#jensen x journey

[arcanespillo]

The Journey Home, SPN S1E09/ Pilot, The x-files S1E01

[kaleldobrev]

Old Man

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Summary: Dean never had a problem with the age gap between you two; not until now any way Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (13x), Sexual Innuendos, Dean talking bad about himself, Frat guys giving Y/N the disrespect she doesn’t deserve Authors Note: Me and Jensen have a 17-year age gap – what’s your age gap? | This came out A LOT longer than I expected | I don’t know how to write frat guys xD | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You and Dean pulled up in front of a gas station; needing to stop for gas and maybe a few snacks before the two of you continued your almost four-hour long journey back to the Bunker. You and Dean had just spent the weekend in Lawrence, due to the very rare occurrence that there were no cases. You had told Dean that even though you’d been living at the Bunker with him and Sam for the past couple of years, you had never once been to Lawrence even though you could have easily made a day trip out of it. With that being said, Dean was more than happy to take you and show you around, reminiscing about some of the things that he remembered doing all those years ago back when he was four; back before everything. But that’s not all the trip was, you had done some other things too; like visiting the Biodiversity Institute and Natural History Museum – which was considered to be one of the best museums in the entire state of Kansas, along with Grinter Farms – who prided themselves on their sunflower photo-ops. You enjoyed both places immensely, and were happy that Dean did too, even if he wasn’t initially keen on going to either place at first.

“I’m gonna grab us some snacks while you do the pump.” You said, grabbing your wallet from the glove compartment. Once you closed it and before you exited the car, you looked over at Dean, who was currently giving you the most serious look on his face. “What?”

“You already know what I’m going to say Sweetheart.” His tone sounding just as serious as his facial expression had looked. 

“Pie.” You said in unison.

“Cherry or apple?” You asked, the two of you getting out of the car at the same time.

“Like you have to ask.” Dean stated, opening up the fuel cap.

“Just making sure Dean. I mean, I don’t want to come out with apple when you really wanted cherry.” Your comment earned a slight chuckle from him.

“I’ll be getting some cherry pie later, don’t you worry.” He winked.

“I don’t think that applies to me anymore.” You smirked.

“We can always pretend.” He started fueling Baby just then. 

“Now that’s a roleplay idea I can get behind.” You winked at him before making your way into the store.

As soon as you walked into the store to grab some snacks for the two of you – one of which needed to be pie; a car pulled up the next pump over with a group of about four men who all appeared to be from the University of Kansas solely based on their Jayhawks apparel. “I don’t know dude. I’m pretty sure that chick was into me.” One of the men said, causing the one that he was talking to, to roll his eyes.

“No dude. She was into me. She was giving me the old fuck me eyes. Did you not see that? Or were you too busy looking at her ass?” He laughed. It was the other guy’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Can you blame me? You could bounce a quarter off that thing.” The young man replied.

“Hell yeah you could!” The other one agreed, giving each other a high five. 

There was a part of Dean that found their conversation funny because he had remembered when he was like that; but it hadn’t been for some time. Yes, there were times when he was still like that, but it was solely reserved for one woman: and that woman was you.

“Check out that piece of ass in the store there.” Another one of the men who hadn’t talked before was talking now. His comment caused Dean to turn in their direction and then back into the store. There was no other person that they could be talking about but you, as you were the only person in there besides the clerk behind the counter; and Dean was pretty sure they weren’t talking about the balding clerk.

“Bet she’s a good fuck.” One of the men said. Oh you have no idea. Dean thought to himself. 

“I’ll bet you thirty bucks that I can convince her to have sex with me.” The first guy said, the one that had noticed you in the first place.

“Dude, there’s no fucking way she’d have sex with you.” The next guy said. “Look at her! She’s way out of your league. Plus, even if you could pull her, where are the two of you gonna do it uh? The dirty gas station bathroom?” 

“Sure why not? I bet she wouldn’t mind it at all.” He winked. His comment caused Dean to chuckle a little to himself, knowing how wrong that guy was. You and Dean have had sex in a variety of different places, but never a gas station bathroom. “Dean, as much as I love you, I’m not fucking in a gas station bathroom. That’s honestly my only limitation.” You once told him. “So, Waffle House bathroom is okay then?” He joked back, causing you to give him a playful smack on the arm from his remark. 

“Dude, she’s not gonna give you the time of day. She needs a real man. And that ain’t you.” The man started walking around to the other side of the pump and started making his way toward the store. You ain’t a real man dude. Dean thought to himself. None of them were what he would call a man, only boys pretending to be.

“Watch and learn boys!” The guy said using his most charismatic voice. Dean wasn’t worried at all; he knew that you would never give the guy the time of day. You two had been together for the last couple of years, and the group of quote on quote men weren’t remotely your type in the slightest. Dean had seen pictures of your previous exes or have worked cases with them before. All your previous exes besides about one were all hunters; not varsity jock looking guys, and that’s what those guys were.

“Hey kid, I wouldn’t if I were you.” Dean finally chimed in. At first, he wasn’t even going to say anything. He had almost wanted to see the boy come back out the store with the look of utter embarrassment on his face when you had rejected him; which he knew was going to happen. But the jealous side of him won in that moment. He knew that you were more than capable of handling yourself – you were one of the best hunters he’d ever seen or worked with. He’d seen you get hit on plenty of times either when you two went to the bar together or while working a case; but those men never seemed like threats to him. But this time, this time felt different for him.

“I’m sorry?” The guy questioned.

“I said, I wouldn’t if I were you.” Dean said, his voice a bit more stern than usual.

“What’s it to you?” The guy asked, giving a slight snort.

“She’s going to reject you buddy. Trust me.” Dean finished filling the car up and put the pump back in its place. “Just trying to save you the embarrassment in front of your buddies here.”

“Oh yeah? Why do you say that?” The guy turned to look at you. You were currently standing at the counter laughing, probably at something the clerk had just said with two apple pie containers in your hands. Although Dean couldn’t hear your laugh, the sound of it echoed in his brain. God, he loved the sound of your laugh.

“That piece of ass” Dean began to say, hating using the words that they had used to describe you, “is my girlfriend.” Dean smirked. He had hoped that his usual tactic would work like it had done in the past. In the past, whenever Dean was with a woman; regardless if she was his girlfriend or not, the minute he said the word girlfriend to another guy that was hitting on his girlfriend, date, etc. the guy would usually back off, not wanting to get into any trouble. But his usual tactic didn’t work, it had simply just made the guy laugh.

“Your girlfriend?” The man laughed again. “Yeah, okay Old Man.” 

“Old, Old Man?” Dean was caught off guard. No one had ever really called him an old man before; the only one who ever did it was Claire, but she was the exception, because she was basically family to him.

“Yeah. What are you? Like 50?” The guy behind him chimed in.

Dean turned around. “50? You think I’m 50? I’m 42 dude.” Yet more laughter from the men.

“Close enough.” The man that was close to the store said. At that moment Dean had saw you wave goodbye to the clerk and started to head out toward the door. The man looked at you, and then eyed his buddies, making his way toward Dean. “Listen, tell her that if she wants someone that can keep it up without the use of meds and doesn’t go to bed before 6, to give me a call.” The guy said, giving Dean’s shoulder a slight pat before going into the car with his other three buddies.

Dean started to take out his gun just as the guy in the driver’s seat started the engine. Before he could fully take out his gun you were standing next to him, two boxes of pie in your hands and a slight look of worry on your face. “Can I shoot them?” He asked you. 

“Not in public.” You responded, handing him one of the boxes. “What did they say to you?” You were curious, and you had every right to be. Even though you were accustomed to Dean pulling out his gun, you were confused as to why he had wanted to pull it out in that moment, especially since you were pretty sure that the men in the car weren’t any kind of monsters.

“Nothing.” Dean was quick to respond, but his response sounded angry, almost hurt.

“It didn’t look like nothing. Especially since you asked if you could shoot them.” Dean handed you back the box of pie that you had just given him, causing you to give him an even more worried look.

“Can we just leave?” His voice was panicked now, maybe with a small hint of embarrassment.

“Yeah.” Was all you said as the two of you got into Baby.

There was a strong silence between the two of you, and it wasn’t the comfortable kind like you were used to. That was one of the things that you had loved most about Dean; that you and him didn’t constantly need to fill the silence with talking. It was something that you enjoyed because your past boyfriends always needed to have some kind of conversation going because they hated the silence. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Always.” You turned your attention to Dean.

“Am I…Am I old?” He asked. His eyes flicked in your direction and then back onto the road.

“Old?” You asked, not sure if you had heard him right. Him asking if he was old was something that had caught you off guard.

“Yeah. Am I old?” He repeated again.

“Did those guys back there say you were old Dean?” This conversation topic was something that Dean would have never brought up, not unless someone had specifically said something to him. The last time he had this conversation with you was because Claire had jokingly called him an Old Man.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Dean stated. You were positive that’s what it was.

“No. You’re not old Dean. I don’t even know why you would think that.” You knew why he would think that; you were pretty sure that the men back at the gas station had said something to him about it. But you didn’t know why they would have said something to him.

“Those guys back at the gas station called me…Old Man.” His voice sounded slightly defeated, like he was embarrassed even though he had no reason to be. “I caught those assholes looking at you, making comments.” He turned to face you for a slight moment before looking back at the road, his knuckles started to turn white as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. “They were trying to make a bet about who would be able to pick you up. When I confronted them about it, telling them that you were my girlfriend, that’s when they laughed and called me an old man.”

“Dean –” You began to say, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“Sweetheart, I know you could have handled that yourself. You have a black belt in three different martial arts and you don’t take any kind of shit from anyone. Hell, a part of me had wanted to see you embarrass the guy because I know for a fact that he isn’t your type but…he was your age.” He was your age. 

“Well, you’re not old. It’s not like you’re 90 Dean. You’re 42. That’s still young.” You stated, putting your hand on his thigh, a small gesture that you knew he loved. You had hoped that your comment would make him feel slightly better.

“I’m not young Sweetheart, you are. I got like 15 years on you.” His response made your face drop.

“That’s never been a problem for you before. I mean, it’s not like I’m 17 Dean, I’m three years shy of 30.” When you first met Dean, it was roughly five years ago when you were 22 and he was 37. Initially when you had first met him, you had figured that the two of you would be nothing more than just friends due to the semi-massive age difference that there was between the two of you, despite the fact that you did find him attractive. For the first couple of years that you knew him, you didn’t try to pursue anything; and neither did he, although the two of you had similar feelings. Dean had figured that you wouldn’t want to be with someone his age, and you thought that he didn’t want to be with someone your age. It wasn’t until Cas said something and both of you almost dying on a hunt that caused you two to realize that maybe you should give it a shot – and you’ve been together ever since.

“Exactly. You’re three years shy of 30. I’m far, far past that. You know what I was doing at 30? Trying to stop the Apocalypse. When I was 30, you were still in high school. You weren’t even on my radar back then.” 

“Would have been pretty good jailbait though.” You joked.

“Not funny.” He responded.

“I’m not laughing.” You said back.

“Can I ask you another question?” His knuckles were still white against the steering wheel. 

“Of course.” What else could you possibly say?

“Why me? Why out of all the guys you could possibly be with, that are your own age, that you actively choose to be with me? I mean, I know I drink too much, I have way, way too many screws loose, I’ve been to Hell, Purgatory, been possessed more times than I can count, I have major trust issues, PTSD.” He looked over at you again. “The list goes on and on. I’m all kinds of fucked up Sweetheart.” Your heart sank at Dean’s comments. You hated more than anything when he talked bad about himself, because there was no reason for him to do that. 

“Pull over.” Was all you said.

Dean looked at you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Did I stutter? I said pull over.” Your voice was stern now, but it made Dean pull over on the side of the road.

“Dean, the fact that you even have to ask me why I’m with you shows me that you don’t actually realize or understand the reasons why I love you. You’re right, I could be with someone my own age. But you know what? I don’t want to. I’ve dated people my age, and they honestly suck. Hunters or not, men my age or even a year or two older have no fucking clue what they want in life. The only thing they’re positive about is wanting to fuck anything that has a pulse and gaslight women.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “My parents used to tell me, ‘not all men,’ and I knew that. You may have a slight case of alcoholism –”

“A slight case?” Dean interrupted, raising an eyebrow. He thought you saying that he only had a slight case of alcoholism was a tad too generous.

You pointed a finger at him. “Don’t interrupt me.” Dean put up his hands in defeat. “As I was saying. You may have a slight case of alcoholism, are insanely prone to nightmares, get angry more often than you probably should, enjoy murder every now and then, have been to Hell and Purgatory and back, but wanna know something? I’ll take all of that, gladly! Because you are honestly the best man I could ever ask for. Yes, you have some flaws, but who doesn’t? I mean look at me for example.” You went into your jacket and pulled out your hunting knife. “I’m someone who brings a hunting knife wherever they go like it’s a security blanket. No normal person does that Dean.”

“As you should. You need to be prepared at a moments notice.” He agreed.

“Exactly! No sane person would agree with me.” You said, putting back your hunting knife.

“Y/N, are you saying that part of the reason you’re with me is because I’m not sane?” He raised an eyebrow. He’s been called crazy or insane more times than he could count, so this wasn’t particularly newsworthy for him.

“I was thinking more…cautious.” You shrugged. “I mean…No, cautious isn’t the right word. You are cautious but…” You were really trying to come up with the right word to tell Dean, and you could feel it on the tip of your tongue. “What I’m trying to say is, any other guy would be freaked the fuck out if they saw me walking around with a hunting knife in my jacket. You? You couldn’t give two fucks. And you wanna know something else? I’ve worked with a lot of hunters over the years before I met up with you and Sam, who just looked at me and laughed because of my age, thinking that I don’t know the difference between rock salt and holy water.” You took one of his hands in yours intertwining your fingers. “You, not including Sam of course, accepted me as someone that actually knows a thing or two about hunting despite my age. You treated me like your equal. Hunter or not.”

You treated me like your equal. Your words rang in Dean’s mind. “Of course I treat you like my equal Sweetheart. What man wouldn’t? ‘Sides those other hunters and the Jayhawks spirit squad back there.” He chuckled, and you let out a small laugh too.

“Exactly. You’re a feminist icon.” You smiled.

“A feminist icon uh? Who knew?” Dean finally smiled.

“In all seriousness, I could give a rat’s ass about your age. You treat me right and my parents love you. What else could I possibly ask for?” You gave his hand a slight squeeze as you shot him another smile, but a softer one this time.

“Still amazed that your parents love me.” He said, starting to lean in closer to you.

“You treat their daughter right. That’s all they care about.” You confessed. When you had first told your parents about Dean, one of the first things they asked is if he was treating you right, they never asked about his age. And when they had met him, they still never commented on that fact, even when he wasn’t in the room.

He caressed your face. “I really am lucky to have you.” He smiled and leaned in fully to kiss you. “I love you so much.”

You smiled. “I love you more.”

He let out a slight chuckle. “Show off.”

“Always.” You responded, leaning in to kiss him again.

[lila-lou]

✨Stubborn Heat✨

Summary: Jensen is exhausted and coming down with a fever during a busy convention, but his stubbornness won’t let him rest—not until he’s had his way with you.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, language

Word Count: 4458

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

As Jensen walks into the green room, his eyes are heavy and slightly red. He sniffs a few times, texting you to inquire about your whereabouts. But before he can send his messages, you return from the toilet. The two of you are alone, since everyone else is occupied giving autographs or on stage. Jensen doesn’t look particularly good right now.

"Hey", you say softly, noticing the fatigue in his eyes.

"Hey", Jensen replies, his voice sounding tired. "I thought you might've gotten lost".

You give him a sympathetic smile. "Nope, just had to pee".

Jensen nods, but there's a hint of sadness in his eyes. It's your first convention together, and despite being officially together for a year now, it's been a rough journey since his divorce from Danneel became official six months ago. The weight of the past still lingers between you, adding an extra layer of complexity to your relationship.

As Jensen lets himself plop down on the couch, he holds out his hand, signaling for you to sit with him. His forehead rests on his palm, and you can tell he's really tired. You take a seat next to him, feeling the weight of his exhaustion.

Gently, he wraps his big arms around you, pulling you close against him. You lean into his embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence. Despite the fatigue and the challenges you've faced together, being in each other's arms feels like home.

"You okay?", you ask softly, running your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah", he murmurs, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "Just… tired".

You nod in understanding, offering him silent support as you hold each other in the quiet of the green room.

As Jensen holds you close, you mumble softly, "You really don't look okay, Jay".

He lets out a weary chuckle, but it lacks its usual warmth. "Just a long day, baby. Nothing I can't handle".

You're not convinced, though. Carefully, you place your palm against his forehead. It's a bit warm, but not alarmingly so. Still, concern flickers in your eyes as you gaze at him.

"I think you might be coming down with something", you remark, furrowing your brow.

Jensen lets out another sniff, and you can tell he's trying to brush off your concern. "I'm fine, really. Just need some rest".

But you know him well enough to recognize when he's pushing himself too hard.

You had about 15 minutes until Jensen went back on stage. You stand next to a security guard, not wanting to disturb either the fans or Jared and Jensen on stage. From your vantage point, you watch Jensen plaster on a smile for the audience. Despite his fatigue, he's a professional, and he knows how to put on a show for his fans.

As he interacts with the audience, answering questions and sharing anecdotes, you can't help but admire his dedication. But behind the façade, you can still see the weariness in his eyes, the slight slump in his posture.

As the panel goes on, Jensen's voice cracks slightly now and then, but he overplays it perfectly, making it seem like part of his natural charm. The fans are none the wiser, laughing and cheering along with his jokes.

Once the panel ends, Jensen barely has a moment to catch his breath before he has to head to the photo op. The schedule is running a bit behind, leaving him with no opportunity to see you or take a little break. You can see the annoyance etched on his face as he rushes past you, giving you a quick, apologetic glance.

You manage to catch his hand for a brief moment. "Hang in there", you whisper, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

He nods, a tired but grateful smile flickering across his face. "I will. See you soon".

As Jensen moves towards the photo op area, you watch him summon the energy to engage with the fans, each smile and pose a testament to his professionalism. Yet, you can't shake the worry gnawing at you, knowing he desperately needs a moment to rest and recuperate. You resolve to be there for him as soon as his commitments allow, ready to offer the comfort and support he needs.

It was about 8 in the evening when Jensen finally entered the green room with the rest of his colleagues. He looked even more tired than before, dark circles under his eyes and his shoulders slumped. You could see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face.

Without even giving you a glance, he grumbled a simple, “Let’s go”.

You felt a pang of concern but nodded, gathering your things quickly.

While Jensen gave the fans one last smile and wave, you walked more between the bodyguards and assistants than beside him, since the two of you wanted to keep your attendance this weekend low-key. The crowd’s cheers and flashes of cameras felt distant as you made your way through the throng of people.

As you reached the exit, Jensen finally turned to you, his eyes softening slightly. “Sorry for being grumpy”, he murmured, his voice barely audible over the noise.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. Let’s just get you home”.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. Jensen leaned his head against the window, eyes closed, as if savoring the brief respite.

When you finally arrived at the hotel, you guided Jensen to your room, helping him out of his jacket and shoes. He collapsed onto the bed with a heavy sigh, clearly relieved to be away from the chaos.

You knew he didn’t want to be grumpy with you, but you couldn’t hide your disappointment about today. It was your first convention being the new girl at his side, and you saw him less than the fans did. And then he gave you the grumpiness while the fans got the smiles and charm.

As you moved around the room, tidying up and getting things ready for the night, you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt. You understood the demands of his job, but it didn’t make it any easier to handle the disconnect.

Jensen, sensing your unease, opened his eyes and looked at you. “Hey”, he said softly. “I know today was rough. I’m sorry I took it out on you”.

You paused, turning to face him. “I know you’re tired, Jensen. I just… I guess I hoped we’d get to spend a bit more time together. It’s hard seeing you give everything to everyone else and having nothing left for us”.

He sighed deeply, sitting up slightly.

With a soft sigh, you felt a pang of guilt for expressing your frustrations. You knew Jensen's heart was in the right place, even if his actions sometimes fell short of your expectations.

Suddenly, Jensen's expression softened, and he reached out his hand to you. "C'mere", he said softly, waving to himself lazily.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should accept his invitation. But his warm gaze melted away your reservations, and you slowly walked towards him, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation.

As you reached him, Jensen pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Finally being close to him again, you nestled into his embrace, feeling the tension melt away.

With his arms tight around your waist, Jensen's lips brushed against your jaw and ear, his murmurs sending shivers down your spine. "You know, sweetheart", he whispered, "there's something special I've been saving just for you. How would you like it if I showed you something that only you're allowed to get from me?".

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, anticipation coursing through your veins. "I'd love that", you whispered back, a smile tugging at your lips.

Jensen smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously as he pulled himself away slightly.

"How about", he murmured, his voice low and husky, "you get out of that little dress of yours?".

A flush spread across your cheeks at his suggestion, but excitement bubbled in your chest. With a coy smile, you leaned in closer, letting your fingers trace lightly along the collar of his shirt.

"Only if you promise to make it worth my while", you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen's grin widened, a playful sparkle dancing in his eyes. "Oh, sweetheart, I'll make it more than worth your while", he replied, his voice laced with promise.

You pulled your dress over your head, revealing nothing underneath but a delicate lace thong. Jensen's breath caught in his throat as he watched, his gaze raking over your exposed skin with hunger.

A deep groan escaped his lips as he took in the sight of your hardened nipples, the desire in his eyes intensifying. Without a word, he reached out to pull you close, his hands trailing along the curves of your body as he kissed you hungrily.

With a sense of urgency, you gently pushed Jensen farther towards the headpiece of the bed, determined to take care of him. As you started to unbutton his dress shirt, Jensen watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, a mixture of desire and exhaustion swirling in their depths.

But as your fingers brushed against his skin, you couldn’t ignore the heat radiating from his body. His chest practically glowed underneath your fingertips, and you could feel the fever simmering beneath the surface.

Despite his efforts to overplay it, Jensen was definitely sick. The realization sent a pang of worry through you.

Jensen sensing your hesitation, rolled his eyes and growled softly, a mix of frustration and determination crossing his features. In one swift move, he turned you over, overplaying the dizziness that accompanied the motion. Now, he hovered above you, his hardness pressing insistently against your still-covered core.

“Jensen, you’re not well”, you demanded, concern lacing your voice.

His eyes darkened with a mixture of defiance and desire as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “I’m gonna fucking show you how pretty well I am”, he mumbled, his voice rough but full of intent.

Despite the heat radiating from his fevered body, his hands moved with practiced ease, sliding down your sides, eliciting shivers of anticipation. The room seemed to pulse with the intensity of the moment, a mix of passion and worry intertwining as Jensen sought to prove his strength and you struggled to temper your concern.

With a soft sigh, you stopped resisting, knowing exactly that Jensen would get his way like always. You were putty in his hands, and he knew it. The moment your resistance melted away, Jensen's lips found their way to your jaw, kissing it down to your neck.

His touch was both urgent and tender, each kiss sending shivers down your spine. As he continued his trail of kisses, his hands roamed over your body, heightening your senses and deepening your desire.

"That's it", he murmured against your skin, his voice a mix of satisfaction and raw need. "Just let go, baby".

You arched into him, your body responding to his every touch. Despite the worry gnawing at the back of your mind, you couldn't deny the electricity between you, the way he made you feel like no one else could.

Jensen's hands slid down to your thong, his fingers hooking under the delicate fabric and slowly pulling it down. The anticipation built with every movement, your breath coming faster as you felt the heat of his body pressing against yours.

"Jay", you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of need and concern. "Promise me you'll rest after this".

He paused, lifting his head to look into your eyes. The fevered intensity in his gaze softened slightly, replaced by a glimmer of affection. "I promise", he replied, his voice sincere. "But right now, I need you".

His words sent a fresh wave of desire through you, and you reached up to pull him closer, your lips meeting in a searing kiss.

Shortly after, you pushed him back, forcing him to sit on the bed, and crawled above him, your movements deliberate and commanding. His eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and anticipation reflecting in their depths.

“We’re doing it my way, then”, you ordered, your voice firm yet sultry. “Meaning I do the work”.

Jensen’s breath hitched as he watched you take control. You reached for his belt, fingers deftly working to undo it. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops filled the room, adding to the tension building between you.

His hands rested on your hips, his grip firm but allowing you to take the lead. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his fevered state only heightening the urgency of the moment.

With his belt undone, you moved to unbutton his jeans, your hands brushing against the hard outline of his arousal. Jensen let out a low moan, his head falling back slightly as he watched you with heavy-lidded eyes.

Jensen tried hard to focus, but his sickness clouded his mind. Still, as you undressed him, his erection stood hard and proud, showing his desire.

Despite his fever, Jensen responded eagerly to your touch.

You gave him a few pumps, feeling his hardness pulse beneath your touch. Then, you straddled his lap, feeling the warmth of his body beneath you. With his head resting against the headpiece of the bed, Jensen watched your every move.

With a knowing smile, Jensen brushed his thumb over your lips. Without hesitation, you eagerly licked his thumb, coating it with saliva.

He then brought his wet thumb to your clit, which was inches above his hard erection, rubbing your sensitive nub lazily. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body.

You moaned softly. Jensen's eyes darkened with desire as he continued to tease you, his movements deliberate and tantalizing.

He grabbed the base of his dick, positioning it just at the entrance of your slick folds. With a slow, deliberate motion, he spread your arousal with the hot head of his cock, dragging it through your slick slit, up to your swollen clit.

You gasped as he teased your most sensitive spot, the friction driving you to the edge of ecstasy.

Jensen's touch was both gentle and firm, his movements expertly calculated to drive you insane. With each stroke, you felt yourself growing closer to the edge, the tension building to a fever pitch.

With a throaty voice, Jensen leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Sit".

As you obeyed his command, slowly lowering yourself onto him, you felt the familiar pang of pain as you stretched to accommodate his size. But like always, you couldn't take him completely, the fullness almost overwhelming.

Jensen's hands gripped your hips firmly, his touch both possessive and reassuring. "That's it", he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Take me, baby".

You gasped at his words, the pleasure and pain mingling together in a heady rush. With each inch that disappeared inside you, the tension in the air grew thicker.

Jensen groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest as he let his head fall back, overwhelmed by the sensation of you surrounding him. His grip on your hips tightened, almost bruising, urging you to move, but you needed a moment to ease the pain.

Feeling his urgency, you placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back onto the bed. “Give me a moment”, you whispered, your voice strained with discomfort.

Feeling your discomfort, Jensen's usually attentive nature struggled to break through the fog of his sickness. His mind was clouded, his thoughts sluggish and muddled, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the overwhelming sensation of you surrounding him.

Usually, he would have made sure you were alright, his concern for your well-being paramount in his mind. But in that moment, his body was beyond weak, drained of energy by the fever raging within him. So instead of speaking, he simply nodded in response to your request, his eyes falling shut every now and then as he fought to keep himself present.

As you took a moment to ease the pain, Jensen let out a soft sigh, the tension in his body slowly dissipating as he allowed himself to relax. Despite the discomfort and the overwhelming fatigue that weighed heavily on him, he couldn't deny the spark of desire that still burned within him, fueled by the raw intimacy of the moment.

You started to move your hips, the slow, deliberate motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Your hands steadied yourself on his biceps, feeling the strength beneath your touch, while Jensen held onto your hips lazily.

As you found your rhythm, the tension in the air grew thicker, the anticipation building with each thrust. Jensen's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking with yours in a heated stare.

"You feel so good", he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

You moaned in response, the sensation of him inside you overwhelming your senses. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a moment of raw intimacy.

But as you felt the heat radiating from Jensen's body, concern gnawed at the edges of your mind. Carefully, you placed your palm against his forehead, your breath hitching as you confirmed just how hot he was.

Sensing your worry, Jensen weakly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. Before you could speak, he let out a low growl, his voice hoarse with exertion.

"Don't even fucking think about it", he demanded, his words laced with stubborn determination.

You hesitated, torn between your concern for Jensen's well-being and your desire to continue. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw the fierce resolve that burned within him, the same determination that had carried him through countless challenges before.

With a sigh, you relented, knowing that Jensen wouldn't back down until he had proven his strength.

Jensen's hips met yours with a forceful thrust, a reminder to stay present in the moment.

You winced at the depth of his thrust, feeling the pressure build within you as you struggled to maintain your balance against his chest.

"Jensen", you gasped, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming. "Easy".

But Jensen's response was a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he urged you to keep moving. "Don't stop", he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Keep going".

While you moved your hips, Jensen leaned forward, pressing soft, heated kisses along your collarbone. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close as if he could draw strength from your connection. You could feel his breath hot and heavy against your skin, mingling with the fever sweat that dampened his forehead.

Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands and pulling gently, urging him to continue. With each movement, you took him in deeper, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through both of you.

"Jensen", you breathed, your voice a mixture of concern and desire, "you're burning up".

He groaned against your neck, his forehead pressing against your skin. "Don't care", he murmured, his voice strained but determined. "Need you…need this".

The raw need in his voice sent a thrill through you. You moved together, the rhythm building with each thrust, the heat between you growing more intense.

"Just…stay with me", Jensen whispered, his voice rough and filled with emotion. "Don't stop".

Your heart ached with a mixture of love and worry, but you nodded, determined to give him what he needed.

With his hot lips kissing your skin, you clenched around him, the sensation driving him deeper inside you. Goosebumps rose on your skin where his arms held you tightly, the contrast between his fevered body and your own adding to the intensity of the moment.

Your breathing grew heavier, each gasp and moan escaping your lips as you felt yourself nearing climax.

“Jensen”, you moaned, your voice filled with both desire and urgency.

Hearing his name, Jensen pressed you tighter against himself, his head still weakly buried in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot and ragged against your skin, mingling with the sweat that dampened both of your bodies. He held you as if you were his anchor, grounding him amidst the fever and exhaustion.

“Come for me”, he murmured into your neck, his voice rough and commanding despite his weakened state.

The raw need in his voice pushed you over the edge. With a final, shuddering gasp, you let go, your climax washing over you in powerful waves. Your body tightened around him, drawing a deep groan from Jensen as he felt you pulse around him.

As you reached the peak of your pleasure, your nails dug into Jensen’s shoulders, the sensation sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through him. He hissed against your neck, the sound muffled by the heat of the moment.

Feeling you clenching so tightly around him, Jensen couldn’t hold back any longer. With a throaty groan, he released deep inside you, his body tensing as he spilled himself into you.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned, his voice hoarse and exhausted, his breath coming in ragged pants. He buried his face against your neck, seeking solace in the warmth of your embrace.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, lost in the aftermath of your shared release.

Jensen could barely catch his breath at the intensity of his climax and the strong dizziness that followed. His body felt even weaker now as he held onto you. With each ragged breath, he tried to regain his composure, the waves of exhaustion washing over him.

You felt his dick slowly softening inside you. With a tender touch, you ran your fingers through his hair, soothing him with your touch.

"Are you okay?", you whispered softly, concern lacing your voice.

Jensen nodded weakly, his forehead still pressed against your neck. "Yeah", he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just…need a moment".

You nodded, holding him close as you both caught your breath.

After a few seconds, you gently pushed him to lay back, brushing a tender kiss over his cheek. “I’m going to get some medicine for you”, you murmured softly, your voice filled with concern.

As you carefully got up from the bed, you moved with gentle care, not wanting to disturb him further. Making your way to the bathroom, you took a moment to clean up and pull on some clothes.

As you returned from the pharmacy, your heart sank at the sight of Jensen emerging from the bathroom, his figure clad only in boxers, still sweating and clearly exhausted. His eyes were half-open, glassy, and red, a clear sign of his illness. With a heavy sigh, you set the medicine down on the bedside table and approached him with concern etched on your face.

"Hey, Jensen", you said softly, reaching out to brush a gentle hand over his arm. "Got some medicine for you".

Jensen's eyes flickered with recognition as he glanced at you, his expression a mix of fatigue and gratitude. "Already?", he murmured, his voice hoarse and strained. He made his way back to the bed, his muscles flexing with each step.

You nodded, offering him a sympathetic smile. "Yeah", you replied gently. "Let's get you feeling better, okay? You look like you could use some rest".

With a weary nod, Jensen settled back onto the bed, his exhaustion evident in every line of his body. As you handed him the medicine and a glass of water, you couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for him. But you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on providing him with the comfort and care he needed in that moment.

After taking the medicine, Jensen leaned back, his eyes closed in a futile attempt to find some relief from his discomfort. “I feel like shit”, he grumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. A quiet cough escaped him, punctuating his words with a harsh reminder of his illness.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy as you watched him struggle. “I know", you murmured softly.

Jensen let out a tired sigh, his frustration evident in every line of his body. “Tomorrow’s gonna be hell with the second day of the convention”, he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

You laid your palm carefully against his forehead again, sighing as it still felt hot to the touch.

Heading to the minibar, you grabbed a bottle of water and returned to his side. "Here, drink up", you instructed gently, holding the bottle out to him.

Jensen nodded weakly, accepting the water. He took a few sips, the cool liquid providing some relief to his parched throat.

As he drank, you quickly shed your clothes. With a soft sigh, you settled back onto the bed beside him.

As Jensen looked towards you, his gaze filled with longing, you could see the silent question in his eyes. Why wouldn't you cuddle against him? He weakly brushed his arm up the pillow, silently inviting you to slip into your usual place beside him.

Feeling a surge of warmth in your heart, you couldn't resist his silent plea. With a soft smile, you shifted closer to him, sliding into the space beside him on the bed. His arm wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you close against his warm, fevered body.

With Jensen's steady heartbeat as your lullaby, you closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion of the day finally catch up with you.

A sense of relaxation washed over him as he felt the coolness of your body against his fevered skin. Your face nestled against his chest, you wrapped one arm around his torso, seeking comfort and solace in his embrace.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to bask in the warmth and security of being in Jensen's arms. Despite his sickness and occasional grumpiness, being with him felt like coming home.

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

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[ninii-winchester]

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Angst- 🌧️

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Dean Winchester :

ONE/TWO SHOTS AND DRABBLES

The heart wants what it wants : Dean falls for a simple girl, would he lose her over his life as a hunter. 🌧️🫶🏻

Deepest Desire : What happens when Dean reveals his deepest desire and it’s not what Y/n expected. 🌧️

Chosen Affection : Part 2 to Deepest desire. Dean tells Y/n the truth. 🌧️🫶🏻🥵

One of your girls : Y/n attempts to seduce Dean in a bar. 🥵

Only girl : Part 2 to One of your girls 💦🫶🏻

R and R : Just some Rest and Relaxation. 🥵

Shut up, Winchester : Dean does the one eight reverse thing on Baby. 🫶🏻🥵

I don’t wanna live forever : Dean’s a demon and doesn’t want to go back, will y/n be able to convince him? 🌧️

Dusk till Dawn : Part 2 to I don’t wanna live forever, what happens when Sam brings Dean back. 🌧️🫶🏻🥵

But Daddy, I love him : Dean fell in love with a demon, Crowley’s daughter specifically. 🫶🏻

Baby : Who is Dean’s baby? 🫶🏻

Tender Care : Y/n takes care of Dean when he’s sick.🫶🏻

Lie to me : Y/n asks Dean do her a favour and lie to her. 🌧️

Fleeting love : Dean’s high school love story.🫶🏻🌧️

Timeless love : Part 2 to fleeting love, Dean and Y/n meet again. 🌧️🫶🏻

The Witch and the Hunter : Dean doesn’t like cats or witches, ironically he falls for both. 🫶🏻

Trust in Ashes : Dean betrays Y/n’s trust. 🌧️

MINI SERIES

Revived: A witch hunt goes wrong and Dean dies. 🌧️🫶🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Completed)

You’d never know : Dean bears the consequences of saying something he shouldn’t have said. 🌧️🫶🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Completed)

Crossed Allegiances : What happens when Y/n has to choose her life over love. 🌧️🫶🏻💦

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Completed)

SERIES

Unveiled Sorrows : Dean and Y/n’s complicated journey through the Apocalypse. 🌧️🫶🏻🥵

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue (Completed)

Behind Closed Doors : Boss Dean AU. 🌧️🫶🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Epilogue

Jensen Ackles:

ONE/ TWO SHOTS AND DRABBLES:

Reverie : A heartfelt banter between Mr and Mrs Ackles 🫶🏻

Sam Winchester :

ONE/TWO SHOTS AND DRABBLES :

Uncertainty : A case leads Y/n to some revelations. 🌧️🫶🏻

What’s a girl gotta do : Find out what’s a girl gotta do to be loved. 🫶🏻

Slumber Party: Sam’s girl braids his hair. 🫶🏻

Others:

Blue eyed stud : Damon X Reader. (TVD)

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | DC Convention, September 22, 2024, Main Panel Summary

(FangasmSPN)

Jensen apparently filmed all night on Friday and flew straight here ??? does he sleep???? (x) JJ to her dad: I miss you so much I can't even function. @JensenAckles : I have a few more years of being the center of her universe #SPNDC (x) When asked what they would tell their 16-year old that wants a tattoo, @JensenAckles "A tattoo is a story. You should wait until you've lived enough life to have a good story." (x) Jensen: at 15 you don't have anything figured out yet so just tell her that (x) “There was a scene where dean gets upset and takes a crow bar to the car… and that hurt. That hurt Jensen. But they actually had a panel there so, just so you know, I wasn’t hitting… ✨her✨” (x) Someone asked if there’s a question that they’re like “ugh i hope they hope people don’t ask this agaINNNNN”and Jared said some of the prank stuff i could kiss him (x) Jensen did say tho that even questions they’ve been asked before they think on them over time and there’s not really an “oh no” question cuz we’re all so respectful and good about stuff and if there IS a problem they’ll be like “not answering that NEXT” (x) Jensen: My partner on this new show is 6’6. a 265 lb rugby player. I look TINY compared to him. Like a little baby boy #spndc (x) Question: "Is there anything you would like people to know about you?" @JensenAckles "I am not a good liar. Being an actor, you'd think I'd be a better liar, but I'm not. @DanneelHarris catches me whenever I try." (x) Apparently Danneel can always fucking tell when Jensen is lying lmfao she’s like “you’re AWFUL at that” (x) .@JensenAckles : I wish these communities of fans existed when we were young. I'm glad they do today. #SPNDC (x) Fan: I have anxiety and depression so i just need advice on how to handle it Jared: i seek professional help. i do! Jensen: I think you’ve already taken a huge step in just admitting it to a room of hundreds. know its a journey. It's not something that just gets fixed (x) Dream roles they’ve always wanted to play Jensen: batman. James Bond. Indiana Jones. and a Jedi. (x) Fan: *ask abt video games* Jensen: Dean would just kill dance dance revolution (x)

[k-slla]

Like A Wrecking Ball

Gif is just to get your attention- this is not a Demon!Dean fic- I hope I won't disappoint you! 🔥🤭

A/N- had a dream yesterday, listened to THIS SONG and voilà- here you go! 🫣🤭

Pairing- Jensen x Fem!reader

Warnings - 18+ ONLY, semi-public/public fingering, hair pulling, unprotected PinV, breeding kink, dirty talk - if I missed any, let me know:)

W/C: ~1.7 | My Masterlist

Not proofread (only once, instead of my usual 5 times😅)/mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

To some, it might have seemed rude of you to steal Jensen from his party, but he for sure didn't seem too mad about it. How much small talk does one have to make on his own birthday anyway. They'll forgive him for ditching the dinner with you.

You didn't plan this night to end this way. At least not this quickly, but you only had yourself to blame for that. Hadn't you started playing footsie with him during dinner, he probably wouldn't have pulled you to the bathroom either. That's where it all went down. Or in his case, up. But you wouldn't have liked to get caught by someone, so you kept the action in there short. It would have been a thrill for sure, but having both of your parents at the party, the risk of being busted was way too high.

Now you both sat in the backseat of a taxi, panting hard between your kisses, unable to keep your hands to yourselves. Jensen's fingers slid up your thighs under your dress, where you had already drenched your panties. You had to bite hard down on your lower lip to keep your moan under control, when he slipped one finger past your lace underwear, pushing it into your cunt. You grabbed onto his wrist to stop him, even though it was the last thing you wanted to do, it would have been too hard for you to keep quiet if he'd kept going. “Please, Jensen.”

You looked into his eyes. Desire had darkened them almost black. “No, sweetheart.” He laughed at you.

“You know the order. First my fingers.” He whispered, kissing down your neck, and slipping his hand back into your underwear. His lips moved up to kiss the delicate skin under your ear. Tickling of his beard made you pull your shoulder up and squeaked lightly. You didn't let him get away with the teasing, and swiftly unzipped his dress pants, and locked your hand around his cock over the boxers.

Neither of you cared what the driver thought of you two. It was too late for that. This definitely wasn't the first time for neither of you to make out, and even more, in a taxi.

Feeling your hand in his pants, Jensen gasped. “Fuck.”

“You didn't finish telling me the order, babe. Cat got your tongue?” You teased close to his lips as you saw how hard it was for him to get a word out.

He slid his tongue past your lips, claiming what's his, and stealing your breath with the kiss. Jensen pulled his fingers out of you and settled on rubbing your clit through the thin lace cover.

“You know what's coming after my fingers.” He smiled darkly, making your imagination run wild.

Of course you knew the order. The same one he had set in the beginning of your relationship. The order always remained the same.

First he'd use his hands to make you cum on his fingers, depending on his mood, he always didn't let you finish the first round. Jensen loved to see you beg for him until you were in tears.

Then he'd take sweet sweet time to eat you out. That man loved your pussy more than breathing, and when eating you out, he was always generous, making you finish on his face for him to lap up your juices like he was saved from the desert in thirst.

And finally, after all that teasing and torture, he'd finally claim you as his and that was always the sweetest release you waited for the most. Your bodies were just made for each other, you swallowing every inch of him, Jensen always filling your cunt to the brim with his seed. Simply put, starting a family was the next big step in your lives, and both of you made sure that you'd enjoy the journey to the destination to the fullest.

You didn't know how much longer you could hold on. The drive home seemed just infinite. Suddenly Jensen pulled away from you and drew back to the opposite side of the backseat.

Your mind was completely fogged, thinking only about what was waiting for you at home. The need you had for him right now was unbearable. But you didn't have to suffer for long.

The car pulled to a stop in front of your and Jensen's home, and you tried your best to keep your composure getting out of the car. Neither of you touched each other while Jensen unlocked the door. As soon as it closed behind you, you were both at each other again, not bothering to find your way to your bedroom.

You began to quickly peel off layers from Jensen, starting with the jacket while he worked on his pants, until there was nothing left on him. You took a step back, looking up and down on him, feeling the arousal pool between your legs from hunger at the sight of his hard cock. “Jesus, how are you real....” you muttered, holding your breath. He closed the distance between you and grabbed your face into his palms, pulling you into a heated kiss, before he whispered into your ear.

“Was your dress expensive?”

“What? No.” You whispered and pulled away in confusion.

But Jensen's arms around you kept you close to his body and before you knew he had ripped open the back of your dress, making the buttons from the back of it fly across the room.

“Jensen!” You yelped, completely surprised by his action.

“What?” He laughed and his ‘not-so-innocent’ innocent laugh brought a smile to your face, too. Jensen removed your dress, leaving you only in your underwear and thigh high stockings. Running his hands over your ass, he pulled you back into him.

“Fuck, you're damn gorgeous, you know that?” His fingers locked in your hair, pulling on it and making you mewl in the pleasurable pain, moving forward slowly so you'd back into an old oak dresser decorating the hallway.

The sloppy wet kisses he left on your neck tied your tongue. “Jens- please.”

“You're thinking what I'm thinking, babe, hmm?” You knew exactly what he meant and nodded eagerly. Step number two was definitely going to be skipped tonight. Immediately he curled his thumb under your panties and pulled them down.

“Oohh, fuck..” you let out a shuddering breath when a slight coldness touched your wet pussy.

“Up.” Jensen said and helped you onto the dresser, pulling your legs open for him. He didn't waste any time and in a quick move he sheathed himself inside you. Your head fell back in silent scream and nails dug deep into his muscular shoulders. “Oh…oh, fuck...yes...” you breathed out heavily with each of his deep thrust. He picked up speed and it was harder for you to control yourself.

“Don't you hold back now, love....I want you to be heard to the end of the street..” he gently brushed away a strand from your face that had fallen out of your hairdo.

Jensen loved when you couldn't keep quiet. He just enjoyed hearing you cum, the louder the better, whether it would happen on his fingers, all over his face or on his cock with him when he fucked you. He enjoyed all you had to give to him.

You sat up, bringing Jensen's face closer to yours, kissing him hard and pulling his hair, drawing a deep groan out of him. His fingers dug deeper into hips, holding you in place for him to keep pounding harder into your pussy.

Jensen's moves and words started to clash with each other. From his moves it seemed like you were just an inanimate toy for him to rut into, but he still spoke sweetly against your lips. Showering you with affection and praises, softly caressing the rest of your body, that wasn't getting used by him.

“Fuck..love you, baby..love your little pussy..gonna put my babies into you.” his eyes were completely fixated on yours, keeping you from looking away, his moves not faltering yet. “You'll take my babies, won't you?” He breathed out harshly, thumb brushing over your plump lips.

“Yes! Please, babe..Fuck.. I'm getting closer..” you cried out. “I need…ah…” Jensen groaned deeply when he felt your pussy clenching around his cock, trying to keep him inside of you.

Without another warning, you suddenly snapped. “Oh, god, Jensen! Yes!” Your head fell onto his shoulder, completely overtaken by bliss as Jensen kept driving into you.

“You're so good for me, baby, coming on my cock just as I like it.” He gently lifted your head from his shoulder. “Aren’t you a good girl?” His green eyes looked for an answer in yours, but all you managed was to nod.

Just as you, Jensen was breathless. “I’m getting close, sweetie, but I want you cum again..with me. Can you do that?”

“Yes..” you shuddered, and bit your lips, already feeling it build inside you.

Your hands draped over his shoulders, pulling him flush against you. Jensen's nibbed on the delicate skin on your neck. It didn't take long for you to fall apart for him again. But now you were just a soundless mess, waiting for him to cum and fill you.

With a hard groan, he stopped inside you, spilling his seed into your womb. “Oh, god..I love you, Jensen..” you whispered in the crook of his neck.

He pulled away slightly to take a look at you, but your bodies stayed connected. “I love you, too.” He pressed a soft kiss on your swollen lips, relishing the taste of the little bit of gloss that was still left on your lips.

You held onto his face, not allowing him to pull away from the kiss. Although you were satisfied, very much so, the stubble under your fingers made you now miss the feeling of his tongue and his tickling beard between your legs.

“Hmm, what did you say?” You asked with a grin on your face, enjoying the confusion on his. “You're still hungry? Mm, yeah, me too..”

He started laughing and lifted you off the dresser. He tugged on your hair and a little slap landed on your ass before he turned you towards your bedroom. “Go. You know the position I want you in.”

He let go of you and you quickly went to your bedroom to wait for Jensen to follow you. Laying on the bed you let out a big sigh. You had no regrets on leaving the party, and were quite sure neither did he. Your anticipation was high when you heard him walking into the room.

The night was still not over for you.

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[lilacevans]

༊*·˚ main materlist | pete's place's opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ pairings & future pairings: pete brenner x female!reader. lloyd hansen x female!reader. ari levinson x female!reader. curtis everett x female!reader. steve rogers x female!reader. jake jensen x female!reader. (and others that will be revealed at a later date.)

word count: 1026 | series rating: explicit. ༊*·˚

warnings: implied abusive relationship, homelessness, alcohol, general sadness.

this is a dark au. minors are not welcome here.

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ notes: the intro is here!! it's here!! i proof read as much as i could, however some mistakes may remain. i was gonna share a little more, but i think this is perfect for setting up the first chapter! i'm so excited to share this with you! please let me know what you think! reblogs save lives! mwah! enjoy!!

A year after you packed brown boxes scrawled with black ink, clothes stuffed into various bags, and the hope of true love, into the back of your car, to move across the country to live with your ex-boyfriend, you find yourself one night in a heart pounding screaming match.

Thrown dishes, broken glass, picture frames on the floor. The remnants of a lost love etched by the sounds of your cries into the tattered walls of the home you shared.

With pleading cries, tear stained cheeks, and heart in your throat, you’re grabbed and shoved out the door in nothing but a pair of sweats, and shirt with a coat being darted at you whilst you laid on the ground. One too many hours were spent afterwards pounding your fists against the front door, begging  to at least have your purse so you can get a hotel room. 

Just as you were about to leave, looking down at your battered, red hands, your purse was dropped out of a window; the contents spilled onto the grass below. With a sigh, either sadness or relief; you weren't sure which, you bent to pick up your scattered belongings, cursing the man during. 

Luckily, you had everything you needed; cash, ID, and your shitty, overused phone. 

You called around for a cab, numb fingers shaking as you pressed the blurry numbers, but with it being Friday night, you were looking at a long wait so instead, you decided to cut your losses and walk to find the nearest hotel. 

The downside of moving, and being essentially trapped within the same four walls for months on end, is that you quickly found yourself lost– and being lost on Skid Row was the last place you wanted to be.

You willed your tears to not fall after you walked by tent after tent, stranger after stranger, clutching your purse tight, old key’s spread between your fingers, and finally found yourself outside the Hotel Cecil. You laughed to yourself in disbelief of having to head inside and get a room; but nonetheless, you did just that. 

Lying on a dingy bedspread, surrounded by more nicotine-stained walls, you muffled your cries behind your hands and slowly fell into a sombre slumber and wondered just how the fuck you had gotten yourself here. 

Over the next few days, you walked around, getting to know your surroundings and applying for jobs left and right. You were forced to ration your food while you looked around for cheaper hotel rooms. You were trying your hardest to avoid the sprawls of clubs begging for dancers but after finding yourself downtrodden after applying for yet another job and getting immediately dismissed, and not having any luck finding a cheaper room, you walked back to your grubby hotel and bump— quite literally— into two drunk guys. 

‘’Ooh, one of Pete’s girls,’’ The guy slurred while his eyes glazed filthily over your body making you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself. 

‘’I don’t know who that is and I’m certainly not one of anyone's girls,’’ You defend, slowly backing away as the guy then sighs and points behind you. 

‘’Well, you’d sure fit in with the rest of ‘em.’’ 

With that, the men carried on with their drunken journey while you left bewildered. 

You shook your head and turned to carry on home when you were suddenly blinded by a huge, purple neon sign:

Pete’s Place.

Underneath a small notice hung from the sign read: Dancers Apply Within. 

You looked around and whined quietly while you watched patron after patron enter the club. Two heavily built doormen eyed you. You shook out your bundling nerves, hung your head and followed the thump of the bass into the belly of the seedy club. Red and purple hues guided you into the belly of the club where you found red booths filled with drunk bodies that circled small stages. Girls with perfect form swirled around the pole, capturing the attention of everyone inside. 

‘’And who might you be?’’

You turned to find a man staring intensely, glass warm in hand, sharp suit and sea-blue eyes. Your mouth hung, mind blank for a moment before sputtering out,

‘’Oh, I–  I’m looking for the owner– I was hoping to… Audition…’’ You trailed off as the man began to circle you, fingers pried away your coat slightly, gaze wandering over your body. Calloused fingers tilted your chin upwards while he inspected your face before a slight smile appeared on his lips.

‘’Yeah, you’ll do,’’ He concluded and began to walk away. ‘’Follow me.’’

‘’I take it you’re the owner,’’ you inquired as you followed the man to the other side of the club and down a dimly lit hallway, smiling back at, what you assumed was, one of his girls. ‘’You’re Pete?’’ 

‘’That’s me,’’ he confirmed as you’re led into an office. ‘’Gonna need to see ID, need you to sign a couple contracts, and for you to take your clothes off,’’ he quick fired as he sat himself in his chair and threw a small stack of paper across the table. 

‘’Excuse me? Contracts?’’

‘’All my girls sign to stay loyal to the club, I don’t need anyone running off and taking my profits with him– helps limit competition, and I need to see what I’m working with here, you’re not exactly gonna be wearing a winter coat out there. Usually you’d come during the day, work the pole but, I got three of my regular girls out tonight, so it’s your lucky day.’’

‘’Oh,’’ You answer simply, pausing before a moment.  ‘’Right, yeah, lucky me– Of course,’’ you stumble out as you reach into your pocket and slide your ID on to his desk before peeling your jacket off and taking in a heavy breath before lifting your shirt over your head and sliding down your skirt with shaking hands.

‘’Over here,’’ Pete summoned, fingers tapped at his desk before turning his chair to the side to make use of empty space, relaxing into the chair with parted legs. 

‘’Show me what you can do.’’

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Limelight Series - Chapter 7

Happy Monday! So the universe has worked in my favor for once! here it is! Chapter 7 of the Limelight Series! It is a bit long, but I think its worth it. This will be the last chapter for this series for a while, but it does end on a good note, so I think you all will be happy with it, and can draw your own conclusions of what happens after.

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.

If you haven't read chapter six, click here to read it and then come back to read chapter 7.

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.

Six Month time jump from the end of Chapter 6

“Well look at what the cat dragged in! Is that the famous Y/N? The one that is dating that gorgeous actor from that one show…oh you know that one….” James sarcastically says, leaning his head back and pondering as if he is thinking long and hard for the answer.

“Yeah, Yeah, very funny” you quip back, making your way through the deserted bar and towards him. It being Sunday and all, the one day that he closes so he can give staff the night off, and him time to do inventory and payroll. You knew you would find him here, you need to see your friend. You take a seat on a barstool facing him.

He gives you a wicked smile. “Oh come on, Y/N, you know I'm only kidding. Besides, I know you can handle it.” He says tossing down a coaster and starts to grab the tequila without you asking for a margarita.

“But, I haven’t seen you around much, are you doing okay?” He asks, finishing up the drink and sitting it down in front of you. 

You take a moment to really think about his question, how are you doing? Really? Fine? Okay? I mean for the most part life hasn’t changed too much, your relationship with Jensen has been good, the long distance thing is not ideal, but…is it a relationship at all? 

Looking at James, you can tell he is waiting with anticipation to hear all the latest gossip. Leaning towards you, that smile plastered on his sunkiss face. God, how you wish you could give him something, anything. But you really have nothing. 

“I am fine, just busy at the studio is all. Had some great responses from my show a few months back so…how about you?” You ask, doing your best to push through. Giving James a smile, you take a much needed drink. Bypassing the subject of Jensen for now. 

You half listen to him talk about the staff turn over, the loss of the summer crowd, and how he can’t believe he is actually looking forward to the college kids coming back. It's not that James is self involved, per say, it's more that, get him talking about work, or about his stressors, and you can have him focus more on himself then you. Which in this monument, might be what you actually need. 

“That's Haven for you, out with the rich tourist, in with the drunk frat kids. Ugh, I am just happy not to have to deal with them if I am still going to be seeing Jensen.” Shaking your head at the thought of the girls that would give you grief and the guys that would act like ‘Dean’ just to get a free drink.

James gives you a curious look, “What do you mean, ‘if you're still dating Jensen.’ You two are not the happy couple I keep reading about on page 6 in the Haven Harold or online in People?”

Oh shit, didn’t think he would pick up on that. You give him a sheepish smile. Better get on the defense. 

“Okay first of all. Mrs. Hanson needs to get something new to print on page 6 besides the load of B.S. you supply her…” You throw back at him, finishing off your drink. Trying your best to come off as pissed off at the sweet kind small town local paper. 

“Hey! My info allows me free ad space! I am not giving that up!” James defensively says.

“And second, Jensen and I haven’t even been in the same area code for People magazine to even get a whiff of anything to write about so…we would actually have to see each other to create any real hot gossip.”

“But you guys are still together right? I mean you guys still talk, Facetime?”

“Yeah, of course, text constantly, Facetime a couple times a week. But he’s been swamped with work. He got back to Texas after the convention and was planning on coming back for a few weeks but his management had other ideas.” You passively say, your eyes focusing more on the condistation that is forming the glass then James.  

“That sounds cryptic.” Now wondering what kind of team was working for Jensen, and if they were holding him hostage against his will.

You give a short laugh at James' concerned look. You shake your head at this, not wanting to go back to those earlier months. Those months when… 

“No, I mean he got booked on some guest TV spots that I can’t really say what they are, and from there he has been booked with a few charity events.” You quickly explain away. 

Relief washes over James and he lets out a breath, putting a hand on his chest. 

“Oh thank god. I thought we were going to have to get the navy seals involved and rescue the poor man.” 

Letting out a laugh that shakes you out of your funk. God, James is always good at making you smile. 

“No sweetie, no need to call your ex, what was his name Ricky?” You smile, and give him a wink.

“Hey, for you I would call him, even if he left me with the tab that night for him and all his officers. That tab cost me two months rent!”

You giggle at this, remembering how pissed James was, when they skipped out on their tab. 

“I still don’t get it though, it's been six months, you guys couldn’t make something work? Even a long weekend?” He questions.

“I know, it’s stupid really, he left, I was getting ready for my show, and so I was focused on that. Then when that was over, he was off filming, out of the country. We kept trying, but it seemed like everytime one of us was going to meet the other somewhere, he got asked to do an appearance, or a charity function.” you explain, feeling yourself getting depressed all over again. 

Retelling the endless loop of the same conversation over and over just now to James has you sick of hearing it. God, it's stupid really.  

“I mean come on James I can’t be like, ‘no don’t go save the penguins. I have tickets to that music festival I had been talking about since we met and I want to go!’” 

Letting out an exhausted sigh, you lay your head down on the bar counter. Word vomiting it all out can take a lot out of you. Feeling the weight of just getting that off your check was enough to help you breathe a little easier that you didn’t realize you were struggling with until now.

“Oh sweetie…” James starts to say, leaning over and placing a hand on your back. “And you love penguins.”

“I know!” you cry out. “Fuck, I don’t know what I am doing James.” You mumble into the counter with your head still down.

“Can I ask you, did you tell him about your show? I was surprised he wasn’t there, or Jared….or Micha.”

You hesitate for a second. Your surprise this question didn’t come up earlier from him. Setting up, your fust with your hair for a second, and nervous habit of yours. 

“Ummm ... .I may have not invited him” you say sheepishly, bracing yourself for the onslaught of yelling that was sure to come from James.

He takes it in for a bet. “What? Why?” He questions, wondering what you were thinking. Crossing his arms around his torso, and slapping over his face, letting out an audible groan.

“Okay look hear me out.” you start to explain. 

“I was going to, fully prepared to. We were talking, he was back in Texas, I had asked what his plans were for that week, and he told me he would be filming…out of the country.” 

You stop seeing James peek out from behind his hands, and then gestures with the other giving you the universal sign to keep going.

“So I figure no point in telling him, and having us both disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to make it.” 

James let out an exhausted sigh, “Y/N! Come on! He still should have known, even if he couldn’t be there. He could have sent Jared and Gen, or Facetime in, or sent flowers.” 

Throwing the bar rag down in defeat, he leans up against the back bar. “You can’t keep this guy at arms length. You got to let him in.”

“I am not keeping him out! Okay. What good would it have done for me to tell him, if he couldn’t be there? Make him upset, and then he’s not focused on his job, he gets hurt or worse.” 

Getting up from the stool, with your back to the door.

“Besides, why should we even assume that Jared or anyone else famous that he knows would show up to my show or should for that matter. Just because he asked? They're not his lackeys, they're his friends. They don’t even know me!” Yelling back at him.

Frustration is taking over, the fact that he would throw that idea out there, what the hell. Where did that even come from?

“Did you think my new relationship with Jensen would somehow have me rubbing elbows with all his famous friends now?” you question, now wondering if James was hoping that fame would have a trickle down effect to his advantage.

“Well I mean…I thought by now, you would have had a few ‘celebrity sightings’ as they say, but it's also you, and you like your privacy so…no I shouldn’t be surprised by this at all.” James says slightly defeated and passive. 

Feeling defeated yourself, you let your arms fall to your side. You thought coming here would help get your mind off missing Jensen, and wishing like hell you could just tell him how you want to see him, standing right in front of you, not through a screen.

“Well I am sorry to disappoint another man in my life.” You yell, feeling yourself break. Everything was just falling apart, you couldn’t do anything right, everything you were touching was turning to shit!

You didn’t hear the door open and close behind you. Wanting to get off this topic of your dysfunctional relationship you just need to get some air. 

You're about to turn a go but James stops you. 

“Y/N, no stop! You are not a disappointment. Look, I am sorry, I shouldn’t be butting into your relationship, I just want you to be happy.” Coming around the bar, James wraps you in a hug. 

Holding you close, his embrace, is exactly what you need. Pulling you close he mumbles in your ear.

 “I know Jensen makes you happy. Hold onto that, I know you two will make it.”

“I hope you're right, James, I can’t lose him.” you whisper into his neck. Feeling the tears on the cusp of breaking from your eyes.

“I can’t lose you either.” You add.

“You will never lose me, kid.” Giving you a quick kiss on the side of your head, pulling you closer to him.  

Pulling back slightly from James you take a ragged breath. You breath in the sent of leather, and musk, Fuck, you miss Jensen so much your now imagining his smell. 

You give a small laugh at this. 

“What's so funny?” James asks, letting you out of his arms, but still holding onto your hands.

You shake off the laughs, “oh nothing…just…I am really losing it now, because I swear I can smell him….crazy right.”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” Jensen’s deep sexy voice fills the air behind you. 

Making your heart stop for a beat, you take a second, before you notice the grin on James face, and you quick spin around to stand face to face with Jensen Fucking Ackles.

“Your here…” is all you whisper out before Jensen pulls you in his arms and his lips find yours and melt with yours. 

Your arms wrap around his shoulders while one of his holds your waist and the other roams your back. His lips fit perfectly with yours and you open your lips slightly to let his tongue slip in and dance with yours. 

You don’t even care that you're standing in front of your best friend, the only thing running through your mind is Jensen, that he is here with you, in your arms, and this is not some dream that you're going to wake up from.

Feeling the need to breathe, you pull aways ever slightly, but still stay in his arms. 

“You're here” you whisper out again.

“I am” he breathly says. 

“How? Why?” You breathly blurt out, your mind not really able to form real words. Jensen’s kisses had that effect on you.

“Drove. Missed you.” Jensen is still catching his breath.

“Why don’t I get you two something to drink and you two can catch up…you know with your words.” James interjects. Giving you both a smile and then turning on his heels and back to the bar.

You feel yourself start to blush, as you slightly care about the public display you just had with Jensen. You hide your face in his chest. 

“He’s never going to let me live this down.” you mumble.

Jensen chuckles at this, and gives the top of your head a quick kiss. 

“Come on, one drink, and then we can get out of here.” He promises. 

Making the short walk to the bar, James has a margarita waiting for you, and beer pulled for Jensen. Before you can even speak James jumps in.

“So Jensen, good to see ya man. What have you been up to? What are you doing in town? How's everyone…”

James is as subtle as a gun, you shake your head at his rambling questions and the obvious question regarding a certain cast member. You take a long drink and just let Jensen handle this one.

“I am good. Busy, the show is on a break right now, so everyone is doing their own thing…” Jensen looks over to you for some guidance for how much of a ‘fan’ James was with Micha and if he should be worried. You just give him a shrug and nothing else. 

“But I will let Micha know you said hi.” he adds, hoping that will suffice.

“Cool, cool.” James says with a smile, shaking his head in agreement. Leaning up against the back bar, not picking up that he should be anywhere but here.

“Umm…James…you think we could…” you passively say, hoping he will get the hint. 

He finally does. Giving you a knowing nod, “sure thing, yep, I got payroll in the back to do.” Pushing off the counter he heads for the office without looking back.

Once James is out of ear shot, you both snicker to each other, turning your chairs so you're facing each other, your knees bumping each other. 

“Oh, boy, James has it bad for Micha. I better give him the heads up.” Jensen says, with a smirk, and taking a drink.

“Oh James is harmless, it's just a crush. Besides, Micha brought it on, when he came to the bar that night, I heard he laid on the charm.” You counter, wanting to stand up for your friend, even though you know James is a total flirt.

“Well, he can be charming, I did teach him a thing or two.” He says, leaning in, draping an arm on the back of your chair to steddy it, and connecting his lips with yours.

Letting them dance for a bit you pull back with a satisfied smile. “You are a charmer Mr. Ackles.”

“Your not bad yourself Miss.Y/L/N”

“So what do I and the fine town of Haven owe the pleasure of your arrival here today, sir?” You question. Hoping that he is here just for you, but being ever the realist.

“Well, as you know, Detroit is the motor capital of the world…”

You cut him short “Yes, I have lived in this state my whole life, don’t need to mansplan or school me in my own state sir.” 

“Okay, sassy much, you're lucky, you're cute, and a good kisser.” He counters by stealing a quick kiss before continuing.

“As I was trying to say, there is a motor city charity function in Detroit this weekend, and they ask for me to make a quick appearance, and we are auctioning off one of the ‘Baby’ from this season's production.”

“Oh, that's cool. So in town for just the weekend then?” You question, trying your best to keep a smile and hopefully your voice at a happy upbeat level. Of course he is here for work.

“Well, yes and no. See, Yes, I have to make an appearance at the action tomorrow night with the car, since I drove it here. But also no, since I told my management team that I need a break, like a real break before I go back to filming the next season.”

“Wow, how did they take that?” Jensen actually asked for time off? Really? Shock doesn’t begin to describe your feelings. Trying your best you're sure your face is failing, by the slight smirk Jensen is giving you. 

“Fine, I mean, they have to be fine with it, I am the one that pays them. They were running me ragged, I was getting so burned out. Our conversations were the only things keeping me from throwing in the towel. I am serious Y/N I was this close to quitting it all buying a lot of land out in the desert.” He says, holding up his thumb and index finger millimeters apart to show just how on the edge he was. 

You shake your head at this, knowing that he would never give up acting, he loves it too much, but still. You slap his hand down, but you keep it intertwined with yours.

“When this came up on the schedule It was like fate was giving me the perfect out. We can spend the next six months getting to really know each other. We can spend time here, go down to Texas. What do you think?” Jensen explains.

You're really taken aback now, he did this all for you, he’s putting his life on hold so he can get to know you. Your crazy if you don’t say something, fuck, say anything!

“I love you!” You blurt out, shocked that those words tumble from your lips, but no one has ever put you first this way. No one has ever put their life on hold for you. Oh fuck, you just said it, fuck, fuck, fuck….

Jensen can see you shocked by what you just said as well. He’s shocked that  you beat him to it. But no more appropriate place than where they first meet, where he first lay eyes on you, where he first knew he loved you. 

Before you can take it back, because he can tell you're so close to back tracking it he cuts you off.

“I love you.” Leaning in, he tenderly kisses you, to seal the deal, and to hopefully chase away any doubts you have running around in that beautiful head of yours.

Pulling away and catching your breath, your doubts about saying that you love him first are washed away. Giving him a mischievous smile you ask.

“So when exactly do you have to get Baby to the Motor City Charity function thing?” getting up from your stool and filling the small space between you two. 

His green eyes, looking up at yours with the same mischief twinkle, he knows where this is going. 

“Last time I asked a certain girl in this bar if she wanted a ride, she turned me down so fast my head was spinning.” He jokes, getting up, and pressing his body against yours. 

“Maybe, you should ask her again, but this time ask Jensen, not Dean.” You break eye contact with him to look down at his hard chest, in a simple gray t-shirt, you let your finger run down the v neckline. 

“Do you want to go for a ride?” His voice is deep and low, but distinctively him, with just a slight Texas drawn that you think he purposefully slipped in for you.

You wrap your arm around his neck and bring his face to you, holding him just inches from you, your breath mixes with his. “Yes…take me home…please.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes ma'am” his texas drawn fully on now. He gives you a chase kiss before stepping out in front of you and taking your hand, leading you out of the bar and towards the side alley. 

You're thankful for the short walk to the car, but Jensen doesn't want to let go of you. Peppering you with kisses with the passenger car door open, he finally concedes and races around to get into the driver side to get his hand into yours again for the short drive to your house. 

You try to take it in that you're riding in Baby right now, next to Jensen Ackles, but for some reason your brain is not letting you process it. You want to look at every inch of this car, but all you can keep your eyes on is the man sitting next to you, the feel of his hand in yours, and the butterflies in your stomach.

The sun is low, casting a beautiful mixture of pinks and oranges in the sky, reflecting off the water as you pass by, the windows down letting in the last of the summer wind. You lean over to flip on the radio to see what Jensen is listening to on the drive and no surprise there, classic rock blasted through the speakers, causing you to laugh out loud and making Jensen smile and hearing your laugh in person, it sounds so much better in person than over Facetime.  

Pulling into your driveway, Jensen shuts off the car, but you two don’t race out of the car yet. Taking in the quietness of the area, the advantage of living in a resort town, most of your neighbors are gone by September. 

There is something about him, Jensen, just makes you feel alive, makes you feel, almost whole again. He makes you comfortable with yourself, and your confidence overtakes you. That you slide over to him. Your lips find his neck and you start to kiss. His breath hitches, and he picks you up so you can straddle his lap.

Breaking from his lips for a second to explore his neck again, and start to leave marks up and down in. Jensen, breaks the silence. 

“You know, your house is right there, we don’t have to act like some horny school kids.” He jokes, but then leans in and starts to kiss your neck and chest to make his own marks to match the ones he knows you started to make on him.

“I know but…fuck…” You try to form a sentence but can only string a few words together before your mind is distracted by his lips.

He pulls back giving you a wink, “you started this.” he smirks back.

“No, you started this, six months ago, when you kissed me for the first time.” You counter, putting the blame back on him. Anding to torture by rocking agist him slightly.

Jensen lets out a small grown at this, his hands have found their way to the hem of your vintage concert t-shirt. It's soft between his finger tips, but he would rather have something else that soft between them. He quickly looks to the left and right of him, noticing that the houses on either side look abandoned, closed up for the summer season. It's almost dusk, but still light out enough that anyone passing by could see. He’s tempted, lord knows, seeing more of her, has never been an issue for him. But this is all new for Y/N, and it is her hometown.

“Fine, but just for the record, you started this. Six months and one week ago. Back in that bar. When you gave me that look and told me….what was it again…my Dean Winchester was showing?” He jokes. Giving her that thousand watt smile, then pulling her down for a searing kiss.     

Pulling back from him and letting your lungs fill with air, you reply, “God you're cute. Come on, let's get inside, before the neighbors start talking. We can order dinner.” Doing your best, but failing to gracefully get off his lap and onto the other side of the bench seat. You push open the passenger door, and get out.

*********

Dinner of pizza, classic movies, and popcorn were on the list of festivities for the night. Having Jensen in the same space was perfect, it was easy, there were no awkward fumbles of getting in each other's way, you seemed to move with ease. 

After the second movie you were both getting tired, You were tired from the emotional rollercoaster ride that you went on today, and Jensen was tired driving from Texas to Michigan. 

Letting out a yawn for the fourth time Jensen finally called you out. “Alright that's it.” Picking up the remote from the coffee table and shutting off the tv.

“Hey, come on, we can finish it, I am fine really.” You say, before another yawn hits.

This causes him to yawn as well. “No, come on. I am tired too.” Getting up from the couch, he grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom.

Both dressed down in your comfy clothes after dinner, him in gray sweats and a white shirt, you in black leggings and purple tank top.

He gives you a kiss before turning towards the guest room, but you stop him. 

“Where are you going?” You question, still holding onto his hand.

Turning back to you he looks at your still interlocking hand, and then to you. “I just thought…well…I didn’t want to assume.”

He starts to explain, but you cut him off, pulling him back to you, bringing your one hand behind his head and pulling it towards you and wrapping your other around his waist. Crashing his lips into yours. You back into the doorframe, and he braces himself so he doesn’t put his full weight on you. 

Pulling out of the intense kiss, you take a second to breathe. 

“You're not staying in that spare room. I was stupid enough to have you sleep in there once before, but never again.” You say matter of fact. Walking back into the room, pulling him along. 

Jensen follows, kicking the door closed behind him, happy to follow wherever you go.

The End.....(for now)

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I’d love to get your take on this post. I don’t agree with it. Supernatural was about Sam’s hero journey which the finale completes the arc established over the 15 seasons.

Why is it difficult for people to see the basic and timeless story construct?

Supernatural is Sam Winchester's Hero Journey, it's all here in the "Hero Journey" tag. Dean Winchester is a very popular character, the awesome sauce but not the main course, which I explained in the "Support Protagonist" tag.

Link. Here I had thought Will viewed the finale through Destiel-rose-colored glasses but it turned out he was interpreting it through BiBro-stanning-lens. And Will's proof that SPN is just as much as about Dean as it is about Sam is, wait for it, "Dean was given a myth arc"', as in singular.... out of 15 seasons. Did he mean season 10? Because according to Jensen, season 10 was a “rare Dean centric storyline” and how "Dean's rarely in this position of being the focal point of the general story's motivation," (X). Is Will disregarding Jensen's own words?

Will: "you can't remove one brother without the whole thing falling apart."

True you can't remove Sam, otherwise there is no story. Once Jared planned to leave SPN, WB canceled the series. Remove Dean and with some minor tweaking, SPN will mostly still be the same (X) but it probably wouldn't have lasted 15 seasons. It would be more like Buffy with 7 seasons. (X)

Will: Sam returned to the ordinary world and got a wife and child because it did it for Dean.

Actually Dean gave his blessing and permission for Sam to return to the ordinary life he always wanted for himself. It's why season 15 clumsily shoehorned "Drag Me Away" episode just a few weeks from the finale to remind the audience that Sam wanted out of the hunting life since he was a kid. Yes Sam went to hell for Dean but it was unquestionable that Sam also did it to save the world. It set Sam apart from Dean's motive for going to hell which was only to save Sam, he didn't care about the world.

Will: "everything Sam did was for Dean".

Yes, by giving up his own desire for an ordinary life so that Dean wouldn't be alone. Sam told Charlie back in season 9 that he only stayed in the hunting life because he loved Dean. But that's not enough for AA stans and even some Bibro stans because they may have realized that Dean and the hunting world is the "belly of the beast" that every protagonist enters as part of their hero journey arc, which goes against their personal biases or agendas.

Will's Anon was only talking up to Return of the Jedi in their Star Wars analogy and Sam never became a witch and he never "used his powers". Holy smoke that was the whole point of depowering Sam after season 5 so that he doesn't end up an ex dues machina! Or am I mis-reading Will's writing and he was actually talking about Sam's power in the first 5 seasons?? Regardless, Sam is NOT a witch, what the heck is Will smoking???

Will, listen to me carefully: Luke's hero journey goal was to become a Jedi. Sam's hero journey goal was to return to the ordinary world. It was never supposed to be a one-to-one comparison, Kripke never said that.

Now we come to Will's streaming value argument by using the 2023 chart to "prove" that the Carry On finale isn't driving equal watch time for each season. How is that supposed to even make sense? Will is ignoring the very basic human nature of simply tiring out from watching so many episodes. The rate of decreasing viewership from season to season is fairly consistent. Unlike hellers, the general viewers will start with the first season and gradually peter out.

A bad series finale will kill the popularity of the show and gets memory-holed. A disappointing series finale will put a big question mark in the rewatch value. "Carry On" finale did none of this because it made narrative sense, as Jensen said when he paraphrased what Kripke told him.

See my "Carry On finale is awesome and here's bunch of reasons why" tag.

[jackles010378]

Jealous of Baby.....

(Dean winchester x y/n)

Y/n is fed up of Dean spending all his time with his car............

Y/n had always known about Dean's love for his car, affectionately named 'Baby.' It seemed like the two of them were inseparable. Dean would spend countless hours working on her, meticulously detailing every inch, and taking her out for joyrides across the country. Y/n couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy, as it seemed like Baby always had Dean's undivided attention.

One sunny afternoon, Y/n decided to confront Dean about her feelings. She found him in the garage, engrossed in yet another project, Baby parked nearby looking pristine as ever. Y/n took a deep breath, preparing for the conversation ahead.

"Dean," she began tentatively, "I feel like you spend more time with Baby than you do with me."

Dean looked up from his work, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What? Y/n, Baby is just a car. You know I love you more than anything."

Y/n couldn't hide her skepticism. "Dean, you're always working on her, taking her on hunts, and talking about her nonstop. It's almost like I'm competing for your affection."

Dean stood up, wiping his hands on a rag. "Y/n, Baby is more than just a car to me. She's been there for me through thick and thin, just like you. I appreciate all that you do for me, but Baby holds a special place in my heart."

Feeling a pang of sadness, Y/n questioned, "But how do I know I'm as important to you as she is?"

Dean's expression softened, and he walked over to Y/n, wrapping his arms around her. "Y/n, the love I have for Baby and the love I have for you are two different things, but they both mean the world to me. Just like Baby has been there for me, you have been my rock, my confidant, and my partner in every aspect of life."

Y/n couldn't help but smile, feeling reassured by Dean's words. "But Dean, sometimes it feels like you prioritize Baby over everything else."

Dean took a step back, looking deeply into Y/n's eyes. "I understand why you might feel that way, but the truth is, Baby isn't just about the car itself. She represents a part of my identity, a connection to my past, and my love for the open road. It's not about the time spent, but the emotions behind it."

Y/n nodded, starting to comprehend the depth of Dean's feelings. "So what can I do to feel more included in this part of your life?"

Dean grinned mischievously. "Well, I have an idea. How about you join me on a road trip? Just the two of us, with Baby by our side. I want you to experience the feeling of wind in your hair, the hum of the engine, and the thrill of the open road."

Y/n's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

Dean nodded, his eyes sparkling. "Absolutely. I want you to understand that the time spent with Baby isn't about pushing you away—it's about sharing something I love with someone I love."

And so, Y/n and Dean embarked on an unforgettable journey together. As they cruised down the highway, laughter and music filling the air, Y/n realized that Dean's love for Baby wasn't a threat to their relationship but rather an extension of it. Dean showed her that their love could encompass his passions, as long as she was by his side.

From that day forward, Y/n understood that Baby wasn't just a car; she was a symbol of Dean's past, his present, and their future. And in the end, their love for each other proved to be stronger than any trace of jealousy that had once lingered.

Written for the JENSEN-A-THON run by @artyandink 💖

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @nescavaneck @angelbabyyy99

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Celebrity Next Door: Chapter 19- Embracing Happiness in Texas

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Jensen finally have the ending they both deserve.

A/N: This is going to be the last chapter of this series; I decided that the story went exactly the direction I wanted it to, and I think that I'm satisfied with a sweet happy ending, because I think that's what the characters deserve.

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

A month has passed since Jensen and I had settled into our new life, our lives were filled with a newfound joy and stability. Day by day, Jensen became brighter, more comfortable with letting love and happiness in.

For a while, I had no idea what to do here, unsure of what career path to take but the more I listened to Jensen and understood his trauma, the closer I was to figuring out my true calling.

I enrolled in school to become a therapist, receiving endless support from Jensen who thought it was perfect for me, and I agreed. My life felt right, it felt like I found my home and my family.

Jensen landed a role in a new TV show, bringing a new found sense of appreciation for his life and himself. Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for simple joys like breakfast with the entire family, and walks in their neighbourhood.

The kids adjusted well to their new life here, half the time with their mom and half the time with Jensen and I. Even Sarah and I got closer, we would invite each other to morning coffee and take the kids to the park, our bound over the love we had for the children blossomed into a genuine friendship that only enriched our blended family.

Under the Texas sky, painted with beautiful shades of orange and pink, Jensen and I sat in our backyard, cuddled into each other, embracing the moment with each other.

"I can't believe we made it here." Jensen whispered, his voice filled with admiration as he looked around at the peaceful surroundings.

I leaned into his shoulder, feeling his warmth against mine. "It feels unreal, doesn't it?"

He nodded in response, his eyes softening as he gazed into mine. "A dream I never want to end."

"You know," she began, her voice filled with emotion, "I never thought we'd go from neighbours who didn't get along to this."

Jensen chuckled gently, brushing a hair from my face and stepping closer. "Y/N." he began, his voice gentle yet filled with emotions. "When we first met, I didn't realize how much you would change my life. I was closed off, pushing away love because I was afraid and hurt. But you, with your constant kindness and openness, your unwavering belief in us, you saved me from becoming a man I really didn't want to be, you saved me from giving up on love all together, and I'm not sure what I did to deserve you, but I'm grateful."

I turned towards him, my heart swelling with love and appreciation for the journey we had traveled together. I took a deep breath and pulled him closer. "You showed me what love truly means."

His head dropped as nerves flowed through him, "I pushed it away, convinced myself I didn't deserve it. But you, you taught me how to love again, how to open my heart and let someone in completly."

I could feel the tears pouring down my cheeks, overwhelmed by the intensity of his words and the genuine love in his voice. Before I could say anything, Jensen reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box and dropping to his knee. He opened it slowly, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring that sparkled in the soft candlelight.

"Y/N, Will you marry me?" He whispered, his voice filled with hope and vulnerability. "Will you continue to be my light, my love, my everything?"

Unable to find words, I nodded and jumped on him, sending us tumbling to the ground, laughter and tears mixed in the air. "Is that a yes?"

I nodded and kissed him over and over, "Yes, of course yes. You're all I want."

In this serene moment under the stars, we hung onto each-other tightly, knowing that we found forever in each-other's arms. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, celebrating our love story and the promise of a future filled with endless love.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

Like, comment, and reblog, feedback is my fuel 💕

[deanwinchesterswitch]

May 2024 Monthly Fic Recs

Better four days late than never, I guess.😬💜

A little fluff, a bit of smut, and a healthy dose of heartache.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Daisy Jones & The Six~

Sing Me A Song ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Billy Dunne x Reader)

~RPF~

Number One ~ @impala-dreamer. Author’s Summary: After Radio Company’s first show, Jensen is flushed with excitement and needs to channel it into something… extra fun…

Temptation & Consequences ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Jensen has been busy all weekend at the convention, leaving little time for fun with his girl. Luckily, Y/N knows how to get his attention… and more…

~Supernatural~

Blood ~ @spnexploration. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

Faithfully ~ @fanfictionalraven. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester)

His Eyes In The Mirror ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Just a little roughness between lovers…

Keep Watching ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: The journey is a long one and Y/N is tired of waiting for some fun…

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

The Red-Wing Rodeo ~ @minefield-of-a-ninja. Author's Summary: Dean shows you what it means to be in a relationship with a self-proclaimed Red-winged Bloodhound, and to be loved.

Right Where You Left Me ~ @fanfictionalraven. Author's Summary: The reader, a waitress at the local diner, has become good friends with Dean. What happens when he disappears without a trace?

The Sacrifice ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: I swear, if you could see him, you’d get it.

Saying Nothing At All ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: How does Dean say I love you?

Staring At The Sun ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Dean x Reader)

Stay ~ @sunlightdances. Author's Summary: Dean and Avery have a two-night stand, and after that weekend, they go their separate ways. They never expected to see each other again, but the universe has other plans.

Tattooed ~ @coffee-obsessed-writer. Author's Summary: Dean takes you to get ink

Temptation ~ @thatonewriter15. Author's Summary: Dean just can’t help himself when it comes to thoughts of you.

Twenty Minutes of Less ~ @iprobablyshipit91. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

~Top Gun: Maverick~

View From The Friend Zone ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake has been helping you find someone to go home with every night, just like you do for him. When that arrangement ends because of your new boyfriend, he’s got to figure out if he’s okay with being stuck in the friendzone or if he wants more.

~On Patreon~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Legendary & Momentary ~ Author's Summary: Two strangers meet again; two memories collide. Will things be different this time? Will there be more to their story or just a long overdue kiss goodbye?

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Close to Home-Parts 12 and 13 ~ Author’s Summary: Y/N and Dean are neighbours, and friends. The thing is Dean is a ladies’ man and she has always known it, if he wasn’t, maybe he’d be the ideal guy…but his eye for the ladies, how well they work as friends, as well as the fact that he’d never even think of her that way, all means that they are meant to be just neighbours and friends. Doesn’t it?

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 9/?✨

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

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

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

Word Count: 7010

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

As the movie played, you tried your best to focus on the screen, but the reality of Jensen’s proximity was impossible to ignore. His presence was overwhelming, every touch sending a shiver down your spine and intensifying the heat pooling between your legs. You could feel your panties growing more soaked with each passing minute.

Jensen’s fingers traced slow, deliberate paths along your upper arm, down to your forearm, and back again. The repetitive motion was soothing and maddening all at once, stirring your desire even further. Each brush of his skin against yours made it harder to concentrate on the film, your thoughts drifting to the sensations he was causing.

You shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it only made you more aware of the wetness between your thighs. The combination of Jensen’s closeness, his gentle touches, and your own arousal was becoming unbearable.

Jensen seemed to sense your restlessness, his hand pausing momentarily before continuing its slow journey along your arm. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “You enjoying the movie?”.

His voice was low, laced with a teasing edge that sent a thrill through you. You nodded, swallowing hard before replying, “Yes, it’s… it’s good”.

Jensen’s fingers moved with a bit more purpose now, his touch lingering a little longer on your skin. “You seem a bit distracted”, he murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “Something on your mind?”.

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze. The look in his eyes was intense, filled with a mix of desire and curiosity. “It’s just… hard to concentrate”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with understanding, a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I see”, he said softly, his hand slipping down to rest on your thigh. The heat of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, making you gasp.

“Maybe we should pause the movie”, he suggested, his voice low and husky. “Seems like we have something else to take care of first”.

Your breath caught in your throat, the anticipation and desire swirling within you almost too much to bear. You nodded slowly, unable to find the words to respond. Jensen’s smile widened, his hand squeezing your thigh gently as he leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

The movie forgotten, you surrendered to the overwhelming desire between you, knowing that this moment was exactly what you both needed.

As soon as Jensen’s lips touched yours, a wave of electricity coursed through your body, making you tremble with anticipation. His hand remained firmly on your thigh, anchoring you to the moment while his kiss grew more insistent and passionate. You could barely breathe with the intensity of it all, the movie completely forgotten.

With a smooth and effortless motion, Jensen pulled you onto his lap again, not breaking the kiss for a second. You found yourself straddling him, your legs on either side of his hips. The new position intensified the connection, and you could feel his arousal pressing against you, heightening your own need.

Jensen’s hands roamed your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. One hand slid up to tangle in your hair, deepening the kiss even further, while the other remained on your thigh, squeezing gently. You pressed closer to him, your bodies melding together as the heat between you grew almost unbearable.

His lips left yours for a moment, trailing down your jawline to your neck. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin there, eliciting soft moans from you. The sound seemed to drive him wild, and he responded by grinding his hips up against you, making you gasp.

The friction of Jensen’s hips against yours sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you gasp again. You could feel the heat building between you, an intense and almost overwhelming desire that left you breathless. Jensen’s kisses became more fervent, his lips moving from your neck to your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

With each movement, the urgency between you grew. You arched your back, pressing your chest closer to his face, silently begging for more. Jensen responded by sliding his hands under your shirt, slowly lifting it up and over your head, revealing the delicate lace bra underneath. He paused for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you.

“You’re so beautiful”, he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. You blushed at his words, feeling a mix of shyness and exhilaration.

Jensen’s words hung in the air, laden with sincerity and raw desire. His gaze traveled over your exposed skin, taking in every curve and contour with an almost reverent intensity. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the anticipation building as his hands moved slowly, almost reverently, over your sides.

He reached up and gently traced the outline of your lace bra with his fingertips, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The delicate material felt almost like nothing against your skin, heightening your sensitivity. His eyes flicked back to yours, and the connection you felt in that moment was electric, binding you closer together.

Jensen’s fingers deftly moved to the clasp of your lace bra, and with practiced ease, he unhooked it using only one hand. The motion was smooth and confident, and the delicate garment loosened, sliding off your shoulders. His eyes held yours, filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness, as he carefully removed the bra, letting it fall to the side.

The cool air brushed against your newly exposed skin, causing your nipples to harden slightly. Jensen’s gaze intensified, taking in every detail, every curve with a reverence that made you feel truly seen and desired. His hands resumed their slow exploration, fingers tracing a gentle path over your collarbone and down to your breasts.

He cupped them softly, his touch both tender and firm. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from you as the sensation sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

His gaze lingering on your bare skin with an intensity that made your breath hitch. His hands were gentle yet firm, exploring your body with a mix of reverence and hunger that left you trembling.

His thumbs continued their slow, deliberate path over your nipples, the gentle pressure sending sparks of pleasure through you. Each touch was both soothing and electrifying, making your skin tingle. You could feel your body responding to his touch, your breath quickening and your heart racing.

Jensen leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your collarbone, leaving a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses as he moved lower. The sensation of his lips on your skin was almost overwhelming, a perfect blend of heat and tenderness that made you arch your back, seeking more of his touch.

His hands continued to roam, one sliding down to rest on your waist while the other remained on your breast, his thumb circling your nipple with agonizing slowness. His mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest until his lips closed around one of your nipples.

You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked gently, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Jensen’s other hand moved to your neglected breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple gently, heightening your arousal.

He switched his attention to your other breast, giving it the same attention, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony.

Jensen’s free hand slid lower, tracing the curve of your waist and hip before resting on your thigh. He squeezed gently, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above your knee, making you shiver with anticipation. His touch was deliberate, every movement designed to heighten your pleasure and draw you closer to the edge.

Jensen’s touch continued to send waves of pleasure through your body, and as his hand slid lower, he gently pushed you off his lap, guiding you onto your back on the couch. He moved with deliberate care, ensuring you were comfortable before hovering over you, his eyes locked onto yours with a fiery intensity.

His hand resumed its slow, deliberate path down your body, tracing the curve of your waist and the swell of your hips. The anticipation of his touch was almost unbearable, your skin tingling with each feather-light caress. Jensen’s eyes never left yours, the connection between you deepening with every passing moment.

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his tongue teasingly tracing the seam of your mouth. You parted your lips, inviting him in, and the kiss deepened, filled with a hunger that left you both breathless.

Jensen’s kiss was intoxicating, each movement of his lips against yours igniting a deeper, more intense desire within you. Every brush of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, making you ache for more of his touch.

His lips lingered at your collarbone, where he placed feather-light kisses before his tongue darted out to taste the delicate skin. The sensation of his tongue against you made your breath catch, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Jensen’s movements were unhurried yet purposeful.

His hand began to glide down the curve of your body, fingers tracing a path along your jawline and down your throat. The sensation was electrifying, his touch sending shivers through you as he explored every contour with gentle reverence.

As his kisses continued their descent, Jensen’s hand found the curve of your waist, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, soothing circles. The intimacy of his touch coupled with the heat of his mouth against your skin created a heady mix of sensations that left you craving more.

His lips moved lower, tracing a path over your chest, pausing to press gentle kisses over the swell of your breasts. He glanced up at you, his eyes dark with longing and something deeper, silently asking for permission to continue.

You nodded slightly, your heart racing in anticipation. With a small smile, he pressed another kiss against your skin, before trailing lower, his lips moving closer to the sensitive skin just above your abdomen.

The world around you seemed to fade away as Jensen’s touch became the center of your universe, his kisses stirring a hunger deep within you.

Jensen’s hand moved to the waistband of your pants, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.

“Is this okay?”, Jensen murmured, his voice a low, comforting rumble. His eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your response, seeking your permission.

“Yes”, you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

Jensen’s touch was tender yet confident as he slowly slid your pants down, revealing more of your skin. Each inch of fabric that peeled away seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, your breath catching in anticipation. The cool air against your bare legs contrasted sharply with the warmth of his touch.

With a gentle tug, Jensen removed your pants completely, letting them fall to the floor beside the couch. He took a moment to admire you, his eyes drinking in the sight of your exposed skin, the curve of your hips, the way your body responded to his every touch.

“You’re so beautiful”, he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His hands resumed their exploration, fingers tracing a path up your legs, over your thighs, making you quiver under his touch. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your stomach, his lips warm against your skin.

The sensation of his mouth on your abdomen sent a jolt of electricity through you, a tingling anticipation of what was to come. Jensen’s hands moved higher, fingers brushing lightly over your hips, your sides, memorizing every curve and dip of your body.

He kissed along your hip bones, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch was gentle, yet purposeful, as he moved closer to the core of your desire. The heat between you intensified, a silent invitation in the air as Jensen’s gaze met yours once more.

“Tell me if you want me to stop”, he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. His voice was filled with respect and a touch of urgency, giving you the control even in this moment of vulnerability.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his desire mirrored there. You shook your head softly, a silent reassurance that you wanted this, that you wanted him.

Jensen’s lips curved into a tender smile at your silent reassurance. The heat between you grew more intense, the air thick with unspoken promises and mutual desire. His hands continued their slow journey, moving up from your thighs to the delicate lace of your thong.

He leaned in, his mouth following the path of his hands, pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin of your inner thighs. Each kiss sent waves of pleasure through you, your body responding to his every touch. His fingers traced the edge of your thong.

Jensen's fingers slipped beneath the delicate fabric, slowly drawing it down your legs. The thong joined your pants on the floor, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze. The vulnerability of the moment only heightened your arousal, your skin tingling with anticipation.

Jensen's eyes roamed over your body, a mixture of awe and hunger in his gaze.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the apex of your thigh, his breath warm against your most intimate place. The sensation was almost overwhelming, your body arching towards him instinctively, craving more of his touch.

Jensen’s hands settled on your hips, his grip firm yet gentle, holding you steady as he leaned in closer. The anticipation was electric, every nerve in your body alive with desire. When he pressed his tongue flat against your clit, the sensation was immediate and overwhelming. A shaking moan escaped your lips, the sound raw and uninhibited.

The effect on Jensen was immediate. The vibration of your moan seemed to send a jolt straight to his core, intensifying his own arousal.

Jensen’s grip on your hips tightened slightly as he steadied you, his fingers pressing into your skin just enough to ground you in the intensity of the moment. His tongue moved with a deliberate slowness, savoring every reaction he elicited from you. He started with broad, flat strokes, the warmth and pressure of his tongue spreading a delicious heat through your core.

Each pass of his tongue over your clit sent waves of pleasure radiating through your body, making you tremble under his touch. His eyes flicked up to yours, watching your reactions intently, gauging what you liked best and adjusting his movements accordingly. The connection between you was palpable, an unspoken understanding that heightened the intimacy of the moment.

Jensen’s pace was unhurried, almost torturously slow, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of your most sensitive places. He alternated his strokes, sometimes broad and languorous, then shifting to quick, teasing flicks that made you gasp and moan. The variation kept you on edge, your arousal building steadily with each touch.

His hands moved in tandem with his mouth, his thumbs brushing gentle, soothing circles on your inner thighs. The contrast between the firm, steady grip of his hands and the delicate, teasing movements of his tongue drove you wild.

Jensen’s tongue traced intricate patterns over your clit, each stroke precise and intentional. He moved with a skill that spoke of experience and a deep desire to please you, his focus unwavering. The pleasure built slowly, a crescendo that left you breathless and desperate for release.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, his tongue moved down, tracing a wet path over your glistening folds.

He lingered at your entrance, teasing you with light, feathery licks that made you moan softly. The sound of your pleasure spurred him on, and with a firm, deliberate motion, he pushed his tongue inside you. The sensation was both intimate and electrifying, and you let out a deeper, more guttural moan in response.

Jensen groaned against you, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of pleasure. “You taste so fucking good”, he murmured, his voice rough with desire. The words sent a jolt of heat through you, intensifying the throbbing need in your core.

Jensen’s tongue continued to explore you with an exquisite blend of precision and desire, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through your body. The way he licked and sucked at your folds, combined with the warmth of his breath against your most intimate parts, created an overwhelming sensation that had you teetering on the edge.

His tongue pushed deeper, exploring every inch of your entrance, each thrust deliberate and filled with purpose. The wet, intimate sounds of his mouth working against you heightened the arousal, making your breaths come in ragged gasps. Jensen’s fingers tightened their grip on your hips, anchoring you in place as he increased the intensity of his movements.

He pulled his tongue out and focused on your clit again, this time using the flat of his tongue to apply broad, firm strokes that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. His hands moved to spread your thighs wider, giving him better access and deepening the connection between his mouth and your sensitive flesh. The sensation was so intense it bordered on overwhelming, your body writhing uncontrollably beneath his touch.

Jensen’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, while his tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive nub. The combination of suction and flicking was too much; your back arched, pushing you closer to the brink. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap at any moment.

As you approached your climax, Jensen’s grip on your hips tightened, holding you firmly in place with an almost bruising intensity. The roughness of his hold contrasted sharply with the delicate, precise movements of his tongue and lips, heightening every sensation. The combination of his firm grip and the relentless pleasure he was giving you pushed you further toward the edge.

Sensing your impending release, Jensen doubled down, his tongue and lips working harder, faster. He alternated between firm, broad strokes and quick, flicking motions, keeping you on the brink of ecstasy. Each time you thought you might tip over, he pulled back just enough to let the tension build further, creating an almost unbearable anticipation.

The pleasure was overwhelming. You could feel the tight coil in your core winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap. Jensen’s mouth was relentless, his tongue flicking over your clit with a rhythm that drove you wild.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice breaking with the intensity of the sensation. “I’m so close…”.

Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you held him close. Your hips bucked against his face, your body moving instinctively, seeking release.

“Jensen, please”, you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. “I’m so close…”.

He responded with a low, primal growl, his mouth never leaving your sensitive flesh. His hands gripped your hips even tighter, the almost bruising intensity grounding you as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Every nerve in your body was on fire, the sensations overwhelming as you teetered on the brink of release.

Finally, the coil of pleasure wound so tightly within you snapped, and your orgasm washed over you in a powerful wave. "Jensen!", you cried out, your voice trembling with the intensity of your release. Your body convulsed, muscles contracting rhythmically as you rode the waves of pleasure.

Jensen didn't let up. He continued to lick and suck at your clit, lapping up your juices as they flowed. His grip on your hips remained firm, holding you in place as he prolonged your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. Each stroke of his tongue sent new tremors through your body, keeping you in a state of blissful ecstasy.

Your moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of Jensen's ministrations. The sensations were almost too much, but you were lost in the pleasure, your mind and body consumed by the intensity of the moment. His name spilled from your lips in breathless gasps, a testament to the overwhelming ecstasy he was giving you.

As the waves of your orgasm began to subside, Jensen's movements slowed, his tongue now gently caressing your sensitive flesh. He licked you clean, savoring every drop of your essence. His hands continued to hold your hips, their grip softening as your body relaxed, the aftershocks of your climax leaving you trembling and breathless.

When you finally opened your eyes, you found Jensen gazing up at you with a look of pure adoration. He pressed a final, tender kiss to your inner thigh before moving up.

He hovered above you, his lips, glistening from your cum, were just inches from yours.

He paused for a moment, his breath mingling with yours, before gently laying his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and intimate, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. The sensation was intoxicating, and you could feel your desire reigniting as his tongue teased yours.

“So fucking sweet”, Jensen groaned into the kiss, his voice thick with passion. His hands cradled your face, holding you close as the kiss deepened. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and you felt your body responding to him, your skin tingling with renewed desire.

Jensen’s hands moved down your body, caressing your sides and hips, his touch sending shivers through you. The kiss became more urgent, his need for you evident in every movement. You could feel his arousal pressing against you, and the thought of him inside you filled you with anticipation.

Breaking the kiss, Jensen looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and longing. “You ready for more?”.

You nodded, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as you nodded.

With a sudden surge of strength and desire, Jensen stood up, pulling you with him. In one swift motion, he lifted you onto his hips, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. The movement earned a soft squeak and a chuckle from you, the unexpectedness of it sending a thrill through your body.

“Bedroom?”, Jensen asked, his voice a low growl of need, his eyes searching yours for direction.

You nodded again, breathlessly pointing down the hallway. “Down the hall, last door on the right”, you managed to say, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Jensen carried you with ease, his steps purposeful as he made his way to your bedroom. The intimacy of the moment, the way his body moved against yours, sent shivers of excitement through you. As you reached the door, Jensen paused, gently nudging it open with his foot before stepping inside.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm, inviting light over the room. Jensen moved towards the bed, his grip on you firm and reassuring. He gently laid you down on the bed.

Jensen gently laid you down on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours, the connection between you palpable.

With deliberate slowness, Jensen stood up and stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned torso. Your gaze followed his movements, captivated by the sight of his sculpted muscles. The way the light played over his skin, highlighting every contour, made your breath catch in your throat. His presence was commanding, yet his eyes held a tenderness that made you feel safe and cherished.

He reached down to his belt, his fingers deftly working the buckle with one hand. The ease and confidence with which he did this was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. The sound of the belt unfastening was like a promise of what was to come, sending a thrill through your body.

Jensen’s movements were slow and deliberate, savoring the anticipation that hung in the air. He maintained eye contact with you, his gaze intense and filled with desire. His jeans loosened as he unhooked the belt, the fabric sliding slightly to reveal the waistband of his underwear. The sight made your heart race, the reality of the moment sinking in.

You bit your lip as you took in the sight of Jensen standing before you, now wearing nothing but his boxers. The anticipation and desire in his eyes mirrored your own, creating an intense connection between you. Slowly, you slipped to the edge of the bed, your movements deliberate and teasing. Jensen's eyes followed your every move, dark with desire.

Kneeling on the mattress, you reached out, your hand finding the waistband of his boxers. You could clearly see the outline of his hardness, the sight making your breath catch in your throat. The reality of the moment, of how much he wanted you, sent a shiver of excitement through your body.

You looked up at him, your big eyes meeting his. The veins in his neck stood out, a testament to the effort he was making to control his desire for you. Your gaze seemed to undo him, his control slipping as he watched you with a mixture of need and anticipation.

With slightly shaking fingers, you slowly pulled down his boxers. His erection sprang free, the sight of his impressive size making you swallow hard.

Jensen’s breath hitched as you took him in, his body responding to your touch and your gaze. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation and the promise of what was to come.

He hesitated for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly against your lower lip as he searched your eyes for any hint of uncertainty or hesitation. Finding none, only the same desire mirrored back at him, he let out a low, almost primal growl of need.

“You’re driving me insane”, Jensen confessed hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. His touch was gentle yet urgent as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. It was a clash of passion, tongues dancing and bodies pressing closer as the intensity between you grew.

Breaking the kiss, he murmured against your lips, “I want you so damn much”. His hands moved with purpose, guiding you back onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. His eyes burned with a mix of longing and reverence, his fingertips tracing the curves of your body as if committing every inch to memory.

He kissed your lips one more time before pushing himself up on one hand. His free hand wrapped around himself, giving a few strokes before he lined up. You hesitated, whispering shyly, “Just go slow, please”. Jensen knew it had been a while for you, but your plea seemed a bit over the top to him. Nevertheless, he just nodded.

He looked down between the two of you, using the swollen tip of his dick to spread your wetness around your folds and clit. The sensation was intense for him too, since because he hadn't had sex for months.

Watching your pussy, he slowly pushed the tip inside, groaning a low “fuck” as he felt how tight you were. You winced quietly, and now he understood why you asked him to go slow.

Jensen paused, giving you time to adjust, his breath ragged as he fought to maintain control. “You’re fucking tight”, he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and restraint. He moved slowly, inch by inch, allowing you to acclimate to his size, his gaze never leaving your face.

Jensen paused, feeling you tense up beneath him. Your hands gripped his underarms tightly, nails digging into his skin as he held your hip firmly in place with one hand, sensing your body’s instinct to pull away from the discomfort. His breath was ragged, strained with the effort to keep himself in check.

“Come on, sweetheart, relax for me”, he murmured, his voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of the moment. His other hand moved to caress your side, his touch gentle and reassuring.

You nodded, trying to focus on his voice and touch, willing your body to relax. His thumb traced circles on your hip, a small but comforting gesture. Slowly, you felt yourself unclench, your body beginning to respond to his coaxing.

Jensen began to move again, painstakingly slow, inch by inch. His eyes never left yours, monitoring every expression, every wince, ensuring he wasn’t pushing too hard or too fast.

“There you go”, he whispered encouragingly as he felt you begin to relax more.

With that, he bottomed out, his face falling against your collarbone as he groaned deeply, earning another strained moan from you. He stilled, giving both of you time to adjust, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. He pressed soft, wet kisses to your collarbone, his lips and tongue tracing gentle patterns as he tried to maintain control.

You shivered beneath him, your breathing heavy, each exhale a mix of relief and anticipation. The warmth of his kisses sent ripples of sensation through your body, helping you relax further.

“You’re good?”, he asked softly, lifting his head to look into your eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, I’m good”, you whispered, your voice breathy but sincere.

Jensen let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his eyes softening with relief and desire. He pressed another tender kiss to your lips.

Slowly, he began to move again, his thrusts shallow and measured, each one designed to build your pleasure gradually while allowing you to adjust fully to his presence.

His movements were deliberate, a slow and sensual rhythm that made you feel every inch of him. The sensation of him filling you, inch by inch, sent waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Each thrust was accompanied by a soft, appreciative groan from Jensen, his breath warm against your skin as he nuzzled into your neck.

“You feel so good”, he murmured. His hand moved from your hip to your face, cupping your cheek gently as his thumb traced the contour of your jaw. The intimacy of his touch, combined with the slow, deliberate pace of his movements, created a deep sense of connection between you.

Jensen was overwhelmed by how incredible you felt wrapped around him. He had never experienced this level of intensity, where every movement, every sensation seemed to deepen the connection between you. Your tightness around him, combined with the way you responded to his touch, ignited a fire within him unlike anything he had felt before.

As he continued to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, Jensen found himself lost in the moment. Each thrust was a testament to his growing desire for you, his appreciation for your body and the way it molded perfectly against his own. The warmth of your skin, the softness of your moans, and the way your body arched against his—all of it seemed to speak to a deeper connection, a bond that went beyond mere physical pleasure.

“Fuck”, he groaned softly, his voice thick with emotion.

In that moment, as he heard your throaty moan and felt the tightness of your embrace, Jensen’s heart skipped a beat. It was as if everything fell into place, as if he had found something he didn’t even know he was searching for. The realization hit him hard—that this wasn’t just physical attraction, but something much more profound.

He wanted to savor every moment with you, to etch this memory into his mind forever. With each movement, he poured his emotions into his touch, his kisses, his whispered words of affection. He wanted you to know how much you meant to him, how you had changed everything with a single glance, a single touch.

The way he kissed you made your heart beat faster, each press of his lips against yours filled with an intensity that took your breath away. There was so much emotion in his kiss, a blend of passion, tenderness, and a deep, unspoken connection that made you feel as if you were the center of his universe. In that moment, you felt yourself falling for him like you never had for anyone before.

Jensen’s movements were slow, almost lazy, his hips rolling with a rhythm that seemed designed to drive you both to the brink of madness. The friction, the heat, the way your bodies seemed to move in perfect harmony—all of it combined to create a sensation that was almost too intense to bear.

His lips found yours again in a series of tender kisses, each one igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

You moaned softly into his mouth, your hands running through his hair as you pulled him closer. The intensity of your feelings for him was overwhelming, a whirlwind of passion and longing that threatened to consume you both. But in that moment, you didn’t care. All that mattered was the here and now, the undeniable connection between you.

Again, his head fell against your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. He groaned, the sound vibrating through you, adding to the overwhelming sensations. “Does it feel good?”, he mumbled against your neck, his voice thick with need and a hint of vulnerability.

“Yes”, you whispered back, your voice barely audible as you tightened your grip on him. “So good, Jensen”.

Encouraged by your words, Jensen shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts.

As he adjusted his angle, Jensen’s next thrust hit your G-spot with perfect precision. The sudden, intense wave of pleasure that surged through you was overwhelming, and you couldn’t hold back the scream that escaped your lips. Your nails dug into his back, a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of control amidst the bliss.

Jensen groaned, the sound strained yet deeply satisfied. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the knowledge that he was driving you to such heights of ecstasy brought a smirk to his lips. His confidence and skill only heightened the intensity of the moment, making every movement feel electrifying.

“That’s it”, he murmured, his voice a mix of encouragement and raw desire. “Just let go, sweetheart. I want to hear you”.

He maintained that perfect angle, his thrusts steady and purposeful, each one sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathy moan. Your body arched against his, seeking more of that exquisite pressure, that perfect rhythm that was driving you wild. “I can’t… it’s too-.. fuck”.

“You can”, he whispered back, his tone filled with a mix of tenderness and command.

Your breath came in short, sharp gasps, and your grip on his back tightened, your nails leaving marks in your desperation. Jensen’s groans grew louder, more guttural, as he watched you unravel beneath him.

“Come for me”, he urged, his pace quickening slightly as he sensed your impending climax.

With those words, the coil inside you snapped, and you were thrown into the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Your body convulsed around him, a cry of pure ecstasy tearing from your throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. The force of your release was so powerful that it left you trembling, your entire being consumed by the sensation.

Jensen followed you over the edge, his own climax triggered by the sheer intensity of yours. He groaned deeply, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his release, the sensation of you tightening around him driving him to his own peak. His body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as he buried himself deep inside you, his release a hot, pulsing rush that left him shuddering with pleasure.

He collapsed against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you both caught your breath. The world seemed to spin around you, the only reality being the warmth of his body, the feel of his breath against your skin, and the deep, resonant sound of your shared satisfaction.

The intensity of your shared climax left you both nearly unable to breathe. Jensen’s chest heaved against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to steady himself. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, mirroring the frantic pace of your own.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, simply savoring the closeness, the aftermath of such an intense experience. His body was a comforting weight on top of you, grounding you in the present moment. His skin was slick with sweat, his muscles trembling slightly from the exertion. You could feel the slight rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took.

Finally, Jensen pushed himself up, his movements slow and deliberate as he tried to steady himself. The warmth of his body left a lingering imprint on your skin, and you felt a slight pang of loss as he shifted away. He gently pulled out of you, his softened member slipping free, and you both winced slightly at the sudden emptiness.

As he withdrew, you felt his hot cum start to drip out of you, trailing down your thighs in a way that was both intimate and slightly messy. Jensen couldn’t help but let out a breathless, low chuckle, the sound filled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. “Fuck”, he muttered quietly, glancing around the room, searching for something to clean up with.

He finally spotted a box of tissues on the nightstand and reached over, grabbing a handful. With a gentle touch, he began to clean you up, his movements tender and caring. “Sorry about the mess”, he said with a sheepish smile, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and apology.

You chuckled softly, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement coloring your cheeks. Jensen’s thoughtful gesture of cleaning you up after such an intimate moment was both endearing and unexpected. It spoke volumes about his consideration and maturity, deepening the connection you felt with him even further.

“Thanks", you mumbled.

Jensen waved off your thanks with a small smile before tossing the tissues onto the nightstand. He let himself sink down beside you with a deep, quiet groan. “Fuck” he muttered again, brushing his palm over his face. He took a deep breath and looked over at you, a grin spreading across his face as he saw your flushed cheeks and your gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“You’re good?”, he asked, his voice raspy with lingering emotion and exertion.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, I’m good”, you replied, your voice still equally breathless. “More than good, actually”.

Jensen took another deep breath before mumbling, “That was fucking intense”. His eyes were wide with a mixture of amazement and satisfaction, clearly still processing the depth of the experience you had just shared.

You nodded, feeling a similar sense of wonder and connection. “Really was”, you agreed softly.

Jensen watched you from the side, his eyes tracing every inch of your form. He noticed the goosebumps that covered your skin, the way your nipples had hardened in the cool air. “C’mere”, he mumbled, his voice filled with affection as he pulled you close, enveloping you in his warmth. He gently tugged the blanket over both of your naked bodies, creating a cocoon of comfort and intimacy.

As you nestled against him, you felt the comforting heat of his body seep into yours, melting away any lingering tension. His strong arms wrapped around you protectively, and you could feel his heartbeat, steady and reassuring, beneath your cheek.

Jensen’s hand moved in slow, soothing circles on your back, his touch light and tender. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was filled with concern and a deep, abiding affection.

“You really okay?”, he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. The sincerity in his tone made it clear that he genuinely wanted to know.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his concern. “Yes, I’m really okay”, you reassured him, your voice steady and sincere. “Probably sore by tomorrow, but that’s worth it”.

Jensen chuckled softly, the sound warm and comforting. “Yeah, I might be a little sore too”, he admitted, a playful glint in his eyes. “Especially since I think you really scratched my back badly”, he added with a smirk, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and affection.

You blushed, a sheepish smile creeping onto your face. “Sorry about that”, you said. "Guess I was a little overwhelmed".

He laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “Don’t apologize”, he said, his eyes twinkling. “I like knowing I made you feel that way”.

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. “Well, you definitely did”, you replied.

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

Edit: well, I just realized that that's actually 7010 words in form of smut. Lol. I hope you enjoyed it 😂

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Part 10

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[lovealexhunt]

Tag game: I will name you some categories or a word and you will tag a tumblr friend or a mutual which matches with it or gives you these vibes. Or their blog content vibes. Don't worry, just a game. If you get tagged by someone else, you are lucky. Continue this game with the words of your choice :)

Friends 2 Lovers

Enemies 2 Lovers

Strangers 2 Lovers

LGBTQ+

Historical Romance

Fantasy Romance

Royal Romance

Aww this looks like fun! Thanks for starting this game Nonny!

Friends 2 Lovers: This just makes me think of @liaromancewriter's Max and Sienna. They're just so sweet and supportive of each other (even before their relationship). They're the cutest!

Enemies 2 Lovers: Can I tag @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for their Aerin x MC art?!?! It's literally giving me life right now and I can't stop staring at it. Like seriously, have you seen it?!?!

Strangers 2 Lovers: My first thought was @jerzwriter's Tobias and Casey. Their journey started as strangers in a diner and it blossomed into one of my favorite pairings! I love T + C with my whole heart!

LGBTQ+: Gahhh this is hard because there are SO many amazing creators in this category! @lilyoffandoms's Trystan and Gabriel and @peonyblossom's Ethan and Sydney (and so many more of boththeir pairings!), also @mydemonsdrivealimo Bryce and Jensen

Historical Romance: This one screams @princess-geek's Unspoken Desires to me! It's such a gorgeous romance story. I know the series is more modern than the original source material (Desire & Decorum) but I still feel like it works!

Fantasy Romance: MY FAVORITE PAIRING!!! @lilyoffandoms's Tyril and Maiele! I love them with my entire heart and being. They are everything and I am here for it!

Royal Romance: Even though they don't post anymore, for me Cordonians Undercover (by @the-soot-sprite and @zaffrenotes) is my first and favorite thought for a Royal Romance .

🙈 I hope these work for everyone!

Thanks again for the ask Nonny! I had so much fun!

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles facial expressions a journey | JIBCon 2023 (June 17, 2023) [x]

Bonus:

[chinzhilla-main]

Things I have noticed and learnt about buddie in the past 72 hours about Buck x Eddie from tumblr and youtube

these two guys are friends and Bucky hangs out an abnormally lot of time with Eddie (almost like he's got a little crush on him you could say)

Buck (Not Bucky) is a ladies man (or is written as such) and he has a close relationship with Eddie's son Christopher (who has cerebral palsey) - Eddie has willed it that he ever passes Christopher will be under his guardianship.

Up until now half the pairing of buck/eddie was straight and now Buck is bi so there's a bit of a chance that buck/eddie will be canon, but it's going to be a bit of a wait

Buck is kind of Deancoded in some senses (also I really would love now that Jensen Ackles and Oliver Stark are in something together where they play lovers, I feel like this would be good).

Eddie might be deancoded? but he's like Buck except without the repressed feelings???

This is all what I've gathered so far.

lol this was a delight to see in my inbox this morning and it's mostly correct. the big thing is the idea that mr. i-don't-panic-it's-not-repression-just-moving-forward is less repressed than buck

allow me to direct you simply to this gifset by the lovely and talented @eddiediaaz. eddie's working on it but repression and his unpacking it are a huge part of his character and journey. and the show hasn't yet broached how that might be at play with his sexuality or potential feelings for a certain someone but girlie's about to obliviously crash a date his boybestfriend is on with another man so. we'll see how that plays out

on that note it seems based on your third point that you were under the impression that eddie was already canonically queer which. see above. so sadly 100% of buddie was presumed straight until thursday. but it's been explicitly stated at the very least by oliver (and maybe also the showrunner but i'm not sure - other people pay better attention to these things than me) that they saw all the potential seeds of bi buck and all the talk about it online and decided to (and crucially were finally able to at abc) just run with it. and there are PLENTY of queer eddie seeds so. as for canon buddie i'm pretty much completely convinced it's happening at this point. whether it's in conjunction with an eddie sexuality journey or after it is my biggest question right now

and you're definitely not the first person to clock buck as deancoded lol but i'm not sure how i would feel about jensen and oliver playing lovers because i just don't think i could separate them from their dean and buck and the thought of that crossover is breaking my brain aksdjfkdj

anyways one of the most fun things about this development has been the reactions from people outside the fandom so thank you for sending me yours!! 🩷💜💙