be in the same bar as you right now? One, you are a realist: the likelihood of him coming out, or you actually seeing him, is slim, if not nonexistent. Second, the idea of celebrity life - living in the limelight, having all eyes on you, never getting a moment to yourself - no thank you. You will take being an anonymous nobody and being able to look and act however you want without ending up on the front page of the gossip rags.

Pushing your way through the crowd of the local dive bar, you survey the crowd to see the overabundance of female to men ratio. You finally squeeze past and grab the last open barstool at the corner, next to where the wait staff come to grab their orders. Saying hi to the waitress as she loads up her tray, you take a seat and wave over at the bartender. 

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." The bartender, James, gives you a smile and wink.

Stuffing the bar towel in his back pocket, he walks to you and tosses a cardboard coaster. "Didn't think you would be one of those desperate celebrity chasers." He jokes.

He places his hands on the bar and leans towards you. His lean, muscular frame is accented by his dark denim jeans and black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off the nice tan he's been working on.

Shaking your head at him, "Now, James, I wouldn't knock your guest too loud; God knows you're not mad at the extra business…or the female clientele." You quip, picking up the coaster to fiddle with. 

You survey the room and guess it's a two to five-ratio of guys to girls in the bar tonight. "Besides, I wanted a drink." Letting out a sigh, you try to convince yourself that's why.

Not buying it, but not having the heart to call you out on your bullshit this early in the night, James gives you a nod, "OK, sure, so the usual?" He asks as he grabs the tequila to make you a margarita.

"You know my weakness."

"That I do."

Later that night

You felt good and relaxed over an hour in and two margaritas down. The day's stress dissipates, and you're glad you came out. Besides chatting with James every time he had a few minutes, you also got to reconnect with some of the other bar staff you hadn't seen. 

The crowd has started to thin out, with news that the cast members were staying in the city to party. Sightings of them all over at the more trendy bars had the sober guests heading out and the not-so-sober ones heading home. James let the last waitress clock out early, leaving only you and James. James made his way back over to you.

"So, you're still here. Thought you would have hightailed it to the city by now." He jokes, running a hand through his dark, short locks. His blue eyes locked with yours.

"I told you, I just came out for a drink, not to hunt down a celebrity. Besides, we never get to hang out anymore.  Why is that?" you question, pushing your empty glass toward James in a not-so-subtle attempt to have him refill it. 

He takes the hint.  Grabbing the glass, he slightly laughs at this, "Come on, Y/N, we see each other. I mean, yeah, not as much anymore, what with me taking over this place and you working in the city more on your art. How is that going? Are you happy with your decision?" He asks, saying so much with those questions. He finishes up your drink and sets it down.

You were happy with your choice; it was for the best. Even if it meant you gave up half of the bar and steady income so you could pursue your passion. You're about to answer him when the sound of the front doors opens. Looking over, you can't believe your eyes when you see, fucking Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki walk through the doors. 

You snap your head back after staring at them both for what seems like forever. Fuck, they both look even better in person.

"No fucking way!" James almost screams out. You look up at him to see he is nearly hyperventilating.

"OK, James, you got to calm down." You counsel, slightly put off by him freaking out when he, on multiple occasions, would tease you for liking the show. Watching him flap his hands and pull out the bar rag to wipe the sweat from his forehead as his cheeks red. 

You had to call him on this. "Are you a fan?"

He looks over to you, sees the twinkling of mischief behind your eyes, and sighs, "OK, fine, yes." He quips back in defeat that his big secret is out.

"I watched the show, and so did you." He tries to defend himself.

"Yeah, and I was open about it. You were the one that made fun of me every time I talked about it. Bitch."

"Jerk." James quips back out of reflex, which gets you to point at him.

"Hey, can we get a pitcher of whatever the house draft is?" Deep and smooth, his voice hits you like a freight train, pulling James and you out of your impending tiff and back to reality. A reality where Jensen Ackles is standing ten feet away from you, on the other side of the bar, wanting to get a pitcher of beer. 

He is standing there in well-fitted light-wash jeans and a faded blue T-shirt. Sunglasses hang off the v-neckline and a baseball cap tuck in his back pocket. Your eyes lock with his, and the rumors are true—they are green like a fairy princess.

You look away and see Jared sitting with two other guys at a table. They are not actors from the show; they must be friends or bodyguards. 

"Umm…Yeah, man, coming right up. Just the one?" James stammers as he reaches the well to pull the pitcher. 

"Umm…better make it two, Jared's a big guy and all." Jensen jokes. Pulling his eyes from you to the bartender.

"Umm…you got a kitchen back there?" He questions, trying to keep the small talk up so he can stay here for a few more minutes. There is something about you; he can't place it, but it's like he's drawn to you. 

"Yeah, but our cook bailed on me tonight," James replies. Setting the pitchers on the bar. Scrabbling when he sees Jensen's slight disappointment in the lack of food.

"But I am sure Y/N wouldn't mind going back there and whipping up something." Turning his attention to you and giving you a shit-eating grin.

Your head snaps up to look over at James and Jensen. "What?" You question, wondering why he dragged you into this.

"Yeah, she's an excellent cook, chef really, she actually…"

"I am sure my cooking wouldn't match your sophisticated palate." Cutting off James before he can give Jensen your life story, giving him a stare down that conveys 'shut the fuck up.'

James has a habit of making your accomplishments sound grander than they were. He takes up the role of a proud parent, which you never ask him to do. 

Y/N, hmm, beautiful name. Letting the name roll around in his head. Jensen takes this opportunity with your eyes, shooting daggers at the bartender to let his eyes take you all in. She is in light-wash jeans, tall black boots, and a leather jacket over a vintage concert t-shirt that hugs her curves in all the right places. She's giving off a 'don't fuck with me vibe,' but he can tell it's just a front.  

"Darling, don't let celebrity status fool you. We're just a group of guys out for a few drinks and looking for good local food." Giving a smile to seal the deal.

His voice pulls her attention back to him, and he can see the front crumble away, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Jared there will eat just about anything you put before him." He says, thumbing back towards the guys. 

You look over his shoulder to see Jared and the two other guys watching your interaction. Jared gives you a half smile.

"Jensen, stop harassing the girl already. I can't take this guy anywhere." He jokes and turns his attention back to his buddies.  

Getting up from the barstool, you put some money on the bar, "I should be going, night James." Keep your voice low and as even as possible.

You can feel yourself becoming embarrassed by the seconds with all the attention on you. Unfortunately, you must walk past Jensen and his friends' table to get to the door. As you walk past the table, one of the anonymous guys pipes up.

"Seriously, I am starving. Why did we even come out this way? Dumb bitch, not like she doesn't know her way around a kitchen, just look at her." He spits out. 

You know you should keep walking; it's not like you haven't heard your fair share of fat jokes and comments about you before. Especially from drunk, pretty boys. Something about this time, though.  Maybe it's because it's in front of your celebrity crushes. After all, you have a few drinks in you as well. Whatever it is, you turn on your heels so you can face the douchebag.

"Oh, real original, ass. God, you must be the brains of the group." You spat back. Placing your hands on your hips to really show off your frame. 

He doesn't say anything at first. He is your typical frat boy, with short blonde hair and brown eyes staring back at you. You can see the wheels turning in his head. The other anonymous guy sitting next to him is a carbon copy of him, but he is looking across the booth to Jared for some kind of help.

"Dude, Evan, come on," Jared says, giving him a look of dismay that he just said those things. Turning his attention to you, "I am sorry…" He starts to apologize to him.

You hold up your hand to stop him. "It's fine, really." You reply, giving him a half smile. You're tired, and dragging this out any longer is not something you want to do tonight.

"Yeah, Jared, it's fine. A bitch like that, this is probably the most attention she has had from a guy in a long time." Evan jokes and playfully punches the guy next to him, wanting some backup on his 'stellar' dig at the local girl. 

Turning away from them, shocked that he is still talking, you just want to escape. Your eyes lock with Jensen, but his attention is on the table. He's fuming and looks like he is about to punch Evan. He starts the short walk towards the table.

"What the fuck…" he yells.

Stepping in his path, he stops just inches from you when you put your hand on his chest. The feel of your hand on him, you standing right before him, snaps him back.

"Well, we wouldn't want you boys to starve now, would we?" You say sweetly. Your voice is low and even. Knowing that you need to diffuse this situation before a bar brawl breaks out and somehow the gossip rags hear about it. 

The feel of his shirt under your fingers as you lightly tap his chest is soft. You would give anything to stay like this for a bit longer, taking in his smell of whiskey and leather. That's the one thing the fanfic girls and guys got right. Maybe they got other things right, too, your mind wonders.

You give Jensen a smile and turn to face the table. "Do you guys have any allergies I need to know about?" Your question, "Don't need to have anyone go into anaphylactic shock and have the media all up in my ass."

The two unknowns say nothing and seem interested in the countertop, then looking up at you. You don't blame them. Seeing the fury that Jensen was in, you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that.

Jared also looks pissed at them, glaring at them both before replying. "No, I think we're all good."

Giving a short nod, you turn back, seeing Jensen's eyes lock on you now. He has calmed down a bit, but he also looks slightly disappointed. You cock your head to the side.

"Hey, you OK?" You question, your voice low, only for him to hear.

He takes a second, giving you a nod. He clears his throat. "Yeah, umm…I am sorry…" he starts apologizing, but you stop him. 

"It's fine, Jensen. If you haven't noticed, I am a big girl in multiple ways." You wink at him and pat his chest before side-stepping him and heading back towards the kitchen.  

Back to the bar, you shuck off your jacket and toss it to James. "Good because, honestly, I don't care." You quip back to let them all know you could give a rat's ass what their dietary needs were.

This gets a laugh out of Jensen, pulling him back into a better head space. He can see more of her; the short-sleeved gray t-shirt contrasts sharply with her deep purple hair. Letting his eyes roam over her beautiful curves, god, he wishes he was the only one that came out tonight. She is feisty and can hold her own. Her voice is heaven, and he wants to listen to her talk all night.

"I'll have some food right out." Saying over your shoulder as you push open the kitchen doors. 

To Be Continued.....

[cheynovak]

Whiskey, Cards, and Secrets

Dean Winchester x Y/N female character

Summary: Dean dares his best friend Y/N to a game of strip poker, unknowingly pushing her insecurities.

Warning: Plussize reader, body insecurities

English isn't my first language.

Please do not copy my work. Share/Like/Comments are welcome.

The motel room was dimly lit, the flickering of the old TV casting faint shadows across the walls. The unmistakable clink of whiskey glasses filled the quiet space as Y/N and Dean sat at the table, a deck of cards between them. It was one of those rare quiet nights where the world wasn’t ending and there were no demons to hunt — just the two of them.

Y/N shuffled the cards while Dean poured another shot, his green eyes glinting mischievously in the low light. They’d been best friends for years, and in that time, she’d always kept her secret crush hidden behind friendly banter and teasing. It wasn’t easy, especially when she saw Dean with those women—skinny, confident, the kind of girls he always seemed to go for. And then there was her, plus-size and self-conscious about it.

“You gonna deal those or just sit there looking pretty, sweetheart?” Dean smirked, taking a slow sip from his glass.

She rolled her eyes, masking the warmth that his compliment stirred. “Yeah, yeah, I’m dealing, hold your horses, Winchester.”

They played a few rounds of poker, the stakes rising with each one. It was just fun, though—until Dean raised the stakes even higher.

"How ‘bout we make this more interesting?" he asked, his voice dropping just a little, that teasing grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Y/N glanced at him over her cards, eyebrow raised. "Oh yeah? What’re you thinking?"

Dean leaned forward, elbows on the table, his gaze steady on hers. "Strip poker."

Her stomach flipped at the suggestion, heat rushing to her face. She tried to laugh it off, but the insecurity bubbled up quickly. "Dean, c’mon. You know I’m not—" She trailed off, her throat tightening. She could barely get the words out, the thought of undressing in front of him making her want to curl up and hide.

Dean’s smile faltered for a second, and he tilted his head, studying her. "What? Scared you’re gonna lose?"

She looked down at her cards, biting her lip. The truth was, it wasn’t the losing that scared her. It was Dean seeing her body, seeing all the parts of herself she’d spent years being insecure about. He’d never been into girls like her, and she’d seen him with more women than she cared to count. They were always so… small. Slim. Everything she wasn’t.

She let out a shaky breath, dropping her cards. "Dean, you know why. I don’t— I can’t… I’m not like those girls you date, or usually see without clothes." Her voice was barely a whisper.

Dean frowned, leaning back in his chair. He reached for the whiskey bottle, pouring another shot but not drinking it. "Y/N," he said slowly, the teasing tone gone from his voice, "what’re you talking about?"

"You know what I’m talking about, Dean," she said, her voice a little stronger now, though her heart was pounding in her chest. "You’ve never been into girls like me. I mean, look at me." She gestured down at herself, the insecurities she’d buried for so long spilling out in a rush. "I’m not skinny, I’m not—"

"Hey, stop," Dean interrupted, his voice firm. He put his glass down with a hard thud, and when he looked at her, his gaze was serious, intense. "You think I don’t notice you?"

She blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone.

"Y/N, you have no idea," he muttered, shaking his head, almost like he was mad at himself. "I’ve been trying to keep my damn head on straight around you for years. You think I date skinny girls because that’s what I want? Nah. That’s just me being an idiot, trying to make you jealous."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah," he huffed, running a hand through his hair, eyes locking with hers. "You drive me crazy, Y/N. Every time you walk around in those damn shorts…" His gaze dropped to her thighs, lingering there for a moment before flicking back to her face swallowing hard. "The way they hug your legs, the way your hips move when you dance. Hell, I don’t think you realize how many times I’ve had to stop myself from staring.

Y/N felt her face heat up, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She’d spent so long thinking she wasn’t his type, and now here he was, saying things that made her head spin.

"And your skin," he added, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. "I always wondered how soft it’d feel. Every time you brushed against me, it was like… I don’t know. I’m not good with this crap, but you’re more than just some friend, okay?"

"Fuck I... I try to find girls as far off from your looks because there is no way they are remotely close to your beauty... You have no idea how many times I wanted to run my hards over your curves, knead that perfect flesh."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she stared at him. "Dean… I—"

"I know you don’t like me that same way," he admitted, his voice rougher now, as if the words were being dragged out of him. "So yeah, I went for girls that didn’t mean anything, just to try and get you out of my head. But it never worked."

She swallowed hard, her emotions swirling between disbelief and the overwhelming warmth that came from hearing him finally say what she’d been wanting to hear for so long. "Dean, I’ve had a crush on you for years."

He let out a low, smirk "Yeah? Guess we’ve both been blind idiots then."He took another sip.

The tension in the room shifted, something electric crackling between them. Dean stood up slowly, walking around the table until he was standing right in front of her. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle but full of intent.

"I don’t care about those girls, Y/N. I want you. All of you. Every damn curve, every inch." His hand rested on her shoulder, then slid down her arm, his fingers trailing lightly over her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She didn’t know what to say, her insecurities still there, but his words made them feel small, insignificant.

"I… I don’t know if I’m ready for—"

He stopped her, leaning down so their foreheads almost touched. "Hey, we don’t have to do anything tonight, alright? I just wanted you to know how I feel."

Y/N nodded, her heart still pounding, but the weight that had been sitting on her chest for so long was finally lifting. Dean wasn’t just teasing. He meant it.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe that maybe she was exactly what he wanted.

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A Winchester Chronicle

SEASON 4 (The one I'm starting with for this Supernatural/Fictional life Fanfic):

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

Chapter 2: "Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester."

Chapter 3: "In the beginning" smut

Chapter 4: "Metamorphosis"

Chapter 5: "Monster Movie" smut

Chapter 6: "Yellow Fever" smut

Chapter 7: "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester" smut

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I posted 231 times in 2022

48 posts created (21%)

183 posts reblogged (79%)

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Longest Tag: 71 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sam Winchester: Maid of the King

*Credit to acethetreasure13-blog*

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.5k

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66 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#4

Dean Winchester: Self-Confidence

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

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

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

WC-1.8k

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

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94 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#3

Jensen Ackles- Like Always

Pairing: Jensen A. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, SFW, Cuteness.

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

WC: 590

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

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104 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#2

Dean Winchester: Switcheroo

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Dean

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

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

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

Word Count: 2.4k

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135 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sam Winchester- Math Class

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

Pov: Reader

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

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

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Word Count: 3.4k

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272 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

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[witchychanel]

Who should I do next??

Steve Rogers

NSFW Alphabet 

(Not my gif. Also pretend this is Steve lol)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Steve is very sweet and gentle after it’s done. Steve would run a bath or a shower, he would grab a wash cloth and wipe you clean. He would carry back to bed. But if you’re too tired to get up, he would just grab a washcloth and clean you. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Steve loves all of you, but if he had to choose a part it would be your hands. He loves when your hands are all over him, he loves when you leave scratches down his back. He loves when you grab his cock and stick it in yourself. 

Your favorite part of Steve would be his arms. He could pick you up and hold you anywhere. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves putting his load inside your pussy. He loves to watch it leak out. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to have a threesome with either Bucky or Sam. He wants to watch someone else fuck you. But at the same time he hates sharing. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Steve’s not very experienced. If he waits for the right person to dance with, then he is going to wait for the right person to make love too. He doesn’t care if you had sex before, he thinks you can show him the ropes. And if you both never had sex then you can learn together. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary and Cowgirl. He loves watching your face get high with pleasure and he loves watching your tits bounce. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sex is very serious to him. He’s main priority is to have you come or to tease him (when your in control). Although if he’s drunk from Thor’s mead, he’ll tell everyone how good you are at sex. He tells them that you’re loud and will  thank Tony for the soundproof walls. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Steve’s pubic hair is the same color as he’s beard. Which is darker then his natural hair color. He doesn’t care if you have hair hell eat you either way. 

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

Steve’s favorite thing is to kiss you when you both come. He may be rough at times but he loves to do that. He wants to hold your hand while fucking you into oblivion.  

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t like to masturbate, he rather cum on you or in you. He tries to hold himself together when you are on long missions but he can’t, so you punish him. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves when you call him Captain. He wants you to call him Daddy if you’re up to it. He loves when you wear his shirts. He loves when you put people in place. He  loves to spank you. He loves when you spank him. You both love to choke each other. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves to do it in your shared room. No interruptions. He loves to fuck you in your office and his. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves when you tell him what to do. He loves when you don’t listen. He loves when you put others in place. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He never wants to hurt you, he doesn’t like to hit you with anything other than his hands on your ass. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if you want it he would. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

He rather give you head then get it. The serum takes him forever to cum so he rather give you head. But if you’re being bad… he’ll make you suck his dick. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace depends on his mood and yours. If he’s jealous then it’s hard. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He hates to have quickies. He wants to take his time with his best girl and go all night but if he’s going on a mission he will go as fast as he pleases. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Steve made a list of things that he wants to try with you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He lasts for hours. After he already cums he’s still hard, so he continues on fucking you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He likes to put cuffs on you. Hell use a vibrator to keep fucking you. He wants you to beg him to stop.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Steve doesn’t like to tease that much, he does it when he’s mad at you, or if someone was flirting with you. But you love to tease him.

   V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Steve is loud. He loves to say “fuck baby you make me feel so good” and “oh God” in your ear. He grunts. Says “shit” a lot. - Let’s just say Steve may not like that kind of language out there but behind closed doors. He has the mouth of a sailor

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves letting you have control. He wishes you can have it all the time, but he knows how cruel you can be. He can’t control you outside of the bedroom but he can control you inside of the bedroom.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Steve is very thick. When you first saw it he said “It’s not that big? Is it?” “Um.. yes Steve it’s huge!”  

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If it was up to Steve, you both will never leave the bed. He would make love and fuck you all day long. But Missions, briefings and paperwork always take your guys’ time. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Steve never falls asleep first. He waits for you to fall asleep, to make sure you’re okay. Sometimes he draws you. 

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Hey guy’s it’s Athena who should I do next?? I was think Dean Winchester but I kind of want to do a female. But who??

[rebelminxy]

Not So Blue Christmas

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 1952

Warning: Fluff and then SMUT!

Trope: Sexy Santa Dress

Rating: Mature Audience

A/N: Ok, ok, I had to at least get one smut for the trope @supernaturaltropecelebration​ Christmas Mini Bang. Images are not mine, they were found on Pinterest and Google, so credit goes to their original creator. I hope you enjoy!

A/N 2: I hope EVERYONE had an awesome Christmas and a Happy Holiday! That you got to spend time with those you love and enjoy the holidays. Now let’s get ready because 2020 is right around the corner!!! 

My Masterlist

You stood back in the darkest corner of the hall while you watched the fans sing along with Richard and Rob as they sang Holly Jolly Christmas. It was a week before Christmas and the Supernatural cast was doing their last convention for the year. You were supposed to be out in Paris for a fashion show your new plus size clothing line was highlighting in, but you really miss your man after being away from him for the past four months because of work. You hadn’t told him about your arrival just in case you weren’t able to make it, but after the phone call with Gen. you knew you had to make it to the convention. 

“Gen told me you were supposed to arrive tomorrow,” Jared’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

“I caught an earlier flight and came straight here once I landed,” you replied, smiling up at him.

“Well, good thing you arrived tonight. Jay was planning on leaving tomorrow to Paris right after our photo op. Took a lot to convince him to wait on buying a plane ticket.”

“What time will you guys be heading back to the hotel?”

“If it all ends on time, we should be back around eleven. Everyone wants to at least have a few drinks before we head back since a few cast members are leaving in the morning.”

“A few drinks?” you asked cautiously.

“I know Gen told you he was drinking a bit more than usual because of your time apart, but I promise I won’t let him go back drunk to the hotel room,” Jared responded with a chuckle as he pulled a card out of his jeans pocket, handing it to you. “He really misses you, ya know.”

“Yeah, same here. But seriously, don’t let him get drunk, I’ve got some news to share and I need him sober.”

“I’ve got ya, darling,” Jared winked at you, causing you to smile.

That’s when the crowd broke out in applause, causing you both to look up at the stage to see Jensen walking across it, waving at the crowd. You felt your heart warm at the sight of him. Compared to the constant Skype calls, they were nothing to seeing him in person. He sat on a stool next to Rob which had a mic in front.

“I need to go backstage, but have fun tonight and make sure he is at least ready for midday tomorrow. Good luck with the news.”

You smiled at Jared as he walked away towards the door he used to get to you. You turned to look back at the stage as Jensen spoke. 

“Well, hey there everyone! Hope y’all enjoying tonight’s music.”

  The crowd went wild with screams as he took the guitar Richard handed him. 

“Since Christmas is right around the corner, we all thought it would be fun to just sing holiday songs. But I gotta admit, I’m not feeling so great this season.”

“WHAT’S WRONG JENSEN?” someone screamed out from the crowd.

“Well, as you all know, (Y/N) my girlfriend, is currently in Paris for a fashion show that is presenting her new clothing line,” he replied, which caused the crowd to go wild once again.

“I heard her plus size clothing line has been doing great and she is planning on doing a spring line inspired by the Supernatural family,” Rob added.

“That is true,” Jensen responded. “But because of our busy schedule, this will be the very first Christmas we won't celebrate together.”

The ‘awws’ resonated through the crowd. Jensen smiled weakly at everyone. 

“So the only song I could think of singing tonight was Elvis Presley’s ‘Blue Christmas’ to convey my feelings. I hope y’all don’t mind singing along with me.”

The crowd went silent as Jensen and Rob began to play their guitars, the band joining them as they played the song. When Jensen began to sing, you could feel the same sadness you felt for the past months, being separated from him. Your friends made fun of how attached to the hip you and Jensen were, but you couldn’t help how much you loved the man, and how much he adored you. As the crowd sang along with him, you made your way out of the hall. You smiled to yourself as you held onto the card Jared gave you, knowing what you had planned would be perfect. 

It was around ten-thirty at night when you heard Jared outside the suite.

“Dude, they promised to unlock the door in the morning.”

“Then how will I get dressed? What am I going to wear to sleep? All my belongings are in that room!”

“They made sure the suite would have an extra pair of pajamas for you and they will get your things out first thing in the morning. Let’s not have what happened in Montreal again.”

You could hear Jensen grunt on the other side as he unlocked the door. You quickly ran over to the living room of the suite and sat down on the gigantic couch that took up half the room. You heard the door shut and his heavy footsteps as he walked towards the living room area, which was in the direction of the bedroom. You smiled as you watched him freeze at the entrance, staring at you in disbelief.

“Hey there, babe. Miss me?” you said flirtatiously. 

You sat there wearing a thigh-high velvet Santa dress you made two weeks ago, right after you made the decision for your flight back home. The dress showed off your deliciously thick thighs, and you wore black thigh high stockings and ankle-high black six-inch heel boots with gold buckles on the side. Your hair was curled and loose, and a Santa hat pinned to your head. Simple makeup to finish the entire look, but was underneath the outfit was the real surprise.

Without waiting another second, Jensen walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours as he dropped down to his knees in front of you. As you looked at him, he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close into a deep, passionate kiss. A kiss you had been craving for the last few months. His lips pressed against yours, so soft and plump. He kissed you with such force, the force of a man that missed his woman. His tongue begged for entrance, licking the slit of your lips, which you gave so willingly. Tongues clashed against each other as they danced for dominance, the dominance you always gave in to after you teased him a bit. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck in turn, your fingers grasping his short hair. You moaned into his mouth, wanting more, but you knew you had to wait, at least until he was fed.

Sadly, you broke free from his kiss, hooded eyes looking at each other as you smiled at him, stroking the back of his neck.

“Missed you so much babe,” he groaned out, his hands gliding over your curvy hips to your round bottom.

“Same, babe, you don’t know how much I wanted to just leave everything behind to be with you.”

“But you’re here now,” he whispered back, his own smile breaking free. “How did you get away? I thought you had to be there for the show?”

“Left Angela in charge, and they don’t really need me there. It’s not like Paris will miss me,” you giggled. “Now, I ordered us some food that should still be warm so let's eat first, and then we can spend the rest of our time together.”

Jensen only nodded in response, his hand holding yours as you got up and guided him towards the dining table not far from the couch.

You were wrapped in Jensen’s arms, sitting on the couch after dinner. After having a long conversation playing catch up, you finally felt it was the right time to give him your news. But before you could speak a word, Jensen beat you to the punch. 

“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to move in together?”

You stayed silent for a moment.

“Look, I know our jobs consist of us traveling constantly, but I was planning on buying a house in Austin, have a more permanent place out there. And I was wondering if you would like to move in your stuff so that when you aren’t traveling, you have a permanent home...with me.”

He began to ramble about how much he loved you and wanted to spend more time with you instead of being in separate homes in different states. Explained how Austin would be a perfect place to settle at and having a home together would be wonderful.

“You don’t have to answer right now. Figured you might be leaving back to Paris since you did say you had an…”

“I’m not going back to Paris, not anytime soon anyway,” you interrupted.

“What do you mean? When you left you said…”

“I know what I said, but traveling to Paris will make things a bit more difficult.”

You got up from his arms and stood before him, taking in a deep breath. Looking into his eyes, you began.

“The reason why I can’t go to Paris is that I am taking some time off. About a year off actually.”

“What’s wrong?” Jensen asked anxiously. “Is everything ok?”

“Everything is fine, babe. I just don’t know how you will take it,” you replied, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Remember the two weeks before I left? That trip to Miami?”

“Yeah, we decided to enjoy those weeks before we went back to work.”

“Well ...simply put it….” you began to stutter.

Jensen took hold of your hands in his and gave you his typical silly grin.

“I had forgotten to get a refill of my pill and didn’t take it during those days. I thought because my period was over that we would be safe and I would just get the refill in Paris!” you blurted out in one go.

Jensen’s eyes narrowed before growing wide, realizing what you were saying.

“I had a doctor monitor me out in Paris and since you were so excited with directing a few episodes, I wanted to wait until I was out the three-month danger zone to tell you. Plus, I know how dedicated you are to your career right now…”

“Wait so you knew this entire time and didn’t tell me?” Jensen said, his voice rising.

“I was scared, Jay. You know my history with miscarriages and I didn’t want to get my… our hopes up if this was another one,” you replied with a whine.

“Babe, even if it was, I would have been there with you every step of the way. Even from Vancouver, I would have wanted to be with you through it all.”

“I know, it was just my fear. I was afraid to have you see me break down.”

Jensen got up and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. 

“I love you so much, (Y/N). I get you were afraid, but remember, I love you no matter what.”

“I know, Jay,” you replied softly. “And that’s why I’m back in the states. I couldn’t wait any longer to tell you the good news and fought so hard with Gen about…”

“Wait, you told Gen but not me?”

“I told her about a week ago. Asking if she could help me through all this as someone who has two kids of her own.”

“Ok, that’s good,” he answered.

“Plus, she is the one looking for the best obstetrician in Austin…” you mumbled, hoping Jensen heard you.

“Wait, Austin?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, a tint of red dancing across your cheeks.

“I was hoping tonight that with this news you would be open to living together, but you beat me to the punch with that… AHHHHH!”

You screamed out as Jensen picked you up in his arms and began twirling around the room, his deep rumble of a laugh vibrating against you as you held on, laughing along with him from joy. Suddenly, he stopped and put you down, dropping to his knees as he touched your stomach.

“I’m sorry, are you both ok?” he asked with a worried tone.

“We are fine, babe. I just flew seven-plus hours in economy. I think a quick moment of joy will be ok.”

“Economy! Nope, our flight to Austin will be first class. You and the baby need space and comfort.”

“Our? I thought you were heading back to Vancouver after the con?”

“Nope, we are all off for the holidays and won’t be back to shooting till January. So, since you are here and staying, wait, you are staying right?”

“Silly bean!” you exclaimed in laughter. “I did say I was taking a year off.”

“Good, because I want you both safe and sound in our new home. The home we will search for once we get to Austin.”

You smiled down at him, feeling such warmth radiate through you as he carefully rubbed your belly. Thinking back on how you felt when you first saw that pregnancy test, you knew this was all worth it. You leaned down and kissed him on his forehead, hoping he felt the same joy you were feeling at this very moment. But that joy was then replaced by desire, the desire to show him how much you loved him. 

You turned in his arms and asked for him to unzip your dress. He got up from the floor and slowly did so, his fingertips caressing your skin underneath the cloth inside.  Once unzipped, you slid the velvet sleeves down, letting the dress pool down onto the floor. You heard Jensen gasped softly as you turned and faced him. 

You wore a silk red see-through full body lingerie set. The piece showed off your curves, a red silk belt wrapped underneath your breasts into a bow. It had peacock patterns all over it and garter belts held up your black stockings.  It was a set you saw in Paris and knew you had to buy for tonight’s meet up.

 “Baby, are you sure we can…” Jensen began as his eyes grazed over every inch of your body. 

“Positive, plus four months is too long, and I need you now.”

You pulled Jensen into you, kissing him desperately. Lips mashed against each other, tongues entangled in desire. You clutched onto his shirt as if grabbing on for dear life as you felt your body turn into jelly just from his hands gliding over your curves, his mouth dominating yours. You unbutton it, pushing it off his shoulders once he was free. Feeling his hot skin under your hands felt so good, like a craving finally being pleased. You knew you couldn’t wait to reach the bedroom, that place can wait for later. You needed him here and now, and by the way he pressed into you, the feel of his length against your stomach, you knew he felt the same.

You stumbled to guide him over to the couch, struggling to remove the rest of his clothes. He eventually helped you, finally stripping him down bare. You smirked as you saw how hard he was, pushing him to sit on the couch, his eyes never leaving you. You climbed onto his lap and began to rock your hips against his length. He threw his head back in pleasure as you put more pressure against him, his eyes closing as he began to lift his hips up to feel more. You grabbed the couch as you picked up the pace, enjoying how delicious it felt as his length rubbed against you, causing you to grow wetter between your legs. 

You were so close to your high, but Jensen grabbed your hips and picked you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He kissed you roughly, nibbling your bottom lip as he guided you both to an open area of the living room space. He slowly got down to his knees, never letting you go. Once he kneeled, his hands grabbed the back of your lingerie and he ripped it open, letting your breasts bounce free as he reached for your front and ripped that down.

“That was silk,” you groaned out between the kisses.

“I’ll get you a new one,” he grunted back as he began to trail kisses down your jawline to the crook of your neck, his hands ripping the rest of the piece from you.

“Don’t care about it, only want you,” you huffed back, arching your back in pleasure as his kisses dropped down to the top of your breasts as the piece of silk finally slipped off your body.

He cupped each breast in his hands, juggling them as he licked and nibbled at the top of them. You dropped down with a grunt, splayed on the floor for his view, legs still wrapped around his waist. You could hear him say the word delicious before burying his face between your breasts, licking and nibbling his way to one nipple. He took that nipple into his mouth and bit down hard, causing you to scream out, your fingers digging into his hair. Switching from one nipple to the other, he gave both the same pleasurable treatment, causing them to stand perk at attention. Removing a hand from his head, you slid it between your bodies and grabbed hold of his swollen length, pumping him as best you could from the angle you were at. You grinned as you felt his body jerk at your touch, his moans growing louder as you moved your hand faster.

“I want you inside me,” you mewled into his ear, spreading your legs open.

Jensen lifted his hips, letting you guide him towards your entrance. You teased yourself with his tip, sliding it up and down against your soaking entrance. He then pushed through, slowly and taking his time, enjoying the missed feeling of your wet warmth around him. He groaned out a ‘fuck’ as he finally filled you up entirely, keeping still for a moment. You felt his body shake above you and you wrapped a leg around his waist again, whispering in his ear to move. And he complied, moving out of you to then push back in. 

It was a slow start, just enjoying the feel of your bodies flush against each other, but control was soon lost as your groans grew louder, edging him on for more. His thrusts became faster, rough and with total need. You were so close, right on the edge, groaning out his name when he whispered in your ear.

“Come for me, (Y/N).”

 His deep rumble pushed you over the edge, causing you to tighten around him as you screamed his name out. A few more thrusts from him and you felt as he came inside you, your name bouncing off his lips as his entire body went tense over you.

 As you both fell from your respective highs, Jensen dropped his head into your shoulder, using his arms to not put his entire weight on you. You laid there, enjoying the only sound of your heavy breathing. After a minute, Jensen pulled out his already softening length from inside you and fell beside you. You moved over to lay against him, his arm coming around you to pull you close.

“Best Christmas gift ever,” Jensen finally said with a chuckle.

“It’s not even Christmas yet,” you replied softly. “I have a gift for you though.”

“I will take tonight and the baby as an early Christmas gift.”

You both laughed at his response, his fingertips grazing over the slightly raised skin from the possible carpet burn on your back.

“Seriously though, this is the best gift anyone could give me, and I am so happy it's with you that I finally start a family with, (Y/N).”

“Love you too, Jay. Happy super early Christmas, babe.”

[hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog]

Limelight Series - Chapter 2

Happy Monday Everyone! Here is chapter 2 of the limelight series! If you haven't read chapter one, click here to read it and then come back to read chapter 2.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

This chapter is 3K+. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Please don't post as your own work, this is my work. If you would like to be added to my tag list, just ask, I am always happy to add you.

Thanks!

Once you're back in the safety of the kitchen, you finally take a breath. Oh, holy hell, you were breathing the same air as Jesnes Ackles!!!! And now you're cooking for him!!! AHHHH. You try to calm down, taking deep breaths. You have to play it cool. Come on, he's just a guy like everyone else. 

"Are you fucking kidding me!" James' voice pulls you out of your panic. 

You look up to see him standing on the other side of the small prep table that is between you, too.

"What?" You question. Feeling yourself come back together.

You familiarize yourself with the kitchen you used to know, like the back of your hand. Everything was the same; why wouldn't it be? You only gave up your kitchen and cooking career a few months ago. Turning on the deep fryer, and oven. You make your way to the small walk-in cooler.

"Are you serious? Were you going to leave me high and dry and not cook for them?" James questions as he follows you.

After surveying your limited options, you settled on nachos, picking up the ingredients and handing them to James to hold.

"No, of course not." You passively say, tossing items for him to grab, "I mean, I figured you would beg." You turn to face him, "I didn't expect his friends to be total assholes." 

Waving at James to move out of your way and back to the kitchen.

James sets everything on the table and watches you move around the room.

"Yeah, I think that Evan guy is getting his ass handed to him right now," James says matter-of-fact, picking up a tomato and tossing it back and forth in his hands. "Jensen seems kind of taken with you." 

You look at him, "Yeah, I am sure he's just a bit tipsy and being a good southern boy." You reply, dropping the tortillas in the fryer. "Plus, I am sure he doesn't want it to come out that he hangs out with assholes." 

As you return to the table, you snatch the tomato from James' hands to start making a quick salsa. "I don't know; I think there is something there." James sing-songs. 

Shaking your head in disbelief at James and his need to play matchmaker. "Just drop it. Shouldn't you be out there, ensuring no one runs off with the till or the liquor?" You question, really wanting some alone time with your thoughts. 

******

Since James had let the rest of the staff go earlier in the night, it was up to you to deliver the food. You loaded the tray and hooked the stand in your elbow to set it down once you got to the table. You prayed to anyone who would listen that you and the food would make it to the table in one piece.

You make your way towards the booth in the corner. Jared sees you first and gets up to offer assistance.

"Here, can I help?" he asks sweetly, giving you a half smile. His hazel eyes are slightly glassy from the drinking, and his long chestnut hair falls somewhat. 

"Umm, yeah, can you take the stand and open it up for me?" You ask, thankful that your voice is steady and that you're not feeling weak in the knees. You hold out your arm with the stand for him to take it from you. 

"Oh yeah," he replies, grabbing it, setting it down next to the table on Jensen's side, and then sitting back down.

You try to avoid making eye contact with Jensen but fail miserably. Sitting down the tray, you feel his eyes on you. You look up, and he smiles at you. Turning towards the table, you put on your best hostess smile.

"Well, boys, I hope you're hungry. I wasn't sure what you would be craving, so I did some of everything." You pick up the dishes individually and sit them on the table. 

"Classic bar food of wings, mozzarella sticks, beef nachos, and my favorite, perfectly crispy, hot fries." Setting the fries down closest to Jensen, your eyes linger a bit longer than needed.

Fuck, he is too hot for his own good. Slowing down your thoughts before they stumble out from your lips, you pull your eyes away and pick up the plates, napkins, and sauces to sit on the table. 

"This all looks amazing, sweetheart." Jensen's deep Southern voice breaks the silence. "Doesn't it?" he questions, his eyes staring down Evan. 

"Yeah, it looks great; thank you," Evan and his counterpart mumble. Evan looks up at you. "I am sorry about earlier, " he says, his voice cracking at the end. 

Shit, he changed his tone real quick.

You smile, "Thanks." No need to dish out anymore to him; you're sure Jensen already gave him enough of an ass-chewing.

Picking up the empty pitcher, you ask. "Need anything else besides another pitcher?" 

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks," Jared replies, filling his plate with food. 

Giving the table a short nod, you pick up the tray to walk away and get some air. Are you star-struck?  Yes, you are a human. But you're also cautious and know under any other circumstances that if you weren't the only woman in the room,  none of the guys at the table, especially Jensen, would be paying attention to you. 

Setting the empty pitcher in front of James, he fills it up without incident. "So, you good?" He asks, focusing on making the perfect pour.

Letting out the breath you have been holding, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You question. Running your hands through your hair and then glancing back at the table.

They're laughing and bantering back and forth, eating and enjoying life. If anyone was to come in and didn't know better, they would think they were just four average guys out for a good time on a Friday night. And really, that's all they are; regular guys, two of which have a bit of money and celebrity status. 

You look back to James. He sits the pitcher down, "I remember you having a major crush on Jensen for the longest time. Wasn't he on your list?"

Oh, of course, he would remember the list. The famous people you would fuck list if you ever had the chance. The stupid list that never comes true.  Shit why did you even tell him?

"Yeah, and I am pretty sure you had Misha on yours." You quip back, feeling your cheeks redden at the thought it might be possible.

"Yeah, but no one from my list is in the same room with me and has been giving me 'fuck me' eyes all night." 

"OK, whatever, you're seeing things. Besides, if you hadn't sent home all your waitstaff, Jensen would be making eyes with someone else. I am just the only one left with a vagina in the room."

James lets out an audible laugh that fills the room and gets the guys to snap their heads over to us.

"Yeah, OK, keep thinking that, Y/N." He distracted himself by running the bar rag over the bartop. "You know you're a knockout."

Rolling your eyes at this. Hearing comments like this always makes you self-conscious. After years of being overweight, fat, curvy, whatever you want to call it, you have come to terms with guys that look like Jensen, guys that are part of the 'beautiful people.' Despite their 'great personality,' they don't go for the average-looking girl with clothing sizes in the double digits.

Ugh, your negative thoughts are coming to the surface, and you don't want to deal with them right now or with the present company.

"You know, you can deliver this to them." You mutter, feeling the need to escape from prying eyes. You spin around quickly to be met with a wall of muscle.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jensen says, a smile on his face.

You slightly stumble and take a few unsteady steps back. "Whoa, sorry," you say, keeping your eyes down, not trusting yourself to look in those gorgeous green eyes.

"No apology needed, Darling. I was wondering…" his voice is smooth and sweet, with his Texas draw coming out.

His hands find your waist to steady you. "You want to join us, knuckleheads? I swear Evan will keep his mouth shut." He gives you a wink.

"Oh, no, thank you, that's nice of you to ask, but…" You stammer out. Your mind is slightly hazy with his close proximity and the feel of his hands on your waist. Nope, not your waist, your hips, actually. All this attention- the fact that it's him and you're sure his friends are now watching- is creating a pressure storm of fear in your chest.

Jensen does not pick up on your sudden mood shift, which is that you're having the start of a small panic attack. He thinks you're just being coy and hard to get.

"How about this, sweetheart? I have the Impala parked out back. We could ditch these losers for a while and go for a drive." His voice shifts from Jensen's Texas draw to full-on Dean's deep, sexy voice.

Whoa, what the hell! Pushing his hands off you, "Yeah, No." You step out from his hold. You will not be another notch on his belt.

"Do you think I would be grateful just because you stood up for me to your friend?" you ask, wondering why he was suddenly being handsy and pushy.  

"Your sweet, southern boy charm may work on most girls, but…ugh…just stop with the sweetheart, OK. You're leaning in hard with your Dean Winchester persona, don't you think?"

This sobers Jensen up. A boyish smirk falls from his face. "Umm..." he stumbles to backtrack a bit.

Well, that has to be a first—a female rejecting him—no wonder he's short-circuited and has no reply. Feeling disappointment wash over you, you want to go home.

"I have to clean up the kitchen." Keeping your tone neutral, you give James a side eye and head towards the kitchen.

*****

It's been half an hour. You have put everything back, cleaned every surface, and restored the kitchen to its spotless state. James only pops in to drop off the dirty plates and empty glasses. 

"You know, you don't have to do this. Go home, and I can finish cleaning up." He says, setting the beer pint glasses next to the sink where you were standing.

Picking up the glasses, you set them in the sink and wash them up. "No, I got it. Besides, I would rather wait until they leave. Feeling a bit embarrassed by my outburst." 

You've been replaying the whole night since you've been back here. 

God, what were you thinking! You're not saying you had to let Jensen put the moves on you, but was he? No, he was just being nice, that's all. Like you could ever get a guy like him. Feeling your cheeks go scarlet again. 

"You have nothing to be embarrassed by. Jensen's a grown-ass man; I am sure he has heard it before." James' voice pulls you from your thoughts. "Besides, they left a few minutes ago, so you're safe."

You rinse off the glasses and set them on the drying rack. "Yeah, I highly doubt Jensen has ever been rejected by a female in his life." You quip, pulling the bar rag from James' pocket and drying your hands.

"I am just lucky there weren't more people to witness my demise." You hand back the towel to James and cross your arms around yourself. 

"Again, you have nothing to worry about." Playfully knocking his shoulder into yours, "You want to talk about it? You seemed like you had something on your mind tonight." 

His voice is laced with concern for his friend.

"Nothing can get past you." You mutter, trying to play it off.

"I know you have dealt with your fair share of handsy guests. But this time, it seems to be the straw that broke you." Noticing your quietness, he adds, "But I get it; it's been a long night; we don't have to talk about it." Giving you the out that you desperately need.

You look up at your friend, his kind brown eyes saying so much. "God, what would I do without you?" You say out loud.

He pulls you in for a side hug, "You will never have to find out." Giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head. "You need a ride home?"

Shaking your head, no, "I am good."

"Good.  Now get out of here, please. You have helped me enough tonight; I owe you big time."

"Honestly, it wasn't anything special, but you're welcome." Playfully knocking your shoulder into his, you push yourself up from the sink.

"Night, James." You say, giving him a half smile, and head towards the back exit.

*******

The temperature has dropped slightly since you first entered the bar tonight, but not enough to warrant your jacket, so you sling it over your arm and enjoy the stillness of the night. The quietness and cool air are one thing you miss from working late nights at the bar. Getting into your jeep, you plug in your phone and see a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey, it's Jensen. I wanted to apologize for my actions earlier. I should not have put my hands on you or asked you to leave when you don't even know me. I should have picked up that you didn't want to have anything to do with me. 

God damn it. James! This has to be a prank, right? 

You: OK, James, nice try. Like I said earlier, I am fine. There is no need to text me from your burner phone to make me feel better.

Unknown: Umm…this isn't James.

You know better than to keep engaging with a scammer, but this was too weird.

You: OK, fine, Keep it up, but you're not Jensen. Unknown: JPG. 

Staring back at you is a photo of Jensen in the same outfit he was in tonight. Giving you his best sad boy face. Sitting on a beige couch, no other recognizable things in the background. No fucking way. It can't be.

You: Nice. Look at you putting your Google skills to use. What did you type in the search bar: 'photo of Jensen Ackles looking sad?'

Unknown: JPG.

Another photo pops in. This time, it's Jensen holding yesterday's Detroit Free Press newspaper. 

Unknown: This is starting to feel like hostage negotiations or ransom demands. It's really me.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! How the hell did he get your number! 

You: How the hell did you get my number!?

Unknown/Jensen: So now you believe me? That's good. I hoped I wouldn't have to send you more 'proof of life' photos. James gave me your number after I begged, groveled, and bribed him. 

Are you fucking kidding me! Damn it, James! I am going to kill him. Feeling yourself wish for a sweet death. You try to even out your breathing. It's nothing; you're just texting the hottest guy ever. Getting some composure back, you reply. 

You:  So, how much is my number going for these days?

Jensen: A signed photo of Misha and possibly dragging his ass out to the bar soon. 

You: Wow, that's all? Not sure if James got a deal or if you got screwed. 

Jensen: I got the better end of the deal. 

You shake your head at this. Even through text, he can still make you blush!

You: Well, if you say so. Thanks for the apology, but it wasn't necessary. 

Jensen: No, it was. I was an ass, and you made it clear from the start you weren't interested in me. 

You: I wouldn't say that. I know I am not your first or 100th choice of female companion, that's all.

Wow, OK, where is this boldness coming from? Looking back at the message you just sent, you want to delete it or backtrack on your last comment, but you see he is already drafting a reply.

Jensen: Why do you say that? You're beautiful. I was dumbstruck if it wasn't obvious. so... you're interested in me?

His second message bubble gets you. What girl wouldn't be interested? You want to reply that you're not blind. 

You: You say that to all the local girls you meet?

Jensen: No, just you. I would really like to see you again. Are you free tomorrow?

Is Jensen Ackles asking you out on a date? For real? No, this can't be happening! If anything, it's not a date; it's more of a 'good press. Make things nice with the locals.' Feeling the tiredness of the day taking over, you want to keep the conversation going, but at the same time, you want to be in comfy clothes and your house. 

You: Can I get back to you on this?

Jensen: Yeah, no pressure. Whenever and whatever works for you.

You: Thanks, I am just tired, and I still have to drive home.

Jensen: Wait, you're still out? Where are you?

You: Sitting in my car, parked a few blocks from the bar. I saw your text when I got to my car. 

Jensen: OK, stop texting me and get home. You shouldn't be just sitting in your car late at night. Text me when you get home.

You: OK, Dad. It will take me about 20 minutes.

It's sweet that he's concerned, but it's Haven, not downtown Detroit - you are perfectly safe to sit in your car this late at night. 

Jensen: I am starting a timer now.

Oh shit. Guess you better get going.

*****

Pulling into your garage and leaving your car, your phone dings with an incoming text message.

Jensen: You home?

Shutting the car door, you shake your head at this. Part of you wants to make him sweat. Yes, it's slightly sweet, but he just met you! Waiting for the garage door to shut before going in, you quickly reply.

You: Yes, Dad, I just got in. 

Jensen: I am sorry. I'm just worried. 

Shit, of course, he is a good guy. Not used to this, are we? Kicking off your shoes, you go to the kitchen to grab some water, then head to your room. 

You: Sorry. I'm not used to someone worrying. Plus, the town is a safe place. I've lived here my whole life. 

Jensen: So, you're a local girl. I bet you know all the best places to go. Can you take me on a private tour?

You: A tour of Haven?  It won't be long. Plus, I am sure your schedule is jam-packed with convention stuff; you probably won't leave the city until you leave for the airport.

You're trying your best to give him an out and remind him of why he's here in the first place. You know that convention schedules are no joke, and the talent has little to no downtime. Schedule panels and photo shoots during the day and parties for the convention goers at night, where they must appear.

Jensen: I can move some stuff around. When is a good time for you?

Of course, he will 'just move stuff around.'

You: Jensen, seriously, I don't want you to move anything around for me. That's not fair to anyone at the convention. 

Jensen: But I want to see you again. Please? My evenings are free, at least from scheduled convention appearances. I wouldn't be canceling on the fans.

You: You're sure? I don't want to discover that you bailed on your fans for me. They can be brutal.

Jensen: I promise. So, dinner? You pick the place, anywhere you want to go.

You mulled over the idea of dinner with Jensen Ackles. God, you would be an idiot to turn him down! Besides, a nice dinner with a handsome guy might be fun. 

You: OK, 7 pm, I will meet you in the convention center's lobby.

Jensen: OK, great. Can I pick you up, too, so you don't have to drive into the city?

You: That's sweet, but I will be in the city anyway. See you then.

There is no need to explain tonight why you would already be in the city. Exhaustion is hitting you hard, and as much as you want to keep talking, your body has other plans. 

Jensen: OK, night

You: Night

To Be Continued......

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April 2019 Recs/May 2019 Recs

Smut,angst, fluff, and more, check out these awesome writers!

1)Nothing Else Matters by @67midnightwriter

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

My Review: This was just so poetic and absolutely beautiful! Logan you never cease to amaze me with your talents.

2)Doc and Sir by @crashdevlin

Link:HERE

Summary: Y/n had a crush on Sam at Stanford, but she was sure he’d never look at her because of her weight. When he walks into her ER eleven years after the fire in his apartment, he reveals she’s actually more his type than she would have thought: sweet, innocent and corruptible.

Pairing: Sam X Plus size!Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub training, bondage, oral (male rec), 18+ HERE BE SEX DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!  protected sex, fingering, gags,spanking, panty kink, non-consensual touching, unprotected sex, rough sex, bruises, creampie, mentions of marijuanalittle bit of flogging, mentions of breathplay, somnophilia, bondage, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, oral sex (fem and male rec).

My Review: Whew Lordy this ones H.O.T!! Idk about y’all but this one hit me right in the praise!kink and I was done for. Not only is there hot smut but smidge of angst and all the fluff! I LOVE the backstory! Link is for all parts and all warnings from each chapter are listed.

3)The Beard by @bamby0304

Link:HERE

Summary: After Sam saves you from some nuisance demons he comes to check on you that night. Deciding to spend some time together, eventually you find yourself getting distracted by the his beard. It wasn’t your intention, or Sam’s, but neither of you stop when things start heating up.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Episode 14x01 spoilers. Explicit language. Angst. Fluff. Smut. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex.

My Review: Beard!Kink-ers unite! This delicious little smut features our favorite moose and his grief beard from Season 14 that we love so much! It’s yummy 😋

4)What a Way to Go by @impala-dreamer

Link:HERE

Summary: ~Dean tries to kill you... with pleasure.~

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PWP. Just porn. Overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting... just smut. 

My Review: What a way to go indeed! Jesus Christ this one is a panty ruiner for sure! Prepare yourself!

5)Your Soldier by @winchester19-67

Link:HERE

Summary: Military AU

Pairing: Soldier!Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, fluff

My Review: This one hit my feels for sure! It is heartbreaking, yet so beautiful and fluffy! I absolutely loved it and the ending! Read it y’all.

6)Addicted by @maddiepants

Link:HERE

Summary: Even as a demon, Dean couldn't get you out of his mind. Now he's going to make sure you can't ever get enough of him.

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader, mention of Sam

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, blood drinking, sex toys, restraints, little bit of biting/markinh, unprotected sex, language, Demon!Dean (cause he's a warning)

My Review: Well. This is... I just. Words? Seriously y’all this piece is fucking juicy and delicious! Erica painted a very vivid picture that is sure to get your panties wet! And who doesn’t love some Demon!Dean?

7)Frozen by @wigglebox

Link:HERE

Summary: “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

“You make a sound and its game over.”

Pairing: Dean x Cas

Warnings: Public Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, Jesus cameo, yes Eileen is alive

My Review: Fuck me, I have never read Destiel but this was wow 😲

8)Friction by @kittenofdoomage

Link:HERE

Summary: This case requires acting. The problem is, you and Dean have been at each other’s throats so long, can you really pretend you like him?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, drama, fighting, Dean being an ass, the reader being an ass, public sexy times, fluff.

My Review: This story was awesome! There’s not a ton of smut but the backstory and they way Rhi set it up is amazing! It’s a tad Angsty, a dash smutty and a whole lot fluffy :)

9)Never Have I Ever by @squirrel-moose-winchester

Link:HERE

Summary: Sam and Y/N have the whole bunker to themselves. And what had started out as a simple game of Never Have I Ever, things started to get a little “deep.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex (Always be safe), and Some Fluff.

My Review: Holy. Shit. Enough said.

10)Total Lack of Nudity by @wayward_and_worn on AO3

Link:HERE

Summary: No plot at all. Dean makes a comment about how there is not enough nudity for him in the bunker.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (No Wincest)

Warnings: See link

My Review: Well. This started off hilarious, I was laughing out loud ! And ended with me in a puddle. HOLY SHIT. Read it.

Read.

It.

11)Proven Wrong by @rebelminxy

Link:HERE

Summary: Sam and Dean are hanging out at a bar after a hunt when they spot the Reader celebrating with a few friends. When the Reader finds herself in a bit of a situation, she uses her self-confidence to get herself out, and give the boys a bit of eye candy fun.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean

Warnings: see link, no smut

My Review: Sexy, confidant plus sized gal? Hell yeah! She’s caught the eye of our two favorite hunters, Now we just need part two 😉

12)The man Who has Everything by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Link:HERE

Summary: You're habitually quiet during sex and Sam leads you to be more vocal, even at the risk of annoying Dean.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: smut, flangst? Fluff and feels anyway.

My Review: This was so fucking hot and sensual and just makes you melt! Then the ending is just so sweet and fluffy! Love it!

13)I have a Dream by @idreamofplaid

Link:HERE

Summary: The reader shares a special dream with Jared and realizes there’s more to her dream than she knew.

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; Dirty Talk, smut

My Review: Robin creates a beautiful AU in this fic! She combined supernatural canon with RPF! And special stories behind the tattoos which are so beautiful! I loved everything about this! Read it and go beg her for part 2! 😘😘

14)Fat Bottomed Omega by @melonshino

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader (Female and Plus-Sized)

Warnings: very nsfw, smut, also some fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, true mates, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), knotting, slightly insecure reader, not beta read

My Review: This was so sexy and sensual! I absolutely loved getting to see things from the readers and Dean’s POV. Curvy Reader was a bonus! And I love Dean’s considerations during their sexy time *wink wink. ALSO this is her FIRST smut AND a/b/o fic!!! Way to go!

15)Magic Dean by @kittenofdoomage

Link:HERE

Summary: stripper!TFW

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Hot fucking smut!

My Review: holy fuck this fic is glorious!! I don’t even know where to start! The set up with the scene and characters is just perfect! And the gif/video attachment help paint a lovely picture of what our favorite boys would be doing!! If your panties aren’t wet after all that sexy they will be because there’s hot smut too! Whew it a good one! Trust me and read it! At home. In bed. Alone...

16)Skin on Skin by @glassjacket

Link:HERE

Link is to part three, which has links to parts 1&2

Summary: none

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Jared Padalecki

Warnings: graphic slash, m/m: oral sex, anal play, anal fingering, rimming, blow jobs, slight frottage, hand jobs, ejaculation breath play, bossy bottom Jensen / top Jared (though if you ask me I’ll tell you they’re both verses; these are just their roles in this particular fic)

My Review: I have never read strictly M/M as it’s just not my thing and I don’t ship J2, but MJ recommended this and OMFG. I read all three parts last night and couldn’t compose words until now!This is seriously fucking hot 🔥 ruined panties and everything. I also like the fact that it was very sensual and provided a sensory experience! Give this fic a try y’all!

17)A Place to Call Home by @luci-in-trenchcoats

Link:HERE

Summary: The reader isn’t thrilled to be going to yet another foster home and is simply looking to get by until she’s an adult. Only her new family isn’t going to let her give up so easy…

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Warnings: language, angst

My Review: If y’all love fluff you have to read this series! I’ve never read another fic like it and it’s incredible! I love the storyline, the incorporation of the real Ackles family and the journeys we get to observe! This is one of my favorites!

18)Mommy’s Favorite by @impalaimagining

Link:HERE

Summary: As a single mother, caring for a sick child is never easy, but it gets even worse when they’re terrified of the doctor’s office. Things take a turn when the doctor seems to be an angel who has taken residence here on earth. 

Pairing: Doctor!Jared x female!ReaderAU

Warnings: mentions of needles, fear of doctor’s offices, single parenting, Jared being a total sweetheart

My Review: This is seriously so effing cute! Jared is a pediatrician- enough said! Tons of Fluffy adorableness and maybe some angst if your a toddler 😜

19)Nesting in Vancouver by @idreamofplaid

Link:HERE

Summary: The Reader needs her Alpha, and he’s in Vancouver.

Pairing: Alpha!Jared x Omega!Reader

Warnings: begging, fingering, smut, A/B/O dynamics.

My Review: This is so sensual and loving! It’s A/B/O and Jared gives the reader what she needs while she’s in heat and nesting. And of course Jared is a precious bean!

20)Captivated by @saxxxology

Link:HERE

Summary: Working for the prominent lawyer, Sam Winchester, is the best thing to ever happen to you… or so you think. He’s smart, hardworking, and does his best for the people around him. He takes a firm interest in you, almost immediately seeing you as much more than just a lawyer-in-training, which quickly spirals into an after-hours life of trust, loyalty, and desire.

Pairing: Sam x Reader (Lawyer!AU)

Warnings: virgin!reader (eventual loss of virginity), smut, BDSM lifestyle, fluff, eventual discussions of non-con and resulting mental health problems, heavy angst,

My Review: Y’all this series is fucking incredible! It has everything we love about Sam! He is a sweet, polite, patient, caring, gentleman with a hit at his dominant side in the bedroom! It Is SO FUCKING GLORIOUS! I was literally a puddle the entire time! Something about Dom!Sam with the patience of a Saint and a gentleman to boot? Phew! You certainly had me Captivated!! I just wish I could read more! But I understand I mean C’mon people it takes 5 seconds to reblog gloriousness! You want more? Show the writer how much you love their work!!

21)Full Service by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Link:HERE

Summary: Sequel to Bottle Service. Carly has accepted Jared and Jensen’s offer to be theirs. Now what?

Pairing: Jensen x Jared x Carly

Warnings: Jensen x Jared, J2, Dom/sub, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Daddy Jensen, Dom Jared, Verse Jensen, Jensen Topping from the Bottom, Dominance, Bondage, dirty talk (especially Jensen), cum marking, fisting, cunnilingus, no condoms, bathing, anal sex, female ejaculation/squirting, aftercare, polyamory

My Review: words cannot describe the emotion I experienced. Nothing has made me feel the way I did while reading this. I don’t even know how to describe it, I am speechless. Sweet fucking Jesus Christ tap dancing on a crumbling cracker! You have ruined me! You paint a gorgeous fucking picture! This is incredible and I can’t wait for part 2!

22)You Saved Me by @impalaimagining

Link:HERE

Summary: see link

Pairing: Jared x Reader, past Evan (OC) x Reader, past Jared x Genevieve

Warnings: see link

My Review: I love this series! No disrespect to Jared and Gen I love their marriage. This is just a fun view of Jared navigating single dad life! Super sweet and fluffy, with a dash of angst and a pinch of smut!

23)Bittersweet Symphony by @ladywinchester1967

Link:HERE

Summary: None

Pairing: Dean x Kaylee(OFC)

Warnings: (part 1) Drinking, swearing, mentions of homelessness, talk of abortion, Winchesters being adorable.

My Review: I absolutely LOVED this 4 part series! It has a little bit of everything; smut, fluff, angst, FLUFF! I love getting to see this side of Dean and it melts me every time!

24)The Mud on Your Boots by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Link:HERE

Summary: It's been a while for Donna, and with a wedding and a recent purchase of sex toys, an unexpected visitor is more than welcome.

Pairing: Dean x Donna

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, forehead kissing, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex, schmoop, fluff, face riding, drinking alcohol, drunk sex, chili stirring for @maddiepants cunnilingus, more dirty talk, tongue fucking, female ejaculation/squirting, Dean manhandling Donna

My Review: This series is glorious! I release a lot tomDonnas inner monologue in the beginning lol but Dean is just so sweet and gentle with her it makes me swoon!

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A Winchester Chronicle (c3)

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Summary: Chapter 3 delves deeper into the filming of "Supernatural" as Y/N grapples with developing Raven's character amid personal and professional challenges. Tensions escalate when Jensen confronts Y/N about her health scare, leading to a heartfelt confession and a pivotal decision. Meanwhile, Jared's romantic developments spark joy amidst the drama, setting the stage for unexpected changes in relationships and dynamics among the cast and crew. The chapter ends with Jensen's revelation and a lingering sense of anticipation for what lies ahead.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) Body insecurities, Smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, teasing, erotica reading. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

This is a work of fiction. There is no hate for anyone in real life.

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Masterlist

Chapter 3: Based off of the episode "In the Beginning"

The sun rises on another intense day of filming, the air buzzing with anticipation as the crew prepares to dive into a pivotal episode of "Supernatural." You arrive on set, your mind still swirling with the events of the previous day. The tension with Jensen and the lingering effects of your medical incident weigh heavily on you, but you push it aside, determined to focus on your work and your character, Raven.

As the director gathers the cast and crew, he pulls you aside privately. "Y/N, are you still okay to keep shooting today?" he asks, his concern evident.

You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Let's do this."

Unbeknownst to you, Jensen is trying to eavesdrop on the conversation, his curiosity piqued. He leans subtly against a wall, straining to hear your reply. Just as he catches a snippet, Misha sneaks up behind him and whispers, "Boo!"

Jensen jumps, knocking over the coffee bar in the process. Cups and stirrers clatter to the floor, causing a commotion.

"Sorry!" Jensen mutters, embarrassed but grinning as the crew chuckles and helps clean up the mess.

The first scene to film is Sam sneaking out of the motel room. You stand off to the side, watching Jared transform into Sam. The tension is palpable as he slips out the door, heading to meet Ruby once again.

You exchange a brief, tense glance with Jensen as he prepares for his next scene. You can see the concern in his eyes, but you quickly look away, focusing on your script.

Filming Dean's Time Travel Next is the scene where Castiel appears beside Dean's bed, ready to transport him back to 1973. Misha, in full angelic attire, exudes a calm yet commanding presence as Castiel.

"Action!" the director calls.

Misha places a hand on Jensen's shoulder. "You need to stop it," he intones, his voice resonating with celestial authority.

The scene shifts to Lawrence, Kansas, in 1973. You watch as Jensen expertly navigates the emotional terrain of meeting his parents' younger selves and his maternal grandparents. There's a depth to his performance that draws you in, making you momentarily forget the tension between you.

As Dean discovers the truth about Mary's desperate deal with Azazel, your character, Raven, is introduced in a pivotal moment. Raven is a mysterious figure who has been watching over the Winchester family line, aware of the supernatural deals and their consequences.

"Raven, what are you doing here?" Dean demands, his voice a mix of anger and confusion.

"I'm here to help you understand, Dean," you reply, your voice steady and enigmatic. You then stride across the room, your hips swaying with confidence. Jensen's eyes follow your movements, his concentration slipping as he gets distracted.

"Uh, you need to know there's more forces at work here than you can see," he blurts out, inadvertently mixing his line with yours. The set erupts in laughter at the unexpected blooper.

"Cut!" the director calls, chuckling. "Let's take it from the top."

Jensen shakes his head, embarrassed but smiling. "Sorry about that, Y/N. I… I…" He debates telling you how Raven's walk caught him off guard but settles on trying to ask how you are. "I wanted to see how you are doing?"

You give him a shrug. "Never better, Winchester. Thanks for the concern."

You were mad. Now, he wanted to ask you now? There had been plenty of time to ask you. Hell, he could have called you, texted you, pulled you aside in between takes, and he chose now in the middle of a scene to ask you how you are?! You were fuming. You finish the scene with no more mistakes and take a moment for yourself.

During a break, Misha approaches you, noticing the tension. "Hey, Y/N, are you okay? You seem a bit off today."

You glance at him, your expression a mix of frustration and sarcasm. "Oh, I'm just peachy, Misha. Why wouldn't I be?"

Misha raises an eyebrow, sensing your irritation but doesn't respond. Instead, he walks away, heading straight for Jensen.

"Misha, what's going on?" Jensen asks as Misha approaches.

"What's up with Y/N?" Misha inquires, his tone serious.

Jensen sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's Dee. She wouldn't let me help Y/N after her medical incident. We argued, and now Y/N is avoiding me."

The set pulses with tension as the crew prepares for the episode's climactic scenes. You immerse yourself in Raven's character, channeling your frustrations into your performance. The scene where Raven confronts Dean and reveals crucial information about Azazel is intense, and you pour all your energy into it.

Jensen matches your intensity, and for a moment, the tension between you fuels a powerful dynamic on screen. But as soon as the director yells "Cut," the walls come back up, and you're left with your unresolved feelings.

After the day's shoot, you decide to offer to take everyone out to dinner. "Hey, how about we all grab some food together? My treat," you suggest, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jared smiles but shakes his head. "I appreciate it, Y/N, but I have plans with Gen tonight. We're going on a date."

Everyone is excited for him, and Jared gushes about how wonderful Gen is. Jensen makes a joke, "So, am I invited to dinner, too?"

You ignore him, focusing on the rest of the group. "Alright, everyone else, let's meet at the diner."

As the group heads out, Jensen approaches you. "Y/N, wait."

You snap, unable to hold back your frustration any longer. "You hurt my feelings and I feel like I can't trust you."

Jensen looks taken aback. "I just want to know what happened to you. Why did you pass out?"

"I can't tell you. You don't deserve to have that personal information, Jen." The way his nickname falls from your lips makes him catch his breath. He hadn't heard you call him that before, and it stirs something in him.

Jensen shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing erection. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am. I just want to make things right."

You shake your head, the hurt still fresh. "It's not that simple, Jensen. Not anymore."

He watches you walk away, feeling a mix of regret and longing. He hesitates, then reaches out for your arm, gently but firmly pulling you back to face him. His voice goes to a low grumble as he whispers at you. "I cannot stay away from you, Y/N. I can't even begin to tell you how badly I wanted to stay by your side when you were unconscious. To hold you… to… I even called Jared to help you." You didn't take Jensen to be an emotional person, but tears were welling up in his eyes. You could feel the remorse.

You step forward and embrace him in a hug. "Jen… I didn't realize that you called Jared to come help me. I appreciate you so much." You hug him tightly, feeling his erection poking you in your lower stomach. You look down briefly at it, then back up at him.

"Jensen," you whisper, your voice softening. You look at him with concern. Disdain for Dee rising in your chest. You didn't want to hurt either of them, but you realized you're attracted to Jensen more than just a friendly face in your archive of make-shift family. You suddenly noticed his breath on your cheek, warm, with a lingering scent of a mint he just ate. His lips luscious and inviting. He was leaning closer to you, his green eyes fixated on your mouth, too. "We can't!" You say firmly, creating distance between the two of you.

"I know," he murmurs, shifting to conceal his still growing erection. "I know…" He repeated, lower.

You clear your throat and turn to walk away, but turn back again. "You're welcome to come eat, if you'd still like to." He contemplated your invitation. "Thanks. I'm just going to head home though. See you tomorrow."

Later, as you sit in the dim light of your trailer unwinding with a cup of chamomile tea, your phone buzzes with a message. It's from Jared: "Hope you're feeling better. We're all here for you. See you tomorrow." You smile faintly, touched by his kindness, and you text back, "Thank you. I am feeling much better, thanks to you and Misha. I hope your date went well! TTYL." But your thoughts quickly turn back to the unresolved tension with Jensen.

Suddenly, there's a knock on your trailer door. You open it to find Jensen standing there, looking tense and determined with sweat glistening off his body.

"Y/N, can we talk?" he asks, his voice strained trying to catch his breath.

You step aside, letting him in. He paces for a moment before turning to face you. "I just broke up with Dee," he says, his voice heavy with emotion.

Your heart skips a beat. "Wait. Jen, I never wanted this to happen. I had my family. I…" You just about spilled all of your grief in a pile of word vomit at him. To this man, whom you really do barely know, because he just broke up with his girlfriend? You felt crazy. "Jensen, please tell me this is a joke. That you just wanted to prank me." You settled on.

He shakes his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "It's not fair to her, or to you, to keep pretending everything's okay. I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N. I need to figure out what that means."

The weight of the situation hangs in the air as you both process what it means. "Did you say you HAD a family?" Jensen asks realizing what you had said. "N…No. I mean, yeah, but…" You stuttered. "Are you married?" He asked closing the small space between you, looking at you with worry and lust. You felt your panties dampen as he inched closer and closer. "I… was. Yes." You said holding up a hand to his chest to keep him away. His heart beating irregularly under your small appendage. You could smell his sweat mixed with cologne and it set your senses tingling. He was still breathing heavy, as you looked him up and down trying to figure out if he was still trying to catch his breath from running here or because of you. "Explain." He demanded in a Dean Winchester voice that made you shrink a little under his gaze. "Jensen… I can't do this. I can't be more than your friend. I was married, yes. My…" You looked down in a moment of guilt as you remembered your sweet husband. "My husband passed early last year and I'm just not…" Don't you dare tell him you aren't ready. Y/N, get your head straight. "You need to get back together with Dee…" You quickly tried to finish your explanation. He cut in, his voice low and fierce. "DON'T YOU SAY HER NAME." He grabbed your hand and removed it from his chest and pinned it above your head on the door frame. You moaned involuntarily as you both made a thunk on the trailer.

His voice was softer now. "You WERE married, and I'm so sorry for your loss. You have nothing to be guilty of, though. This…" he grabbed your other hand and pinned it, too. You didn't even fight it. "Is a normal feeling." He hovered his face above yours as you looked up at him deeply in his eyes. "Jensen" you said softly. "Say it again, princess." You melted. Your juices were flowing, and the butterflies were in full force now. He noticed. "You like that, don't you?" He whispered as he brushed your neck softly with his nose. "Princess." A moan escaped your mouth as you turned to face him buried in your neck now. "Jensen…" "I bet you smell just as sweet… down… here." he teased as he released one of your hands to caress your body, slowly moving toward your dampness. He grabbed you firmly. "Damn, you're ready, aren't you?" He smirked feeling the fluids through your lounge pants. He didn't give you time to answer. He flipped you around to face the door and he ran his hands over your curves. "You are perfect. You know that?" He exclaimed through gritted teeth. One hand rested on your ass before he gave it a swift smack. "MMMMM." you moaned. "Fuck…" he whispered throwing his head back. He pressed his dick to your ass through his jeans. You could feel the length of him throbbing through the fabric. You turned to face him, and you sank to your knees. He gathered up your long hair into a fist and pulled it slightly. "If you do this, you're mine. You know that, right? If you do this… YOU. ARE. MINE. Y/N." His eyes were dark with need now. Glaring into your face. "Yes, Jen." You barely got out as you hastily undid his belt, buttons, and slid his pants down. You were not hesitating now. You grasped his penis in both hands and circled the tip with your tongue. "Deeper." He urged you with his hand still tangled in your hair, firmly pushing your mouth closer to him. You take him as far in as you can slowly. You gag. "You've got it, princess." You moan and gag at the same time. "Take it all" he gently demands as he continues to guide his dick down your throat. You touch your lips to the base of his cock and slide him out and in, finally past your reflex. He moans as he throws his head back again, "yes Y/N, Fuuuuck." He looks back down at you. Your face is red, hair's a mess, spit slipping out of the sides of your mouth. He slowly pulls your hair back to slide himself out of your mouth. "Come here." He stands you up and spins until your back to facing your bed. He picks you up and grabs your voluptuous ass as you wrap your legs around his sturdy torso. You grab his face with both hands as he walks you back to your bed. You kiss him and not in a soft 'checking for chemistry' kiss. Your tongue explores every crevice of his mouth and his does the same to yours. He doesn't ease up on the kisses as he lays you down on your back, crawling on top of you in the process. He supports himself with one arm as he starts to take off your pants. His hand eases down your curvy belly and slips your panties and pants down your legs with ease. He walks his fingers up your legs barely touching your skin, giving you goosebumps. He almost gets close to your fupa, again, and you react.

"Jen. STOP." You gasp as you sit up and hurry to cover your lower body before he takes a good look at it. "I'm not ready." You say sheepishly tucking some hair behind your ear avoiding his gaze. You're about to cry.

"What is it? Did I do something?" He asked, his tone soft and caring now. Nothing like his lusty one a few seconds ago. You look at him as he takes your chin in his hand and turns your face toward him. "You deserve someone small like Dee, Jensen. You… trust me… You don't want all of this." you motion toward the parts of your body you're most insecure about. "What?" He sits straight up, looking at you shocked. "Jensen, I just mean…" you aren't sure how to get words out as the heat of the moment was still whirling in your mind. "Don't. Look at me. Y/N, look, at me." He coaxed as he scooted closer to you. "I don't want anyone else, but you, right here." He started saying as he wrapped his arms around you. You look at him. He seemed so sincere and loving. His rugged face inches from yours, as he lowered his tone more. "Y/N, I don't know what your insecurities are, but I want to be the one who makes them feel loved. YOU deserve this." He kisses your shoulder. "And this." He moves to your collarbone. "And this." He moves to your breasts, nipping at your hardened nipples through your shirt. You flinch a little, locking eyes with him. He faces you again. "I'll stop, right now, if you can give me one good reason that you don't deserve all of this," he stands next to the bed, fully naked now, wiggling his hips. "…that doesn't consist of a single bad thing said about your body." You giggle at the sight of him, but also sigh. A few tears fall from your eyes, and you wipe them away. You face him as he sits back down next to you, resting a hand on your thigh. "Jensen, what if we're moving too fast?" you said, disregarding his last statement altogether. "Hey, missy, don't change the subject." He smirked. "No, seriously though, do you feel like we are? I'll go home, now with no hard feelings about it, if so." He stated, half preparing to pull his clothes back on.

"I…it didn't feel like it." You said softly, tucking hair back behind your ear again. "I love it when you do that, and you look at me. It's so sexy." He said taking in the moment. "And if you don't feel like we are moving too fast, then let me show you the love you deserve." He said softly as he guided to lay back on the bed, slowly removing the covers from your body. You watched him, half intrigued and completely turned on by his tenderness. He scooted down your body to position his head just above your tummy while looking at you. "This," He kissed you softly. "Is beautiful." He noticed your c-section scar. He gently traced it with a finger. "This is beautiful." He kissed it, too. He gently moved his hands down to your thighs, placing his hand on the inner parts and separated them. "These, are gorgeous." He swooned as he trailed kisses along your inner thighs. You wiggled at his gentle advances, feeling tingles shoot through your body. He crawled back up to face level and hovered for a moment. "All of you is beautiful beyond measure. Especially what's in here" and he kissed your forehead. "Be kinder to it."

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed his face and pulled him closer, kissing him sloppily. You didn't care, let it be messy, let it feel wrong, but also let it feel so so right. Jensen pulled you out of your shirt in between kisses and then watched as your breasts were exposed. You covered them out of habit, and he looked at you and moved your hand away to replace them with his. He suckled your nipple, rolling it under his tongue. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter again. You grabbed his hair and pulled slightly, making him moan in pleasure. He came back up to your lips and kissed you again, sliding his body in between your legs. You could feel his penis outside of your opening, pulsating. You thrusted your hips to move against him. "I need you now, Jen." you moaned in his ear. "Say it again, baby." He returned.

"Jensen, I WANT you now." You changed. He wasted no time, as soon as you said it, he placed his tip at your slit and slid all the way in. You gasped. "Oh!" clutching at his hair in both hands, holding his head to yours. You looked at him, pleasure placed on both of your faces. "Shit. You're so tight!" he moaned as he grappled with thrusting into your cunt. You moaned over and over again, moving in rythm with each other. His grunts matching yours as you both climb with sensation. He moves your legs so your hips change angle slightly and you hit the high. "Jensen. Jensen. JENSEN!" You screamed, clawing at his chest now, writhing in your climax as he pumped into you faster and faster. He held your thighs firmly as he watched you come. "Fuck!" he exclaimed and he jerked shallowly into you as he filled your womb with his seed. He folded over you, shaking.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him as he slowly pulled out of you, both of your juices dripping from your pussy. He collapses next to you and pulls you to his chest. You both slow your breathing, as the euphoria of the night eased your muscles.

Your eyes became heavy, and you heard "Goodnight, beautiful", with Jensen's hands stroking your hair as you fell asleep to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat.

[waywardnerd67]

At Both Ends

Title: At Both Ends Square Filled: Spitroasting Pairing: Misha x Reader x Jensen Characters: Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Summary: (Y/N) arrives home to find an early Christmas present from her boyfriend. Word Count: 2397 Created for: @spnkinkbingo

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She walked into her home after a long day of teaching high school students grateful that Winter Break had arrived. (Y/N) noticed the lights were already on and heart began to race. She dropped her things at the door rushing into the living room to find the one person she wanted to see most.

There stood Misha Collins, jeans and a t-shirt covering his tall muscular body. His dark chocolate hair unruly messy and his piercing blue eyes shining as a wide smile spread across his face. “Hey baby.” He said as she ran to him launching herself into his arms.

“Mish! I missed you so much handsome.” She said as he twirled her around. Setting her down, he leaned in kissing her deeply making her knees weak.

When he pulled away she saw something mischievous in his eyes. He was smiling down at her with a big goofy grin that instantly made her worry. “Misha… what did you do?” she asked stepping away from him.

His laugh filled the room as he walked over grabbing the two glasses of wine she had not noticed on the counter. Now she was definitely worried about whatever he was scheming in his head. She took a glass from him taking a long drink letting the wine soothe her nerves that were building up.

“I brought home an early Christmas gift for you that I was hoping we could open tonight.” He said a faint blush touching his cheeks as he spoke.

The gift must have been something he was worried about her reacting too and she took a deep breath before speaking, “Misha, I’m sure whatever it is I will love it. Why are you so worried?”

He walked over to where the garage entrance was opening the door. (Y/N) thought for a moment a dog with a big red bow was going to come trotting out and she bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. Instead, she was stunned to see Misha’s co-star, Jensen Ackles, walk into the room with a bow tied around his chest. He was smiling nervously at her as he stood next to Misha.

“W-What is going on?” she asked her body trembling suddenly.

(Y/N) knew Jensen was happily married with kids. Danneel was one of (Y/N)’s friends and she loved her like a sister so seeing her husband wrapped up for her sent mixed signals throughout her body. Misha slowly approached her as if he moved to quickly it would spook her.

“(Y/N), I know you have been harboring a huge crush on Jensen for a long time even before you met me. That is the whole reason why you started watching the show was because you have been a fan of his.” He began saying as she nodded.

It was true, (Y/N) had been a fan of Jensen’s since he was on Dark Angel. She had met Misha during a convention that she went to in order to meet Jensen. When she hit it off with Misha they ended up on a date and had been together ever since. To her, Jensen was just one of her friends and she adored him along with his family. However, her attraction to him never went away.

Misha ran his fingers down her arm to her hand pulling her closer to him and to Jensen, “We’ve been talking about living out our fantasies and I thought I would help fulfill one of yours. I approached Jensen about this months ago and he discussed it with Danneel who thought it was a great idea. Baby, what are thinking right now?” he asked.

(Y/N) looked from Misha to Jensen and back, “I think I need another drink. Whiskey this time.”

Jensen walked over to their small bar grabbing a few glasses pouring them each a drink. Handing it to her, she flinched slightly when their fingers brushed against one another. “I know you’re feeling uneasy about this. I felt the same when Misha approached me about it as well. It wasn’t until after talking with Danneel that was a little more comfortable with the idea.”

(Y/N) scoffed, “Seriously? Danneel is okay with her husband sleeping with another woman?” she asked

“Danneel and I have a kind of open relationship. We love one another deeply, but we also believe that love is meant to be shared with more than one person forever. We are committed to one another completely. However, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this before.” Jensen explained looking away bashfully.

(Y/N)’s eyes widen as realization hit her, “Jared and Gen? Really?” she asked as he nodded. She sat back downing her drink and pouring herself another one, “Wow.” She muttered.

The two men next to her chuckled and downed their own drinks. (Y/N) was lost in her thoughts debating on rather or not this should happen. Sure, fantasizing about your boyfriend’s co-worker was normal but living it out was a whole not can of worms. She jumped slightly when Jensen’s hand covered her own.

“No harm, no foul if you don’t want this to happen. I have a hotel room all ready for me and I will travel back to Austin in the morning. For what it’s worth, you’re not the only one who has fantasized about this.” His admission had her eyes snapping up to his as he gave her a breathtaking smile.

(Y/N) got up standing in front of Jensen as he leaned back in his chair and she pulled the ribbon untying it the bow around his chest. Looking down at him, she bit her lip nervously as he stood up brushing his body against hers. “Is that a yes?” he asked his voice low and husky.

She nodded as he leaned down pressing his full, soft lips against hers. (Y/N) knew Jensen would be an amazing kisser but he was beyond anything she could have imagined. He wrapped her arms around his neck running his hands down her curvy sides.

She pulled away from Jensen leaning her head back against Misha’s shoulder when she felt his lips on her neck. His large hand reached around between her legs rubbing her mound leisurely as she moaned against Jensen’s lips kissing him once again.

Misha pulled away from her bringing her hand into his, “Come on baby, let’s move this to a more comfortable spot.”

(Y/N) was breathing heavily as she grabbed Jensen’s hand leading him towards their bedroom. Misha already had candles all set up around the room. He pulled out a book of matched walking around lighting each one then turning off the overhead lights.

She looked over to Jensen whose features were more striking in the candlelight. The way his eyes traveled to length of her body gave her a surge of confidence. Walking over to him, she began to unbuckle his belt and he pulled his shirt over his head. (Y/N) could not help but run her hands down his firm chest and stomach.

Jensen’s hand slipped behind her head pulling her lips to his again. As her hands went to his pants, she felt Misha pulling her shirt from behind her. She lifted her arms up allowing the sudden cold air hitting her blistering skin made her shiver. Jensen’s lips moved down her jaw to her neck as Misha’s hands cupped her breasts pushing her bra above them.

(Y/N) undid Jensen’s pants slipping one hand down over his thick length, “Fuucck…” she moaned feeling how hard he was already. He chuckled against her neck before pushing his jeans down his legs. She reached her other hand behind her to Misha.

She was stroking him over his jeans his familiar hardness in her hand made her relax immediately. Misha was rolling her nipples between his fingers as Jensen kissed down her body as Misha held one of her breasts for his mouth to latch onto. Her body was filled with all kinds of emotions and her mind was cloud with pleasure from the two men worshipping her body.

“Misha… please…” was all she could get out as Jensen flicked his tongue over her nipple.

Misha knew her body so well that really no words were needed for him to know what she wanted. He undid her pants dragging them down her legs along with her soaking panties. Misha kissed along her body chuckling, “Jensen, she’s soaked. Have a feel of her.” He said turning her around to face him.

His mouth was on hers biting on her lower lip. She felt Jensen’s thick finger reach around her parting her slick lips. She groaned into Misha’s mouth and spread her legs a little further for Jensen. He took his hand along her ass and then pushed them inside her.

“SHIT!” he cried out breaking the kiss with Misha.

Jensen growled against her neck, “Oh Misha, you were right. She is practically dripping for us.”

He was pumping his fingers in and out of her and it was taking all her strength to hold onto Misha’s shoulders to stay upright. Misha began rubbing her aching clit accelerating her need for a release. The way they worked together on her was overwhelming and the coil within her was ready to snap.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming!” she yelled out as Jensen curled his fingers within her and Misha rubbed against her harder. She was seeing spots as she rode out her orgasm from the two men.

Both of their mouths were on her kissing her and Jensen brought his sticky fingers to her lips. Tasting herself on him nearly made her come again adding on the groan escaping his lips. “Misha, I think I need her to suck my cock, that alright?” he asked making her whimper.

“I was thinking I needed to be buried deep in her soaking pussy. Baby, you think you have it in you to take care of us both? If you need some time just let us know.” Misha’s voice was filled with concern. He could tell she was slightly overwhelmed.

(Y/N) crawled slipped between them crawling onto the bed keeping herself up on all fours. She wiggled her ass in the air as she patted the bed in front of her. Jensen laid down in front of her after slipping off his boxers. Her mouth watering seeing his hard, thick cock standing waiting for her attention.

She ran her tongue along the underside him while holding the base of his length. Jensen let out a long satisfying groan. Misha chuckled, “Dude, the things she can do with that mouth will ruin you forever.”

Jensen laughed running his fingers through her hair affectionately as she listened to Misha shedding his clothes behind her. She twirled her tongue around his swollen head before sinking down on his shaft. “Christ!” Jensen called out as she took him completely in her mouth.

“Told you.” Misha said before kneeling behind her running his tongue along her lips.

She moaned against Jensen’s cock making him twitch on her tongue. She released his length with a pop stroking him with her hand. “Damn it, Misha if you don’t put your cock into me I’m going to ride Jensen like a damn horse.” She demanded as both men laughed.

Misha aligned himself with her and pushed every glorious inch into her slowly. (Y/N)’s head fell forward onto Jensen’s stomach moaning incoherently. Jensen rolled out of bed surprising (Y/N) by standing in front of her. His large hand gripping his cock as his other hand grabbed her hair. She knew what was coming next and she clenched her walls around Misha tightly.

Jensen pushed his cock into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She held onto the edge of the bed as Jensen thrusted into her mouth as Misha slammed into from behind. “Fuck Jensen, she really likes you doing that. She squeezing the shit out of my cock.”

She moaned when Jensen’s cock was deep in her mouth feeling his hand trembling in her hair. The two men hit the perfect rhythm bring her closer and closer to a second orgasm. Jensen was thick in her mouth close as well and she knew Misha was about ready to explode. Misha came first calling out her name pumping into her until he has filled her completely.

(Y/N) brought her hand up gently gathering Jensen’s sack massaging it as it tightened in her palm. “Fuck! Just like that (Y/N).” he grunted as he came down her throat. She was so close to an orgasm but did not say anything as both men withdrew from her. “Misha, look at her. We need to take care of her.” Jensen said as Misha rolled her onto her back.

Jensen sat behind her with his legs on either side of her. Misha lapped at her slick lips making her whimper. His tongue flicking over her clit as he pushed two fingers inside of her. Jensen leaned down pressing his lips below her ear. His hands kneading her breasts as he whispered to her.

“Feel how good Mish’s fingers feel in you. How good his tongue makes your clit flutter? Come on baby girl, grinded yourself against his face.” She was panting as her body followed Jensen’s commands. “That’s is baby girl, feel that coil deep within you tightening. So, wound up that it could snap at any moment.”

(Y/N)’s head was pressed firmly against Jensen’s shoulder as she grabbed a hold of Misha’s hair grinding against his face shamelessly. “Oh god… please… I need to come. Misha… Jensen, PLEASE!” she begged.

Misha pumped his fingers in her mercilessly as Jensen rubbed her clit with one hand. “Come now.” They both said, and she cried out as pleasure filled every fiber of her body. She was trembling against them both as her body came down from the mind-blowing orgasm.

Misha crawled up her body kissing her then pulled her against him snuggling her. She felt Jensen getting up and reached out grabbing his arm gently. (Y/N) looked to Misha asking, “Is it alright for Jensen to stay? I would rather like if he did.”

She looked to Jensen smiling as he smirked, “I’m good with it if you are Mish.”

Misha nodded as both men snuggled against her, “Anything for you baby. Merry Christmas.”

“A very merry Christmas indeed.” She said falling into a peaceful night of sleep.

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[allonsy-yesiwill]

It’s Stupid

WC 1401

Dean x Reader (just really friends with some possible undertones.)

Summary: You’re just having a bad day, good news a friend shows up.

Warning: Depression, lack of self-worth, sadness, angst 

AN: So I have a chapter of another story done but I don’t like it, I don’t think it flows. So you know I did this instead because it was easier and all it’s pretty much how I am feeling paying...however in I have called a friend so there will be rum later in my day...yeah. Also, Jensen crying as he’s saying goodbye....I just wanna hug him...like big fat hugs. 

Your week has been shit. Work was backing up, you have so much to do but you can’t do any of it. Currently, you came home from work and just sat around the house like the fat lazy piece of shit you thought that you were, at least at this current moment in time. 

You knew that none of that was true but you have fallen off your daily routine. You haven’t been to the gym at all, you were eating crap and you knew that all of these things combine was helping to you know fall down this slippery slope. 

Tonight you found yourself on your sofa soaking in the long lost episodes of Veronica Mars. You loved that she was stubborn like you, however looking at her tight-fitting outfits, you were reminded of how you didn’t go to the gym this week. Blah. 

You have actually been laying low pretty much all week, only stopping by Kim’s place last night to pick up something she borrowed. You stayed a little later than you wanted to, Kim could tell that something was a bit off. But I wasn’t spilling. You hadn't really seen any of your friends in about a week. Still chatted on facebook but that was pretty much it. Unit now. 

“Knock knock Y/N, I have you’re decent,” you hear Jensen says as he opened your door. 

You quickly cover yourself with the blanket on the sofa, it wasn’t cold but you are just in your boy shorts and a tank top with no bra. Cruse you and your desire to be comfy.

“What are you doing here Ackles,” you moaned as he moved your feet to set down next to you, placing your feet back on his lap. 

“Well sweetheart, I haven’t seen you in more than a minute, so I just wanted to check on you,” Jensen says rubbing your caf. 

“Blah, I just you know, didn’t wanna hang out.” 

“Hmm, okay. How is life?”

“It’s life,” you say shrugging your shoulders. 

“Hmm,” is all he says. 

We just sit and watch the show, the episode The Bitch is Back and this has never happened before but for some reason, you are crying a little bit. 

Jensen brings you back to reality, “How old is this show, is Kristen Bell is college?” 

You can’t help but chuckle, “ Yeah, I don’t know it’s pretty old. Hulu is bringing it back.” You can tell his looking at you but you don’t dare look at him. That tear that escaped your eye just a moment ago is all the way down your cheek now. You can hear him sigh. You do nothing. 

“Did you eat dinner, sweetheart?”

“I am on a juice fast.” 

“Yeah, so that means there’s wine in that mug, right.” 

“Yup,” you let out as you feel Jensen get up. 

“That’s not really dinner, Y/N.” You can hear him rummaging in your kitchen. 

“Good luck I haven’t been shopping in ages.” 

“I can see that, but I am pretty sure I can whip something up.” 

15 mins is all it took for him to cook you some food. When he comes back into the living you have sat up, still making sure you are covered with the blanket. He hands you the plate with a beautiful looking omelet, along with a glass of water. 

Your eyes move between the plate of food and Jensen. You are taken back, you don’t remember the last time someone cooked just you anything. You are the one that usually does everything for other people. This fact hits you so hard you don’t even realize that you’re crying till you feel Jensen take the plate away and sit down next to you hugging you. 

He holds you, letting your cry wishing in your ear, “ talk to me please, we can make it okay.” 

After a little bit words finally leave your mouth, “I want to, I am just...I ...I am just, it’s stupid.” 

Jensen pulls away a little bit, “If you are this upset about it, it’s not stupid. I promise you we can fix it.”  Bringing you into his arms he places a kiss on the top of you your forehead. 

“I am just, just tired. No one has ever done anything like that for me. I am usually the person doing it all. Helping and trying to hold it together. I am so tired, I just don’t want to do any of it anymore. You know.” As your words finish your tears start to pick up again. 

“I am so sorry for not noticing and you know, if you ever need, want or everything of anything I can do all you have to do is ask. Just ask me, hey you know what I want you to come cook some of your awesome food for me.” 

“I don’t wanna do that, I know it’s stupid. But I don’t want to chance someone saying no, you know because I am not worth it,” you continue to cry. 

Jensen pulls you away, you’re not sure what’s happening now so your eyes fall to the ground. 

“Y/N, can you look at me. Please, sweetheart,” he voice is both demanding and soft, your eyes travel up to his. 

“Do you really think that you’re not worth it, did I, I mean do I make you feel that way?”

Your loudest voice at that moment is a faint whisper, “ Yes I really, I don’t know ...think that I am not worth it. And I don’t know that feeling has just always been there. I fuck a lot of things up, I am fat, I am ugly. No one in the past 2 years has even thought about asking me out, my ex is against fucking dick, so that’s clearly all I am worthy of. It’s just, I am just. Look it’s doesn’t matter, none of this matter. Let’s just drop it, okay.” With you last words you try to get and leave the sofa but Jensen doesn’t let you go. He grabs you tightly and places his hand on the back of your head. 

“I am so sorry, I didn’t tell you. None of those things are true. Not one. I think you are beautiful, I think you are amazing. I am here tonight because I missed your face. I love you and all of your curves Y/N.” Jensen’s voice is quivering as he begins to cry, “ I am so sorry I didn’t tell but you make my life so much better, I love that you are part of my life.” 

The two of you stay like that for more than a minute, you don’t mind it. For the first time in a long time, you feel worthy, safe, not alone. 

“How are you feeling, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, better I guess,” you answer being 100% honest with him. You really don’t know how you are feeling. 

“Good,” he says moving back a little and grabbing your food, “I know there was just a lot of stuff, but try to eat a little bit for me okay.” 

You do, only about ½ of it but it’s better than nothing. Jensen removes your dishes and comes back sitting on the opposite end of the sofa. “C’ere,” he says padding the spot next to him. “Tonight I am your support pillow, use me as you will.” You can’t help but chuckle, as you move over placing your head on his lap. 

“So, I was thinking maybe The Princess Bride, what do you think,” Jensen asked softly as he started to play with your hair. 

“Inconceivable.”

Jensen laughs, “So that’s a yes.” He finds the movie online and presses play.

“Hey,” Jensen says softly making you look up at him, “You know I love you right and it’s just anytime you feel like you did today, all you have to do is call or text and just say Hi and I will drop everything and come over.” 

“I know I just.” 

Jensen cut you off, “No stop, you will never say those words again. Do you know what, because you are important and you do matter. Got it.” 

Closing your eyes are few more tears falling and letting a soft smile fall on your face, “Got it.”

“That’s my princess,” Jensens says pressing his lips to your forehead. 

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Limelight Series - Chapter 3

Happy Monday Everyone! Here is chapter 3 of the limelight series! If you haven't read chapter two, click here to read it and then come back to read chapter 3.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

This chapter is 2K+. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Please don't post as your own work, this is my work. If you would like to be added to my tag list, just ask, I am always happy to add you.

Thanks!

You walk into the lobby at quarter to seven. You are always early for anything, even for things that stress you out all day and make you second-guess everything. You thought about and composed two 'Sorry, have to bail' texts before giving up and swallowing your fears. 

James, of course, was sending you constant pep texts all day—after you chewed him out for giving out your number and not giving you the heads-up. 

"What! I knew if I told you, you would be mad. And I thought there was no point; he already had it." James tries to justify it over the phone. 

"Yeah, but I could have been prepared and not acted like an ass. I am surprised he even suggested a meeting." You reply, pushing your way through the gallery doors and towards your studio in the back. 

"Come on, of course, he did. He really does like you. Besides, this is what people call a date Y/N, not a meeting."

"Ha! Like me? He doesn't even know me."

"OK, well, he wants to get to know you. He did some impressive groveling."

"The way I heard it, you sold me out for a signed photo and possibly meeting up with Misha."

"He offered, I wasn't going to pass it up! So where are you guys going tonight?"

Opening your studio with the phone tucked between your shoulders, you struggle slightly but manage to get the door open and the lights on. 

"I'm not sure yet. I have until 7 to decide, " you say, somewhat breathless. Tossing your keys on the small table, you go through the room and over to the coffee pot to start it up.

Going through your morning routine, you discuss your options with James before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

**** 

Pulling your phone out, you look to see if Jensen has sent you a 'sorry, I've got to bail text.' It's 7 pm on the dot, and there is no message. 

"Hoping for a bail text?" His low, deep voice filters in through your ears. His breath tickles your neck and pulls you from your thoughts.

Snapping your eyes from the phone, you turn to see him standing there, dressed in dark jeans and a dark purple button-down shirt. His hair is perfectly styled, and his eyes have a slight twinkle, along with the smirk on his face.

Shutting the phone, you slip it back into the pocket of your dark jeans. "No, I'm just checking the time, " you say, trying your best to keep your voice even and confident. 

Don't let it show that you're nervous as hell. You look him up and down, taking a step back. "You look nice," you say.

"Thank you, I have this really hot date tonight. I have to impress her. She thinks I am a womanizer." He jokes, giving you a wink. 

"You look beautiful as always." Paying back the compliment.

Looking down, you're wearing dark skinny jeans and a gray fitted V-neck sweater under your black moto jacket.

"Thank you, " you say, holding back the slide-dive about yourself that pops into your mind. 

You nervously run your hands through your purple pixie hair. "Umm... we should go. There is this great diner a few blocks down…" you start to say, taking a few steps back, but you're cut off by the screaming of fans.

"JENSEN!!!! OH MY GOD, IT'S HIM!!" A few girls walking in the lobby spot you two and start yelling and making a beeline for you two. Well, for Jensen, not you. They push you out of the way and block you from him. 

He does his best, smiling, while out of nowhere, two big security guards come up to block the group of girls from tackling him to the ground. Containing the mob, Jensen gives them each fanservice by signing something of theirs and taking a quick photo. The whole ordeal is over in ten minutes.

Once they are happy and the guards move them, Jensen's eyes find you. Leaning up against the back of a chair, you watch the display of fame firsthand. Keeping your face without expression, Jensen can't tell if you're mad. 

"You OK?" he questions, standing in front of you. 

"Yeah," you reply, keeping your tone neutral. You are not sure if you are or aren't, but what did you expect. 

"The bodyguards coming with?" You question, giving them a nod as you now notice them hanging close by. At a glance, you see they are the same two guys who were with him and Jared last night: Evan and Quinn. 

"Umm... yeah, sorry," Jensen replies sheepishly. "I promise they will sit at their own table." He added that he hoped this would be OK.

Oh, great, chaperones. I haven't had them in forever. Biting your remark, again, it's not his fault, right? 

"Yeah, it's fine." You reply, giving your best smile and looking at them, "You guys like Italian?"

****

The next day after the date, a coffee shop with James- 

"So, how was it? Tell me everything!" James asks, setting down his coffee and leaning in towards you. After blowing up your phone with texts early this morning, you finally agreed to meet with him at your favorite small coffee shop in Haven.

"I was promised a free drink with no interrogation to get me to come out." You reply, taking a drink. Giving off a look that reads, 'Don't make me relive that date again.'  

"Come on, Y/N, you can't go out with the hottest guy who has ever walked into our bar and not given me details." James wines, sitting back in the oversized chair and giving you his best pout face.

"Oh please, he's not the hottest guy ever, what about…" Trying to divert the conversation away from your date. 

"Stop stalling and spill."

Knowing that he will just keep it up, you cave. "Fine, it was fine."

"Just fine, that's all I get. Way to be a buzzkill."

"OK, OK, it was more than fine. It was nice, he was nice. He said all the right things, acted interested when I talked, and didn't keep the conversation only on him."

"But…"

"No, it's nothing. I mean, I knew that it wouldn't be your typical date."

"What do you mean by that? What happened?"

****

Back to the date-

"The restaurant is only a few blocks up." You say, once outside of the lobby and on the street. You start to head that way but stop when you don't hear Jensen or Evan and Quinn following. 

You turn to see them standing in front of a black SUV, the door open, and Jensen getting in.

"Yeah, it will be better if we drive there," Jensen says, holding his hand to take yours.

"Really, I mean, it's literally three blocks up. It will take longer to drive there." You say with slight annoyance. Walking back to Jensen.

"If you think the lobby was bad, we'll walk; we'll be lucky to make it before it closes."

Letting out a sigh, "fine." You conceded, taking his hand and getting into the car. 

You give Quinn the address and sit back next to Jensen.

"Besides, this will give us a chance to talk with less prying eyes," Jensen says. 

He gives you a smile, and his thumb rubs the hand that he is holding. "Is this OK?" He asks. 

Pulling your attention to his hand in yours. It feels nice and natural. "Yeah." You reply, looking up at him. 

Letting out a breath, "Not sure how much privacy we will have with those two." You quip, nodding your head towards the front. 

"Don't worry about them. They know how to fade into the background." Jensen reassures you, bringing your hand to his lips.  

"So, what brought you into the city today? Work?" 

"Yeah, I have a studio space close by." You reply, feeling yourself flush with the feel of his lips on your skin. Damn, if you're getting flushed by an innocent kiss on the hand, what's going to happen when he kisses you?

"You're an artist? Cool…but I thought James said you are a chef?" 

"Oh, yeah, well, it's a long story," you reply, not wanting to get into it right now. You look out to see you parked in front of the restaurant. 

"Oh, we're here, " you say, letting go of Jensen's hand, opening the door, and getting out. 

Jensen didn't circle back to her career change, picking up that she wanted to avoid discussing it. She would tell him when she was ready; he was sure of it. Unlike the city just outside the door, the restaurant was a cute, cozy space. 

This place was not overrun with Jensen's fans, so they could have a nice, quiet dinner without interruptions. It felt like an actual date, even with Evan and Quinn sitting a few tables away. 

"Wow, that was amazing food." Leaning back into his chair, finishing off his beer.

"Well, you would take offense if we had gone to a great barbeque joint, you being from Texas." You joke, finishing off your wine and leaning back in your chair.

"Oh, well, we have to go there next time. Maybe bring Jared and Genevieve."

"Yeah, maybe. It's in Haven, so the next time you guys are in for a convention." Don't hold your breath; there will be a next time. 

"The convention wraps up in a few days, right? Where are you guys off to next?" You question. 

"This was our last stop for a few weeks. So, I am free once we wrap this one up."

"Oh, cool, well, I am sure you're excited to return home."

"I guess I know Jared is; he hates being away from Genevieve and the kids."

"Yeah, I bet."

"Hey, Jensen, we should get you back." Evan's voice interrupts. He is standing beside the table, with Quinn standing slightly behind him. 

Jensen looks at his watch and then at Quinn, "I think we're good. Why don't you guys head back? Y/N and I can find our way."

"Sir, I don't think…" Evan starts to protest, but Jensen cuts him off.

"I do. Besides, I think you should be hitting the sack early after last night." Giving him a stare-down that would make anyone think twice about speaking up.

"Come on, Evan. It's three blocks. I am sure they will be fine." Quinn jumps in, trying to placate Evan and diffuse a situation before it starts.

Evan gives Quinn a stare-down before looking back at Jensen and you.

"Fine, let's go, Quinn," he says passive-aggressively. Turned on his heels and walked out the door, not waiting for further orders.

Quinn gives you a half smile before following after his coworker. You watch them walk out and shake your head.

"I feel sorry for Quinn; Evan is an ass." You say, playing with your empty wine glass. 

****

Back at the coffee shop with James-

"OK, so yeah, you had to deal with bodyguards? But it sounds like Jensen made a point to make the date feel real?" James states, being on team Jensen. 

"Yeah, he did." You agree, finishing off your drink. Waiting for a second, decide whether to keep telling your date's story or leave it there. 

"What?" James questions, seeing that there is more to this tale.

"Yeah, let's just say the date should have ended at the restaurant." Your voice is slightly cryptic.

****

Back to the date- 

Walking out of the restaurant, the temperature dropped as the sunset. Pulling your jacket close to you, you turn to head towards the hotel. Jensen grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. 

"We don't have to head back to the hotel right away. It's not like I have a curfew or anything." He jokes. 

"I don't know, Evan might send out the National Guard if you're not back soon." You joke. 

"Oh, come on, let's do something. Is there any place in the city you would like to go? " he asks, desperate not to have this night end and to return to the hotel room. He wishes he were anywhere else with her. 

You can see the hit of despair. Biting on the corner of your lip, trying to think of somewhere to go, his voice breaks your thoughts.

"Please stop biting your lip. It's very distracting, and I am trying to be a gentleman here and not the manhandling ass from last night." His voice was deep and slightly commanding. Giving you a wink, the hit of playfulness takes over. 

Letting go of your lip, you have so many thoughts about how to respond.

"You weren't an ass." Your confidence falling you; what you wanted to say was, 'Maybe you should be biting it.' 

"Humm…well, if we were in Haven, we could go to Lights Park. Around this time, the dessert trucks move in, and they have a classic old movie playing. The Park has all these amazing light sculptures throughout. It's a fun place to explore." 

"Sounds nice; let's go," he says, grabbing his phone. 

"I will call Quinn, have him bring the car, and we can go." He swipes the phone open and calls Quinn.

"No, No, Jensen, it's getting late. And I don't want to put Quinn out, to drive us out there." You quickly backtrack your idea. Letting go of his hand, you take a few steps back until your back hits the brick building.

"It's no trouble, really, plus Quinn will just bring us the car he's not coming with," Jensen reassures her, seeing her kindness and thinking of others is taking over. 

"Hey, Quinn, can you bring the car to Broadway and Park? We're just a block away. Yeah, we're going to take a drive. No, don't get Evan; you can bring the car." Shaking his head, he rolls his eyes, causing Y/N to giggle. 

He hangs up the phone, not waiting to hear more of Quinn's protest and talk about protocols. He would rather listen to Y/N laugh and see that smile back on her face. 

"He will be here in two minutes, " he reassures her, giving her a smile and putting his phone away. 

Closing the gap that she created, he locks his eyes with her. He takes in her beauty, the sun dipping past the steel buildings and the light wind wrapping her scent of lavender and lilac around him. Bringing his finger to brush her cheek lightly, the city seems to fall away. 

"I would really like to kiss you now," he whispers, asking for permission and waiting for her to tell him if he is going too fast. His breath mingles with her; he can feel her heartbeat increase. 

She is about to speak when the sound of a camera going off and a flash of light breaks our bubble, and reality forces its way in. 

"Jensen, over here! Who's the girl?!" The cameraman yells from the street. 

Jensen raises his hand to shield Y/N from the camera. She turns her head away from him, and the lights go off. Suddenly, more cameras show up, and the few people walking on the other sidewalk stop to see the commotion. 

"I'm sorry. Let's go," he says, grabbing her hand and walking towards the hotel. Rounding the corner, a mob bigger than the last one is coming towards them. 

"Shit!" He says, slight panic sets in. Looking around, hoping to see Quinn and the car, he's nowhere. 

He's about to turn and tell her to run when Quinn pulls up and uses the car to block the mob of fans that are running their way. Pulling the door open, he lets her get in first and follows. Telling Quinn to just drive and get them out of here. 

"I am so sorry," he keeps repeating. He's desperate and hoping this won't put you off seeing him. It's only sometimes like this.

"It's fine; I get it," she replies, looking at him. "Really, Jensen, I am fine." She gives him a half smile. 

"But we should call it a night. God knows I am not the most inconspicuous date you could have." You joke, pointing out your hair and overall appearance. 

"Yeah, but I like your look." He responds.

"Quinn, can you drop me off at Park and 25th? " You say, letting Jensen's comment fade. He's just being nice; remember, he doesn't go for girls like you.

To Be Continued.......

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Limelight Series - Chapter 5

Happy Monday! So this chapter 5 of Limelight is a bit longer than the last couple of ones for a few reasons.

1) I felt after reading the first draft of this chapter that I was ending on a downer conclusion, which I really didn’t want to do.

2) This longer version gives a wide range of emotions which I think make for a fun reading experience. We get some swooning times with Jensen, some angst, some laughs, and then ends on a cliffhanger, but I think it’s a more manageable one.

I want to thank you all for reading this story and going on this journey with me and a big thank you to @hobby27 for sending in the ask/message for this story.

All your likes, reblogs, comments and ask to be on the tag list are appreciated and helps my confidence grow as a writer.

I am thinking this story has one more chapter to it, but I am really liking these two, so I may come back to them from time to time.

If you haven't read chapter four, click here to read it and then come back to read chapter 5.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

This chapter is 4K+. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Please don't post as your own work, this is my work. If you would like to be added to my tag list, just ask, I am always happy to add you.

Thanks!

Next Morning

Your 5 am alarm goes off and fills the dead silence of your darkened room with that of the standard chime tones that progressively get louder and louder before you slap the phone and shut the alarm off. Fuck, why does 5 am come so goddamn early, you think. Your brain quickly catches up and reminds you why you have a splitting headache about your date with Jensen and the makeout session to end all makeout sessions.

You bolt up in bed and silently pray your alarm doesn't wake him. However, for him to hear the alarm, he would have to be in your bed, and he's not. Being the gentleman he is, he insisted that he take the spare bedroom since he didn't want to drive back to the city at such a late hour and didn't want to rush things with you. 

You are thankful he suggested the sleeping arrangements since you were also not ready to share a bed with him. Getting up and finding your navy plaid robe to wrap yourself in as you head out of your room and down the hall to Jensen. 

The door is open, and you see that his bed is already made up, and the sound of the coffee pot pulls you to the kitchen. He's there with his back to you, searching in the fridge. 

"I told you I didn't have much in the house." You say, startling him, as he quickly turns around to face you. You give him a smile, walk over to him, and grab two coffee cups from the cabinet. 

"Yeah, you don't." He jokingly agrees and shuts the fridge door. "Guess we will just have to go out then." He says, leaning in to give you a kiss. 

You quickly turn your head so his lips make contact with your cheek and not your lips. "Well, that's different from last night." He says with confusion, wondering what had changed in the few hours apart. He thought you two were on the same page when you went to bed last night.

You quickly turn to face him and give him a reassuring smile. "Sorry, I haven't brushed my teeth yet. As soon as I woke up, I came to find you." You reach behind him and grab the coffee to pour him and yourself cups. 

"I just assume you wouldn't want to taste my nasty morning breath, is all." Bringing the steaming mug to your lips, you start to blow in it to cool it slightly. 

Jensen waits for you to take a drink, and he does the same. Once you set the mug down, he pulls you to him and touches your lips. "I could never not want your lips on mine. Morning breath or otherwise." He states, after breaking from you. "So where do we get breakfast? Rosie's?" He questions, leaning up against the counter and drinking his coffee.

You take a moment, taking him all in. His casual demeanor, just hanging out in your kitchen drinking coffee on a Saturday morning, makes it seem as if this is a regular thing that you two do. 

"How can you make me weak in the knees one minute by kissing me and declaring you love my morning breath and, in the next breath, casually talk about where we're going to get breakfast from?" You question, wrapping your arms around yourself and wondering how this guy is real and how he is still single if he uses lines like that one on women?

He gives a short laugh, " Well, first of all, I love that I make you weak in the knees with my kisses. I will definitely use that to my advantage in the future. Second, you make me feel like myself. I can be myself around you. I don't have to put up a front or be 'on,' as I call it, when I am around other famous people, my management team, and fans." 

He sets down the empty mug in the sink and pulls the robe tied to him and you along with it. 

"Lastly, I don't use these 'lines' on other women; you're the only one I have felt this way in a very long time, " he states, giving a chase kiss. 

You let your head fall onto his chest. "Oh my god, I actually said that out loud! I am such a dork!" Your voice muffled as you talked into his chest, embarrassed to even look up.

Jensen gives a short laugh that shakes his torso. "Don't be, you're adorable. I love that you say what's on your mind. It's refreshing." He replies, rubbing his hand on your back. "Now, where can I take you for breakfast, and do you prefer pancakes or waffles?"

****

You decide on breakfast in the city, actually in the hotel lobby, since Jensen needs to get back for an 8 am panel, and you need to do some work at your studio anyway. Of course, Jensen insisted that you ride with him and that he could bring you back home once he was done for the day. Still, you won out with the argument that there was less chance of the paparazzi snapping a photo of you leaving his car and printing another salacious story about you two if you drove separately.

Jensen must have called ahead while driving, as the hotel was ready for you two once you arrived and made sure to have a corner booth in a private area waiting for you. Getting to the booth and sitting down proved most challenging for Jensen. Fans have camped out around the lobby and flock to him as soon as he steps in.

You entered the lobby a few moments after him, and although he gives you a pleading, 'I am so sorry about this look.' You knew better than to try and intervene or save him. He has Quinn holding the fans back at arm's length, and you start walking towards the restaurant when Evan approaches you. 

"This way, Miss. Y/N," Evan says in a serious, low voice, lightly placing a hand on your elbow and guiding you through the restaurant, bypassing the hostess station and going to the private area behind.

"This isn't necessary; I am a big girl and could have found my way." You quip, pulling your arm back from his touch. Jensen is the only one who you will let manhandle you. Hoping he will leave as soon as you get to the table.

"Sorry, it's my job. You don't have to like it, but I am here for Mr. Ackles's and his protection." He replies, keeping his face stone cold and neutral, showing no emotion or feeling whatsoever.

You take your seat facing away from the entrance, not needing to watch the mob that is still going on in the lobby. "Well, maybe you should go out there and help Quinn. I am fine with sitting by myself." Picking up the menu, you fake look it over as if it was the most exciting thing you would read today.

"My brother can handle it. Mr. Ackles asks that I stay with you."

Oh fuck, so they are brothers. "I don't need a babysitter, and your conversation skills are something to be desired, to say the least. Lest we forget you and I didn't get off on the right foot a few days ago." You quip, remembering that he was the one who was disappointed in the fact Jensen and Jared had dragged them out to a bar in the sticks.

You pull your eyes from the menu to see his face has fallen, and he looks genuinely upset by your words. 

"That wasn't my finest hour, Miss. I am sorry about that. I was a bit buzzed and tired from working all day." He starts to explain to himself, "That's no excuse. I was off the clock but acting not professionally at all."

He is genuine in his apology. "It's fine. Nothing I haven't heard before." You reply, it's best to put it in the past and move on. It's not like you will see him again after this weekend, nor will you see Jensen again. 

Losing your appetite suddenly, you look at your phone and see it's 1/2 hour to 8 am. Fuck, he's never going to make it to his panel if he doesn't get in here. 

"Is there a back way out of here?" You ask, getting up from the booth and quickly glancing at the lobby. The crowd has not let up, and although you want to stay and have more time with Jensen, you also know you've lived in this fairytale long enough.

You look back to Evan, and he seems slightly panicked and confused. “Yes, through the kitchen. The back door opens to the alleyway." He says pointing to the kitchen behind him.

"Great, thanks." You say, making your way past him, stopping and turning back. 

"Tell Jensen…I had to…something came up, and I am sorry." You give him a nod and turn back to walk out of the restaurant and out of Jensen's life. 

****

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb mode as the back door to the restaurant shuts behind you in the alleyway. Letting out the breath you had held ever since you got up from the table. Your lungs feel on fire as you walk the few blocks from the hotel towards your studio, your second safe haven.

Holding back the tears you felt coming on as soon as you had walked away from the table, you keep your composure until your studio door shuts behind you, and you can finally cry it out.

Sliding down to sit on the wood floors, the feeling of the world's weight is somehow off your shoulders, even though you're more miserable than ever. 

Why did you let him get under your skin, into your heart, and make you feel something again? How could you think this would have ended any differently? 

He wasn't going to give up everything for you. You wouldn't wake up and be OK with living in the spotlight, having your every move watched and analyzed by every stranger who picks up a gossip magazine. To compete with fans for his attention, becoming resentful over time, and learning to get along with the bodyguards.

“Fuck!!!!” You yell out, slamming your head against the door and your fists into your thighs. You have never been more thankful this studio was sound proof in your life. 

You sit on the floor for a few hours. You have no energy to move or do anything; you just sit with your thoughts, thinking about him, replaying your conversations repeatedly. Remembering his lips on yours, feeling his body against yours, how you wish you could just get over your insecurities and just be with him. Stop being too rational and thinking about the long game.

You're probably overthinking, thinking he's heartbroken by your leaving. You're sure he's not. Maybe he's happy you decided to walk away so he didn't have to. Ultimately, he keeps his face and looks like the good guy.

A knock at your door pulls you back from going down that dark thought process of him just using you. God damnit, you really don't want to see anyone. 

Keeping quiet, you hope whoever it is will just leave. But they keep knocking. Finally, you get up, dusting your pants off and wiping your cheeks; you take a deep breath and open the door.

****

"What the hell are you doing?" James questions, giving you a look of confusion and slightly pissed off. 

You're taken aback by his attitude. " Excuse me?" you ask, keeping the door slightly closed as you stand in the slightly open doorway and not letting him in.

"I said, what the hell are you doing? You up and leave Jensen in a restaurant with no explanation. And then don't answer your phone while he calls and leaves you dozens of texts and voicemails. The man is out of his mind!" He states he is trying his best but failing to keep his voice reasonable. 'Are you going to let me in or what?' he asks, not waiting for an answer as he pushes his way through.

You're slightly stunned by his tone. James is not one to get pissy with you. Even at his worst, when you two have fought before, he's always the level head of the two of you. 

"Do come in," you quip. Shutting the door behind him, you turn to see he has made his way to the couch. 

Giving the cushion a light pat next to him, you leave and sit down. "Explain yourself." He states after a few moments of silence.

"What? I told Evan that I had to go. Oh, did you know Evan and Quinn are brothers? Besides, Jensen was busy with his fan, and he wasn't going to make it to have breakfast with me and his 8 am panel. So I figure…." you start rambling but then let the conversation drop off. 

James obviously knows what happened or some version of it. "How did you get rope into this?" You question, now wondering why and how he was here?

"Jensen called me when he couldn't reach you. He was, and is, worried about you, " he said, handing me my phone. 

I click it open to see a dozen text messages from Jensen and his voicemails. Begging for you to let him know you are alright, asking for a simple yes or no. Seeing the distress you caused him, how could you be so selfish. 

You're sure he hasn't been himself all day, and the fans have probably noticed. Another reason for them to hate you. "Fuck…what have I done….he probably hates me!" You state to no one. 

Sliding open the text chain, you can quickly send a reply.

You: I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad. I'm fine. I hate that you have been worried about me. Please, I'm fine. 

Jensen: I am not mad. I want to talk. Please, can we talk tonight?

The thought of talking with him about something that can't be changed. You either need to learn to live with or live without this. What more is there to say?

Jensen: Y/N… Please, talk to me.

You know he won't let up. 

You: Come by the studio tonight when you're free. 

Jensen: I will see you at 7, thank you.

You close the text chain and set your phone on the side table. You look up to see James waiting for an explanation. 

"Spill, don't leave anything out. You owe me that much since I had to drive into this god-awful city." He quips, giving you a smile and wink to let you know he wasn't mad that he had to drive in.

"Fine, but I think we need a drink or something," you reply, getting up from the couch and heading for the door.

****

You talked everything out with James over a pint of margaritas and the best greasy tacos, chips, and queso on this side of the Mason-Dixon line. 

"Girl, he is in love with you! how can you not see it!" James exclaims, finishing off his third margarita and pouring the rest of the pitcher into your glass. 

"Can I get another one!" he states, holding up the empty pitcher and motioning to our waitress.

The restaurant is dead, so his outburst through the quiet restaurant is jarring.

"Keep your voice down!" You hush him and give the waitress a sympathetic smile as she picks up the empty pitcher and plates. 

"I promise a hug tip is coming your way," you say to her, hoping it will comfort her.

She gives you a smile, "You're fine, really. If you guys weren't here, I would have to be in the back cleaning. Please take all the time you want." She states, turning and walking back towards the bar.

"She is sweet and a good worker. You should see if she is looking for a second job. She would be…" You start to divert the conversation away from you and your impending relationship with Jensen. Was it a relationship? You've been on two dates and made out a bit.

James can see right through your antics and cuts you off. "No, we are not discussing my need for more staff at the bar. We are here to talk about you and Jensen. So spill why you are sabotaging yourself, " he states, leaning back in the booth, plucking a chip out of the basket.

You let out an audible sigh. God, you hate talking about yourself and your feelings especially. 

"Ok, OK, OK, I am just being a realist. It's never going to work out between him and me. It's just not," you state, hoping that will suffice.

"And why do you think it can't work? He's crazy about you. You've said that you have fun together and feel like yourself around him." Throwing your words back at you. 

James has that perfect recall to remind you what you said when you were happy. Taking a smug drink, he knows that he's right, that you have been happy these last few days.

Ugh, taking a beat, you pour yourself a drink and down it. Fuck, thinking about this is one thing, but saying it out loud.  Running your hands through your hair, you let out another sigh before finally saying it. 

"Because he's….him, and I am nobody. Why would he want to be with someone who can't deal with being in the spotlight, someone that everyone will judge him for being with." Taking a beat, you know, was a lot. Even hearing you say it and putting yourself down like that, you know it's not good, but reality hurts, right?

The waitress comes by, silencing you before you plunge the last dancer in you. "Do you guys need anything else?" She says sweetly, giving you a smile.

"No, just the check will be fine, thanks." You reply, trying your best to be upbeat, but you know you're falling.

"OK, sure. Is it on one or…." She drops the sentence, unsure if we are together or just friends. 

"Together." Both James and I say at the same time.

She snickers, pulls the check out, and sets it in the middle of the table. "Whenever you're ready, I will be back."

You quickly grab the check, but James beats you to it. "What are you doing?" you ask, feeling that you should be the one to pay since we talked about your problems the whole time.

"It's on me, girl," he says, pulling out his credit card and handing the check and card to the waitress. 

“Now, where were we? Oh yes, you lying to yourself and me about why you and Jensen wouldn't work."

"Look, I just know he is in one class, and I am in another, OK. God knows I am not the prettiest girl he could have on his arm or live up to his typical model arm candy." You mumble out.

"Oh, hell no! Y/N, don't you ever think you're not beautiful, OK." James tries to keep his anger and voice in check at a reasonable volume. 

"You are beautiful, a knockout. Do you think he's been slumming it with you these past few days? That once this conference is over, he is going to forget about you and move on to the next town and next girl?"

"Yeah, in a nutshell, that sounds about right." You reply, knowing that James will always come to your defense, especially when it comes to you putting yourself down.

"Has he ever done that? Has he ever come off as a douchebag player?"

"Well, no, but…"

"Exactly, so why would he start now with you? There is a reason why he's never been with anyone long-term."

"Oh, do tell, what is that reason then? And when did you become such an expert in all things Jensen Ackles love life?" You question, wondering where this enlightenment knowledge is coming from.

The waitress stops James from answering, coming back with his card. "Thanks again, guys…and for the record, I think you and Jensen make a cute couple," she says, giving you a smile and wink. 

You're stunned by her comment. She either listened in on the conversation or recognized you from the tabloid. Either way, it was nice of her to say such a nice comment without prompting. 

"Umm…" you're about to thank her, but she doesn't wait for your response. Turning back to head towards the kitchen.

James quickly signs the bill and leaves a generous tip. "See, someone else thinks you and Jensen should be together," he quips. 

Sliding out of the booth. "Let's go, got to get you back to the studio." He states, heading for the door.

****

The walk back is short, and James doesn't pick up the conversation, which you're OK with since talking about this in the restaurant was one thing, but out on the busy street, where anyone could hear, yeah, not going to happen.

Back at your studio, you open the door and walk in, but James stays in the doorway. 

"What? You're not coming in?" you ask. Looking at your phone, you see that you still have a few hours until Jensen should show up.

"I am going to go. You need time by yourself before he gets here, that's all."

"OK, but you never answer me about his love life. Why do you think it's all fake?"

"I mean, come on, his management team has to be behind it. I am sure it was all for publicity; he had to show up with someone." He takes a pause, and you can tell there is more. You give him your perfected stare-down that always gets him to talk. 

"OK, fine, Micha told me, alright!"

"What!? When did you talk with Micha? And why were you talking about Jensen's dating life with him?" You question, now wondering what James said and what Micha knew. Did he know about you baling on Jensen today? Fuck, what did the other cast members think?

"Look, Jensen came through. Micha and Jared showed up at the bar the other night, and we hung out and talked. They both knew that Jensen was out seeing you, and I may have come off a little bit like a protective older brother…"

"What the hell did you say, James!" Now, I really feel your cheeks red from embarrassment. God, why do you do this to me!

"No, it's fine. I just asked if Jensen was a good guy or a player. I keep it very cool and casual. OK, I didn't act all 'I got a shotgun in my truck, and I know how to use it' mode." 

"Ugh, OK, fine, I can't be mad at you for caring." You conceded, knowing that he was coming from a good place and that you should be so lucky that he cares for you like a friend so much that you do not want to see you get hurt.

"So what else has got you wanting to put the breaks on this and shut him out?" He asks, leaning against the door frame. 

"I don't know if I can get used to being second place to his fans. And I would never ask him to choose between me or his career. The idea of having people follow me around taking photos, digging through my past and personal life."

"That's true; it would be something that you would have to get used to, but it's also something that you and he need to discuss and work through. You can't just drop him for something he can't completely control. Do you think he likes having to sneak around or keep you waiting because he can't escape a group of fans? I am sure he would have rather spent his morning with you."

"You're right. I need to be honest with him, tell him what I feel, and see where he is with everything. Come to some understanding."

"Exactly." James phone goes off, and he quickly looks at the incoming text, 

"Oh, I have to go. I am meeting someone," he says cheekily, giving you a smile and wink.

"Would it be Micha?" You question, now wishing he would stay so you could start grilling him about his interactions with the superstar.

"Maybe…come here", he says, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He reaches for you and brings you in for one of his best hugs. Holding you tight against him, the feel of him, the pressure of his arms around you, helps ground you. 

"You got this; just be honest with him," he says in your ear.

"I will," you say back, holding on for a few more seconds before letting go.

To Be Continued......

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Limelight Series - Chapter 6

Happy Monday! So this chapter 6 of Limelight Series. It is a short chapter, this was scheduled to be the last chapter of the series…but….I am thinking this story has one more chapter to it. What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments if you want another chapter and if so what do you want to see???

I am really liking these two, so I may come back to them from time to time.

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All your likes, reblogs, comments and ask to be on the tag list are appreciated and helps my confidence grow as a writer.

If you haven't read chapter five, click here to read it and then come back to read chapter 6.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

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Once James left you, you only had an hour to think, but that hour was long enough. You couldn't concentrate on anything but Jensen. How was he going to be? Will he come over upset and want to call it quits before you can explain yourself? Did you even have the right to ask him to understand where you were coming with your hesitation? You did up and left him, essentially ghosting him for no reason, at least no reason that he could know about.

Knocking at the door pulls you back to reality, and you cross the short distance from the couch to the door. You take a breath and remember that he asked to meet with you and wants to discuss this. Shaking the last bit of nerves, you open the door.

He is standing on the other side with a bouquet of wildflowers and a look of angst, stress, and fear on his face. The man you fell for just two days ago, the guy you never thought would be breathing the same air as you, is standing at arm's length. 

"Hey." his voice cracks slightly.

"Hey," you say, stepping aside for him to enter.

He does, and you take a deep breath to breathe in the smell of leather, sandalwood, and musk. God, you could live in that scent forever. Closing the door behind him, you take a second to compose yourself before turning back to face him.

"These are for you," he says sweetly, handing the flowers to you and giving you a half smile.   

Taking them, you smile at the fact that he didn't go the traditional route with roses; it would have been too cliche. 

"I love them, thank you." You say, crossing the room to the small kitchenette to grab a mason jar to fill with water. After placing the jars in and setting them on the table, you turn to see him looking at some of your in-progress works. 

"Can I get you something to drink? I have beer, water, and a bottle of Jameson somewhere around here.

He looks up from the painting. "Beer's good. Maybe save the Jameson for another time." He jokes, smiles, and then looks around the room. 

"This is a great space, and your work is amazing."

The cool air calms you when you open the fridge to grab a couple of beers. OK, he's making a few jokes; that's good. 

"Thanks, I lucked out when this place became available," you say, crossing the room and handing him a beer. 

You both take a drink, you can feel the silence start to set in. You look back to Jensen to see he feels it too. Something is telling you that he is going to start talking soon. That he’s going to break the silence first, and either let you down easy or just let you go. Either way the idea of Jensen ending it, whatever this is, is too much for you.

"Look, Jensen, I am really sorry about earlier today. I shouldn't have…" you start to apologize, wanting to get ahead of whatever scripted, “It’s you, not me” speech he has planned. No matter what James told you earlier, the reality is, he can do better than you, God knows it won’t be hard for him.  

"You have nothing to apologize for; I should be making the apology. I shouldn't have let my time get taken up by fans; it's not fair to you." He cuts you off, knowing that he is in the wrong here. He should have shut things down sooner and shouldn't expect you to put up with his crazy life.

Setting down your beer, you get up to start passing. Feeling the nervous energy coursing through you, you have to do something. 

"But that's just it. There are your fans, and you can't ignore them. Plus, I should have waited a few more minutes until you were done and said goodbye property, not run out on you." 

Turning back, you see him watching you, letting you word vomit all over the room. He is respectful in that way. Dammit! He has got to be wishing he didn’t come over.

You give him a slight head tilt. "Say something." you plead, wanting nothing more than to hear him yell at you or forgive you or put the final nail in your heart and tell you he’s done.

He takes a second, weighing his options, knowing that he only wants to hear what's going on in that head of hers. Does she think he's worth the hassle? Does she want to just cut and run? 

"Why did you? Because I thought we were having a pretty good morning up until…" He asks, letting the statement fall off, knowing he doesn't need to finish it.

You start to fiddle with the paintbrushes on the table. God damnit, admitting your feelings is not your strong suit, at least not with someone you want to impress.

"We were, it's just…god, this is going to sound so stupid…" You start but stop short of saying what you're afraid to. God, he will think you're stupid and not worth it!

Jensen gets up. He walks over to you, places his hand on you, stops your fiddling, and makes you make eye contact with him. 

"No, it won't; please just tell me."

You let his hand rest on yours; the feeling of his skin on yours helps ground you. 

"I just don't know how you do it. Being in public means having everyone know everything about you. People recognize you on the street and taking your picture. You can't even walk across a hotel lobby without needing two bodyguards."

Taking a breath, you can't believe you just blurted that all out. 

"I just don't think I can handle it. I don't think I would be good for your image."

Jensen gives you a questionable look. 

"Wait, what do you mean 'you're not good for my image?' Do you think you have to look a certain way to be with me? And that you don't fit it? Because let me tell you, that’s not the case." He says matter of fact. He can see you're about to protest, your eyes telling him you're not believing him.

"I just think, and I am sure others around you would agree, that you should be with someone more… let's say 'red carpet ready.' Someone who can fit into designer clothes and has some clout when working against the reporters. Not someone nobody from the sticks." You explain yourself, wishing you didn't feel that way but sadly it's the truth, and it hurts sometimes. 

Jensens feels the range and anger start to build. Not towards Y/N; he could never feel that way towards her, but toward society and whoever has hurt her in the past to make her think that she is not beautiful or worthy to be next to him. 

"Wait a second if you're talking about my manager or agent. They don't get to dictate who I am with. And if they started to, they would be fired in a second. I am a grown-ass man; I decide who I want to spend time with and who I want in my life." Grabbing her hand to intertwine with his. 

"And it's you. I want to be with you; I want you in my life."

"But…" you start to protest, even though you can see he's sincere in his words. He said he would drop-kick everyone to the curb if they began to dictate who he could see. Still, he’s only known you for two days, what if this one choice ruins everything for him?

"No, buts, I want to be with you because…I am falling for you… you're funny, smart, and sexy as hell. You don't put up with anyone's shit; you're strong and confident. You make me feel like a regular person when I am with you. I can breathe when I am with you." He declares, almost going as far as to say he loves her, but thinking better of himself, that would really scare her off.

You could tell he's holding something back, and you're sure you know what that is. It's the same thing you're holding back from saying because it's crazy to think that in this short time, you could be, no, you are in love with him. 

"I feel the same way… I've never been with anyone that makes me feel safe and comfortable in my own skin." 

He lets out a breath that he is holding, and relief floods him. That smile of his with the twinkle in his eyes, fuck, you were done. He pulls you into his arms; the feel of his muscular body against yours grounds you even more. Pushing your insecurities aside and being present at the moment. Jensen Ackles wants you; he said he's falling for you!

But what does this mean for you two? How are you going to make this work?

To Be Continue......

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A Winchester Chronicle (c6)

Note: I appreciate everyone that answered the poll! I love that the majority wants to see this story go for a few chapters with a nice fluff, smut, and flow -other than the obvious human emotions and issues that occur in everyday life. I'm always open to suggestions, as well! If you don't want to comment, you are welcome to message me. :)

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Summary: you and Jensen hit the set in a small Colorado town, joining Jared and Jim for some light-hearted fun. The episode heats up as Dean gets infected with a mysterious sickness, and your character, Raven, stands by him through the tough scenes. Off-camera, you and Jensen's connection deepens, mixing work and personal vibes.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) rough sex, anger, arguments, tension, angst and physical violence. Smut, fluff. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

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Chapter 6: Has reference to Episode 6 'Yellow Fever'

You step out of the car, stretching your legs after the long drive to the small Colorado town where the next episode will be filmed. Jensen is by your side, his hand resting lightly on your back. The air is crisp, and the town’s quaint charm is evident in the old-fashioned storefronts and the friendly waves from the locals.The drive had been long and somewhat stressful.

About halfway there, the car the studio rented for you both started making strange noises, and Jensen had pulled over to check it out. He’d muttered under his breath, frustration clear in his voice as he fiddled under the hood. You’d gotten out to help in any way, the tension in the air reminding you too much of past moments with your late husband and mother, where frustration had always been directed at you.

“Damn this car,” Jensen had grumbled, slamming the hood shut. “We just need to get to the next town and find a mechanic.” He kicked some tools and sent them flying, barely missing a passing car. 

His frustration wasn’t aimed at you, but the tone brought back painful memories. You’d flinched at the commotion but stayed silent, feeling a pang of insecurity and the old PTSD stirring. Jensen had noticed your silence and glanced over, his expression softening.

“Hey,” he’d said gently, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “Are you ok?”

You’d nodded, forcing a small smile, but the unease lingered. It took a day and a half for the car to be fixed and the only things to do in the town you’d stopped at for the mechanic, was walk to a gas station, hang out at the hotel, or watch buzzards eat road kill. It felt like the set of Legion, honestly. Jensen was tense as the hours ticked by because you had a deadline to get to set by. His mood only worsened when you tried to tell him it was going to be ok. “They’re working on it, Jensen, Jesus Christ.” You were short with him. It was 119 degrees out. You were tired, and you weren’t sure how much more of his complaining you could take. You quietly walked into the hotel and got to the room. “I’m sorry, I just want to get on the road as much as you do. This isn’t ideal, but it’s also not the end of the wor…” Jensen spun you around as you were about to walk through the door, picked you up, carried you through the doorway and pushed the door shut with his foot. “I’m not mad at you. Do you know that?” He stood you up now, taking both of your hands in his and looking into your blue eyes. “I –I do know that. I think I’m just as grumpy as you about it, but… I know there’s more to this for me.” You felt ashamed. You’d worked through your trauma many times, but no matter how much you did, some things weren’t going to fix themselves as easily as others. “Are you talking about your husband?” He sat down on the bed, pulling you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. “And my mom… yeah. I’m sorry.” You started crying, hugging Jensen now. “Don’t do that. Don’t give them one more ounce of apology from you for how they chose to treat you and disguise it as love.” Jensen pulled your chin down to look at him and gently wiped a tear away with his thumb. “I wish I had known you then…” He trailed off, his thoughts drifting to another lifetime. “You wouldn’t have even given me the time of day, then.” You giggled, wiping the rest of your tears away. Your laugh broke his thoughts. “What? You? Of course I would have.” He said, smiling as he pulled both of you to lay on the bed, facing you. “No, Jen, you really wouldn’t have. I was lucky to leave my house maybe once a week to get groceries. And if I did get out more than that, I was tending to my family in every possible way. I was not witty, charismatic, or sexy in any way. I was surviving.” You turned away from Jensen, you didn’t want to see him pity you. He rolled you back over to face him again and propped himself up on his arm, placing the other over you. “Was it always like that? Even before you got married?” He asked seriously now. “Jensen… It doesn't matter now. Does it? I’m just… broken and I’ll be fine tomorrow, I promise.” You shifted beneath him to shimmy out of his gaze and from under his bodyweight. “ It does matter. Y/N, you are not broken, you’re a badass. You’ve endured so much in life and if you’re not ready to talk about it, say that. But please don’t pretend that I shouldn’t know at some point so that I can love you in the best way possible, even on the bad days.” He stopped you from moving lower. “If you go any lower, you’ll have to start unzipping.” He slyly added. You paused, confused on what to do or say. “...I was betrothed to my husband through my mom in an attempt at keeping me under her thumb even longer.” You were quivering now, as memories flooded your brain. “I didn’t even get to meet him until the day we got married, and at our first look, he said "I didn't have a choice in this either, but I'll try to make you happy."

Jensen held you close, his eyes full of concern as you continued, your voice trembling slightly.

“Those words he said, they seemed sweet at first. A promise of understanding and mutual effort. But as time went on, I realized they were also a confession of his own lack of agency. He was kind, yes, but his actions were often passive-aggressive. He never directly confronted my mother, leaving me to bear the brunt of her overbearing nature. When things went wrong, he would sigh heavily, make sad eyes, punch something, throw something, and then subtly imply that it was my fault for not handling things better.”

Jensen's grip on you tightened, his brows furrowing with concern. “And your mother...”

“My mother,” you continued, your voice steadying, “she never hesitated to voice her disapproval. She’d berate me for my choices, for my career, for not being the perfect daughter and wife she demanded. Her constant criticism wore me down, making me doubt my worth at every turn.”

Jensen’s eyes filled with empathy and sadness. “I’m so sorry you went through that. You don’t deserve to carry that weight. And I don’t want to ever make you feel like that.”

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

Now, in the small hotel room, the weight of those memories pressed on you, and Jensen’s presence was both a comfort and a challenge. He was so different, so direct and caring in ways you weren’t used to.

Jensen gently squeezed your hands, bringing you back to the present. 

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability. “It’s just...sometimes when things go wrong, I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. Like I have to fix it, even if it’s out of my control.”

Jensen nodded, his expression serious. “My frustration, all day -did that make you feel that way?.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Honestly, no. You were completely valid in your response and frustration. The throwing and slamming, happens and wasn’t directed at me. You also never told me it was my fault, and that’s just going to take some getting used to.”

“Well, get used to it,” he said with a grin. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I will try to remember to not slam or throw anything though.”

You let out a shaky laugh, feeling some of the tension ease. You tucked your hair behind your ear, and kissed him. You knew at this moment you loved him. This man, with his mountain scents, rugged body, and dreamy voice -has always made you feel safe. You pulled out of the kiss with a slightly bewildered look. “I…” You wanted to tell him. “I…” You couldn’t get the words out. You felt the heat in your cheeks, but couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment at your stuttering or passion from the moment. You cleared your throat, softly. “I feel safe with you, Jen.” You managed.

“Good, princess,” he replied, pulling you to bed. “Now, let’s get some rest. We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

You nodded, feeling safe and supported. As you both lay down, you nestled into Jensen’s side, your worries completely melting away in the warmth of his presence. Your brain wouldn’t turn off though, and if you couldn’t tell him how you felt yet, then you could at least show him. Jensen was breathing softly, eyes closed, hand entwined in yours. You escaped his grasp and sat up looking at him adoringly. This perfect man was angelic. You slipped out of your clothes and softly climbed back to bed. As you studied him, you slowly made your way up his body, trailing your fingers as you went. He stirred a little, eyes fluttering with sleepiness. “Hey.” He smiled sleepily. You answered him with a kiss, taking his face in both hands, breathing heavily. When you broke the kiss, he wasn’t ready for it to end, trying to bring your lips back to his. “Jensen, I need to tell you something.” You said seriously, looking deep into his eyes. He stopped, looking at you waiting. “What’s wrong?” He asked, trying to prop himself up out of bed, now. “Nothing. But this thing I need to say, I can’t get out of my mouth…” You said shyly, pushing your forehead to his chest and holding him to the bed. “So let me show you.” 

You kissed his broad chest, veins grazed your lips as you trailed them down his abdomen, softly taking your hands down the sides at the same time. You stopped just above his groin and you didn’t have to see to know that Jensen was all ready for you. You looked up at him briefly, tucked your hair behind your ear, barely lifting your head from his body. He was fixated on you. Watching you and shivering at every light touch you made. His eyes dark with longing. You shimmied the blanket and his underwear slowly down over his erection, watching it spring up as the confinement lifted. He was engorged and his tip was glistening with his slick pre-juice. You look at him again with a questioning gaze. He nodded his silent approval, shifting for a better view. You started by licking up the juice flowing down the side of his cock. You loved the salty taste of him as you made the way up to his tip with your tongue. Swirling your tongue lightly around his nerves. He moaned. You loved that sound. You grasped the base of his dick with one hand and tightened your lips around the tip, sucking lightly and moved him into your mouth inch by inch. You whimpered at his girth. As you picked up momentum, he bent at the side and pulled at your leg, bringing your ass closer to him. He groaned at the sight of you. You could feel yourself dripping already and just knowing he saw it made you suck faster and harder. “Oh my gooood.” He said, gripping your hip with one hand, sliding the other up your thigh and to your pussy. You wiggled at his touch as he got closer to your slick cave. He slid a finger into you, hooking at your abdomen, matching your rhythm. You took him deeper into your mouth, approaching your throat. He put another finger in you, making you lose focus and gag on his length. He grabbed your hair into a ball in his other hand, lowering you further and further until you couldn’t breathe. You gagged again and he let you up. Gasping for air, you used your spit to keep him lubed while you stroked him with your hands. Jensen pulled his fingers from you and turned your head to look at him as he sucked your sweet juice off of his fingers, moaning. He pulled you firmly by your hair to lay next to him on your side, his cock now threatening to enter you from behind. He moved your hair out of the way and brought his mouth to your ear, breathing heavily and then kissing you down to your shoulder. You moaned at the sensation, flinching under the stubble of his chin. He propped your leg up with his hand, and entered you completely. “Jen!” You moaned, grabbing for his body behind you, scratching at him. “Fuck baby…” He grunted as he picked up the pace, watching your ass bounce, and holding your leg higher for more access. 

You felt the familiar surge of ecstasy building as your body tightened at the pleasure. Every push made your moaning louder. “That’s it, scream for me, princess.” He encouraged through clenched teeth. “No.” You whispered, trying to keep it down for the other rooms. But he pushed into you harder and harder, making you go against your answer. Your body couldn’t hold out any longer and clamped down on his cock as he released into you at the same time. “JENSEN! OH GOD!” You screamed and whimpered as he kept pushing and pushing to make sure you both rode it until you couldn’t any longer. You had to push him back and pull out of you as your body quaked from the pleasure. He leaned over you, giggling, as you turned to face him, cupping his face in your hand. “What?” You asked, looking at him sleepily. He leaned his forehead to yours, his voice got serious and low. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “I know you’re not ready to say it yet, and that’s okay. But I need you to know it. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

You felt a surge of emotion, your eyes filling with tears as you looked into his sincere gaze. You didn’t need to say anything; the depth of his words and the intensity of the moment conveyed everything you felt. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a tender kiss, sealing the silent promise of love and understanding between you.

The next morning, the mechanic called with good news: the car was fixed. You and Jensen packed up and hit the road, making it to the set in Colorado without any further issues.

The small town greeted you with open arms, and the familiarity of the cast and crew brought a sense of normalcy.

“Hey, there they are!” Jared’s voice boomed across the parking lot as he and Jim walked over, grinning widely.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Jim teased, pulling you into a warm hug.

“Blame the car,” Jensen said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “It decided to have a breakdown halfway here.”

“Better the car than you,” Jared jokes, clapping Jensen on the back.

The atmosphere was light-hearted as you caught up with Jared and Jim, swapping stories and laughing at inside jokes. Jensen’s arm slipped around your shoulders, pulling you close as you all headed towards the set. You shared playful moments, teasing each other about the intense scenes your characters would face. 

As you walked, Jensen’s grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, a silent apology for his frustration yesterday. You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes, and saw a flicker of worry there. He was still thinking about how he acted, about how it affected you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about yesterday,” he murmured when Jared and Jim were a few steps ahead. “I didn’t mean to snap or keep complaining. I just... I get worried when things go wrong. It’s nothing you did, I promise.”

You nodded, your heart warming at his concern. “I know. It’s okay, really. I just... sometimes it brings back memories. But I know you’re not like that.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you fully, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I never want to make you feel that way. You’re too important to me. If I ever do something that upsets you, please tell me.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection. “I don’t think I’ll have to. Your concern about if you treated me wrong says it all. I trust you.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You shrugged, the last of your unease melting away. “Chemistry, who knew!” You chuckled together as you caught up to Jared and Jim, ready to dive into the next adventure.

The director gathers everyone around, his clipboard in hand, as he explains the episode’s premise. “Alright, folks, we’ve got a mysterious sickness killing the residents. Victims seem to die of fright, and Dean gets infected. Sam and Bobby have to move fast to save him.”

You and Jensen exchange knowing glances, a silent conversation passing between you. The bond you share is evident to everyone around, drawing smiles and nods of approval. The crew begins to prepare the set, and there’s a buzz of excitement in the air. Props are moved into place, cameras are adjusted, and the town transforms into the eerie setting for the episode.

As you watch the preparations, you feel a surge of anticipation. Jared saunters over, a playful grin on his face. “Hey, we get to film a scene with the Impala in front of a donut shop!”

Jensen laughs, shaking his head. “Oh man, how could I forget? The ‘Eye of the Tiger’ moment. Classic.”

You raise an eyebrow, curious. “What’s this about?”

Jensen chuckles, glancing at Jared. “I’m supposed to be waiting for Sam in the Impala. Just wait for the song to start playing.” He winked at you.

Jared chimes in, eyes sparkling with amusement. “She’s going to get a kick out of this.”

You laugh, imagining the scene. “I’m slightly terrified.”

Jensen grins, a twinkle in his eye. Jared nudges him, smirking. “Just don’t break character, Dean. We need you to be scared out of your mind, not rocking out.”

Jensen rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah.”

The director calls everyone to their positions, and the lighthearted banter fades as you all slip into character. The scene is set with the Impala parked in front of an old-fashioned donut shop. Jensen sits in the driver’s seat, waiting for the cue. The camera rolls, and the scene begins with Jared as Sam walking towards the car.

But then, something unexpected happens. The crew hasn’t cut the music, and “Eye of the Tiger” starts playing over the speakers. Instead of staying in character, Jensen’s face lights up with a mischievous grin. He starts drumming on the steering wheel, nodding his head to the beat.

You watch in amusement as he steps out of the car, fully committing to the moment. He struts around the Impala, playing an imaginary guitar, completely lost in the music. Jared stops in his tracks, bursting into laughter, and the crew follows suit, unable to keep a straight face.

Jensen climbs onto the hood of the Impala, rocking out with an energy that’s contagious. The entire set erupts in applause and cheers, everyone caught up in the spontaneous performance. You can’t help but join in, clapping and laughing at the sheer joy of the moment.

Finally, the music fades, and Jensen hops down from the car, bowing dramatically. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week,” he jokes, earning more laughter and applause.

As the crew resets for the next take, you catch Jensen’s eye and give him a thumbs-up. He winks back, his grin wide and genuine. 

As the director's voice echoes through the set, "Action!" rings out, and you seamlessly slip into the role of Raven, the perceptive ally to the Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean navigate the eerie town, investigating the perplexing deaths attributed to an unknown sickness. You immerse yourself in the role, offering Raven's keen insights that unravel the mystery piece by piece. The camera captures every moment, framing your character's contributions to the unfolding drama.

Between takes, the atmosphere remains lively and warm. Jensen's eyes twinkle mischievously as he ribs you about Raven's intensity, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "Raven's really got that 'nothing escapes me' vibe today," he quips, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

You shoot back with a mock-serious expression, channeling Raven's sharp wit, "Well, someone's got to keep Dean from charging in like a bull in a china shop." Laughter ripples through the crew.

As the day wears on, the tension on set simmers beneath the surface, each scene bringing you closer to the heart of the episode's gripping storyline. The makeup team works meticulously, transforming Jensen into a pale shadow of his character, Dean, whose body succumbs to the mysterious sickness ravaging the town. You watch with a pang of empathy as Jensen embodies Dean's struggle, his acting prowess making the illness seem palpable.

"Stay with me, Dean," you murmur, your voice thick with emotion as you deliver Raven's heartfelt plea. The camera zooms in, capturing the raw intensity in your eyes, the depth of your connection with Jensen amplifying the scene's emotional impact. It's moments like these that remind you why you love acting—immersing yourself in a character's world, bringing their story to life with every fiber of your being.

Off-camera, during breaks between scenes, you and Jensen steal quiet moments to connect. Leaning against the Impala, stars strewn across the night sky, you discuss your characters' motivations and the nuances of the script, but the conversation often veers into more personal territory. Jensen shares anecdotes from his life on the road, his passion for classic cars evident as he shares about the Impala's history.

"You know, this car's been through more than a few hunts," Jensen remarks with a wry smile, patting the Impala's sleek exterior fondly. "Just like us, huh? Survived a lot of crazy adventures in a short amount of time."

You chuckle softly, the sound carrying a mix of amusement and genuine affection. "Yeah, and somehow we’ve always come out on top. Just like Dean and Raven."

He nods thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that sends a flutter through your chest. "You know, I never expected this job to lead to such incredible friendships," Jensen admits, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Especially one as special as ours."

You meet his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Just friends?," you say softly in a moment of reflection. “I would be honored if you would consider yourself my girl friend, Y/N Y/M/N.” He said pulling your chin up to meet your gaze. “The honor is all mine, Jensen Ross.” You whispered as you leaned in for a kiss, climbing onto the hood of the Impala, pulling him with you. “Take me.” You said through kisses, pulling off his flannel. He stopped and looked around. “No one is allowed to see you other than me.” He said, his voice serious. “Jen… make it quick.” Pleading as you slid closer to him, running your hands up under his shirt, his warmth radiating with his quickening pulse. Before Jensen could consider it, Jared walked by clearing his throat. “Did they not book you a room together?” He joked, thumping the hood of the impala as he walked past. “SEE.” Jensen said, motioning towards Jared. “I can’t do this here.” He laughed. “You’ll just have to be patient.” He winked, pulling his flannel back on and helping you off the hood. You sighed as you walked to the next set.

Sam and Bobby are relentless in their search for a cure, their brows furrowed with determination as they pour over ancient texts and consult grimoires. 

“Dean’s running out of time,” Sam mutters, his eyes scanning the page of an old, leather-bound book. “We need to find the source of this sickness before it’s too late.”

Bobby huffs, adjusting his cap. “We’re close, kid. Just gotta keep at it.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest, trying to think of how to help Dean. 

As the cameras roll, the weight of the storyline presses down on you, each scene heavy with the impending threat to Dean’s life. You find yourself lost in the moment, fully immersed in Raven’s determination and fear. But between takes, the mood lightens considerably. The cast jokes and laughs, finding moments of levity amidst the seriousness of the plot.

“Hey, remember that time Dean thought he could out-drink a demon?” Jared teases, nudging Jensen with a grin.

Jensen chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, not one of Dean’s finer moments.”

As the day progresses, you move to the more harrowing scenes. Dean, now severely afflicted by the sickness, starts hallucinating. His eyes widen in terror as he sees Lilith, appearing as a little girl, taunting him.

“Dean,” you call softly, stepping into the scene, your voice trembling with concern. “It’s not real. I’m right here.”

Dean’s eyes darted around wildly, his breathing ragged. “She’s here. She’s going to kill us all.”

You reach out, gently touching his arm. “Who’s here? Look at me, Dean. Focus on my voice. Whoever she is, she’s not real.”

He starts to hyperventilate, the fear gripping him tightly. You pull him into your arms, holding him close as he shakes. “I’ve got you. Guys, anything?” You asked urgently.

Jensen’s performance is heart-wrenching, his portrayal of Dean’s vulnerability and fear striking a deep chord. Sam and Bobby continue their desperate search for a cure, their frustration mounting as time runs out. “We’re missing something,” Sam mutters, rubbing his temples. “There has to be a link we haven’t seen yet.”

Bobby slams a book shut. “Think, boy. What ties all the victims together?”

You join them, flipping through another ancient tome. “What if it’s not about who they are, but what they fear? This sickness seems to prey on their deepest fears.”

Sam’s eyes light up with realization. “Fear. That’s it. We need to find a way to break its hold.”

The urgency heightens as you work together, Raven and Sam’s insights guiding them closer to the truth. “Are you sure about this, Sam?” Bobby says, his voice tinged with hope. “Do either of you have a better idea, because I’m all ears.” Sam says loading a shotgun. “Well, let’s kill this bastard.” You said, revving the engine to a car.

As the cameras roll once more, you stand beside Dean, your heart aching as you see the toll the sickness has taken on him. “Stay with me, Dean,” you plead, your voice filled with emotion. “We need you.”

Dean’s eyes meet yours, a flicker of hope shining through the fear. “Raven…”

You squeeze his hand, willing him to hold on. “Right here, baby.” That wasn’t your line… but the moment was so intense you just said what you felt about Jensen right there. 

Off-camera, you and Jensen find solace in each other’s presence. The intense scenes bring you closer, the shared experience deepening your bond. You discuss your characters, but the conversation often drifts to more personal topics, the lines between acting and reality blurring.

“Jensen, I…” you start, unsure how to express the tumult of emotions swirling inside you.

He takes your hand, his touch grounding you. “I know. Me too.”

The day finally comes to a close, and you film the climactic scene where Sam and Bobby kill the ghost who infected Dean. Dean is saved, and there’s a collective sigh of relief on set.

“We did it,” you whisper, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Jensen pulls you into a tight embrace. “Yeah, we did.”

As the crew wraps up for the day, you feel a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. The journey has been challenging, but it’s also brought you closer to the people who matter most. You share a final, lingering look with Jensen, knowing that this bond, both on and off-screen, is something truly special.

That evening, as the cast gathers to celebrate the successful shoot, you reflect on the day’s events.“To us,” Jensen says, raising his glass in a toast. “To this incredible journey and the people we’ve met along the way.”

“To us,” you echo, your heart full.