#misha tried his best but it was radio silence from everyone else

[cas-poisoning]

Do y’all remember how they literally wouldn’t talk about destiel even after the confession and the end of the show? Like that whole year+ of conventions after the show ended they were still tiptoeing around it. Now we have *Jensen* saying it’s clear text and willingly showing up to a panel introduced as a destiel panel. 2021 spnblr would be a wreck rn.

[deans-mind-palace]

Nightcrawler

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen and you never got along well. But when a stunt accident almost caused him losing you, everything changes. What will Jensen have to say if you wake up?

Word Count: 2,182

Warnings: Description of an accident, Mean!Jensen, Angst, Fluff

Author’s Note: Based on this request. Anonymous: Can I ask a Jensen x fem!reader, where reader is an actress on spn. Jensen kinda hates her (like don’t like her). One day some stunt accident happens on set and reader goes in critical situation. Jensen gets very upset, stays with reader every time from ambulance till hospital. Goes crazy over the reader surprising Jared, Misha and other people on ser since everyone assumed he doesn’t like her. But he ends up confessing to reader at the end and alllll fluffy end?

It was late in the evening, but you had just arrived on the set for your shoot today. It was a night shoot, because the scene had to be shot in the dark outside on the studio grounds. It was a particularly important scene and you were late, so you hurried straight into make-up.

"Look who's late. Again." Jensen greeted you friendly as always. You rolled your eyes. "Mind your own business, Ackles." you were giving back before falling in the chair next to Misha. It was the seat furthest away from the blond actor. Misha sighed after you gave your best friend a quick hug. "I will never understand your hatred for each other." he muttered with a side glance at Jensen, who was now excitedly engrossed in a conversation with Jared and the make-up artist.

The truth was that you and Jensen didn't like each other from the very beginning. In your eyes he was an arrogant ass who looked good and was fully aware of that fact. In his eyes you were a bitch who couldn't understand a joke and was closed off. Neither of you had ever bothered to look behind the façade of the other one. Right on your first day on set you had argued so terribly that the shooting of the scene had to be stopped. When you were told a few weeks ago that you were to play Dean's love interest in the series from now on, the arguments between you had reached their peak.

"So, nervous about shooting tonight?" Misha ripped you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath and tried to give him a halfway confident smile. "Oh, no. It's okay," you said. Misha saw right through you and gave you an encouraging smile. "I'll be okay. Don't worry about it." Further back you could hear the deep laughter of Jensen and Jared patted him on the shoulder in a brotherly way. You turned your eyes away when Jensen looked over.

A few minutes after your make-up was ready, a young personal assistant also walked into the trailer. "Ms L/N? We need you on set in ten," he reminded you. "Of course, thank you." you smiled. Then he looked at you nervously and fidgeted. Your eyebrows furrowed in wonder. "Can I help you with anything else?" you asked and smiled at the nervous student. "Err... No - Yes. Y-yes. I-I'm a big fan of yours. You're such a great actress and-" Jensen snorted in the background, for which you gave him a deadly look that made the young PA freeze completely, but Jensen was not the least bit bothered. You smiled reassuringly at the PA and granted him his wish for a selfie, then he led you to the set and lectured you for a few more minutes on how great he thought you were. You smiled and nodded from time to time, but you were far too nervous about the upcoming shoot to really listen to him. He didn't seem to notice that.

The spotlights were already set up and radiated the dark area. Cameras were flashing and the car was ready.  It was time for the shoot. A bit away, Jensen sat in his chair and watched the action. Technicians hurried across the set. Cameramen were changing settings and the director gave final instructions for the scene.

"Everyone to their places, please!" shouted the director and clapped his hands. You took off your bathrobe and swallowed before stepping on your green mark. Immediately the director approached you. "You ready, Y/N?" he asked you. "This is an important and difficult scene. You must be ready for it because we only have one car, the next one would have to be delivered first." You nodded, unable to put your doubts into words. You wanted to appear professional, damn it! "All right, you know how the scene works? You're standing on the marker. The car, possessed by a demon, is going to race towards you, but you jump aside at the last second because you lure it into a trap and it crashes into the wall behind you. All right?" he went over the sequence of the scene with you again. "Yes." Your voice sounded uncertain, but he didn't seem to notice. "Fine, let's do it." He turned away.

"Light? "Check." "Camera? "Rolling." "Silence on set, please. Scene 17, Take 1. Go!"

As soon as the engine of the car in front of you stuttered to life, the sweat broke out on your forehead. Your fingers trembled, but it appeared as if it was part of your acting. You swallowed and your fingers clenched into fists. "Come on!" you shouted to the possessed car. "Come and get me!" The headlights of the car flickered and it roared a couple of times on the spot. The radio turned up loud and AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' came out of the speakers, before the tires screeched and spun, and then the car started moving rapidly. Now it was getting serious. When the car crossed the green line, you had to jump to the side onto the green mat.

But the car approached the green line relentlessly and you were frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. Literally. When it reached the green line, you couldn't move a muscle. Immediately, panic broke out around you and the last thing you saw were Jensen's green, wide-open eyes filled with panic before the car hit you.

Suddenly everything happened very quickly. You felt a stabbing pain shoot through your legs as you collided with the bumper. Immediately, you were hurled over the hood, bounced over the roof and hit the ground. Blood ran from your hand and forehead where you had been smashed into the glass. Pain shot through your entire body, then everything went black.

For a split second there was complete silence on the set, then hell broke loose. The director instructed everyone to stay calm, an ambulance was called, but Jensen didn't notice the chaos around him. His gaze was locked on your motionless body as if in a trance. Then he jumped up and started running. Kneeling on the ground, he slid towards you. You had lost consciousness and blood was running from the cuts on your hands. His fingers trembled as he brushed the locks of hair from your face. He would have loved to lay your head in his lap and watched over you until the ambulance arrived, but he knew there was a chance the fall had broken your spine. Your face was pale and smeared with red crimson.

Suddenly he heard yelling in the background. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Misha rushed out of the trailer followed by Jared and ran towards Y/N. Jensen held your bloody hand and stroked your forehead. Your breath was very shallow. He paid no attention to his panicked friend at all. All his attention and concern was only for you. As if in shock, his gaze kept wandering over your wounds. His breathing trembled and with every breath he had the feeling that his chest would burst. Should it end like this? You dying in front of him? Never again your cheeky comments or your bickering in the morning when you arrived late on set again? Would he never be able to make you coffee with too much sugar purposely, because he knew how much you hated sugar in your coffee? Or would he never ever listen to your complaints you always made when you were getting your hair done next to him and he just rolled his eyes? Would he never see the sparkle in your eyes again when a day of shooting was successfully completed? Or would he never feel the joy again when he saw you again after a long break in shooting, even though he would never admit it? A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed. Next to him Jared moved Misha away.

Suddenly, turmoil broke out again. The ambulance hurried to the set and immediately bent down to you. Jensen did not hear their words. But the doctor ordered two paramedics to lay you down on the stretcher. "Sir, you have to let go of her hand now," One of the paramedics told him. "N-no." Jensen shook his head violently. "I-I can't leave her alone." The very thought filled his stomach with nausea. His voice croaked. "I ask you only once more, Sir." But Jensen made no move. Suddenly, Jared grabbed him from behind and pulled him away. Jensen tried to fight back, but he was afraid to cause you more damage. "No! I can't leave her, Jared," he yelled in panic and tried to free himself from the iron grip of his best friend. "Sssh. It's okay, Jensen! It's gonna be okay! They're taking her to the hospital now," Jared explained calmly. But Jensen didn't take his words seriously.

"Let me be with her," Jensen pleaded. "Okay, it's okay, Jay. I'll take you to the hospital." Jensen shook his head. The paramedic cleared his throat because he felt sorry for the distraught man. "Family members are allowed to ride in the ambulance, so..." Even before he had finished the sentence, Jensen had already started running. Shoulder shrugging, Jared looked at the Doctor. "I'll catch up with my friend." He nodded at Misha, who was beside himself. The doctor nodded.

In the car, Jensen had already taken your hand. Gently he stroked the skin with his thumb, careful not to touch any of your wounds. The paramedics put you on all kinds of tubes and you still weren't conscious. Jensen got sick at the sight of all the wires running into your body. All the needles they stuck under your skin. Suddenly the ECG kicked in and your heartbeat started beating flat. "Fractures of the ribs 11 to 12. Craniocerebral trauma. Multiple contusions and a broken leg. Also some superficial lacerations." explained a paramedic. " Her condition is critical. She has sustained severe head injuries and internal bleeding cannot be ruled out. A hematoma is probably already forming. She must go to the O.R. immediately for a trepanation." The paramedic's gaze was serious as the ambulance reached the hospital. The doors of the ambulance were ripped open and the stretcher was taken out. Immediately, the paramedic informed the doctors and nurses of your state of health.

You were immediately taken to an operating room and Jensen was asked to take a seat in the waiting area. He wandered up and down nervously. Soon Misha and Jared arrived. Y/N's family would not arrive in Vancouver until tomorrow afternoon. So you had no family. A few hours later, one of the leading doctors arrived. "Gentlemen. Ms. L/N made it through the operation in good shape. We had to stabilize several fractures with screws and drill a hole in her skull to give the pressure room to dissipate." Jensen went pale. Jared pulled him into the seat next to him so he wouldn't faint. "It'll be a few more hours before she wakes up. She is now under the influence of strong painkillers, but you may see her now," the doctor explained. He gave the room number.

Jared came into the room with a cup of coffee for Jensen. Misha had gone home several hours ago to meet Y/N's parents in the afternoon. But Jensen had not left your side. Jared supplied him with coffee for the third time already and yawned tiredly. It was already 8 a.m. and they hadn't slept all night. "I'm leaving now, Jay. And you should rest too. She's fine. They'll let us know when she wakes up." But Jensen didn't answer. Jared put the coffee on a small table and left the room. Jensen sat by your bed and had trouble keeping his eyes open. The constant beeping of the ECG lulled him in and calmed him down.

When you woke up, your whole body felt numb. The painkillers clouded your mind and you didn't know where you were for a moment until it all came back to you. The accident.

You looked around the white room until your eyes fell on a blond mop of hair. Jensen's head was on your bed. His hand in yours. He had pressed his forehead against your hand in his sleep. Worry overshadowed his sleeping face. You were surprised. Gently you released your wired hand from his grip and stroked his cheek. At once he blinked and jumped up. "Y/N! You are awake! Oh, thank God!" You saw his eyes shimmer with tears of relief. "I thought I had lost you," he said and his voice broke. "Jensen, it's all right," you muttered reassuringly. He nodded, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When they opened again the green sparkled intensely.

"Y/N. I'm sorry for what I did. I was an ass. I want to apologize for all this. I acted like an idiot because I didn't know how to handle it, but -" He took a deep breath. "The truth is, I love you, Y/N."

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

Fallout 6

SPN RPF 

Warnings: RPF, Smut 

Link to Chapter 5

Words: 3,724

Pairings: Richard Speight Jr x Reader

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You sat in the passenger seat of the rental car enjoying the cool mountain air on your face. With a smile, you glanced over at Richard. While this was the happiest you had been in a very long while; you also knew the two of you were going to face one hell of a shit storm soon. Running off and eloping was definitely one of the craziest things that you had ever done! You didn’t regret the decision that Richard had come up with at three in the morning the day after returning from Germany.

  “What are we waiting for? Why have a big fancy wedding when no one else cares? Your parents won’t be able to come, mine certainly won’t be there. Now Rob won’t even talk to us about it or anything for that matter.”

  You had said when Richard made the comment about just eloping. Richard looked a little surprised when those words came out of your mouth. He was partially being a smart ass so when you agreed with his idea it was definitely shocking.

  “Wait, you don’t want to have a wedding with the dress and all that…stuff?”

  You shook your head.

  “Not at the moment. If my own brother won’t be there let’s just do a quickie. Yeah, the rest of our friends will probably be bummed but they will get over it. Besides I won’t be fitting into a wedding dress much longer anyway.”

  Richard raised an eyebrow. He knew that you were irritated with Rob for avoiding but this just proved how devastated you were over it. Rolling his eyes, Richard had to fight the urge to call Crystal and give her a good piece of his mind to tell Rob. He let his eyes look down your body to her stomach. You still didn’t look pregnant. 

  “I don’t want you to regret it later.”

  He responded, softly. You shook your head.

  “I won’t.”

  Richard shrugged deciding now was the time to give up.

  “If that’s what you want, babe. I have an idea. We can do our little shotgun wedding and I’ll book us a week or two back in Tennessee. We can get away from all the cameras and nonsense. It would also give us some time alone without interruptions.”

  You looked pleased enough. At the moment, you would have probably agreed with any quickie idea that he could come up with.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  Pulling yourself from the memory of the day before, the only real regret you did have was not telling Rob. But at the same time, if Rob wouldn’t answer your or Richard’s call and texts, there really wasn’t much that could be done. Judging from the look on Richard’s face you were beginning to worry if he was regretting the decision as well.

 “Do you regret what we did?”

  You asked softly. Richard quickly looked at you. He was worrying himself that you were regretting the hasty marriage. If you did, it would crush him! During the ceremony, your eyes hadn’t left his. It almost felt as though you could see his whole soul. If it didn’t work out with you, he would never fall in love with anyone again!

  “What?! No! Not at all, sugar. Are you?”

  You shook your head and wrapped your hand around Richard’s that was resting on your thigh.

  “No. I’m just worried about my brother.”

  Richard nodded.

  “Yeah, that is going to be a barrel of monkeys. Look Y/n, I’m serious when I say I don’t regret marrying you. My regret was not asking you sooner. I just don’t want people thinking the only reason I married you is because I got you pregnant.”

  He slowly brought your hand to his lips before returning his focus to the road ahead. You meanwhile, looked down at her wedding ring. A few weeks ago you would have never even considered marrying Richard. The two of you were only repairing the broken relationship. However, after the eventful trip to Europe, finding out that you were pregnant, being involved in one of the weirdest train incidents to hit northern Europe (big shout out to Jared, you thought with a smirk), and finally getting some alone time with Richard things had started to look up.

  “What’s so funny?”

  Richard asked as he began to mess with the radio. You chuckled.

  “Just thinking about Jared causing havoc in Europe.”

  Richard rolled his eyes.

  “We are seriously never traveling with them again. I thought we going to jail. Amsterdam was nice though.”

  “We didn’t get out of bed for two days.”

  Richard gave you his best “innocent” look.

  “That was my point. I may be keeping you in bed for the next week and a half. When we get to Missouri to see your mother you may not be walking straight. You may want to think of a clever excuse to tell your mother so she won’t know what you have been up to.”

  You rolled your eyes.

  “You are so full of yourself! You won’t be able to go straight for a week in a half. You may play an angel on TV but hate to break it to you love you are just a man in real life ...and kind of like a bottle rocket the moment you get inside me.”

  You watched as he gave you the most confused and bewildered expression.

  “I can go for a long time….if you recall in Amsterdam it was you that needed to keep taking naps. Baby girl, I can get hard for you any time any place. Speaking of which, we could always pull off and fool around.”

  You shook your head.

  “I am not letting you fuck me in some roadside bathroom where tourists might show up.”

  Richard rolled his eyes going back to the radio.

  “Didn’t stop you before.”

  You gave up trying to argue with him knowing he would have some sassy comment that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with.

  “Ugh everything in this state is damn country music. Do you see why I moved to LA now? Imagine growing up in Nashville.”

  Richard grumbled before giving up and stopping at some random station.

  “We’ll be there soon.”

  You said softly running your hand over his crotch. Richard groaned looking over at you again.

  “I’m really about to pull this car over.”

  Taking your hand away, you leaned back with a satisfied grin on your face. With a yawn, you closed your eyes. Jet lag was still holding on from the trip to Europe. A small nap sounded like a good idea. 

    You were pulled out of your light nap when Richard said your name.

  “Huh? What’s wrong?”

  You focused on the radio.

  “In other news, musician and Supernatural actress Y/n Benedict married co star and long-time boyfriend Richard Speight Jr. yesterday…”

  Your mouth dropped as Richard turned off the radio and pulled over. Both of you sat in silence for a moment before Richard laughed.

  “Well, that cat is out of the bag!”

  You groaned realizing that everyone knew now. The little secret was out.  

  “So much for having a week of peace.”

  You looked down at your phone that started ringing. Seeing Jared’s name followed by Jensen, both Marks, Matt Cohen, Sebastian, Misha, Vicki, and everyone else that you seemed to know. Everyone but Rob, your brain supplied. Richard hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

  “Don’t answer it.”

  Richard said calmly, running his hand through his hair. You frowned.

  “Do you think Rob knows?”

  Richard shrugged.

  “He hasn’t blown my phone up yet so I’m guessing no. Sugar, turn the phone off. Let’s just enjoy our week of peace. We can worry about the mess back home when we get home.”

  (Meanwhile in Missouri)

  Rob’s morning started like any other. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Crystal left to go to work around 8 am. Rob shuffled into the living room picking up his iPad. He frowned looking down the device. Still nothing from you or Richard. Rob couldn’t help wonder what in the world was going on with the two of you? They never just disappeared and avoided him like this.

  Logging onto Twitter, Rob had enough if the two of you wouldn’t answer his calls or texts he would blow your pages up until someone talked to him. Going to your page Rob froze when something caught his attention.

  “Katherine Benedict Speight.”

  Rob frowned muttering “the fuck?” under his breath. Taking out his phone he dialed your number and it automatically went to voicemail.

  “Y/n, it’s Rob. Call me now!”

  He did the same thing to Richard before sitting down with a frown. Seriously what the fuck was going on? Rob was beginning to regret his decision to unplug from the world while he was getting over his stroke.

  Looking further down your twitter page, he froze seeing all he needed to see at the mention of you marrying Richard.

  “Is it that hard to pick up a phone?”

  Rob muttered before angrily closing the iPad. How could the two of you not call him? Just because he was across the country didn’t mean he wouldn’t want to be there when his sister was married!

  “They’ve lost their fucking minds!”

  Rob thought angrily before trying to formulate a plan.

    Meanwhile…

    Walking into the cabin, you were bound and determined not to let the stresses of life come in the way of a nice honeymoon.

  “Are you okay. sugar?”

  You looked up as Richard shut the door.

  “Yeah. I’m good.”

  You knew he didn’t believe you. Richard quickly pulled you into his arms. 

  “If you’re feeling bad it’s okay to say so. You haven’t been at all like my ex. She was sick all the damn time when she was pregnant. I think I handled that pretty well.” 

  You smirked at the fear in his eyes. Most men seemed to have this look when it came to their pregnant partners.

  “I’m fine. I promise.”

  Richard nodded as he picked you up and sat you on the island. He had been keeping a close eye on you since she said the word “pregnant.” He was no longer questioning whether or not he really wanted a baby. While he wasn’t fully on board or over the moon, Richard had accepted it. He tried to smile and appear happy when you mentioned anything baby related. Surely by the time the baby was born he would feel a little more at ease.

  You meanwhile, watched his facial expression carefully. You were no fool, you knew Richard wasn’t thrilled with the baby but he wouldn’t say it. After you almost left him over the baby, Richard had changed his tune. He was more attentive and gentle towards your needs. You had even caught him stroking his fingers over your stomach a few times.

  “So are you going to fuck me on every surface of this cabin?”

  You asked with a smirk. You pushed a strand of Richard’s hair away from his eyes before leaning in for a kiss. Richard groaned into your lips.

  “Richard, can you please just lose control like you used to and manhandle me?”

  “I can’t hurt you right now. You’ll have to deal with soft and easy until the baby is born. Don’t give me that look!”

  You didn’t listen to his last sentence and gave Richard a pouty face.

  “A lot of people have sex while pregnant, Rich.”

  He shook his head and pressed a few kisses to your neck and the exposed parts of your chest.

  “Not like what we have.”

  “You’re not being fair! You have me sounding like a slut again.”

  Richard stood up with a cocky smile He quickly yanked your sweater and tank top off.

  “You can be a slut for me. That I’m cool with.”

  You whimpered, trying to ignore the need building inside of you. From the time you realized that you were pregnant, you were almost always horny. The pregnancy hormones were driving you nuts.

  “And you talking like that isn’t helping!!”

  Richard shrugged.

  “I never said that I wouldn’t fuck you, sugar.”

  You slid off the counter only for Richard to reach out and put you right back.

  “Fucking tease.”

  Richard smiled. He was genuinely pleased with the comment.

  “You take my cock so well, sugar.”

  The look on your face made Richard chuckle as he reached behind you to remove your bra.

  “How the fuck do I get this thing off?”

  He asked upon finding no clasp in the back. You took his hands placing it on the front between your breasts. Richard rolled his eyes mumbling about stupid lingerie designers and their fancy ideas. After a few tries, he started to pull. You quickly pushed his hands away.

  “Oh no you don’t! I paid a lot of money for this bra. You’ve torn too many of my lingerie items when you’re turned on.”

  Richard shrugged unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his jeans.

  “Well, I didn’t get a fucking MIT degree in bra engineering. It either opens in the back or gets ripped off.”

  You carefully undid your bra and tossed it aside. Richard reached up pressing your breasts together before taking one in his mouth and gently bit down. You whimpered, pulling his body closer to yours.

  “Stop being a fucking tease, Richard.”

  “What’s the rush, sugar? We can play for a while? We have all week to consummate our marriage. How about I eat you out in front of the fireplace? I can make the wait worth your while.”  

  You looked like you were ready to scream at this point.

  “Richard Speight Jr, if you don’t make love to me I will blue ball you until this baby is born!!”

  Richard stood up straight looking at you with honest surprise.

  “You wouldn’t…”

  “Try me.”

  You said before you went to put the sweater back on. Richard lunged forward tossing the sweater somewhere behind him.

  “Fine, bossy.”

  He reached out pulling you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

  “I still plan on eating you out in front of that fireplace.”

  He said with a devious grin. Richard laid you on the bed. You quickly wiggled out of your remaining clothes as Richard undressed.

  “I have to say I do enjoy these pregnancy hormones. You being horny all the time will make it better for me to just bend you over whenever I damn please. ”

  “That would be lovely. You’ve always taken what you wanted so bending me over when you damn well please isn’t anything new. Seeing as we have spent a lot of time in airplane bathrooms, closets, dressing rooms I think your sex drive is as crazy as mine.”

  Your lips were on his neck while a fee hand wrapped around his erection. Whatever sassy comment Richard had in mind left his mind as you tightened her grip. You bit down on his neck as Richard bucked his hips into your hand.

  “Sugar…please.”

  You slowly eased your way onto Richard, placing yourself right over him. Richard groaned raising his hips to grind further against you.

  “What’s the matter, baby? You want me as bad as I want you, huh?”

  Richard nodded, looking at you with the best puppy eyes he could come up with.

  “Sugar, you can dominate me later. Let me make love to you know.”

  You shook your head.

  “Sorry, lover boy. You made me wait now you have to wait.”

  Richard glared up at you. Normally he would have flipped you and pushed in. Once he was inside, you wouldn’t have made him stop. Now it was different. There was no way he could do that now.

  “It will make your orgasm better.”

  You cooed as you leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

  “At least do something. You sitting there looking hot as hell rubbing your pussy on me is killing me!”

  You continued rubbing yourself against him again. Richard groaned when you got off of him. The sudden loss of pressure was more than he could handle.

  “Sugar... please…”

  He panted as you lay with your back the opposite direction so it was possible to see how wet for you were for him. 

  “Now you get to watch me. I don’t want to see you touch yourself.”

  You watched with a pleased smile as Richard put his hands behind his head.

  “Whatever you want, baby.”

  He watched with hungry eyes as your hand slipped between your legs, stroking over your clit, and began to toy at your entrance. From your position, you could clearly see the lust-filled about to lose all grip on reality look on your husband’s face. Richard gripped the sheets so tight they ripped off the bed.

  Richard sat watching a moment long before quickly moving over you.

  “I’m done waiting. I want what’s mine.”

  He pushed in before you could make any protest.  You cried out as he sunk in balls deep. Richard made sure not to put too much weight on you as he began to move.  

  “Mmm sugar you are so tight right now”

  You cried out as he began to slowly push into you deeper if possible.

  “Harder, please.”

  You moaned. The cocky self-assured expression had returned to Richard’s face. 

  “Looks like little ms. bossy has changed her tune.”

  You sighed against his lips as Richard moved a little faster.

  “Rich, for the love of all things holy, please go harder. I’m not that delicate!”

  Richard ignored the comment before pressing a kiss to your lips blocking any more comments. His hand went between your bodies and pressed hard on your clit.

  “Since I can’t fuck you sore I can think of other ways to make you come like crazy. I know you like this.”

  You tried to ignore the tingling in your core. As usual, he was right. There wouldn’t be any holding on much longer!

  “You can come for me any day now. I’m not going to make it much longer after you teased me like that.”

  Richard moaned between gritted teeth.

  “I thought you wanted to eat me out in front of the fireplace?”

  You asked with a cheeky smile. Richard’s eyes rolled down to yours.

  “Darlin, you have a long fucking week ahead of you after this today! Now like I said come already!”

  You dug your nails into Richard’s back as one final thrust pushed you over the edge. Richard pushed in a few more times before coming hard as well.

  “Well being bossy sure got you all hot and bothered.”

  You said with a grin as Richard slowly pulled you into his arms.

  “Yeah yeah. You’ll be paying for that too, princess.”

  You snuggled against his chest. Finally, you were fully his wife now and you were fully happy. You didn’t let the thoughts of Rob, Crystal, or your friend's reaction bother you in the slightest as you drifted off to sleep.

  Around 5 am, you were awoken by the sound of Richard’s cell phone ringing and you being dropped out of his arms. Richard muttered a few cuss words under his breath as he flipped on the bedside lamp before finally locating his phone. He had reluctantly turned it on halfway through the night at the thought of something being wrong with his kids and no one being able to reach him.

  Fishing around for his cell phone that must have gotten knocked off during the previous night's activities, Richard couldn’t help but be annoyed. Who the fuck called someone at 5 am? Someone had better died! He wasn’t a morning person anyway and after getting fucked like he had the previous night all Richard wanted was to sleep.

  Finally finding the phone, Richard didn’t even look to see who it was before answering with a curt, “hello?”

  “So you finally decide to answer your phone?”

  Hearing Rob’s voice, Richard froze before getting suddenly angry.

  “I guess I should ask you the same question. So is it customary to call people at 5 am now?”

  Richard kept his voice cold. Rob was silent a moment.

  “You married my sister!?”

  “Hey look you can check the internet. Too bad you couldn’t check your phone. So I get we aren’t friends anymore is this why you called me at five am…to torture me? You know I’m not a morning person!”

  Rob was silent for a few moments.

  “Wait, why aren’t we friends?

  Richard rolled his eyes.

  “Well shit, Rob, I don’t know! You ignored mine and Y/n’s calls for the past however, the fuck long you’ve been in Missouri.”

  “You idiots haven’t called me!”

  Richard rolled his eyes.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?! We’ve called and texted you. Not to mention your Cuntzilla of a girlfriend who always says he will call you back. You want our phone records because I will send them to you! Rob, you really hurt your sister and that’s not cool. Right now I just don’t have the patience to deal with this. Call me at a normal human hour. I have to go I have a pregnant wife to deal with…”

  Richard hung up when he heard Rob say…

  “Pregnant?! Richard wait!”

  You were sitting up looking at him sadly.

  “Sorry, sugar.”

  You blinked looking down at your lap before Richard pulled you back against his chest.

  “Rich, even though I want to be stubborn we should hear him out. You two are too good of friends to have it end like this.”

  Richard closed his eyes.

  “Yeah. We’ll listen to him at a normal human hour when I have had coffee. That conversation is going to need coffee.  Remind me to print those fucking phone records!”

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Lead Me Into Temptation Chapter Four

Summary: Your crush on your next door neighbour is already long established. The signs are slight, but you can’t fully tell if he likes you or not. The problem is: he’s much older.

The purr of the car was too distinctive. It was your baby and you rushed out to see Misha cut the engine and step out. His face lit up in a huge grin.

“I’m starting to think you only come to see my cars and not little old me.”

“Come off it, Collins. Besides you’re not that old.” You said, your hand delicately tracing the edge of the Dodge Charger.

“You sure about that?”

You looked back to Misha and pulled your hand back to your side. His smile was teasing and knowing. You couldn’t help it, whenever he brought this car around you were drawn. A moth to a flame. Her cardinal chrome work made your mouth water and you wanted to get under her hood to see what made her really run.

You could hear your mother’s words inside your head. Red represented the devil, the original tempter, bringer of sin. Red was associated with whores and sluts, the red light district. It was also the colour of desire. Red was passionate and heady. It was lust and sex. To you, red had always been an incredibly good FUCK. It was sexy. It was dirty and naughty and raunchy.

And she was. A temptuous beast that made you ache to get behind her wheel, to smell the leather and feel her vibrations go through your body as she started up. You loved every inch of her. From the top, down to her authentic muscle tyres. You kinda reminded yourself of Arnie in Christine.

A ‘FOR SALE’ sign obstructed your view and your heart plummeted.

“You’re selling her?!” You didn’t mean to sound panicked, but you couldn’t help it. A classic like this would be snapped up in an instant.

He nodded.

“I want someone to love her as much as I did.”

You looked at him.

You wanted this car. There was no doubt about that. And you’d do ANYTHING . You’d sell your soul if you could. That was just how much you loved this car. But you could never afford a beauty like this. And your mother would never allow it.

Misha leant on one side, his fingers splaying on his hip, fingers on his chin and you watched as they tapped his plump bottom lip. He had that look about him. Something was going on in his mind.

“Isn’t it your birthday today?”

You nodded.

“Twenty five. I remember when I was that age. That was a while ago…”

Misha opened the drivers side door and gestured for you to get in. Was he serious? Your legs wobbled a little as your foot stepped into the interior of your dream car.

Inside, it was just as beautiful as the body. You didn’t know where to put your hands. The leather was warm and slightly worn. He had kept in damn good condition. You wrapped your hands around the wheel and you felt it.

This was your car.

It had to be.

Misha closed your door snapping you out of your daydream. He got in the passenger side and you heard the close of his door. Suddenly you were aware it was just the two of you alone.

“Why don’t you take her for a spin?”

Jesus fucking Christ. This was turning into one hell of a birthday.

Your hands touched when he handed you the keys. You felt a spark and a flutter in your abdomen. His hand was warm and calloused and also larger than yours. He fitted yours perfectly. You swore his hand lingered just a second longer. You longed for his hands to touch you all over. Flashes of images assaulted you. You had to hold your breath and willed them to stop. Now was not the right time to dwell on those thoughts.

You put the key into the ignition and turned it.

She rumbled and roared to life. Her hum reverberated through you and you knew at that moment what Eve must have felt when she took the first bite of that apple. Adrenaline coursed through your body and you felt all sorts of delicious things. At that moment you knew what it was to be bad.

Energy buzzed your blood and you felt charged. A little smile turned curved your lips. The Dodge Charger purred. You set the car in reverse and eased your foot on the gas.

You groaned internally. She rolled out of Misha’s garage and onto the driveway. Changing gears was a breeze and you were on the black top cruising with nowhere to go.

“Where to?” you asked.

“Where ever you want. It’s your birthday.” He smiled.

Misha’s cologne permeated the small area of the car. You breathed him in doing your best to concentrate on the road. Being beside Misha in such proximity had you on edge.

The car was a dream to drive. It was torture knowing you had had all but a taste and it would all be taken from you a little too soon.

You had the perfect idea of where to go. You turned the car around and headed to the ranch. Misha rolled open the window and put on his sunglasses. His hair ruffled in the wind. He turned on the radio and Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Sweet Home Alabama perforated the silence. You sung along to the familiar lyrics. From the corner of your eye you saw Misha’s lips curve into a smile.

“C’mon Mish’.”

Your fingers tapped on the wheel in time to the music. And then you heard it. Misha’s voice as rich and luxurious. You had to bite your lip.

You looked at him.

“You dog!”

He laughed.

“You can talk, missy. You can sing too! I heard you the other week. With that kid, Miles.”

“Mike.” You corrected.

“Rock suits you.” he complimented.

You smiled. You loved rock. Classics always won out over anything else.

Seeing your face, Misha knew he couldn’t sell the car.

He was a grown ass man, and you were almost twenty years younger, but he couldn’t explain the emotions you stirred up under his skin. He didn’t know what it was about you, but he couldn’t get you out of his head.

Maybe it was because you dressed in floral summer dresses, looking so country chic and innocent. Too pure to be running through his mind.

Or maybe it was the way you ever so subtly flirted with him. A flip of the hair, a bite of your lower lip. The way your body turned toward him, throwing feisty lines at him. He loved it when your cheeks tinged pink.

Maybe it was because you were dying to break free from your parents. Break away from the church.

He didn’t know what came over him. Maybe it was because you looked like you had been slapped when you saw the ‘FOR SALE’ sign. When you sat inside he knew he couldn’t sell it. Not when you looked like you had found the naughtiest secret on earth. You were positively seductive sitting at the wheel of his car.

Handing the keys over, he knew you fitted this car. You and this car produced thought provoking images, usually together. With him involved.

He tried not to watch you drive. Tried and failed. Every time your hand went to the gear stick his mouth went dry and when your thumb stroked over the round head he had to force himself to think of other things. More innocent things.

He wondered how much longer this dance would last. You both skirted around each other, and if his inkling was right, you liked him too. It was difficult and complicated. You were twenty five. As of today. Your parents were devout Christians and so were you according to them.

He knew, could feel your struggle when it came to your faith, or lack of. You wanted to be free. He wished he could help, but he knew he couldn’t get involved, it wasn’t his business.

But he could tempt you . Tease you. Torture you in a way that would lead you to the right decision.

Giving you this car would be a step in the right direction.

 You pulled up to the ranch and waved as you saw Kelly, one of the ranch hands. She waved you through and you parked.

This place was beautiful. It was the best working ranch in Colorado. Set out in rural country, you could lose yourself for days here and you did. Being an ex ranch hand you knew the place like the back of your hand.

“A ranch. Didn’t you used to work here?” Misha asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah. But my Ma wanted me to get work closer to home. I didn’t mind it here. I loved it and I didn’t mind the drive.”

You stepped out the car and breathed in the fresh country air. You locked up once Misha had got out. He went round to the trunk of the car and opened it. You watched somewhat puzzled. He pushed the trunk down and you saw a picnic blanket. He smiled and walked the short distance to you. You gave him the keys to the car and together you walked towards the retreat entrance.

You were greeted and welcomed warmly by the manager, Zeke. He hugged you like an old friend.

“Be still my beating heart. Is Miss Y/L/N asking for her old job back?”

You shook your head and his expression saddened a little.

“Well if you ever want it back, you know where I am. Anyway what can I do for you today?”

“I wanted to see the ranch, with my friend if that’s okay with you, Zeke?”

Zeke smiled and nodded then looked to Misha shook his hand.

“You’re in the best possible hands here, better than mine. She knows the land back to front, best, top ranch hand, had a way with animals and people. Everyone loved her.”

Misha smiled and thanked Zeke. Zeke grabbed a ranch hand and whispered something in their ear.

Some minutes later the same ranch hand came back holding a picnic basket.

“Just a little something from me and the rest of us.”

You took the basket and could barely hold it, Misha took it from you and you tried not to look his muscles bunching.

“You didn’t have to do that, Zeke.”

“I know, but you’re a joy to have around.”

You felt heat creep into your cheeks and you smiled, looking down. You felt Misha’s had touch yours, bringing you to look up as you felt your heart beat flurry in your chest. He smiled at you. You thanked Zeke and together you walked out onto the ranch grounds.

You walked with Misha for a little while until you found your favourite spot.

You stopped and Misha unfolded the blanket, laying it out on the ground. He set the basket down and you sat down.

You admired the scenic, peaceful country view. Zeke had given you a plentiful spread.  

“They love you here. Its like being with someone who’s famous.”

You laughed.

“Not quite.” You ate from the basket. “I enjoyed my job. I enjoyed working with the animals. I enjoyed serving the customers. But sometimes good things have to come to an end.”

Misha was quiet for a moment.

“Do you enjoy your job now?”

You looked down.

“Not really. I mean there’s lots of enjoyable aspects.”

“Like?”

“Helping customers. Aiming for perfection.”

“But its not the same is it.”

“There’s no animals. No land, the freedom to roam and it’s not exactly scenic.”

“I’ve walked in and seen you working. You don’t look like you enjoy it. And clearly your old manager adores you.”

You blushed.

“He’s the best.”

“So… what’s stopping you from getting your old job back?”

You sighed. To be honest you didn’t know. You didn’t want to upset your parents.

“I love my parents, but I think I don’t want to step on their toes, plus I still live with them I have to do what they say. And I am totally scared of disobeying them.”

Misha nodded and looked ahead.

“If they love you,

They won’t change you.

If they love you,

They won’t break your wings.

They won’t cage you,

Or stop you from flying.

If they love you, they will actually

Love

You.”

You looked at him and he smiled. You understood what he was saying. You shouldn’t be afraid to be yourself. You smiled at him.

“Not just made of jokes, I have a sensitive side too.”

“Something you wrote?”

“No. Credit has to go to Najwa Zebian. I like her poetry. I like other poets too, but that one called out to me.”

You liked Misha’s sensitive side. It warmed your heart and filled you up.

“I know it may be daunting and scary, and overthinking can make it feel and look so much worse, but you should never be afraid to be who you are. Once you take that leap, you’ll feel so much better. You’ll feel free. You’ll be able to accomplish anything you want. I have absolute faith in you.”

“Does that include breaking my parents hearts?” You looked at him.

“Your parents should love you unconditionally.”

It was the truth, you didn’t know if your mother would forgive you.

“In hopes of you becoming the person you want to be. I think it will bring you out of your shell, and because it’s your birthday,” He leaned to one side and dug in his back pocket bringing out the Dodge’s keys. He held them out to you. “It’s all yours.”

You stared at the keys like they were made from gold. The tips of his fingers closed your mouth and you looked at him.

He closed your hand around the car keys.

“You can breathe now.”

You realised you hadn’t and snapped out of it. You looked down and opened your hand. They were there. Real. In your palm. Yours.

“Thank you.” You were breathless from shock.

Reality hit you fast. There was no way your mother would allow such a gift. And you had no idea how much her upkeep was.

Misha saw your face drop a little. He acted without thinking. He grabbed your hands and you looked up.

“I’ll let you store the car at mine until you feel ready. And we can work this out.”

He ignored the heavy thudding of his heart. Ignored the lust growing in his gut and loins. Ignored the how hot his skin began to get as his thumbs stroked the back of your hands.

His heart skipped when he saw a slip of a smile.

“Thanks Mish’”

It wasn’t right. His stomach ached knowing he could never be with you. He could picture your mothers reaction and it kicked him in the gut how real it felt. Her little girl with a man old enough to be her father. He felt sick. He wanted anything to not feel what he was feeling. But at the same time he could see you smirking, giving your mother what for.

You watched as the sun began to set. You rested your head against him as you both watched in silence.

 He folded the blanket up and you walked back to reception. You put the basket on the front desk and thanked them. Together you walked to the car. You unlocked her and sat in the drivers seat as Misha sat beside you in passenger.

You drove home ready to begin the steps of becoming you.

You parked your baby on Misha’s driveway. As you stepped out, your porch light came on and Ma stepped out on the porch.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N, what time do you call this?? you get inside, right this minute!” She stepped back inside with a slam of the porch door.

You closed your eyes and felt the fight drain.

“Don’t lose faith.”

You looked at Misha. At least he believed in you, even when you didn’t.

You flung your arms around him. You felt his arms go around you. You breathed Misha in. Oh Lord he was gonna make you dizzy.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Honey Bee.”

You parted and you turned to look at your car once before you made your way inside.

He waved you goodbye and you smiled feeling the fluttering of  butterflies in your stomach. You passed it off as you were giddy from being given a car.

You walked in and saw your parents standing there.

“Hey, Ma, Daddy. Have a good day? I know I did. I’m sure as heck beat though. I’ll see you in the morning.” You said with a smile plastered on your face and made your way upstairs leaving your Ma flabbergasted.

“Looks like a girl in love, if I ever saw one.” Your father said.

“Mike?”

“Could be.”

Your father said and pecked his wife on the forehead.

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Finding Home

This is for Becka @beckawinchester and Johanna’s @boredoutofmymindwriting Challenge ... hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Prompt - “He knew that he was home when her lips touched his.” Song - Free Fallin’ by John Mayer Word Count - 2511 Characters - Jensen x Reader, Jason Manns, Rob, Rich and so on... Warnings - none I hope; fluff, hints at smut, more fluff Summary - It’s nice when you find someone you’re so at home with, so comfortable with, but can still surprise. A/N - Let’s pretend Daneel is living her happily-ever-after with someone else. Thank you to the wonderful @avasmommy224 for beta-ing! And a shout out to @whispersandwhiskerburn just for putting up with me!

He’s a good boy, loves his mama, loves Jesus and America too. He’s a good boy, crazy ‘bout Elvis, loves horses and his girlfriend too. YN had her headphones in and was singing away to her favourite song as she scrubbed the kitchen sink. She’d managed to clean the whole house. Jensen would think it was because he was arriving home, not that her nerves were getting the best of her.

It’s a long day living in Reseda, there’s a freeway runnin’ through the yard. I’m a bad girl ‘cause I don’t even miss him, I’m a bad girl for breaking his heart. Jensen pulled the suitcase from the trunk and wheeled it to the door, finding it was unlocked, as always if she was home. No matter how many times he begged her to lock it, she seemed to always forget. And I’m free, free fallin’, fallin’. And I’m free, free fallin’, fallin’. He placed his case inside the door and followed her voice, she was singing. He loved to hear her sing. He wished she’d come and record for Jason, he’d even suggested a duet, but she wouldn’t, she’d get nervous just at the mention. She tried to record something for him once, but her anxiety took over and she almost threw up. Jensen leaned against the doorway and watched her as she washed out the sink of bleach she’d been scrubbing with. All the vampires walkin’ through the valley, they move western down Ventura boulevard. And all the bad boys standing in the shadows, and the good girls are home with broken hearts. He smiled as she wiped at her face with her shoulder and arm, catching a glimpse of him in her peripheral. She jumped, spinning. She pushed the inside of her wrist to her chest and shed the glove from her other hand, ripping out an earphone. “Baby!” She squealed. “Did I scare you?” He asked, the slight chuckle from knowing he had, only built when she shoved him in the chest. “Why didn’t you say something?” She asked, finally free of the other glove and headphone, she pulled him back to her by twirling a finger in the hem of his shirt. She slid her fingers over his chest, snaking her hands over his shoulders and around his neck. And just like a practised routine, Jensen bent to meet her awaiting lips with his, wrapping his hands under her thighs and lifting her with ease, wrapping her legs around his waist. “How long are you back for?” She asked, leaning away from his lips, brushing his nose with hers. “Tonight, conventions start tomorrow.” He breathed, it was a tough life, coming and going. She had her job, friends, and life here and he was constantly on the road. But every time he was home, or she came to visit, they spent every second together, they’d even bought this house together. But all this time apart meant that YN could get up to mischief, she’d known he was starting the convention circuit now, knew he was more than a little annoyed that he only had one night with her. So, with Jason’s help, she recorded a demo of his favourite song. With Rob and Rich’s help, she was joining the convention. Little did Jensen know, she’d taken the next five months off, partly for him, partly for the expansion of her company into Vancouver. And with more help from friends, she had a little something up her sleeve, if only the butterflies and the doubt would ebb long enough. “So we better make the most of it.” She breathed against him, he smiled and fit their lips back together, like the puzzle pieces they were.

“YNN, let…” Jensen chuckled as he tried to gently pry your fingers open from where they’d locked behind his neck. “No. They have you for long enough.” She pouted into the crook of his neck. “You’re stronger than I remember.” Jensen said, resting for a moment, awkwardly across the top of your body on the bed, his feet still planted to the floor. “Please don’t go.” She whispered against his collarbone, relinquishing her grip. He held himself up, hovering over her, searching her eyes. “Need me to stay?” He asked, she could see how serious the question was. She sighed and reached up, letting her lips linger against his till her muscles ached and her neck threatened to seize up. “They need you. I want you.” She murmured against his lips, pecking them one last time. “I love you.” He said, pushing his lips against her forehead before he stood up. He cupped her cheek with his hand, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone as he memorised the look of her, naked under his gaze, warm and blushing for him. She turned her head into his palm, holding his hand in place as she planted a kiss in the center, then folded his fingers around it. “Hold on to it for me.” She made him promise and he nodded. “Now, Mr. Ackles, go or else you’ll be late.” She warned, kicking at his bottom as he walked around the bed. He stopped at the door and looked back at her, she raised an eyebrow at him, they both chuckled after a moment of silence and he turned, shaking his head. She got up and watched him from the window, still naked as he looked up while climbing into the car, he smiled and winked. It didn’t go unnoticed that he still had his fist clenched around her kiss.

“Hey Rob, how you doing?” She answered the phone as she collected her luggage off the carousel. “Where are you?” He asked, it sounded like it had all kicked off already. “Just got off the plane. They already on?” She asked, hearing Jared’s distant laugh through speakers, the question answered itself. “Yeah, Jason said he’d collect you. He’ll run over the song a few times and get you in without anyone seeing.” Rob answered, she could hear Rich in the background, second last question, I’ll go find our lucky last. “Thanks Rob, for everything.” She said goodbye and hang up, tucking the phone into her pocket, she looked over her bags, satisfied she had everything, she wheeled out to the awaiting families, friends and cabbies. Sure enough Jason was there with a sign SUPERSTAR. She smiled and navigated through the crowds over to him. “Really?” She asked, nodding at the sign after hugs and kisses were exchanged. He took her large bag and guided her to the exit. “Thought you’d get a kick outta that!” He smiled. Once in the car he put on her demo and insisted they go over it. She sung, timid at first, but with a nice long pep talk from Jason, she belted it out the second time round. “Nice, we’ll get you recording for real, yet!” He said, nudging her arm with his elbow. She shook her head, letting her Y/C/H hair hide her reddening cheeks. “Can we listen to anything else, I swear this song has been the only thing I’ve listened to for months.” She whined, turning their attention to anything else. Jason punched a button on the dash and the radio blared ‘Proud Mary’ at them, they shared a smile before joining in, happy and carefree, her nerves settled for the moment.

The band played their last note, Rob swung his guitar and everyone finished. YN was watching from the very back of the room, standing behind one of Cliff’s men, Steve. Rob pushed his guitar round to his back and stepped back to the microphone. “We should make a move.” Steve whispered over his shoulder, pushing the door behind her open. “Please welcome to the stage, Jensen Ackles.” Rob’s voice echoed through the speakers just as Steve ushered her out. She turned around and pouted at him as he nudged her forward while chuckling. “You’d be surprised at just how perceptive he is to an audience.” Steve promised, but she knew that all too well already. “You can wait in the green room, he won’t be back till the songs over.” Steve explained, opening the door to the open room that housed most of the bored cast. “YNN!” Jared called, crossing the room and hoisting her into a bear hug, lifting her off the ground. “Nice to see you too, big guy!” She laughed, her arms were pinned by her side as he squeezed her tight. “I thought you were working?” Misha said, looking at Steve and Jared as he pecked her cheek. “So does Jensen, please don’t say anything!” She begged, he gave a sly smile and nodded. “YN! What are you doing here?” Kim asked, jumping out of her seat to pull YN into a swaying hug. “Trying to surprise Ackles!” YN answered, collapsing onto the sofa between Brianna and Matt. “Hey, YNN?” Rich called as he came through the door that lead to the stage. YN put her hands out for Rich to pull her up from the couch, which he did and straight into a hug. “Jason asked me to run through warm ups with you…” He pulled a face as he saw the colour drop from hers. “Just breathe, YNN. Remember why you’re here.” Jared was suddenly whispering reassurances in her ear, thankful she had a friend like him. She squeezed the hand on her shoulder and nodded at Rich.

Jason’s prepared something special for us, so while we take a breather, please make him feel welcome! Rich introduced before placing the mic next to Jason, who was already seated and setting up his guitar. The crowd quieted down as Jason tapped the mic. “Howdy y’all, thanks for having me.” The band behind Jason squeezed past YN on their way off stage, all patting her back and wishing her good luck. Jensen and Rob were still on stage, meandering back as Jensen wasn’t aware of the switch up of plans. “Do y’all mind if I bring a special someone out here?” Jason asked, the crowd whooped and applauded in agreeance, “Thanks! She’s someone I’ve wanted to work with for ages, she’s a last minute addition to the show…” Jason looked round at Rob who whispered something into Jensen’s ear, his jaw dropped. “Please give a warm, Jax welcome to YFN YLN!” He called, holding his hand out to the side of the stage, Rich gave YN a push out into the light. All the nerves and butterflies and doubting voices had assured her it would be terrifying, that she’d see disapproving faces and the lights would be too bright. But it wasn’t. The audience was screaming and cheering and whistling, but she couldn’t see their faces, the lights made the room in front of the stage black, yet they didn’t blind her. She smiled at Jason and waved at the anonymous pit of applause. Rob was walking toward her, leaving a dumbfounded Jensen standing on the side of the stage. “You’ll smash it.” Rob whispered as he pecked her cheek on the way past, she winked at him and continued over to Jason, patting him on the shoulder, collecting her microphone, ignoring her statue of a boyfriend for the moment. “Hey y’all! Thanks for having me!” The crowd cheered again, a few people yelled out different welcoming phrases. YN turned to Jason and nodded, he smiled and began strumming, she looked over at Jensen then, holding one of her hands out to the side. “Surprise baby! This is for you!” He’s a good boy, loves his mama, loves Jesus and America too. YN began, enjoying the shocked look on her man’s face, but there was an audience and they deserved a show if you were gonna interrupt their paid weekend. He’s a good boy, crazy ‘bout Elvis, loves horses and his girlfriend too, yeah, yeah. YN really got into it on stage, broke free from her stand by Jason’s side and moved across the stage, relishing in the fans singing along to the chorus. Now I’m free fallin’, now I’m free fallin’... I wanna glide down over Mulholland, I wanna write his name in the sky. I wanna free fall out into nothing, I’m gonna leave this world for a while. Now I’m free, free fallin’, fallin’ Free fallin’... YN finishes, letting Jason playout the ending. Once the last note from the guitar fades, it’s silent for a moment, no one moves, no one breathes, then the room erupts. Jason removes his guitar and places it in the stand, bringing her into a tight hug, whispering congratulations and how she HAS to record for him now. Jensen crosses the stage, mouth open. He’s speechless, and Jensen speechless is truly a compliment. He lifts her in his arms, his mouth moulded to hers, hoping beyond hope that he’s conveying everything through touch as words would not do him justice. He releases her lips and lets her slide down his body till she’s on her feet. She brings the mic she hadn’t let go of, back up to her mouth. “I believe you have something of mine.” She says clearly, no one in the room understands except for him. He smiles and brings his fist around from her back. The room goes quiet as he releases her and brings his hand between them, opening his fingers, one by one till his palm is facing her. A simple ring in the center of his hand. No one else can see what she can, they don’t understand the reason she almost drops the mic, or why her eyes begin to water. Then he gets down on one knee. There are shouts, whistles, cries, and sobs from the crowd as he takes the mic from her hand and gives it to Jason who’s still on stage, Jason positions it between the couple. “YFN YLN, would you do me the absolute honour, of becoming my need.” He asks, beaming up at her, tears flowing from both their eyes, another small comment only they and close friends would understand. “My want an’ need.” She answers, pulling his face up to hers, pecking his lips several times, running her thumb under his eyes to wipe away the tears. He slips the ring on to her finger, then pulls her back to him, cradling her in his arms, so tight that her molecules might just shift and fit together with his to form one perfect combination. “Did you just say wanton need?” He whispered into her ear so only she would hear, he felt her lips pull up into a smile as her head faintly nodded yes. “I didn’t tell you, the business is expanding to Vancouver, we’ll actually have a home that we both live in.” She said, pulling back to look into his eyes, searching for a sign that this was another good surprise. Fresh tears spilled over as he pressed his lips back to hers. But it doesn’t matter where they live for he knew that he was home when her lips touched his.

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Fallout 6

A/N: smutt and stuff

Words: 3,661

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“What?! No! Not at all sugar. Are you?” Kate shook her head wrapping her hand around Richard’s that was resting on her thigh. “No. I’m just worried about my brother.” Richard nodded. “Yeah that is going to be a barrel of monkeys. Look Kate, I’m serious when I say I don’t regret marrying you. My regret was not asking you sooner. I just don’t want people thinking the only reason I married you is because I got you pregnant.” He slowly brought her hand to his lips kissing her before returning his focus to the road ahead. Kate meanwhile, laid her head back on the headrest looking down at her wedding ring. A few weeks ago she would have never even considered marrying Richard. They were only repairing their broken relationship. However, after the eventful trip to Europe, finding out that she was pregnant, being involved in one of the most weird train incidents to hit northern Europe (big shout out to Jared, she thought with a smirk), and finally getting some alone time with Richard things had started to look up. “What’s so funny?” Richard asked as he began to mess with the radio. Kate chuckled. “Just thinking about Jared causing havoc in Europe.” Richard rolled his eyes. “We are seriously never traveling with them again. I thought we going to jail. Amsterdam was nice though.” “We didn’t get out of bed for two days.” Richard gave her his best “innocent” look. “That was my point. I may be keeping you in bed for the next week and a half. When we get to Missouri to see your mother you may not be walking straight. You may want to think of a clever excuse to tell your mother so she won’t know what you have been up to.” Kate rolled her eyes. “You are so full of yourself! You won’t be able to go straight for a week in a half. You may play an angel on TV but hate to break it to you love you are just a man in real life….and kind of like a bottle rocket the moment you get inside me.” She watched as he gave her the most confused and bewildered expression. “I can go for a long time….if you recall in Amsterdam it was you that needed to keep taking naps. Baby girl I can get hard for you any time any place. Speaking of which, we could always pull off and fool around.” Kate shook her head. “I am not letting you fuck me in some roadside bathroom where tourists might show up.” Richard rolled his eyes going back to the radio. “Didn’t stop you before.” Kate gave up trying to argue with him knowing he would have some sassy comment that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with. “Ugh everything in this state is damn country music. Do you see why I moved to LA now? Imagine growing up in Nashville.” Richard grumbled before giving up and stopping on some random station. “We’ll be there soon.” Kate said softly running her hand over his crotch. Richard groaned looking over at her again. “I’m really about to pull this car over.” Taking her hand away, Kate leaned back with a satisfied grin on her face. “It doesn’t take much for you to move me Just the way you’re leaning into me It’s a holiday when we’re together I want to stay with you forever Somewhere, somewhere sunny and 75 You and me on a beach chair Yeah, I’m so there everytime I look in your eyes Kissing you and the salt air I can taste it, I swear Take me somewhere sunny and 75 “ Kate was pulled out of her light nap when Richard said her name. “Huh? What’s wrong?” She focused on the radio. “In other news, musician and Supernatural actress Katherine Benedict married co star and long time boyfriend Richard Speight Jr. yesterday…” Kate’s mouth dropped as Richard turned off the radio and pulled over. Both sat in silence for a moment before Richard laughed shaking his head. “Well that cat is out of the bag!” Kate groaned realizing that everyone knew now. Their little secret was out.   “So much for having a week of peace.” She looked down to her phone that started ringing. Seeing Jared’s name followed by Jensen, both Marks, Matt Cowen, Sebastian, Misha, Vicki, and everyone else they seemed to know but Rob she groaned. Richard looked at her shaking his head. “Don’t answer it.” Richard said calmly running his hand through his hair. Kate frowned. “Do you think Rob knows?” Richard shrugged. “He hasn’t blew my phone up yet so I’m guessing no. Sugar turn the phone off. Let’s just enjoy our week of peace. We can worry about the mess back home when we get home.” (Meanwhile in Missouri) Rob’s morning started like any other. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Crystal left to go to work around 8 am. Rob shuffled into the living room picking up his ipad. He frowned looking down at his cell phone. Still nothing from Kate or Richard. Rob couldn’t help wonder what in the world was going on with those two? They never just disappeared and avoided him like this. Logging onto Twitter, Rob had enough if they wouldn’t answer his calls or texts he would blow their pages up until someone talked to him. Going to Kate’s page Rob froze when something caught his attention. “Katherine Benedict Speight.” Rob frowned muttering “the fuck?” under his breath. Taking out his phone he dialed Kate’s number and it automatically went to voicemail. “Katherine it’s Rob. Call me now!” He did the same thing to Richard before sitting down with a frown. Seriously what the fuck was going on? Rob was beginning to regret his decision to unplug from the world while he was getting over his stroke. Looking further down Kate’s twitter page he froze seeing all he needed to see at the mention of Kate and Richard getting married. “Is it that hard to pick up a phone?” Rob muttered before angrily closing the iPad. How could they not call him? Just because he was across the country didn’t mean he wouldn’t want to be there when his sister was married! “They’ve lost their fucking minds!” Rob thought angrily before trying to formulate a plan.

Meanwhile…

Walking into the cabin Kate was bound and determined not to let the stresses of their life come in the way of a nice honeymoon. “Are you ok sugar?” She looked up as Richard shut the door. “Yeah. I’m good.” She knew he didn’t believe her. Richard walked to her pulling her into his arms. “If you’re feeling bad it’s ok to say so. You haven’t been at all like my ex. She’s was sick all the damn time.” Kate smirked at the fear in his eyes. Most men seemed to have this look when it came to their pregnant partners. “I’m fine. I promise.” Richard nodded as he picked Kate up sitting her on the island. He had been keeping a close eye on her since she said the word “pregnant.” He was no longer questioning whether or not he really wanted a baby. While he wasn’t fully on board over the moon at the moment Richard had accepted it. He tried to smile and appear happy when Kate mentioned anything baby related. Surely by the time the baby was born he would feel a little more at ease. Kate meanwhile, watched his facial expression carefully. She knew Richard wasn’t thrilled with the baby but he wouldn’t say it. After she almost left him over the baby Richard had changed his tune. He was more attentive and gentle towards her needs. She had even caught him stroking his fingers over her stomach a few times. “So are you going to fuck me on every surface of this cabin?” Kate asked with a smirk. She pushed a strand of Richard’s hair away from his eyes before leaning in for a kiss. Richard groaned into her lips. “Richard, can you please just lose control like you used to and man handle me?” “Kate, I can’t hurt you right now. You’ll have to deal with soft and easy until the baby is born. Don’t give me that look!” Kate didn’t listen to his last sentence giving Richard a pouty face. “A lot of people have sex while pregnant Rich.” He shook his head pressing a few kisses to her neck and the exposed parts of her chest. “Not like what we have.” “You’re not being fair! You have me sounding like a slut again.” Richard smirked as he stood back up yanking her sweater and tank top off. “Well you can be a slut for me. That I’m cool with.” Kate whimpered trying to ignore the need building inside of her. From the time she got pregnant she was almost always horny. The pregnancy hormones were driving her nuts. “And you talking like that isn’t helping!!” Richard smirked. “I never said that I wouldn’t fuck you sugar.” Kate slid off the counter only for Richard to reach out and put her right back. “Fucking tease.” Richard smiled looking genuinely pleased with the comment. “You take my cock so well sugar!” The look on Kate’s face made Richard chuckle as he reached behind her to remove her bra. “How the fuck do I get this thing off?” He asked upon finding no clasp in the back. Kate took his hands placing it on the front between her breasts. Richard rolled his eyes mumbling about stupid lingerie designers and their fancy ideas. After a few tries he started to pull. Kate quickly pushed his hands away. “Oh no you don’t! I paid a lot of money for this bra. You’ve torn too many of my lingerie items when your turned on.” Richard shrugged unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his jeans. “Well I didn’t get a fucking MIT degree in bra engineering. It either opens in the back or gets ripped off.” Kate carefully undid her bra before tossing it aside. Richard reached up pressing her breasts together before taking one in his mouth bitting down. Kate whimpered pulling his body closer to hers. “Stop being a fucking tease Richard.” Richard smiled against her lips grinding his painfully obvious hard on against her thigh. “What’s the rush sugar? We can play for a while? We have all week to consummate our marriage. How I about I eat you out in front of the fireplace? I can make the wait worth your while.”   Kate looked like she was ready to scream at this point. “Richard Speight JR if you don’t make love to me I will blue ball you until this baby is born!!” Richard stood up straight looking at her honestly surprised. “You wouldn’t…” “Try me.” Kate said with a smirk as she went to put her sweater back on. Richard lunged forward tossing the sweater somewhere behind him. “Fine, bossy.” He reached out pulling Kate into his arms carrying her to the bedroom. “I still plan on eating you out in front of that fire place.” He said with a devious grin before gently laying her on the bed. Kate quickly wiggled out of her remaining clothes as Richard undressed getting into bed beside her. “I have to say I do enjoy these pregnancy hormones. You being horny all the time will make it better for me to just bend you over whenever I damn please. ” “Well that would be lovely. You’ve always taken what you wanted so bending me over when you damn well please isn’t anything new. Seeing as we have spent a lot of times in airplane bathrooms, closets, dressing rooms I think your sex drive is as crazy as mine.” Kate’s lips were on his neck while her hand wrapped around his erection. Whatever sassy comment Richard had in mind left his mind as she tightened her grip slightly making him if possible harder. Kate bit down on his neck as Richard bucked his hips into her hand. “Sugar…please.” Kate slowly eased her way onto Richard placing herself right over him rubbing herself against. Richard groaned raising his hips to grind further against his. “What’s the matter baby? You want me as bad as I want you huh?” Richard nodded looking at her with the best puppy eyes he could come up with. “Sugar you can dominate me later. Let me make love to you know.” Kate shook her head. “Sorry lover boy. You made me wait now you have to wait.” Richard glared up at her. Normally he would have flipped her and pushed in. Once he was inside she wouldn’t have made him stop. Now it was different. There was no way he could do that now. “It will make your orgasm better.” Kate cooed as she leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “At least do something. You sitting there looking hot as hell rubbing your pussy on me is killing me!” Kate smirked rubbing herself against him again. Richard groaned when she got off of him. The sudden loss of pressure was more than he could handle. “Sugar please…” He panted as she lay with her back the opposite direction so it was possible to see how wet for him she was. “Now you get to watch me. I don’t want to see you touch yourself.” Kate watched with a smirk as Richard put his hands behind his head. “Whatever you want baby.” He watched with hungry eyes as her hand slipped between her legs, stroking over her clit, and began to toy at her entrance. From her position, Kate could clearly see the lust filled about to loose all grip on reality look on her husband’s face. Richard gripped the sheets so tight they ripped off the bed. Richard sat watching a moment long before quickly moving over Kate. “I’m done waiting. I want what’s mine.” He pushed in before Kate could make any protest. Kate cried out as he sunk in balls deep. Richard made sure not to put too much weight in Kate as he began to move.   “Mmm sugar you are so tight right now” Kate cried out as he began to slowly push into her. “Harder, please.” She moaned. “Well looks like little ms. bossy has changed her tune.” Kate smiled against his lips as Richard moved a little faster. “Rich, for the love of all things holy, please go harder. I’m not that delicate!” Richard ignored the comment before pressing a kiss to her lips blocking anymore comments. Kate moaned against his lips as his hand went between their bodies pressing hard on her clit. “Since I can’t fuck you sore I can think of other ways to make you come like crazy. I know you like this.” Kate tried to ignore the tingling in her core. As usual he was right. There wouldn’t be any holding on much longer! “You can come for me any day now. I’m not going to make it much longer after you teased me like that.” Richard moaned between gritted teeth. “I thought you wanted to eat me out in front of the fire place?” Kate asked with a cheeky smile. Richard’s eyes rolled down to hers. “Darlin you have a long fucking week ahead of you after this today! Now like I said come already!” Kate dug her nails into Richard’s back as one final thrust pushed her over the edge. Richard pushed in a few more times before coming hard as well. “Well being bossy sure got you all hot and bothered.” Kate said with a grin as Richard slowly pulled out and yanked her into his arms. “Yeah yeah. You’ll be paying for that too princess.” Kate snuggled against his chest. She was fully his wife now and she was fully happy. Kate didn’t let the thoughts of Rob, Crystal, or their friends reaction bother her in the slightest as she drifted off to sleep. Around 5 am, Kate was awoken by the sound of Richard’s cell phone ringing and from him moving to get it being dropped out of his arms. Richard muttered a few cuss words under his breath as he flipped on the beside lamp before finally locating his phone. He had reluctantly turned it on halfway through the night at the thought of something being wrong with his kids. Fishing around for his cell phone that must have gotten knocked off during the previous nights activities, Richard couldn’t help but be annoyed. Who the fuck called someone at 5 am? Someone had better died! He wasn’t a morning person anyway and after getting fucked like he had the previous night all Richard wanted was to sleep. Finally finding the phone, Richard didn’t even look to see who it was before answering with a curt, “hello?” “So you finally decide to answer your phone?” Hearing Rob’s voice, Richard froze before getting suddenly angry. “I guess I should ask you the same question. So is it customary to call people at 5 am now?” Richard kept his voice cold. Rob was silent a moment. “You married my sister!?” “Hey look you can check the internet. Too bad you couldn’t check your phone. So I get we aren’t friends anymore is this why you called me at five am…to torture me? You know I’m not a morning person!” Rob was silent for a few moments. “Wait why aren’t we friends? Richard rolled his eyes. "Well shit Rob I don’t know! You ignored mine and Kate’s calls for the past however, the fuck long you’ve been in Missouri.” “You idiots haven’t called me!” Richard rolled his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?! We’ve called and texted you. Not to mention your Cuntzilla of a girlfriend who always says he will call you back. You want our phone records because I will send them to you! Rob, you really hurt your sister and that’s not cool. Right now I just don’t have the patience to deal with this. Call me at a normal human hour. I have to go I have a pregnant wife to deal with…” Richard hung up when he heard Rob say… “Pregnant?! Richard wait!” Kate was sitting up looking at him sadly. “Sorry sugar.” Kate blinked looking down at her lap before Richard pulled her back against his chest. “Rich even though I want to be stubborn we should hear him out. You two are too good of friends to have it end like this.” Richard closed his eyes. “Yeah. We’ll listen to him when we get back to Vancouver.  Remind me to print those fucking phone records!” @greenappleeyes