#misha is smiling so softly!!!

[kaiser1ns]

The after-party was getting dull, and you were exhausted, longing for the comfort of home, the warmth of your bed, and the fluffiest blankets you owned. The soft mattress, the mountain of plushies—some gifted by Itoshi Sae, others by Michael Kaiser—called to you. Sae watched the scene from afar, swirling a champagne glass as he observed you and Kaiser sitting on the cold balcony stairs, sharing a piece of cake. The striker leaned closer, taking small bites as you offered, enjoying your company. The midfielder sighed and eventually joined, sitting beside you, which put you in the middle of them both.

A chilly breeze swept through, and you shivered slightly. Your dress, beautiful but strapless, wasn’t much protection against the cool air, though It was gorgeous, something you’d want to wear every day, but sadly, it was from a fashion house and would have to be returned. Suddenly, warmth settled around your shoulders. Kaiser had wrapped his jacket around you, flashing a soft smile before smirking at Sae. You didn’t notice Sae’s reaction, distracted by the night sky above. So many stars—a constellation not unlike the football stars in the team you worked for, Re Al. The best team in the world, a rare privilege you held, to be close to legendary players like Modric, Kroos, Ronaldo, and Zidane.

And now, the team’s rising stars—the Japanese and German prodigies, both members of the New Generation World XI, each easily affected by the other’s smallest provocation.

"Quick on the field, slow to treat a lady, aren’t you, Sae?” Kaiser teased, raising an eyebrow, and running a tattooed hand through his hair. The midfielder shot him a glare, moments from tossing his drink to wipe the smug grin off his teammate's face, but you interrupted, resting your head on Sae’s shoulder.

“Do you ever wonder… what life would have been like,” you murmured. The two paused their banter, curious. Snuggled in Kaiser’s jacket, you went on, “…if we’d never joined Re Al, or the world of football at all?”

Sae and Kaiser exchanged glances, taken aback. It wasn’t like you to ask questions like this, and you rarely drank that much. But when they looked back at you, your eyes were closed—not asleep, just calm, relaxing for once without making Sae jealous or flirting with Kaiser. For now, you stayed neutral. You knew you loved them both, but the question was—who?

A question for another time, you thought. Reopening your eyes to watch your breath form a small cloud in the cool night air. “Usually, both of you have something to say… so?”

Sae answered first, setting his glass down and absently twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “I probably would have had a normal life. A happy one. Maybe my personality wouldn’t have turned out quite like this.” You hummed softly, glancing over at Kaiser, who looked uncharacteristically sad, and … upset. Had your question touched a nerve?

“Do you want to share, Misha?” you asked. He quickly regained his composure, losing his blue tie as he too looked up at the sky

“Probably a criminal, or something,” he shrugged it off quickly, yet the pain lingered behind his eyes. After Kaiser’s answer, a soft silence settled over the three of you. You could sense that this wasn’t the time to dig further; if he wanted to share more, he would. Instead, you shifted, resting your head on Kaiser’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

“There’s no salvation in the past,” he murmured, his voice low. “So don’t think about it. Focus on what’s happening now.” But his words drifted past you as sleep tugged at your eyelids. Kaiser noticed, chuckling softly at how peaceful you looked as you began to doze off.

Carefully, he nudged you up, steadying you on your feet. Sae, still sitting, glanced up at the way you seemed exhausted and on the verge of falling asleep right here on the spot as he too thought the same, that you were so cute.

“Might be the last time we have such a peaceful moment like this,” Kaiser said quietly. “Let’s bring her home.”

The two of them helped you down the stairs, keeping you steady. They’d make sure you got home safe and sound and hoped for no paparazzi photos first thing in the morning. Both of them here, looking out for you, felt like a gift from the universe itself—having them not only in your life but in your heart.

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[cheynovak]

Shake it off

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Y/N f/character

Summary: Y/N acts jealous to pull a prank on Jensen.

Warnings: None. unless you count tons of fluff.

English isn't my first language.

Please do not copy my work. Likes, reblogging, comments are appreciated.

The sound of keys jingling in the door alerted me. I set the bowl of chips on the counter and leaned back against the kitchen island, arms crossed, feigning irritation. This was going to be fun.

"Hey, babe, I’m home!" Jensen’s voice filled the hallway, deep and a little hoarse—probably from the whirlwind of fan interactions and laughter he’d shared with the audience all weekend at the convention. He stepped into the kitchen, looking ruggedly handsome in a snug flannel and dark jeans. His green eyes sparkled, but there was a tired edge to them.

"Hey," I said flatly. I didn’t even crack a smile when he came over, his scent of whiskey and cologne lingering faintly.

Jensen furrowed his brow as he stopped mid-step, his confident grin faltering. "Uh-oh, what’d I do?" He squinted at me playfully, still oblivious.

I raised an eyebrow, sliding my phone toward him so he could see the video I’d pulled up. Sure enough, there he was from last weekend—on stage with Misha and Jared, tipsy and dancing like no one was watching… except, of course, an entire room packed with adoring fans. He wasn’t just dancing—no, Jensen Ackles was shaking his booty like he was auditioning for a twerking competition.

Jensen winced as he watched the clip. "Oh, c’mon, I wasn’t that bad."

"And that little wink to those girls in the front row?" I crossed my arms tighter, pretending to pout. "Real subtle."

His eyes widened slightly, now realizing where I was taking this. "Are you… jealous?" He tried to smirk, but there was an edge of concern in his voice.

"Jealous? Oh no, of course not," I replied, letting my voice drip with mock sarcasm. "I *love* when my boyfriend drinks on stage and gives a free show to thousands of screaming fans. Maybe next time, take your shirt off, maybe your pants too? Give them the full experience?"

Jensen rubbed the back of his neck, suppressing a grin. "Alright, alright hint taken. It was the booze and Jared egging me on. What can I do to make it up to you?"

I tapped my chin, pretending to mull it over, then gave him a sly smile. "Well, if you really want to apologize…" I trailed off, taking a slow step closer.

Jensen tilted his head. "Yeah?"

"Why don’t you strip down and dance for me?" I teased, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning casually against the counter.

His green eyes widened, caught somewhere between surprise and amusement. For a moment, he blinked, clearly wondering if I was serious. "You’re kidding, right?"

"Not kidding."

"Right here? In the kitchen?" His voice was a mix of laughter and disbelief.

"Or," I said, tilting my head toward the hallway with a smirk, "if you’re feeling shy, we could move this to the bedroom for a little… privacy."

He stared at me for a beat, trying to gauge how far I was going to take this. Then he laughed softly, shaking his head, the tips of his ears turning a little pink. "Oh, you think you’re so funny," he said, stepping closer, crowding me against the counter in that way that always made my heart race.

"I’m serious," I replied, trying not to burst into a laugh, my voice dropping lower as I gazed up at him. "You owe me, Ackles."

His lips curving into that mischievous grin I loved.

He sighed dramatically, unbuttoning the top of his flannel. "Fine. But if I’m doing this, you’re going to owe me later," he said, voice laced with a teasing threat.

"We'll se about that" I said quickly, stepping back to get the best seat in the house.

To my utter surprise and delight, Jensen did it—shimmying out of his flannel and swaying his hips, doing his best to mimic his stage antics while giving me a private performance. The sight of his bare chest under the dim kitchen light didn’t hurt either.

"You enjoying yourself?" he asked, pausing to laugh at the way I was biting my lip to keep from howling.

"Keep going," I said, holding up a finger as though critiquing his form. "This is part of your apology, remember?"

"You are so going to pay for this," he grumbled, but the twinkle in his eye said otherwise.

As much as I was enjoying his little show, I wasn’t entirely sure who was being taught the lesson—him or me. Either way, I couldn’t stop grinning. This was going to be one of those moments I’d replay in my head forever.

Jensen stood there in just his boxers and socks, doing the most ridiculous version of his signature "booty shake" I had ever seen. It wasn’t just funny—it was downright hysterical. His exaggerated moves and goofy grin made it impossible to keep up the stern, teasing front I’d been putting on.

I doubled over, clutching my stomach from laughing so hard. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. "Oh my god, Jensen, stop! You're gonna make me choke!"

His grin widened, clearly feeding off my amusement. As if reading my mind, he winked and added a body roll that was so over-the-top I nearly fell over.

Licking my lips absentmindedly, I straightened up, my cheeks sore from smiling. I looked him up and down, shaking my head. "Okay, okay, I give! Apology accepted!"

"Not so fast, I've just begun. " he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. Suddenly, before I could react, he closed the distance between us and swept me off my feet, slinging me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Jensen!" I squealed, smacking at his back, half-laughing, half-shocked. "Put me down!"

He chuckled, landing a playful smack on my behind as he strode out of the kitchen. "Oh, I’ll put you down, alright—after I teach you a lesson for laughing at my incredible dance moves!"

"Teach me a lesson?" I gasped, still giggling as he carried me into the bedroom, his feet padding against the hardwood floor.

"You got it," he said, tossing me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. The mattress bounced beneath me as I landed, breathless and staring up at him. He was already leaning down, planting kisses along my cheeks, nose, and neck as I squirmed and laughed under the sheer weight of his affection.

"Jensen! You’re crazy," I murmured, though my hands instinctively curled into his hair, tugging him closer.

His lips slowed, pausing as his forehead pressed lightly against mine. His green eyes locked on mine, all teasing replaced with something softer. "I missed you, sweetheart," he said quietly, his breath warm and sweet against my lips.

My hands slid from his hair to cup his face, tilting him up so we were eye-to-eye. I could see it all there—how much he meant it. The teasing, the laughter, the silly dancing—all of it melted into this moment of pure sincerity.

"I missed you too, baby," I whispered, brushing my thumb against his cheek.

He didn’t answer this time, at least not with words. Instead, his lips found mine again, sealing the sentiment between us. His kiss was firm yet slow, like he had all the time in the world. And for a little while, it felt like we did.

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[hypernova-writes]

KinkTober Day 8

[Threesome - Heavy/Medic]

[A/N: I went a lil ham on this one 👀]

“Can you take both Misha and I Liebe?”

“I think she can Doktor..”

Today was a rough day for you, although your team won the battle today, you had gotten injured, had to help lug Scout and Demoman in who were more injured than you were.

Hell today you were supposed to finally end up confessing your feelings for two of your fellow mercs but noooo, you had to go and help Engineer in the kitchen because Scout was whining about not wanting to because he was “injured”.

Who were the mercs you liked? Well..Medic…and Heavy.

You were closest with those two, the three of you often hanging out after battles, and on ceasefire days they would take you out places they’d found off the base.

You found yourself happier when they take you out, spoiling you but you had convinced yourself it was friends being friends. Besides, they were together, why would they bother searching for a third?

You had finally been convinced by Pyro to go and finally confess and you were gonna do it, but lord everything seemed to throw itself at you to here you just gave up.

Finally trudging your way back to your room, you suddenly perked up at he call of your name.

“Oh Y/n~!”

"There you are Little one.

You turned and a small smile graced your face when you saw Medic standing with Heavy. Medic makes his way over to you, taking your face in his hands, making you gasp out.

“You look so stressed? What is wrong, Schatz?..You look down..” Medic cooed, making you like putty in his hands.

“N-nothing Ludwig..I’m just tired..” You say softly, making Medic pout.

“You never use my real name, Something is wrong and we are going to find out!” Medic says matter of factlt.

You didn’t get to say anything before you were picked up by heavy, and placed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You don’t have a choice, милый, you need comfort.”

You yelped as you felt him tighten his grip on you. You squirmed in his grasp and Medic giggled as he moved to walk behind Heavy.

“See, even Misha agrees~! Now..now don’t pout at me like that.” Medic places a hand on your chin.

“Makes me wonder what other faces we can make you do..?~”

Your face heats up at his words as he moved to start back walking in front of heavy.

You felt embarassed as some of the other mercs watched in confusion as you were effortless carried by Heavy. It s like this until you all reached Heavy’s room.

Heavy sits you on the bed, making you sit up on the bed. Medic gets down on his knees infront of you, caressing your legs.

“You know you have never been one to hide secrets very well, Y/n.”

You feel a jolt as Medic gets close, you instinctively close your legs and Medic smirks before stopping you.

“A little birdie dropped a note you wanted to read to us off to me..So care to really tell us how you feel?..”

You blushed, your eyes averting to Heavy, but he walks closer, gripping your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. “Or do you want us to fuck it out of you..?” He teases and you feel like you want to explode.

Medic lets out another one of his crazed giggles and smiles, “Excellent Idea Misha! I’ll get our little Schätzchen all ready for us..~”

He makes you lay back as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pants. He pulls them down along with your panties and he smirks.

“Mhm..Look at how wet she is Misha.. so nass für uns [so wet for us]..”

Once your pants hit the floor, Medic spreads your legs more, running a hand along your slit, he chuckles as he lowers himself down.

“L-Ludwig?..”

“Shh..I’ve been waiting for this for oh..so long~..”

You gasp out as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue delving in to get a taste. You lay back on the bed, unable to contain the moans that left your mouth. You whimper and went to cover your mouth, but Heavy stopped you, grabbing your hand.

“Nyet.. don’t hide. We love your moans..”

He guides your hand down and you blushed as he guides it down to the obvious tent in your pants.

You locked eyes with Heavy and the smirk he you sent jolts right to your pussy.

He starts undoing his belt and his pants before dropping them slowly, revealing his cock. Your eyes widened a bit, because he was huge.

You whimpered as he nudged himself closer to your mouth and you opened your mouth him, Heavy chuckles as he slowly pushed his way in.

Heavy lets a deep groan leave his throat as he looks down, watching as you take him, he chuckles as you gagged around his cock.

“Take it slow, Cub. I’m not small guy..” Heavy says as he runs his hands through your hair.

Medic slowly rises from his meal, his face covered in your juices, he moves to push up your shirt, pulling down your bra down to reveal your breasts to him.

“Oh my..Look how perky they are..” Medic smirks as he moves up to take once of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the perk bud, making you moan and whine around Heavy’s cock.

Medic pulls away, before he lowers his hand back down to your cunt. “Mhm..You look so good taking Heavy’s cock like this maybe I should do this..~”

Medic slides two of his fingers in, curling them inside of you, making you squirm underneath him, your moans muffled. Heavy pulls away slightly for you to be able to speak and Medic giggles.

“You’re so fucked out already..tell me..My naughty little taube..how long have you wanted this from us?..”

Medic asks while his plunging his fingers in, focused on your face. You moan and gasp as he keeps brushing against that sweet spot in you. “A-a while..” You struggle to say.

You raised your hand to continue pumping Heavy’s cock, as Medic smirks down at you.

“You’ve been wanted to be dominated by me and Misha?~..You want to be our little whore, hmm?~”

Medic says as he suddenly pulls his fingers out making you whimper, but your eyes widened as he began undressing. When he got down to his boxers, you could see the prominent bulge in his pants.

Medic chuckles as he lowers his boxers, his cock springing up. “You think you can handle me fucking you while Heavy takes your mouth Y/n?~” Medic asks as he comes and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.

Medic smirks as he watches Heavy readjust himself, placing his cock back into your mouth, Medic watches for a bit, groaning softly as he gives himself a few pumps before he aligns himself with your cunt.

“Mhm~, Here I come Taube~”

Medic bottoms out in one thrust, that has your eyes nearly rolling back in your head.

Medic started with a rough yet delicious pace, his eyes focused on you, his hands gripping your hips like it was a lifeline.

“O-oh my..You’re so tight..even with me stretching you out..” He moans out, his nails digging into your hips, he lifts you a bit to meet his thrusts.

You were moaning, you didn’t know whether you were coming or going with how hard Medic was fucking you or how good Heavy’s cock felt on your tongue.

You whine as Heavy began slowly fucking your throat, you could tell that he was getting close, based on the growls and groans he was making, and he was beginning to use your throat like it was a fleshlight.

“Can I cum down your throat little cub?..Would you like that…?”

Your response was muffled, but Heavy understood. He gave a dozen more thrusts before you felt him release into your mouth, you tried swallowing it all, but once Heavy Backed away a bit, Medic gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Ah..Ah..open up taube..” He growls as he doubles his efforts to fuck you senseless, You obey him and what he did set your body a blaze.

He smirks before spitting on your tongue, mixing his spit with Heavy’s cum. He then chuckles before giving you an order.

“Swallow it.”

And you did.

That earned a deep groan from Medic and done from Heavy as Medic’s thrusts began to become sloppy.

Now he was the moaning mess, his moans being louder than yours. “Mhm..you’re such a good girl..so good for us..you’re gonna cum with me, Ja?..Gonna cum all over me?..”

You nodded as you arched your back, eyes glued shut as you felt him rubbing your clit along with his thrusts. The moan that left your mouth was a sound you didn’t even know you could make. You writhed underneath Medic as you came.

He soon followed suit. “yes..yes..yes..take it..take it all our beautiful little whore..” He growls as he stayed still for a moment, wanting to make sure every little drop got inside.

It took a moment before Medic went to caress your face. “Heh,..I..i think i enjoyed that more than you and Misha..”

He slowly pulls out of you, watching as his cum leave your fucked out pussy. Medic, not being able to help himself, scooped it up with his fingers before stuffing it back into you.

“I’ve run you a bathe Cub..You were very good for us..” Heavy says as he gently moves to pick you up. You whine and Medic could notice some bruises about to form on your hips.

“Ah don’t sorry..I’ll make sure you heal right up darling.” He leans to place a kiss on your cheek while yo were in heavy’s arms.

“Did you have fun?”

“Fun is an…understatement Ludwig..that was amazing..”

You replied as you leaned into Heavy’s grasp.

“Good Good~! Because next time Heavy and I are going to switch places~”

“H-huh?!” You blushed deeply, not that you didn't want that, it's just that..heavy was huge!

“We have to work little Cub up for that Doktor..”

“We will, We will~ After all I think this means we’re a throuple now!”

"And Cub is no longer to hide things from us. Okay?"

You relax slightly in Heavy's arms. "Okay.."

"Good. Now enjoy bath."

"Mhm..we'll get everything ready for bed Taube. So don't you worry about thing~. Just relax and be pretty~."

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

— GIANTS IN THE OCEAN

SUMMARY : when jensen dresses as dean for halloween, he tried to prove that he can fuck like him when he’s told he doesn’t.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x latina!reader

CHARACTERS : misha collins, jared padalecki, genevieve padalecki

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, angst, fingering, defending wanda maximoff bc I’m whipped for her, switch!jensen & switch!reader

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : title from sky eats aeroplane’s song. procrastination, laziness, gah. anyway, it’s the destiny showcase so I’m doing nothing and I’m posting now LOL X

Jensen cleared his throat loudly from where he stood at the closet, trying to get his girlfriend's attention who was applying makeup as a part of her costume. She blinked the blurriness from her eyes and looked at him first from the mirror, then turned around with a raised brow at his costume of choice.

“Dean Winchester? Really? You’re not even trying,” she laughed softly, then returned to quickly finish up with her look. He deflated slightly, pouting as he made his way to her, he got down on his knees and sat back on his legs to admire her.

“Wanda isn't a hero, but Dean is,” he argued after giving some thought to how to respond to her comment. She squinted her eyes, giving him the side-eye, just then she finished up and then turned to face him. He blinked up at her innocently, green eyes wide and pretty, his lashes fluttering like a princess against his freckled cheeks.

She grasped his chin with her black-stained fingers, leaning forward so her red-tinted lips brushed against his, “as a mother, I have to disagree.” He blushed, but excitedly tried to lean forward to claim her lips only for her to pull away with a little tsk. “You’re so pretty like this, baby, on your knees for me like a good boy,” she murmured seductively, swiping her thumb across his pillowy lip.

“Don’t do this to me now,” he moaned, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. His hands clung tightly to her leather covered thighs and she turned her face slightly to kiss him with a playful smile on her lips. He slid his hands up her legs, grasping her hips to tug her forward, off the chair, and into his lap to deepen the kiss. “You’re so hot,” he mumbled when he pulled away just a bit to breathe. Then, he returned her mouth, hunger hidden beneath each quick peck he gave her.

“So are you, Jay,” she replied softly, pulling away and placing her finger on his lips when he chased her mouth for more kisses. “Especially when you’re dressed as Dean Winchester.” She smirked down at him and his pretty, puckered, pink lips. He gazed at her curiously, a little surprised by her admission. He didn’t have time to respond or to even let that information sink in because he instinctively shut his eyes when she leaned forward quickly to place open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his breathe catching in his throat when she reached down and started to rub his semi-hard cock over his jeans. “Baby, I don’t wanna get to Jared’s party with my dick hard,” he groaned, his voice deep with lust, breathy and hot. She felt her pussy tingle, a wave of heat and arousal starting to build up between her legs.

“Then, let’s get going before I fuck you here on the floor, yeah? Dean?” She looked down at him innocently, mimicking what he’d done earlier. He shook his head at her, his cock stirring in the tight confines of his jeans at being called Dean. However, with the Scarlet Witch costume she was wearing, it was a little scary but in a hot way. “Now, get your dick soft, my mom’s downstairs with the kids.”

Y/N stood up from Jensen’s lap, getting a matching crossbody bag that was small and didn’t get in the way of her costume. Jensen stayed on the floor for a while, trying to get his mind out of the gutter and get his excitement under control before he got up. Embarrassingly so, she was leaning against the doorway with a smug smile just watching him try to recollect himself.

“Please, Y/N, don’t judge me,” he said playfully, holding his palm up to stop her from looking at him. She chuckled, pushing her body off the doorframe to start walking away, Jensen following right behind.

“I’m pretty sure she calls me names in Spanish,” he blurted out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Pftt, no she doesn’t,” Y/N said unconvincingly, “besides, there’s a difference between my kids and my husband,” she added, shrugging nonchalantly, a grin fighting it’s way onto her lips despite how hard she bit it.

Okay, maybe she did call him names, but they were meant affectionately. And mostly it was names relating to his freckles or his green eyes that were too hilarious or accurate for her to stop her mom from calling him even when he was right there. Like a codename girls use for their crushes or people they dislike.

“You said she liked me!” He exclaimed quietly, grabbing her arm to twirl her around and pull her into his chest.

“She does! I’m messing with you, baby,” she promised, leaning up to kiss the worry from his face. “You’re perfect and she knows that,” Y/N said earnestly, cupping his face in her hands, “she knows you’re an amazing husband and an even better father. I love you so much. I swear, no, I promise you, she likes you too. She told me you were a keeper, Jay.” She looked up at him with the widest, in-love-with-you eyes he just couldn’t help the way it immediately made him relax.

“She did?” He asked softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N nodded, her own arms circling around his neck. “I was in love with you from the start and she knew it. She saw everything that you were and she convinced me to go for it before someone else whisked you away. Thanks to her, you’re mine.” Y/N leaned up to kiss him again, softly, tenderly.

“Thanks to her, you’re mine,” Jensen corrected quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so insecure,” he chuckled, brushing her cheek with his fingers lovingly.

“I shouldn’t have said that as a joke, I’m sorry too.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it softly, “let's get out of here.” He kissed her forehead and nodded in agreement, letting her lead all the way downstairs to greet her mother and say goodbye to their children.

“Dean and Wanda?” Misha asked, taking a large sip of his beer. “What a strange couple, but the two of them are crazy about family so…” he smiled broadly, hugging them both. Y/N laughed, squeezing Misha’s side as Jensen patted his back.

“And you’re.. the Mandalorian, but without your helmet on…” Jensen chuckled, pulling away first to ruffle Misha’s already messy hair.

“How else am I supposed to drink beer and eat candy?” He shouted over the music, then dragged the two of them inside to allow people an easier way in. Misha led them into the kitchen, talking about how he’d somehow lost his Grogu toy somewhere in Jared’s house. “Anyway, go crazy you two.. but not as crazy as the people you’re dressed up as,” Misha teased, patting them both on their heads before making his way somewhere else to have fun.

“Well..” Jensen chuckled as he watched Misha leave.

“I love him,” she said happily, then started to put together Jensen’s drink.

“Same,” Jensen smiled, watching her with a loving look. “So… about what you were saying earlier… about me dressing up as Dean? Did you mean that?” He asked, leaning against the counter, attempting to be completely cool about his question, trying not to give away that it's something he’d considered for a while: role playing as Dean during sex.

“Yes?” She confirmed hesitantly, handing him the Old Fashion she’d prepared then started to make her own drink. “Why? Got something naughty in mind?” She asked, glancing up at him every now and then, seeing the blush on his face either from the heat of the house filled with mostly strangers or from whatever was going on in his mind.

“Always,” he grinned bravely, taking a large gulp of the whiskey for his sudden bashfulness. She raised a brow at him, her interest piqued, placing a few gummy worms into her already sweet drink.

“You gonna tell me or show me?” She asked, stepping forward as he took another sip. He choked on it a little, glanced around for anybody who could be watching or listening. At that time, she took a gummy worm and dangled it in front of him playfully. He obediently opened his mouth and let her push the gummy worm inside, the sweet and sour taste making him hum softly in satisfaction.

“Well, I-I was just gonna make a suggestion,” he stuttered, his mouth slightly full with the chewed up candy. He swallowed quickly when she licked her fingers lasciviously, just as he reached behind her to steal a bag of gummy bears.

“I think…” she murmured, hooking her fingers onto his belt loops and tugging him forward. “I think you should honour your costume and show me. Here.” He blinked down at her, his eyes wide and completely astounded at her bold words.

“Shit,” he muttered, his face a bright red colour. “Are you ovulating?”

“Shut up,” she laughed, the spell of wantonness suddenly broken. She took the bag of gummy worms she opened and started to walk away from him, carefully weaving through the dancing and sweaty bodies with her drink.

He downed the rest of the whiskey, knowing he’d definitely need it if she was going to keep it up with the hot flirting. He carefully dumped his cup into the sink then tried to follow her, only to lose her in the literal sea of bodies, salty and heavy. He easily found Jared even in his Green Arrow costume, standing high above most of the people. He was dancing and laughing with Gen, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, the two of them were talking to someone Jensen didn’t know.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Jensen said politely, turning to Jared. The man was kind and smiled at Jensen, standing off to the side to let Jensen have a quick chat with Jared and Gen. “Have you guys seen Y/N? I sorta lost her. Great costumes by the way,” Jensen rushed out, anxiously trying to get them to respond.

“Hey, Jensen!” Jared’s voice boomed, pulling him into a tight hug, drawing a wheeze from Jensen, which made Genevieve smack him. Jared pulled away and pouted at her, rubbing his arm dramatically but then became serious to focus on Jensen’s question.

“Yeah, she went upstairs with Misha, said it was a bit loud for her,” Gen replied, then made a little ‘oomph’ sound when Jensen hugged her quickly and said a quick thanks to them. Jared and Genevieve looked at each other curiously then got distracted by that same man who joined back in to continue their conversation.

Jensen knew that wasn’t actually the case, but he went upstairs anyway. Couples were kissing loudly and groping each other along the staircase, but upstairs must have been off limits because there was basically no one, just Misha waiting outside one of the doors while holding Y/N’s drink.

“Jensen! She’s using the restroom. Also, this is really sweet,” Misha laughed, handing Jensen the drink so he could try it. Jensen smiled and took the glass, lovingly looking at the colourful drink and the sugar rimmed edge, gummy worms swimming around inside. He shook his head as he thought of Y/N and tried the drink, which set his senses alight, his mouth overwhelmed by the sweetness and the barley-there flavour of vodka.

“Fuck, that’s…” Jensen licked his lips and Misha laughed, stepping aside when Y/N stepped out of the restroom. “Hey, honey. You okay?” She smiled and nodded at them, about to take her drink back, but Jensen pulled it back. She frowned, about to argue, but then he handed it to Misha. “Get rid of it, it’s just gonna give her a headache.” It was the truth, but he’d mostly tasked Misha with it so he could be alone with Y/N.

“Hey!” She whined, trying to walk past Jensen, which only excited Misha. Jensen wrapped his arms around her, stopping her from chasing their beloved friend, holding her close so she instantly started to melt into him.

“No, he’s right,” Misha chuckled, making a break for it. “You eat too much candy and you always get headaches!” Misha had already made it downstairs and he’d definitely be dumping that drink for the monstrosity that it was.

“Were you making me flustered on purpose?” He asked, getting straight to the point. She moved her face from where it was lazily pressed against his arm and gazed up at him, once again, still somehow being able to portray innocence with the dark eyeshadow around her eyes. “Why?”

She huffed softly, a little grin on her face, “because you’re not like Dean when it comes to sex and I think it’s funny to tease you.” She kissed him softly, quickly with her sticky lips, not giving him a chance to kiss her back properly. He just licked his lip from the sugar her lips smeared onto his.

“You think I’m… boring?” He asked, sounding a little confused. He wondered if maybe this was her way of telling him things were a little too vanilla and she needed more, more excitement, more spice, more than he could offer.

“No! God, no, Jay! Why does your mind always go there?” She wondered, holding his face. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her gently into the wall with his body.

“I love you…” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “I just want to make you happy.” He moved her hands away from his face and pinned them together holding them both above her head in one hand.

“I love you.. and you always make me happy,” she replied softly. Her eyes widened slightly when he started to tug her leather pants down her legs. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she blurted out, biting her lip with a blush heating up her face. He stopped for a moment, a smirk growing on his lips before he continued pulling them down.

“If I touch you in this hallway…” he whispered, kissing her lips swiftly. “Will I be more like Dean?” He stared into her eyes, saw her surprise and the thrill that made her chest rise and fall faster. His eyes flickered down between her legs, where she was indeed lacking underwear, and he let the pants hang low around her thighs.

“I want you. Not Dean,” she mumbled with a little pout, spreading her legs impatiently when he slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He squeezed her thigh, chuckling against her mouth when he leaned in to kiss her, gently pushing his teeth into her pillowy lip.

“But you also want Dean, you said so. I can give you that, it sounds hot.” He tapped the apex of her thigh teasingly, his dick getting harder with the way she squirmed against the wall. The walls vibrated from the loud music, the pictures and paintings on the wall shaking to the bass of the music. “So.. Do you want Dean, just for tonight? Then, we can see if we should do it more often…”

“Jensen, please,” she pleaded, twisting her hands impatiently, half-heartedly trying to get out of his grip.

“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, quickly swiping two fingers through her wet folds. “It’s Dean, sweetheart.” His voice dropped slightly and his accent suddenly went away. She stared up at him, flustered and hot.

“D-Dean?” She stuttered shyly, grinding down on his fingers.

“Just.. a little more confident,” he smirked, moving his fingers to circle her clit torturously. She gasped, letting her head fall back against the wall with a quiet thud. The leather tightened around her thighs, preventing her from spreading her legs and she whined.

“Please,” she begged again, jutting her hips out so he’d stop teasing her.

“Not until you say my name, baby,” he murmured, then tapped her clit with his fingers a few times. She groaned in annoyance, her toes curling inside the boots she wore, her newly-dyed copper hair sticking to her face, from sweat that built up among the dancing people and now with Jensen’s teasing.

He pulled his hand away, but she didn’t stop squirming. Her eyes fluttered shut, thinking he’d stop teasing her by touching her and instead tease her by not touching her, but she gasped when he slapped her pussy. Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him in surprise, a smug smile on his pink face.

She liked it and he knew it.

“Be a good girl and beg for it,” he mumbled, his voice deep and vibrating. When he rubbed his fingers against her heat, she knew it was just to prepare her for another slap. And as she’d expected, when she took too long to respond, he slapped her wet cunt again. The rough slap sent jolts of pleasure through her clit, causing her to moan.

“Please… Dean,” she whispered.

“That wasn’t so hard,” he praised mockingly, bringing two fingers to her entrance, “was it?” He slowly pushed them into her, but his lip to stop a moan when he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

“No.. Dean,” she panted, lowering her hips to sink down his fingers faster. He laughed quietly at her eagerness and started to pump his fingers in and out of her, her slick already coating most of his fist.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He sounded breathless, his fingers tightened around her wrists and he plunged his fingers into her faster, flattening his palm onto her clit so it would grind onto it every time his fingers were buried deep inside her. His fingers curled against her walls, brushing over and over against the spongy surface inside that made her legs shake. A loud moan tore from her throat and he pressed his hips against her to grind his cock against her. “Who made you this wet, huh, sweetheart?”

“You…” she moaned, whining when he bit her jawline. “You, Dean,” she cried softly. He kissed her jaw lovingly and found her lips again to silence her moans as best as he could, even if no one could hear them over the loud music downstairs.

“Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” He teased, his warm breath fanning over her face. She bit her lip and nodded, her pussy tightening around his fingers. “You’re gonna moan my name when you cum,” he ordered, his nose tracing down the side of her face, nuzzling her neck to suck gently at her pulse point. “Say yes,” he murmured, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

“Yes, Dean,” she panted, shuddering when his warm breath made her sweat feel cool. He pulled away when he noticed her becoming tense, stared at her face and watched her eyes flutter open on cue.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, admiring the way her swollen lips parted to moan—squeal—‘Dean’, her brows furrowed in pleasure as her orgasm moved through her body. Her eyes were pretty and wide, glossed over with a haze of lust and whiny unshed tears.

He let go of her wrists but she only wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and brought him down for a passionate kiss that made him breathless. Behind his eyelids, he could still see that beautiful look on her face and he ground his hips against her thigh, wrapping his arm around her with his fingers now slowly moving in and out of her, gently palming her clit as her walls fluttered around his fingers.

When she came down from her orgasm, he gently continued to palm her clit, in a comforting manner now. He dropped kisses over her face and moved her hair out of her face lovingly, before withdrawing both from her cunt and from her body to admire her postorgasmic glow.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to watch her lift her pants up her weak and shaky legs. “I’m not done with you yet, angel,” he reminded her with a little chuckle, looking down at his cum covered fingers, he rubbed them together curiously.

“We both know Dean is a sub,” she grabbed him by his flannel and pulled him into the closest room. He smirked at her words and let her lead as she shut the door and locked it blindly, focused on the searing kiss she distracted him with. With one hand he grabbed her waist and with the other he started to undo his belt eagerly.

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Just a Little Jealous

Dean Winchester x reader

This is inspired by the amazingly talented @via-l0ve ‘s French Mistake headcanons that I definitely recommend you read and drop a follow while you’re at it! Via is so unbelievably sweet and I’m so honored to have permission to build off of her work!

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You and Castiel had been studying lore in the bunker while Dean and Sam were on a hunt. You were expecting the normal routine when the boys got home, so when you heard the door unlock, you weren’t expecting Dean to be hugging you before you could even get to the staircase. “Hi baby, what’s going on?” You ask softly as he peppers you with kisses, Sam just chuckles but he’s also clearly a little frazzled. “You’ll never believe that just happened” Dean mutters into your hair as he kisses the top of your head. “Try us” you smile as you gesture to yourself and Cas, Dean just glares at the angel.

“Y/N!” Dead said, exasperated

The actor looks up, “Jensen?” They say, clearly confused. Dean’s shoulders slump as he sighs “y-yea, right, sorry” he says, rubbing his temple as he looks back up to see Cas- Misha. To see Misha walking over, then kissing you. Or not you, but you. “Oh hell” Dean mutters

After explaining you just sigh and pull Dean into a hug. “Well, for one, I will not be kissing Castiel. And for two, my actor person must be really dumb to pass on the chance to do this” you say, and Dean looks a bit confused until you pull him into a deep, long kiss. One that makes Castiel look away and Sam fake gag. Dean has a big smile on his face as you pull away. “What do I gotta do to get kissed like that more?” He teases, you smirk “apparently get jealous more” Dean gasps “I was not jealous!” He says definitely, you and Sam both scoff “you literally threatened Cas’ life like eight times on the drive home” Sam says. “Okay maybe I was just a little jealous, but in my defense Y/N KISSED CAS.” He says, making everyone laugh a bit. You smile up at him “not as hard as I just kissed you I hope” Dean nods in acknowledgment “not as hard as you just kissed me” he says as he throws his arm around you. “Yea and if you ever do that infront of me again I’ll vomit” Sam chimes in, Dean flips him off. “Is no one worried about this other world?” Cas asks. “I’m less worried now that you aren’t locking lips with y/n” Dean comments, you and Cas both sigh. This was gonna be quite an experience.

Laying awake at night as Dean clings to your side, one hand playing with your hair and the other wrapped tightly around your waist wasn’t very uncommon, and it wasn’t shocking that it happened tonight. “You alright?” You kiss the top of his head where it rests on your shoulder. “All good” he mumbles, you both know it’s a lie, but you also know that pushing for information won’t help anyone right now. “We can talk tomorrow, yea?” You whisper, he smiles up at you and nods.

Maybe he’d been more than just a little jealous

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Behind the Scenes pt 4

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Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: jealousy, Fluff, language, SMUT, unprotected sexual contact 

A/N: You are newly hired on Supernatural. Your character was supposed to be one and done but the fans loved you so they wrote you in the story. You were supposed to play Sam’s love interest, but things get complicated when you fall for someone behind the scenes. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or Jared or their families. *kinda a long chapter, with a slight time jump

I edited this fast- please forgive any mistakes 

This is my original work, do not take it. 

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The next few days on set were a little strange. Everyone seemed to tiptoe around you and anytime you walked into a room conversations stopped. You felt like you were back in middle school again with a bunch of popular kids and you with a target on your back. You tried to brush it off but by the end of the second day you’d had enough. 

After your scene wrapped for the day you went to grab some food from craft services. You overheard some crew standing to the side talking. “I can’t believe Jensen is dating her. Her of all people.” One of them said. Then another one said “I know. I bet he just feels sorry for her getting attacked the other night. Did you see how she was dancing? Clearly she was trying to get noticed.” Tears pricked your eyes and your heart broke. 

Misha walked up to you “hey, Y/N, how are you doing today?” That’s when he saw your face. “Oh gosh. Y/N, are you okay? What happened” he panicked. The crew members that were talking saw you two and realized you probably heard them. They looked terrified. “Yeah Misha. I’m okay. Please let Jensen know I went to my trailer to lay down.” You said, giving him a soft smile. “Sure thing.” 

You could have told him. Heck you could have walked to the producers office right then. Why would you though. They said what you had been thinking. You were attacked because of how you acted, how you danced for Jensen. You walked to your trailer and fell on the bed in tears. You felt absolutely defeated, sad, and a little angry. Finally pulling yourself together you got in the shower. The hot water was welcomed and helped you relax some. 

Once you got out you pulled out one of Jensen’s shirts he left there and your jogging pants. The shirt smelled like him and it offered you some comfort. You turned on the tv for some background noise and you scrolled social media. 

Most of the messages and posts under your joint statement were positive and encouraging. There were, however, some that were just absolutely disgusting. Men talking about how they would have handled you at the bar, some of them going as far as to tell you in explicit detail what they would do. Your inbox was overflowing with messages. Most from men who offered to show you a thing or two. The other messages were encouraging and supportive. Some wished you and Jensen luck with your relationship. 

You put your phone down and laid your head down on the pillow beside you. Before you knew it exhaustion took over and you fell asleep. You were woken up a few hours later by Jensen. When he came in the trailer he saw you sleeping peacefully on the couch. He smiled at the sight of you laying there and you in his shirt. Jensen loved it when you wore his shirt. 

Jensen leaned down beside you and brushed your hair out of your face. He kissed your forehead “wake up sweetheart” he spoke softly. Your eyes opened and you smiled when you saw him. “Hey baby. What time is it” you questioned sleepily. “It’s after 2am. Shooting took longer than expected.” He replied. You sat up and stretched. “Oh wow. I was asleep for a while then. Did you eat?” You asked. “Yeah. Jared and I grabbed something between takes. Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He said as he helped you up.

He locked the door as you walked towards the bedroom. Jensen followed you in and took off his pants and shirt. You pulled the blankets down and you both crawled in. “Hey babe. Misha told me after your scenes wrapped for the day he saw you and it looked like you were upset. Are you okay?” He asked. “I guess I am. I just overheard some crew talking about the incident and our relationship. It wasn’t kind and it just hit me wrong.” You told him. He sat up and looked upset. “Who was it and what did they say?” he questioned. “Jensen, it’s fine. I’m okay. I know people are going to have opinions about what happened the other night and of our relationship. I can handle it.” You told him. 

He sighed but let it go. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your head. You looked up into his green eyes and kissed his lips. He deepened the kiss and you moaned. “Jensen I need you.” You whispered. He smirked. “Do you now? Tell me what you need, sweetheart.” 

You moved closer to him and started kissing his neck. Kissing him you made your way to his ear. Whispering in his ear “baby I need your lips” *kissing his ear* “I need your hands running over my body” *licking his ear* “I need your tongue licking and sucking my hard nipples” *nibbling his ear* “Baby, I need your hard cock buried deep inside me filling me with every inch.” *blowing your hot breath over his ear* 

Jensen growled and grabbed you, pulling you down and pinning your arms above your head. You squealed in delight and giggled. Jensen began kissing your lips and moved to your neck. Making his way down to your collarbone. You moaned, your toes curled. “This is what you need, baby?” he asked. “Mmhmm” you moaned. “Use your words baby girl” he said. “Yes. I need that. I need more baby please” you begged. 

Jensen played with the hem of your shirt and pulled it up. You leaned up so he could take it off. Throwing your shirt to the side he took his off too. 

The heat coming from his body was like a furnace. You were addicted to it. He unhooked your bra leaving your breasts exposed to the chill in the room. His mouth attacked your right breast and nipple while his hand cupped your left. When he sucked your nipple he sucked hard and it took you places you’d never been before. 

Your head fell back and a loud moan escaped your lips. You felt him smile on your breast. His lips trailed down your body to your pants. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and with one pull he took them and your panties down. You giggled and squirmed under his touch. Jensen stood and removed his boxers and his hard length sprang free. Jensen climbed back on the bed and kissed up your thighs. He parted your legs and took a finger parting your folds. His eyes widened when he felt how wet you were. “You’re soaking wet baby. You are ready for me, aren’t you?” He asked as he inserted a finger inside you. You moaned “Yes, baby. I’m ready for you. All of you.” 

As he pumped his fingers inside your soaked cunt, you felt your release growing. “Don’t cum yet, baby.” You groaned. He pulled his fingers out and you whined at the loss of fullness. Jensen lined himself up and pumped himself a few times. As he pushed inside you he leaned forward and kissed your lips softly. You both moaned as he first pushed in. You gripped his biceps and dug your nails in his skin. He pushed all the way in and groaned. 

Jensen stayed still for a moment. You bucked your hips causing a moan to escape from him. You smirked and he growled. “Careful sweetheart. You’re playing a dangerous game.” You smirked again and leaned up kissing him. Jensen moved his hips and set a steady pace. You moved into him. Jensen was big. His length and girth were the biggest you’d ever had. Each time he took you, it sent you to a place you’d never been. When you would cum, you would see stars every time. He was an amazing lover and you couldn’t get enough. 

Jensen grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders leaning further down to you and hitting deeper inside you. You reached your hand between the two of you and started rubbing your engorged clit. You moved fast chasing your release. Jensen’s length was hitting that sweet spot causing you to tumble to your release. “Jensen, I’m going to….” You came hard. Your walls clenched around his hard cock. Jensen picked up the pace chasing his release too. “Baby, I’m going to cum.” Jensen breathed out. “Cum baby, fill me up with your seed.” You begged. Jensen’s thrusts grew faster and as he came he pushed himself deep inside you. He spilled his seed, coating your walls. 

As he pulled out both of you collapsed, and he pulled you close. “I love you, Y/N” he whispered as he kissed your head. You smiled. This was the first time he had said it. Your heart beat fast and you softly said “I love you too, Jensen.” He pulled you in for a kiss and got up to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. Once you both were cleaned, he climbed back in bed and held you in his arms. Both of you drifted off to sleep. Content and completely in love. 

Time Jump 2 months

You woke up early to head to set. You character, Lilah was a regular now and the fans loved her. The running joke on set was everyone hoped she wouldn’t die because all of Sam’s girlfriends seemed to die. You went to the bathroom and got ready for the day. Walking in the kitchen you decided to make a quick coffee and breakfast before heading to set. You grabbed your to-go cup and put it under your keurig machine and pressed start. You grabbed an egg from the fridge and started to fry it up. Then a wave of nausea hit you. You ran to the bathroom and got sick. You rinsed your mouth and went back to the kitchen to finish getting your breakfast ready. When you started cooking the egg again and the smell of coffee mixed with it you were running to the bathroom getting sick again. 

“What is wrong with me?” you asked yourself. “It’s probably a stomach bug. Maybe I should call out today.” You said to yourself. Your phone went off with a text from Jensen. They were on their way to pick you up. You settled on toast and water for breakfast. You grabbed an apple for later. As you got your shoes on you heard Jensen coming in the door. “Good morning, beautiful. How are you today?” He asked. You smiled at him but he could tell something was wrong. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as he knelt beside you. “I’m just not feeling good. I’ve thrown up a few times this morning. It’s probably just a bug.” You told him. 

Jensen smiled softly. “Okay, if you’re sure. We could always call and let them know. It’ll be fine,"he said. You shook your head no. “Come on, let’s go before Clif wonders where we are.” The two of you walked to the SUV and Clif got out to greet you. “Hey girl, how are you?” “I’m good, just not feeling the greatest today.” You offered a soft smile. As you were heading to the set you kept playing over in your head who you might have been around that had been sick. By the time you got to the studio you were running towards the bathroom again. The toast you were able to eat came right back up. You felt awful. 

Jensen brought you some water and helped you to your trailer. “Babe, I'm going to talk to the director and see if we can just shoot other scenes today. You can’t work today. You’re too sick.” You sighed because you knew he was right. “Okay, Jensen. I’m just going to lay down and wait for you.” You kicked off your shoes and laid down. Jensen kissed your forehead and left to talk to the director. 

Jared was coming out of his trailer when he saw Jensen. “Hey man, is she okay? I saw her run towards the bathroom.” “No, she’s sick. She’s been vomiting all morning. I’m heading to see if we can change the scenes we are shooting today. Hopefully she’s okay by tomorrow.” Jensen said. Jared looked at his friend and shook his head. “Dude, could she be pregnant?” Jared asked. Jensen stood there looking at his friend and laughed. “No, we used protection every time.” Jensen said. “Every single time?” Jared questioned. Then it hit Jensen like a train. That one night about two months ago after your attack the two of you had sex in your trailer. “Oh shit! About two months ago we didn’t.” Jensen exclaimed. Jared chuckled, “she could be pregnant.”

Jensen paced back and forth waiting for the PA to return from the store. He talked to a PA he has known for years and asked her to go get one from the store for you. When she knocked on his trailer he ran to the door. She walked in and said “I got a few different ones. Just so you can be sure. Some detect early, some are digital. I figured you wanted to double check. Good luck! I’m so excited for you two, and don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” Jensen hugged her and thanked her. 

Jensen walked to your trailer with the bag and went inside. He found you sleeping on the bed with one of his shirts on the pillow next to you. His heart warmed and he smiled. What if you really were pregnant with his child. He let himself get swept up in the idea of having a family with you. You started to wake up and you saw Jensen standing there smiling. “Hey baby. How's the filming going today?” You asked. “Um, it’s good. How are you feeling?” He questioned. “I’m okay. Not much of an appetite and still a little nauseous.” You told him. “So, Jared had a thought about what might be wrong. It’s crazy actually, but it got me thinking. He said you might be pregnant.” Jensen kinda chuckled. “What? That is crazy we’ve always used….Oh shit! That one time a few months ago. Oh my God Jensen, could I be pregnant? Oh I need to get a test, what is this going to do to filming if I am. Oh no!” You started to spiral. 

Jensen grabbed your arms and held you “Hey, it’s okay baby. Let’s take a test and go from there. Many women have been pregnant on the show before and it didn’t affect their character. I had Carmen get some tests so we can check.” He told you. He handed you the bag and you went to the bathroom with a small cup. You used the bathroom, collecting some urine in the cup for the tests. You opened the two tests and dipped them in the urine. Replacing the caps you set it on the counter and flushed the rest of the urine. You washed your hands and walked out of the room. 

“We have to wait about 5 minutes," you told him and he set a timer. The two of you sat on the couch and waited. At first neither of you said anything. Then he broke the silence. “Honey, how do you feel about this? If you’re pregnant, what do you want to do, or think you want to do?” You looked at his green eyes and all you could think about was you hoped the baby would have his eyes. You smiled softly “I’d love to have your baby, Jensen. Sure it’s sooner than I thought, but I have no doubt in my mind that I want to have your children.” Jensen pulled you into a hug “oh sweetheart that would make me the happiest man in the world.” 

Jensen’s timer went off and you both stood. You took a deep breath and you both walked in the bathroom. Looking at the tests you took in a shaky breath and looked at Jensen. You bit your lip as tears welled in your eyes. Jensen’s eyes filled with tears too. He pulled you to his chest and hugged you. You let out an audible sob. 

You pulled back from his chest and picked up one of the tests and read the small screen: “pregnant��. You and Jensen looked at each other and smiled. He cupped your face and kissed you. “We’re going to have a baby.” He smiled. “Yes we are.” You said as your hand held your stomach. You both looked at each other. “I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t believe you’re having my baby.” Jensen said smiling. “I love you too, Jensen. I can’t wait to have our baby. You’re going to be an incredible dad.” “Now we have to tell Jared he was right.” Jensen chuckled. You laughed. 

Jensen: Hey Jared, you busy brother?

Jared: No, what’s up. How’s Y/N feeling?

Jensen: She’s okay, still sick. Can you come to her trailer? I need to talk to you.

Jared: Yep, be right there. 

Jared knocked on the door and Jensen opened it ushering him in. “What’s up man?” Jared asked. “So, how do you feel about being an Uncle? Jensen asked. Jared stood there confused for a minute then it hit him. “Y/N’s pregnant?!?!” He shouted. You and Jensen laughed, shaking your heads yes. “I knew it! Wow, congratulations you two! Wow, I’m going to be an uncle.” He said. Jared pulled Jensen into a hug and nearly crushed him. He hugged you but was gentle. “I am so happy for both of you. Truly I am. Jens man I know you’re going to crush it as a dad, but I’m here if you need pointers.” Jared told him.

After he left you looked at Jensen and told him you should schedule a doctor’s appointment to get confirmation before you talk to the producers. “Okay, but no stunts until we talk to them.” He said. “Jens, I don’t know if I can do that. My next scene is a fight scene.” You told him as you bit your lip. “Well then we need to talk to them before we go to the doctor. We can get a stunt double in for your scenes. I’m not risking you or the baby.” Jensen said. You smiled and agreed.

“Okay, let’s go talk to them and then grab something to eat. I’m starving.” You said as Jensen chuckled. The two of you walked out of your trailer hand in hand towards the producers office to let them know about the baby. You prayed all the way there it went good. 

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I just have a simple request if you don't mind me asking. Can you do Heavy x Medic with a child reader (Their child, adopted or not, Medic does weird stuff) who is very sweet but also very strong like Heavy?

Basic storyline: One day their kid was in the forest and found a baby bear who was hurt so they tried to take care of the baby bear but Mama bear was closed so the kid tried to defend themselves and make sure they didn't hurt the mama bear to fix the baby bear like they've seen Medic do on people.

(Ofc! I kinda made this really long (wordcount: 1264), you can tell I'm not that great w/ oneshots :/ Thx for requesting!)

HeavyMedic & sweet child! reader

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late at night. Far too late to be out in the forest at the young age of seven, but here you were, trailing behind your two dads as Medic rambled about his ideas for experiments once he found the herb that had the three of you out in the first place. Heavy and Medic didn’t want to leave you alone at the base so they wrapped you in your big fluffy coat and brought you along. You shivered. “P- papa?”

“Little Belka, is cold, yes, but your papas need to focus now. Can you stay quiet for little while?” Heavy responded.

“Okay…” You wanted to be good for them, so you kept your mouth shut and clutched your teddy bear close to your chest. 

Out of nowhere an owl swooped down and snatched your teddy bear out of your hands. You couldn’t just let it get away with that! But your papa said not to talk, and you didn’t want to distract them from their important grown-up work. 

You took a deep breath and ran after it, the brush scratching up your arms as you followed the owl. You ran till your legs were tired and the bird was gone from your vision. Only then did you get the sinking realization that you were lost, cold, and alone. 

You sat on a tree stump, curled into a ball and cried.

ੈ♡˳

Medic and Heavy kept trekking through the forest. Medic smiled softly at a sleeping dove he saw in a tree. “Aw, taube, it’s you.” No response. “Taube?”

Medic turned around to see you were gone. “Belka? If this is joke, it is not funny. Come out now belka.” Yet again, no response. 

“Oh god, we’ve lost them.” Medic said, panicked. “Misha, what do we do? Oh god, how long have they been gone? They could be dead by now, what if they’re dead? I mean, are they even respawn compatible? We both are, and if the DNA processing worked how it should then they should be too. But I mean, no one else has ever done this so we don’t know if it works. Our taube could be eaten by wolves already I mean—”

Heavy placed his hands on Medic’s shoulders. “Ludwig. Calm. We will find them, it will be okay. 

Medic leaned into the touch, holding Heavy close. “I just don’t want to lose our baby…”

“We won't, I promise, our belka and will be safe and sound.” 

ੈ♡˳

After a solid ten minutes of crying, you sniffled and wiped your tears. And then you heard a noise. At first you thought it was one of your papas, but it was more of a whine.

You stood up and walked towards the sound. There, laying behind a bush was a small bear cub, curled up and whining. “Oh, hey there little guy, what’s wrong?” It keened back, eyes wide. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to help.”

Hesitantly, the cub rolled over to reveal a thorn stuck in its paw, the area around it swollen and red. It looked similar to bullet wounds you had seen before, so you grabbed a pair of tweezers from the first-aid kit you kept with you. 

As you pulled the thorn out carefully you felt a hot breath on your neck. You turned to see another bear, much bigger than the one you just helped, and its eyes were on you. It growled.

ੈ♡˳

“Taube?” 

“Belka?”

It had been who knows how long since Medic and Heavy learned of your disappearance, and they had been calling out for you for most of that time. 

Medic’s eyes caught a familiar piece of fabric in one of the lower branches of a nearby tree. He stepped closer, reaching up to grab your teddy bear coated in dirt and stuffing open in multiple slashes. “Misha…gott…”

“It will be okay Ludwig, our belka is strong,” Heavy said. He wasn’t sure if he was saying that for Medic or himself at that point. He gently took the teddy from Medic, holding it in his hand. So small, it looked much bigger when you were holding it. You were still so young, it’d be to soon. Heavy gave it a hug and put it in his bag. They had to find you.

ੈ♡˳

You paled at the large bear towering over you. You knew you could try to fight back, but you didn’t want to. You settled for throwing a pebble at it. “Please leave, I don't want to hurt you.”

That didn’t seem to stop the bear, it stepped closer yet again. You gently tried to push it away. It didn’t work.

You whimpered and curled into a ball and closed your eyes as tight as you could, preparing for a bite or slash or any action that you very much didn’t want to feel. But…nothing happened. 

You felt the bear lick your hair and you felt yourself giggle slightly. It seemed because of the fuzzy coat he bear saw you as one of her own. It was comforting to be held close instead of feeling cold and alone just for a moment. You felt your eyelids droop and leaned into her. 

ੈ♡˳

It had been hours. It was completely dark now, and both Medic and Heavy were completely exhausted. Heavy sighed and leaned against a tree. “Ludwig, it’s late, we might have to consider heading back…”

“What? Are you crazy? We need to find them, we can’t just leave.” 

“You are tired, you need sleep,” Heavy said, tracing the doctor’s eyebags with his hand. 

“Misha, I have gotten far less sleep for far less important reasons, I will be fine,” he said brushing away Heavy’s hand. “If you need rest you may head back to the base.”

“No, I will stay.” And so the two continued, scanning the beam of their flashlight through the forest, the long shadows of the trees stretching out before them in their search. Until the light caught on two bright, almost glowing, orbs. 

They stepped closer, seeing a large bear cuddling her cub…and their child! The two both let out an audible sigh of relief, Heavy stepping forwards to take their sleeping kid. She growled, pulling you closer.

Heavy kneeled down to eye level of the bear. “Thank you for keeping my belka safe, but this is my child. Please.”

The bear looked for a second before giving a small nod, loosen its grip on you so Heavy can take you in his arms. Heavy gave a nod of respect before walking back to Medic. 

You stirred at the sudden movement. “H- hm?” Your eyes opened, a smile appeared . “Papa!”

“You’re awake!” Medic exclaimed happily, reaching to Heavy’s bag to give you your teddy back. “It might need a wash and some stitching, but it’ll be okay. …we’re so sorry for losing you, taube.”

“It’s okay, I made a friend! Could I see them again?” you said, clutching your teddy to yourself as you were carried back to the best.

Medic laughed. “Ha! No, you’re never going outside again, we were scared to death.”

“What?!”

“Now, belka, he doesn’t mean never, he’s just exaggerating. You can go outside once you’re 18.” 

“Come on!”

ੈ♡˳

Later that night, your teddy lay all stitched up on the night stand, moonlight spilling through the window as you laid between your two dads in bed. Having one warm body to cuddle you was great, but all wrapped in your loving papas arms you had to admit two was better.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[textingtroublesanswers]

The same lil she gremlin sees medic and drops her stuff she was carrying. WHOA… he is the THE LUDWIG… she drops all her engie stuff and races to him and hugs him. She’s never seen THE LUDWIG, before. She looks like this is the best day of her life. She’s clearly young and very impressionable. But she looks like the engie debockle has completely been forgotten meeting The Doc. She looks elated

Ludwig looks down at the little gremlin hugging his leg.

"Doktor?" Mikhail sits up in their bed, looking over. Maria, who had been sitting on his chest & playing a very chaotic game of patty cake, slides off him & onto the bed, right into the semi-neatly ordered line of organ plushies. Emil lets out a little growl & begins fussing at having his toys messed with.

"Ja? I'm coming." Ludwig picks up the little gremlin by the scruff & sets her down on the cot near Heracles. He's not happy that the two gremlins are here, but Heracles refused to move from his spot, & the baby gremlin clearly doesn't want to leave him either.

"What is doktor thinking about?" Mikhail asks him, opening his arms for Lutz to slide right into a cosy hug.

Ludwig rubs his face against Misha's cheek, humming, "I'm thinking about what this would be like if we hadn't returned to work for Mann Co. If we had moved to a cottage somewhere where it is warm for most of the year, but not stiflingly so, & we were just far out enough to not be bothered by civilisation. Just the two of us, & the Kinder, & all the time in the world for napping together & playing chess & reading & cultivating strawberries."

"Doktor wants strawberries?" Mikhail asks with a chuckle.

"They're my favourites. We would have a little garden, & I would learn how to make jams, & juices, & I would make us strawberry popsicles to have in the summer. Or I could make strawberry syrup to put into our tea, & we might sell the extras to our neighbours even though we wouldn't need the money after our contracts ended. Wouldn't that be amazing?"

Mikhail smiles down at him softly, leaning down until he is certain his husband can see every little detail of the love in his eyes, "Da. Would let babies play in strawberry bushes & then laugh when they get juice all over them."

"Misha?"

"Yes, муж."

"Sometimes, I want to just run away with you & start my life anew. Change my name, cut my hair differently, & forget about that entire period of my life since I first joined the army. I want to be with you, as if I was still a young man & we were only just beginning to fall in love." Mikhail adjusts them both, until they can comfortably press their foreheads together, breathing in tandem & their hearts beating in unity.

"Four years. Four years, & then we do leave. We do whatever we want, doktor, even change identities."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Ich liebe dich."

"я тебя люблю."

[ave09]

let’s have our night

gotham knights!harvey dent x wife!reader

note: i just love misha collins and i love his character in gk soooo yeah. no warnings, lots of fluff

if you like this, let me know and i’ll start writing more for harvey

“jesus christ.”

“harvey, take a break.”

“i can’t.” 

you huffed in response, glancing up from  the novel you were reading. he was hunched over his desk once again, pouring over lots of paperwork. he’d been at it for hours now and you were trying your hardest to have him step away from all the chaos for a moment. 

marking your page, you set down the novel, slowly rising from the unmade bed. clad in one of your husband’s button ups and a pair of cotton shorts, you made your way toward harvey at his desk. 

placing your hands upon his shoulders, you slowly leaned forward, “beautiful?” 

“yes, sweetheart?” he replied as you placed a peck on his cheek, his gaze not wavering from his work.

“come to bed?” 

he let out a sigh, setting his pen upon the cluttered desktop. harvey then turned his rolling chair so he was now facing you, a gentle smile gracing the lips of his tired face, “honey, i have a lot of work to get done.” his voice was sorrowful, slightly laced with exhaustion. 

“do you realize what time it is? you’ve been working all day, and you are still working even when you’re at home!”

harvey pinched the bridge of his nose before running his hand over his face, “i’ve got a lot going on at the moment-“

“and i absolutely understand that. but you’re overworking yourself, harvey. it’s unhealthy…” you paused, trying to figure out how to say exactly what needed to be said, “i know you’re trying to figure out what’s best for gotham, that’s all you’ve ever done…” you crept closer, kneeling before him, grasping his hands as you intertwined your fingers together, “but between bruce, turner being convicted, honey, you’re losing yourself.”

this was true, and harvey knew it. lately, he’d be going through strange blackouts, where he’d be somewhere and have no clue what he was doing or how he got there. it was very concerning, especially considering his father’s disorder. harvey was afraid that he’d inherit it, and though he had been consulted about it and how the symptoms would’ve started earlier. 

but this didn’t stop him from being worried. and lately it’s been getting worse. did he know this? yes. he’d been blanking out more and more each day. 

but you had to bear it. 

it hurt you to see your husband in such a state. and you were trying to do all you could to help him. 

“harvey, i can’t lose you, okay? so please, let’s just forget about all this crazy shit for one night, and just have some time together… okay?” 

there is a silence for a moment before harvey nods, “okay.”

“okay?” you questioned, slowly rising from your crouched position, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“let’s have our night.” 

harvey stifled a yawn as he rose from

his seat, standing tall before you. reaching forward, your hands found his tie, loosening the knot slightly before slipping it over his head.

your husband shrugged off his suit jacket, placing it over the desk chair. he stifled a yawn as your nimble fingers fiddled with the buttons of his dress shirt. you unbuttoned them with ease, having done this many times before, and proceeded to pull the loose shirt off of his body, leaving him in only his dark dress pants, which he didn’t even bother removing as he moved toward the large bed, pulling back the comforter. 

you felt accomplished as you moved toward your side, climbing into the bed. harvey’s muscular arms snakes around your waist as he pulled you close to him, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. 

you sighed contently. it was moments like these that you loved the most. just you and your husband; mister and missus dent, two souls intertwined as one. 

“goodnight harv, i love you.”

“i love you more,” he whispered softly, snuggling closer to you. a soft smile graced your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, immediately relaxing in his grip, “and i love you most.”

“impossible.” 

[whoawardwinchester]

A Winchester Chronicle (c7)

Note: Thank you all for your patience while I healed from my sickness. Still not completely over it, but getting better and writing again! :)

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Summary: In Chapter 7, set around Halloween, the team films the intense scene where Sam, Dean, and Raven meet Castiel and Uriel at the motel. Tension runs high as the actors delve into their roles, creating an electrifying atmosphere on set. Between takes, light-hearted banter and camaraderie shine through, reflecting their strong off-screen relationships. Meanwhile, Y/N grapples with second-guessing her relationship with Jensen, feeling overwhelmed by the blend of personal and professional life. Jensen, Jared, and Misha discuss their concerns about Y/N, highlighting their deep care and support for her.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) possessive Smut, fluff, angst, jealousy, reference to scenes in season 4 episode 7 of spn. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

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

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Chapter 7: Inspired by ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester’

The cold morning Vancouver sun casts a golden glow on the set, transforming the Halloween decorations into a festive, spooky town. Orange and black streamers hang from every surface, jack-o’-lanterns with flickering LED candles line the sidewalks, and eerie sound effects play softly in the background. The smell of pumpkin spice, cinnamon, and coffee fills the air.

You step out of the car, feeling the crisp autumn air bite at your cheeks. Your driver closes the door and notices you taking in everything. “This place looks amazing,” you say, your eyes wide with excitement.

“It truly is, ma’am. This is the best time of year here.” He sighs, admiring the decorations too. As you both turn to view more lights, you see Jensen in the distance on the phone with someone. He looks heated, but you can’t hear or see what he might be saying. Your driver interrupts your distraction with his farewell.

“Well, I’ll see you tonight. Will Mr. Ackles be joining you as well?” he asks earnestly.

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. I can text you about an hour before pickup with that detail, if that’s okay?” You had a feeling that Jensen was on the phone with Dee. He had been getting up early to take calls in the hall at weird hours lately, and you aren’t one to pry or invade privacy.

“No worries! I just like to be prepared, but spontaneous guests are fine too!” Your driver quips as he pops into the driver’s seat. “See you later, miss!”

“See you later!” You wave. As your car drives off, you look for Jensen again and he catches your eye, nodding and smiling in your direction. He holds up a finger letting you know he’ll be a moment, but turns away at the sound of conversation on the other end of the phone. A knot forms in your stomach. You decide to leave him to his dilemma and make your way to your trailer, enjoying the sights the whole walk over. Your assistant greets you with a hot chocolate and, to your surprise, a fully decked-out trailer for the holiday.

“Oh my… You did all of this?!” you exclaim, appreciating the warm beverage in your already frosted fingers.

“I remember you mentioning it’s your favorite holiday, so I went all out for you!” Your assistant beams.

“This is… You didn’t… Thank you, thank you so, so much!” You hug her, accidentally splashing some hot chocolate on your shirt.

“Oh, let me help!” she says, motioning toward your closet.

“No, please don’t fuss, you’ve already done so much for me.” You set your cup on the counter and wave her away. You both are so enamored with the sight of everything and cleaning up that neither of you hears Jensen pop into the trailer.

“Yeah, they really went all out this year. Wait until you see the inside of the diner—they’ve got cobwebs and everything.” He is grinning at you.

You and your assistant both jump at his voice. “JESUS… JENSEN. Knock much?” you gasp, clutching your chest. Your assistant laughs after her fright, and silently leaves to give you both some space.

“I don’t think I have to anymore, since we basically spend every waking hour next to each other.” He smirks, leaning towards you for a good morning kiss. You dodge it and head for your closet to find a new shirt. You are silent, unsure of how to even bring up that you feel like he is hiding something. You don’t want to start a fight today of all days.

“It’d be nice if we spent all night together too, but your phone has other plans.” You laugh, hoping he thinks it’s a joke.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you. His chin rests on your left shoulder as he sways you both gently. God, he smells so good. It is intoxicating to you. Like a forest after a deep rainstorm, a perfect mixture of pine and earth. It is so hard to be upset when he holds you with his strong arms, making you feel safer than ever each time. His husky voice fills your head.

“Are you upset?” You look up into the mirror before you both; concern creases his face as he studies your reflection.

“No, babe.” You lie. You are not going to give thought to Dee any longer, and today is not the day to talk about her.

As fast as you say it, you turn to look at him, smiling. “You just startled me and now I have to figure out how to get this stain off of my favorite sweater.” You blot at your shirt. You don’t give him time to say anything back before you hurry off to change your shirt and step out of the trailer to hand your assistant your dirty sweater.

“Do you know of a good cleaner? I know I’ll never get this out,” you ask sheepishly. “Laundry has never been my forte.” You giggle.

She smiles. “It’ll be back before you head out tonight.” And she scurries off.

Jensen follows you out of your trailer and reaches for your hand to lead you to set. He is unusually quiet today and keeps glancing at you with a solemn face. You just smile at him, allowing him to lead you to where you are shooting for the day. You both say good morning to anyone who greets you first, but otherwise, the tension is palpable. When you finally get to set, Jared’s booming voice breaks through the air.

“Hey, there they are!” He strides over with a wide grin, Jim and Misha following close behind.

You all greet each other, giving Jared, Misha, and Jim a hug before you head to hair and costume. “I’ll see you guys later.” You wink, turning and bumping into Jensen’s chest. You let out an “umph” as he gently grabs your upper arms, stopping you from toppling over. As you gather your bearings and look up at him with your gunpowder blue eyes, his voice becomes a whisper.

“Are you sure we’re okay?” He asks, sweeping a piece of your long auburn wavy hair out of your face and behind your ear. You want nothing more than to tell him that everything is going to be fine, that you love him, and kiss him so deeply that he’d feel it for the next week. Just as you are about to speak—

“Guess who got the Samhain Ghost part?!” You all look past Jensen and see Dee standing there, hands on her hips, eyebrow raised, and a smirk a mile long. Jensen doesn’t turn around. You look at him, shocked, and back up slowly.

“I’m going to be late,” you say softly, your gaze never leaving Jensen’s until you turn around.

You feel everyone’s eyes on you as you leave the room, but you don’t care. You are not going to relive the last encounter with Dee over and over again. You rush to Hair and Makeup as fast as you can without looking indifferent and study your lines more.

After you get into costume, the director gathers everyone around, his clipboard in hand, as he explains the episode’s premise. “Alright, folks, we’ve got a witch summoning Samhain played by Dee today, the demon of Halloween. It’s going to be a battle to stop the rise of the dead.”

Jared chuckles, shaking his head. “Just another day in the life of the Winchesters.”

“Yeah, but it makes for great TV,” Jensen quips, flashing a charming smile.

You look at both of them and then at Jim. Jim gives you a remorseful look as you roll your eyes at J2’s inability to see how it affects everything. Misha puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, lightly squeezing as he whispers, “Either they're oblivious or they are trying to make the most of this whole thing.”

“Or they really are the world’s biggest idgets,” you say loud enough for them to hear, a deadpan expression on your face. You can tell Jared understands why you said it, and Jensen just laughs, oblivious to your frustration.

The crew begins to prepare the set, moving props into place and adjusting cameras. You watch as the town transforms into an eerie setting, complete with fog machines and dim, flickering street lights. There’s a buzz of excitement in the air; everyone is eager to dive into the day’s filming. The director calls Dee and Jensen over to have a word offset. You watch as they all look awkward and a bit upset.

Jared nudges you gently. “Ready for another day of saving the world?”

You smile up at him, hiding your discomfort. “Always. Let’s do this.”

As you all move to your positions, you notice a small group of kids in Halloween costumes, extras for the scene. One of them, dressed as a mini vampire, looks up at you with wide eyes. “Are you really a witch?”

You crouch down to his level, smiling. “Only on TV. But don’t worry, I’m a good witch.”

The boy grins, showing off his fake fangs. “Cool! Can I get your autograph for my sister? She loves your character! She made my mom make a Raven costume from scratch.”

You are flattered. “Oh wow! That sounds amazing! Absolutely, and if you find me before you leave tonight, I’ll get a picture for her, too.”

He grins and skips off to get ready for the takes.

The tension on set rises as you film the intense scene where Sam, Dean, and Raven meet Castiel and Uriel at the motel. The director's voice booms, "Action!" and you slip into your role as Raven, the insightful ally to the Winchesters. The green motel with its neon vacancy sign looms in the background as Raven and Dean park the Impala. Sam joins them as they step out.

“So?” Dean grunts at Sam.

“Tracy was nowhere I could find,” Sam says solemnly, glancing at Raven and then Dean. “Any luck with her friends?”

“Luck is not our style. Her friends don’t know where she is,” Raven remarks, walking towards the motel.

“It’s like the bitch hopped a broom.” Dean added, joining Sam and Raven at the stairs.

“She could be making the third sacrifice anytime.” Sam muses, watching a boy in an astronaut costume approach.

“Yes, thank you, Sam,” Dean says sarcastically, glancing at the boy who interrupts with a cheerful, "Trick or Treat."

“Oh my God, how cute!” Raven says, putting her hands on her knees to look the boy in the face.

“Yeah, so cute. This is a motel.” Dean says to the kid. Raven stands straight again, glancing at Sam and they both give Dean a look of astonishment.

“So?” the kid asked rudely.

“So. We don’t have any candy.” Dean says blatantly.

“No, we have a ton in the, uh–” Sam says pointing to the car.

“We did, but it’s gone.” Dean interrupts.

“Gee, I wonder how that happened, Dean.” Raven said, plucking wrappers from Dean’s coat.

Sam gives Dean a ‘really??’ look. The kid is unimpressed. “Sorry kid, we can’t help you.” Dean says.

“I want candy.” He is determined.

“Well, I think you’ve had enough,” Dean retorts in a teasing tone. Sam looks on, slightly disgusted.

Raven elbows Dean playfully in the ribs, making him wince, and then walks with Sam towards the next scene. Dean and the kid exchange looks before the kid finally walks away, unimpressed.

The scene moves to the motel room, which is meticulously dressed to resemble a typical roadside motel—faded dark floral wallpaper, dim lighting casting shadows on the worn carpet, and the flickering neon sign visible through the window, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

You stand between Sam and Dean, your eyes scanning the room warily as Sam unlocks the door and walks in, close behind him. Sam immediately pulls a gun from his jacket and gets defensive. “WHO ARE YOU?!” As Sam yells his voice is sharp, his gaze never leaving the two angels. Raven pulls her gun as well, pointing it at a man sitting on one of the beds in a beige trench coat.

“Sam! Raven! Wait!” Dean shouts, stepping between Raven, Sam, and the man, urging them to lower their weapons. “It’s Castiel… The angel,” he explains, looking from Sam to Raven.

Sam’s face is a mix of shock and awe, while Raven remains skeptical, her gun still poised.

“Who’s that, then?” Raven asks, nodding towards the other figure by the window.

Misha, playing Castiel, steps forward with his usual stoic expression, while the actor portraying Uriel exudes a palpable aura of intimidation. The scene demands a fine balance of fear and defiance, and you can feel the weight of the moment as the cameras roll. The angel rises, facing Sam and Raven. His voice mono toned and collected, “Hello Sam. Hello Raven.”

“Oh, my God.” Sam begins, a bit star struck. Raven kicks his boot and looks at him in disbelief. “Er, uh, I didn’t mean to– sorry. It’s an honor. Really, I-I’ve heard a lot about you.” He extends his hand to Castiel as Dean looks at Sam confused. Raven closes the door, as the camera pans to Sam’s hand.

Castiel looks skeptical, but takes his hand and shakes it firmly. “And I, you. Sam Winchester– the boy with the demon blood.” Castiel puts his other hand on top of Sam’s and looks Sam square in the face. Sam looks offended and shocked at how he knows. “Glad to hear you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.”

“Let’s keep it that way.” The burly man at the window finally speaks. Sam, Dean, and Raven look at him.

“Yeah, ok, chuckles.” Dean snides.

“Who’s your friend?” Raven asks, taking off her coat and hanging it up.

“Ah, Raven Blackwood. The one destined to stand by Dean Winchester's side. Glad to see your fate is aligning nicely to carry on the Winchester legacy." He eyes her up and down. Dean and Sam look at Raven as if she knows what he’s talking about. “Wha– Excuse me?” Raven asks, stepping away from Castiel. “I’m their friend. I’m here to help.”

“No. You happened to stumble upon them in a time of need, yes. But that was not your destiny.” The man behind Castiel said fiercely.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that my main purpose is to give Dean a family? Is that what I’m understanding?” Raven looks like she’s going to throw up. This line has Y/N thinking about if Jensen wants a family and if she’s ready to give that to him at any point. A knot forms in her stomach, making her miss her mark, but Jared catches her improving.

“That’s not the point tonight. This raising of Samhain— Have you stopped it?” Castiel intercedes.

“Why?” Dean asks. Castiel turns to him. “Dean, have you located the witch?” “Yes, we’ve located the witch.” “And is the witch dead?”

“No, but–” Sam interrupts, looking toward Dean. “We know who it is.” Raven steps in to defend the brothers.

“Apparently the witch knows who you are, too.” Castiel says walking toward a nightstand, picking up a leather pouch. “This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all of you would be dead.” He held up the satchel.

Raven and the brothers looked at each other disappointed that they missed that detrimental detail.

“Do you know where the witch is now?” Casitel asked.

Dean looks back at Sam and Raven questioningly. “We’re working on it.” Raven pips up, stepping in front of Dean.

“That’s unfortunate.” Castiel glares at the back of the burly man’s head, who still hasn’t turned to look at the group. He feels like a chaperone at a school dance, waiting to write anyone up for any kind of slip up.

“What do you care?” Dean demands.

“The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals.” Castiel lets on.

“So this is about your buddy lucifer.” Dean accuses.

“Lucifer is no friend of ours.” The burly voice stepped in. Sam, Dean, and Raven turned toward the authoritative voice. Sam is scared, Dean is mad, and Raven is ready to step between the two men and her family if needed, grabbing at Dean’s jacket like a seatbelt hoping he won’t provoke the situation.

“It’s just an expression.” Raven tries to diffuse the tension.

“Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs.” Castiel let on.

“Okay. Great…well now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is? We’ll gank her and everybody goes home.” Dean said, expecting his help.

The back-and-forth between the characters builds in intensity as Castiel introduces Uriel and they make a game plan for the Samhain witch. You exchange glances with Jensen, the unspoken understanding between you adding depth to the scene. Every line, every movement, is charged with energy.

Between takes, the mood lightens between you, Jared, and Misha. Jensen attempts to tease you about the way you delivered your lines, and you retort with playful jabs about his intense expressions trying to keep the normality of your relationship, but off screen Dee is watching every move you and Jensen make.. Jared joins in, his laughter infectious, breaking the tension of the heavy scene and your thoughts about Dee.

As the scene wraps up, you feel exhausted from filming the same few lines due to missing marks a few times. The director calls for a break, and you step outside with Jensen, needing a moment to decompress.

Jensen turns to you, his eyes searching. “You okay? You seemed a bit off during that last take.”

You nod, but your mind is elsewhere, doubts about your relationship with Jensen creeping in. The intensity of the scenes, coupled with your personal fears, makes you second-guess everything. You wonder if mixing work and personal life was a mistake, if maybe things are moving too fast. Jensen doesn’t push the issue because he’s seen you look this way when your mother was harping on you in the hospital. He doesn’t want to cause you more stress. “Would you like a hug, babe?” He asks you earnestly. You nod again after thinking for a second about it.

Jensen doesn’t hesitate. He pulls you close and cups your head in one hand, his other arm wrapping firmly around your body. He’s so warm and thoughts of letting him go flood your brain. Tears start to well up in your eyes, and you sniffle. Jensen looks you in the eyes, concern etched even deeper than before. His green eyes search for any hint of what might be on your mind. “Y/N, please tell me what’s going on…so I can help.” He pleads with you.

“It’s just allergies, Jen. I’m fine really.” You say backing away from him. “I’m going to– uh– grab some claritin from the med trailer. I’ll be right back.” You pop off set to get a moment to yourself.

Later, while you’re grabbing a coffee on your way back from the med trailer, you overhear Jensen, Jared, and Misha talking. They’re worried about you, discussing your recent behavior. Jensen's voice is filled with concern. “I think she’s having second thoughts. I don’t know what to do.”

“Did you do something the last few days to upset her?” Jared asked, puzzled.

“I mean, she did joke about not being together at night earlier, but… Oh, shit.” Jensen said, finally understanding the situation.

“What?” Jared asked, standing.

“Dee has been blowing up my phone for the last week or so now. I always wait until Y/N is asleep so I don’t make her worry. She must have heard me when she got up at some point.” Jensen was pacing now.

“What does Dee want now?” Misha asked.

“She’s been on and on about how we left things and I said I’d get her the part as the witch if she would stop talking about it and leave us be.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t tell Y/N this…” Jared said, taking Jensen’s shoulder.

“No. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. Then Dee showed up a few days early for this episode and I haven’t had a moment to tell Y/N since. I can’t imagine how she must think this is going right now…and it makes so much sense about how she’s been all day.” Jensen said, sitting in a chair, running both hands up through his hair and resting his elbows on his legs.

Misha adds, “She’s strong, Jensen. Just be patient.”

You let the guys have their moment as you all get ready to film the rest of the scene. You finally hit your marks and everyone carried on with their lines. The director yelled for another break as he took a phone call.

Jared finds you sitting on a bench, staring off into the distance as you ponder how to bring up to Jensen that you know about the conversations with Dee. He sits down beside you, offering a soda. “Hey, you okay?”

You force a smile. “Yeah, just a lot on my mind.”

Jared takes a sip of his drink, studying you. “Is it about Dee?”

You look at him with remorse. “How did you know?” even though you knew how.

He shrugs. “I’ve seen how you look when she’s mentioned. Plus, Jensen’s been worried about you.”

You sigh, leaning back. “It’s just… everything feels so complicated. I never wanted to be in this position.”

Jared nods understandingly. “Relationships are never easy, especially with all the history and emotions involved. But you need to talk to Jensen. He cares about you, a lot.”

You took in his words. You care about Jensen, more than anything, maybe even more than your job now.

“I just can’t let their history and emotions, whatever may still be there, affect me again. I can’t do it. I love… I love him, Jared. More than anything. But I don’t know how to let him love me when I know he deserves someone who… looks like… her.” Your voice broke.

Jared let you have your moment, placing a hand on your back and rubbing gently.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you in the middle of all of this. I–”

“Don’t do that, you’re fine. What are friends for?” Jared interrupted smiling at you. “I don’t know what Dee’s plans are or why she wants to be on this show, but I do know that he loves you. He wouldn’t have flown to Washington for you or stayed to make sure you were ok if he didn’t. He hangs on to the people he loves, and he will do whatever he can to make sure they are happy. He may even still want Dee to be happy, but like you said, it’s complicated. I guess you just have to push through it with him and see if it becomes less complicated the more you both open up to each other.” Jared was being real and genuine with you, nodding understandably.

“It is complicated.” Jensen was behind you both, making you jump. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but if I could just explain…” He stepped toward you and Jared, softness in his eyes.

“I’m going to find Misha and rehearse some lines.” Jared gave you a smile and headed off.

After he left, you turned to Jensen. You started to talk but heard someone approaching, distracting you. Jensen took your hand and led you to the director. “Are we done for the day?” Jensen asked, your hand still locked by his. The director looked tired and weary.

“Yeah. Come back early tomorrow to finish though. A camera man broke some equipment, we’ll get it fixed by morning.” He hitched up his pants and stalked off.

Jensen wasted no time taking you back to your trailer. He waved off your assistant as he pulled open the trailer door and helped you inside. He shut the door and sat you on the counter.

“Y/N, I shouldn’t have kept the phone calls from you. I wasn’t even trying to, it was just always so late and I’d go back to bed meaning to tell you the next day and you’d be gone bright and early. I know you’re upset, and if it isn’t about Dee, then please tell me what it is.” Jensen looked at you waiting for your reply.

It took you a moment, “Jen, I did feel like you might still have feelings for her.” You hang your head in defeat at your confession. “I’ve been avoiding your affection all day because it’s easier for me to let you go if I don’t engage like that.”

“Do you want to let me go?” Jensen looked sad but sincere.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to keep worrying about her.” You said honestly. “She is perfect, Jensen. She has history with you. You guys shared a life together…”

"Y/N, I want you to know that I'll never go back to Dee. No matter how much of a life we shared or history we had, it will never make up for how much chemistry we never have. You are incredibly beautiful—your curves, your kindness, your wit, and your sensitivity all make you who you are. When I look at you, I see perfection. I see a future, a family, and a life we can build together." He held your chin up to look at you.

“But you broke the restraining order to have her here… How can I belie–” You trailed off. Was this really worth it? You shook your head ready to leave for the night.

“I broke the order for the episode. After that, she will leave the area and go back to Moscow. I got it in writing. I had every intention of telling you about it before she came to set, but you were always gone early, and she arrived early for her scenes.” He started pacing again. “The director even got her to sign a copy for the network.”

You looked up at him now, feeling awful that you didn’t just talk to him about it when he came back into the room the other night from his call. You hopped off the counter, grabbing his hand mid pace, “I’m so sorry…I’m just worried about losing you. I’ve never had someone care for me the way you do, ever. In fact, the way you, Jared, and Misha all do. I love you all deeply.” You stepped closer to him, your forehead at his chin, speaking to his chest as you wrap his arms around your waist. He backed you both up to rest his back on the counter, bringing his face level with yours. You looked from one eye to his lips to the other eye, and sighed. “Jensen Ross, I love you with every fiber of my being. You make me feel safe and loved…” you paused, looking at your hands.

“When I’m not trying to protect you without you knowing.” He sighed in realization as he bent his head to meet your gaze. You nodded.

“I’m afraid of losing you, too. You are the highlight of my days, hearing you laugh, watching you kick ass in your scenes, seeing how you interact with the crew and people in general. You are kinder than anyone I’ve ever met. You go out of your way to make sure people feel loved on their birthdays, friends or acquaintances alike. You take over for assistants if they are sick, when and where you can. When your laugh falls on my ears, I swear I’ve entered heaven. And then I see your eyes light up at my stupid jokes or hear your wittiness in response to our dumb pranks and I’m amazed by you all over again. From the moment you stepped into that audition room, I’ve been head over heels for you. Dee may be pretty, but you, darling, you are so much more than that, and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone. Not these beautiful eyes…” He stares deeply into your eyes, his emerald green growing dark. “Not your vibrant ginger hair…” He grabs a small handful and smells it, sighing. “Not your spunky personality…” He tickles your ribs. “None of it for anything.” He had your face in his hands now, your hands resting on his neck in response with the quickening beat of his heart thudding against them. You were crying.

He wiped a tear from your cheek and asked you with a low and soft voice. “Can I kiss you now?”

You didn’t hesitate, you kissed him fiercely, breaking the kiss just for a second, lips barely still touching, both of your breaths heavy. “I’m not normally the jealous type, but this time, what’s mine is mine.”

Jensen's eyes darkened with a possessive intensity. He pulled you even closer, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re damn right,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go. Even if I have to spend the rest of our lives putting every broken piece of you back together.”

He claimed your lips again, this time with a fiery passion that left you breathless. His hands moved down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your face is flushed with passion as you moan at his kisses.

His kisses trail down your jawline to your neck, each one searing your skin and making you shiver. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and ragged.

You moan again, softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Show me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Jensen lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against the wall. His mouth found yours again, and the kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a fervent dance. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours. His hands slid under your shirt, the sensation of his large hands on your bare skin sending a jolt of desire through you.

He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes rake over your exposed body with a hungry gaze. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

You reached for his shirt, pulling it off impatiently, needing to feel his skin against yours. The moment it was gone, his lips were on you again, kissing, biting, marking you as his.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice a gravelly whisper in your ear.

“I’m yours, Jensen,” you breathed, arching against him, your body aching for more.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through you. “Let’s see if your body feels the same way,” he growled. With a determined look, Jensen slid his hands down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you across the room. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

He reached the bed and gently laid you down, his body following yours. The mattress dipped under your combined weight as he hovered over you, his strong arms bracketing your head.

Jensen’s lips found yours again, his kiss deep and consuming. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of you with a possessive hunger. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in heavy pants as he looked down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

You reached up, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him back down for another heated kiss. “Show me,” you challenged, your voice breathless with anticipation.

Jensen’s grin widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “With pleasure,” he growled.

His hands moved with practiced ease, slipping beneath your waistband, pulling down your pants and underwear in one swift motion. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you, laid bare before him, his eyes darkening with raw desire.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his hands caressing your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them.

The intensity of his gaze never wavered as he leaned down, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, moving closer to your core. The anticipation built within you, a fiery ache that made you writhe beneath him.

When his mouth finally met your most sensitive spot, a gasp tore from your lips. His tongue worked with expert precision, teasing and pleasing, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke. Your hands gripped the sheets, your back arching off the bed as pleasure surged through you.

Jensen looked up, his eyes locking with yours as he brought you to the brink, his possessive hold on you unwavering. “You’re mine,” he said again, his voice a husky whisper against your heated skin.

Your release hit you like a tidal wave, a moan of his name escaping your lips as you fell apart under his touch. He didn’t relent, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, breathless mess.

Jensen moved back up your body, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that tasted of your own desire. He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing, making you beg. “Jensen, please”, you scratched at his back, digging into him to get him closer to you. His gaze never leaves yours as he pushes inside, filling you completely, gasps escape your bodies.

Every thrust, every touch, spoke of his need to claim you, to make you his in every way possible.

The intensity of your rocking built once more, and you clung to him, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Jensen’s name was a mantra on your lips, his own deep, guttural moans mingling with yours, creating a symphony of desire. “Y/N! Oh, God!”

The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, there was only the two of you, lost in each other. He filled your body as he released, and you succumb to the climax and warmth of his fluids, pulsing around him.

You both lay tangled in bed sheets, you are holding his head on your chest, running fingers through his tousled brown hair. He kisses your stomach, hugging you closely. “I love you, babe.” You say as he lays face to face with you. “I love you, princess. Never forget that.”

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About Admin!

Hello! My name is Candy Hearts. I am 25 years old, with about 19 years of roleplay experience. I am a semi lit, lit andLazy lit(due to working a lot) , but I try to match my roleplay partner's reaction, as I will post an example on what I do so you guys can see what I type. ( ´~｀)

So I will remind everyone I am German/American and had moved from Germany to America when I was about 5 years old. So my Grammer and Spelling isn't super. Because learning American language takes a long time to get that language 100%! ╥﹏╥

Now I do roleplay! I will list all of the characters I can play from each anime which will be a big list, haha. I've been into anime for almost 20 years! ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

I am very open to do, cc x cc, Oc x cc, and oc x oc, I am up for doubles! Just dm me and we can talk! <3

Roleplay Rules

Don't use any emojis unless you are talking to me outside of roleplay or it's like a text in the rp

Please no one liners (it honestly hard to go off by one liners)

Please don't control my character, because its not fun when someone does that

I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY GROSS KINKS LIKE FECES AND SCAT! Other than that I welcome any and all kinks!

Animes | Muses I roleplay :

Helluva Boss/Hazbin : Bitzo, Stolas, Fizzarolli, Alastor, Alastoria(Female Alastor), Charlie, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious

Food wars : Megumi, Takumi, Isami, Isshiki, Shun, Akira, Alice, Nao, Mea, Tsukasa, Kikuchi

Jujutsu Kaisen : Gojo, Toge, Megumi(Possibly?), Miwa, Itadori(FYI my sukuna is not the best), Choso, Yuta

Demon Slayer : Mitsuri, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Akaze, Daki, Enmu, Giyu

Naruto : Kakashi, Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba, Tobi, Gaara, Haku, Hinata, Asuma, Anko, Ketetsu,

Tokyo Revengers : Takamichi, Mikey, Nahoya, Souya, Naoto, Sanzu, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Sendo

Buddy Daddies : Kazuki and Kyrotaru

Genshin : Kinich(I main this guy), Lyney, Razor, Albedo, Furina, Al-Haitham, Venti, collei, Gorou, Layla, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Ga-Ming, Cyno, Itto, Navia, Tighnari, Kirara, Mika, Thoma, Haizou, Charlotte, Kazuha, Childe, Xianyun, Alrecchino, Nahida, Sethos, Ningguang,

Honkai: Star Rail : Rappa, Hanya, Misha, Dan Heng(both regular and his 5* form), Feixiao, FireFly, Fu Xuan, Gepard, Himeko, HuoHuo, Jiaoque, King Yuan, Kafka, Lingshu, Luocha, Robin, Sunday, Ruan Mei, Sparkle, Silver Wolf, Topaz, stelle/Caelus, Yanqing, Arlan, Asta, Guinaifen, Gallagher, Xueyi

Danganronpa : Junko, Kokichi, Nanami, Sonia, Mikan, Nagito, Ibuki, Shuichi, Hajime, Kazuichi, Rantaro,

That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime : Rimuru, Milim, Shuna, Shion,

Pokemon : (Ask what gen and I can probably do them! )

P. S there are many animes I like, I can even show them here!

DanDaDan, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Revengers, Black Clover, Buddy Daddies, Fire Force, Genshin Impact, My Hero, Yarichin Bitch Club, Naruto, Haikyuu, Kuroko No Basket, Devil is a part Timer, Classroom of the elite, Food wars, That time I got reincarnated as a Slime, Rising of the Shield Hero, Danganronpa, Death Parade, Free! , Tokyo Ghoul, Assassination Classroom, Avatar: Last Airbender, Durarara!!, Fruits Basket, Re;Zero, Fairy Tail, Spy x Family, Attack On Titan, Yu-gi-oh, Blue Exorcist, Seraph Of the End, Angels of Death, Stray dogs, Servamp, Wolf's Rain, many more to list.

My rp style example :

Astraea looked over to Hanma as she was in her bedroom, hearing the door open made her jolt because she isn't quite used to seeing Hanma, she had knitting kit out as she was making a blanket out of boredom, she gulps as she nodded softly, her pink hair was in downward piggy tails as she says softly

"Y-Yeah, I can do that. J-Just um- " She blushed softly as she was never used to dressing up and showing off her body like the way he likes it, she puts down her kit a bit

Second Example :

Rimauru blinked as he moves as he transform back into his human for as he smiles, he walks over to the Fairy Queen, he then bows softly to her and smiles "Hello~ I'm Rimauru Tempest! You must be Elvira. Pleasure to finally meet you. " he said softly as he smiles happily, knowing he can he a bit intimidating, he tried his best to have the softest vibe he can have.

"I hope you're travels weren't am issue, I know City of Tempest can be very rough since we're the furthest of all the nations here. " he said as he walks and moves showing her a place to sit, he looks at her as he can easily tell she was nervous but he didn't bring it up because she was being strong for her kingdom

I think that is it, DM if you want to roleplay! <3 will be happy to meet you soon~ Womp Womp~!

[frostironfudge]

Conversations With The Devil (Part 2) - Bucky Barnes

Summary: For the week 2 writing game by @the-slumberparty i chose to continue one of my first one shots submitted to a challenge, Conversations With The Devil (part one) can be read here. My opening line prompt was 'He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life.'

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Devil! Bucky x Desi! Female!Reader

Word Count: 6.9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, seances gone wrong, Oral F and M receiving, horror themes, smut, having sex with the devil?, a smidge of demon cock (nothing explicit just demon p grinding against human v), overstimulation, p in v, multiple orgasms, magic, sort of god complex, a little dark, whump, possession of a family member of the reader (not very horror-esque), protective bucky, horny bucky, devil bucky is a menace. please proceed with caution, you are responsible for your media consumption.

Masterlist || AO3

He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life. Not that he ever cared for either kind of critters that littered the realms he roamed. Bucky was more so concerned with himself, always himself and his concerns.

Even months ago when he stumbled across those three little humans during the seance. 

He stares at the gold gleaming around his wrist, it was surprising this piece of magick. Remaining uncut by the most demonic and angelic of swords. The fire of hell did not melt the gold. Incantations that would have worlds collapsing did not break the chains.

A curse or blessing upon the human’s family. He scoffs, at least they were no longer binding his neck and right hand. Only one remained around his left wrist keeping the two of them coterminous across realms. He licks his lips remembering her taste on his tongue. His cock hardens, then Bucky focuses his eyes back on the demons arguing in his court. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at their repetitive blabber.

Tear apart limbs this, possess little red haired ragdoll that; Bucky groans internally. 

Then a wicked smile stretches across his face. He should check in on his own little Doll. She did just tempt him. It had been days since he teased her from his throne. The tendrils bellow softly beneath his throne, making their way to the portal he had hidden.

Closing his eyes, Bucky visualises her, hmm, a different outfit than he’d seen her wear before. The long skirt shifts delicately with each step. 

His gaze takes you in, your brows furrow as you turn in the empty corridor trying to discern why the feeling of being watched creeps up your spine. His fists clenched as he stopped himself from allowing you to feel his touch.

You would have to wait.

You’re at yet another boring pre wedding dinner with the entire family. Distant cousins, uncles and aunts all gathered around. The loved by all elders and hated by all cousins, cousin Shaiyana, beams brightly as she shows off her man. 

Only the women in the family can see the faint gold chains that extend from her own bracelet to the boy’s neck and hands. You bite the inside of your cheek.

No one knew yet of Bucky or the fact that the chains had reduced from three to one over the span of six months. His intermittent visits and the one instance where he–no, he wasn’t there because of you. He had to cage that demon. He wasn’t there for you. 

Your mind still brings forth that night, from four months ago. 

Four Months Earlier.

Martin shrugs you off yet again, saying this time the seance would be foolproof. Lesser candles and Misha’s confidence lured you into the plan yet again. So there you all sat, fingers on the planchette. 

Dread filled every crevice of your chest. The hairs on your body rising as the temperature dropped enough for you to see Misha’s breathy exhale followed by Martin’s sniffle.

“Why does this happen to us?” Martin questions, the planchette moves to the letters.

The two of them stare at you with accusatory gazes as your name is spelled out.

“What–,” Your words are cut off as the three of you are yanked into corners of the room. You wheeze out as a pressure builds upon your chest, your hands placed down an invisible force holding you down. 

Misha’s voice echoes with the prayer followed by three claps, you breathe hard as the pressure vanishes. 

“What the fuck was that?” They ask you. 

You shake your head, “I don’t know.” 

Checking your hands, three long lines manifest across your forearm as though scrapped. No words or responses form. Wordlessly you help them fix their living room and leave for your own home.

The studio apartment greets you as you had left it. Every little common sound, reasonable thump has you on edge. Part of you wonders if Bucky would know what that was, if he would even appear again. 

The last time you saw him was when he raised his head from between your shaking thighs and licked his fingers and lips. Then he left. You knew he was still bound when your bracelet gleamed with three chains that seemingly went nowhere. As it did every day since that night two months ago.

You stare at the bracelet yet again and sigh a part of you sought him out. Wanting to know more, wanting to talk to him, feel him pressed against you again. Shaking the thoughts away, you go through your routine before bed.

Soon enough your earlier dread returns just on the cusp of sleep. Before you can utter the little prayer to defend yourself, the weight on your chest returns, heavier than before and you can hear the low growl above you. 

Your bracelet shifts closer to your palms, your folded fingers brush over the chains. Your mind brings forth his deepening azure eyes. 

The presence yet again holds your hands down. It reminds you of sleep paralysis only occurring when you’ve had the most tiring of days. 

“Please–,” You rasp, “Let m-me g-go, p-please–,” The pressure adds onto your throat the tears pooling now brim over. 

You can feel one breath remaining, it's a long shot you know. 

“Bucky.” You whisper into the room, only resulting in the pressure intensifying on your chest.

There is a snarl from the edge of your apartment, darkness shrouds a tall looming figure. Your eyes widen fighting the urge to close. Your struggles increase and the figure moves closer, the shadowy tendrils move across the space wrapping around above you, around nothing and they pull. As soon as they pull away you cough the ability to breathe freely returns.

The darkness now towers above your bed. You watch the invisible creature appear with crooked limbs and bottomless pits for eyes. It is pulled to the ground and a portal closes just as it is dragged under ground. 

You look up at the darkness, it clears, a horned creature watches you, its face covered in cracks as though marble damaged. The colour of its skin is a mix of grey and the cracks seemingly gold.

Its eyes blazing red with a catlike shape, trained upon you as it levitates upside down, you watch the gargoyle-like wings not open to their full expanse given the space, its lower body still covered by the bellowing tendrils. The demon settles across you on your bed. 

It saved you. 

Tilting its head it observes you silently. Lips unmoving just watching you. 

Your hands move to where the other demon’s scratches grave your forearm, its eyes follow the movement. It grabs your forearm and pushes up your sleeve. The demon’s face morphs into surprise you think. 

Maybe it wondered why you were not screaming? Or reciting pages of a holy scripture at it. 

Your brows furrow, its touch is familiar. The long fingers with dark nails begin to morph as they hold your hand, its eyes once again angry. In a practised sequence the horns and wings disappear, then the body, hands and face turn more human.

“Bucky?” Your surprise makes him look away from the scratches. His eyes still red, he blinks and you’re greeted by the familiar azure.

“I’ll make him pay.” He assures, before the tendrils wrap around him, his hands begin to disappear.

You panic again, “No!”

“What is it?” His voice sounds irritable.

“I,” you swallow before meeting his hard gaze, “I wanted to say thank you for answering my call…”

“Your call?” He snorts, you feel his hand better again, “I’ve been trying to find that demon, he’s fucking up all my plans. Made a mess in hell. You think I would answer a mortal’s call? Isn’t that what your almighty above is for?” He sneers, thumb tracing delicately over the scratches a stark contrast to his words.

You watch as they fade, “Oh, well, thank you for um, getting rid of it?” you change the words around. He rolls his eyes.

He stands creating distance between the two of you. 

“Don’t do anymore seances.” He warns, his demonic form taking over yet again before he disappears.

As Bucky stands before the bound demon, he raises his hand and forms a fist. The demon cries out in pain as all three hooked fingers on each of its four hands are crushed.

“You do not touch what is mine. You do not scare what is mine.” Bucky speaks calmly but his threat is clear.

“I’m sorry, Sire. My King I didn’t know that stupid mortal was your plaything–,”

The click of Bucky’s tongue has the demon cower back, the circle engraved onto the ground would not let the creature escape.

“You do not insult what is mine.” Bucky inhales, then closes his eyes, smiling as the demon’s pained screams surround him.

Days later Bucky watches as you go about your day, he’s noticed how you look at your bracelet with a sense of longing. Each time you do, there is a soft tug on the chains on his end. He was surprised when the other demons and creatures could not see the chains. It appeared only you and him could see them.

He follows you around, when one of your co-workers gets a little too close and reaches for your shoulder his unheard to you growl has the man retract his hand. You tilt your head as the co-worker scurries away. Bucky looks down at himself in disgust, what kind of human emotions was he resorting to, jealousy? He glares at you now and claws at the stupid chain around his neck. 

When you return home, you squeak in response to seeing him lounging on your bed, legs crossed and arms behind his head. A pleasant yet devilish smile on his features. If he was stuck with you might as well have some fun.

“What are you doing here? Another demon escaped? Is Cerberus not guarding properly?” You set your bags down on the table.

He chuckles, “It's cute you think I have a pet dog.” 

“What are you then? A cat person–creature?” You correct yourself, trying not to laugh at his exasperated look.

Blue eyes narrow and then rake over you, he did like the outfit. Your leggings tempt him to tear them away. One of his tendrils wraps around your ankle caressing it. You look down at it.

“Bucky, why are you here?” 

The tendril moves higher, wrapping around your thigh.

“You didn’t thank me properly the other night.” He reprimands you, more tendrils superimpose the earlier one, you’re lifted off the floor and brought to him.

“I said thank you.” You tug at the hold on your hands.

“Hmm, I’d prefer if you thank me by getting on your knees.”

“I’m not–,”

“You know I can feel you because of these?” The chains appear then, then fade away, “Every little emotion that overtakes you,” He levitates to meet you above your bed, “Your joy, sadness, pain,” his eyes move to your bare forearm, “Even your arousal.”

Your chest tightens and your clit pulses at his words. He licks his bottom lip, teeth sinking into the pink flesh. Teasing you. 

“Just as right this moment, she misses me doesn’t she?” Bucky chuckles as he feels your arousal permeate through his own body. He cups your mound, warmth seeping through your clothes, the tendrils make you grind against his palm. 

You whimper, trying to close your legs.

“Admit it.” He urges, the tendrils tear apart your top, your bra tattered too, his tongue swirls against your nipple and you feel it circle your clit too, you cry out.

“Admit it, Doll.” He moves to the other, hardening it into a peak as well.

He rises above you, tendrils supporting you, your hands behind your back making you assume a kneeling position. You’re face to face with his cock, leaking precum. Your body thrums in remembrance. 

“Admit it and you can have anything you want.” He cups your cheek, pushing away the stray locks. 

“Want you.” You lean into his touch.

“Open your mouth, Doll.” 

Your lips part, Bucky traces your bottom lip with his tip then sinks into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, his hand grips your head. 

“Breathe, Doll. Taking me so well. So pretty with your mouth full.” 

“You better keep that jaw slack, Doll. Gonna fuck your pretty face and then I’ll fill you up.” He promises, “Now,” He grunts as he thrusts and guides your mouth over his thick and veiny cock, “Remind me once we’re done to ask you about the little thought you had about my demon form.”

Your eyes widen, your body betrays you gathering more arousal over your folds. Bucky laughs. He guides your head over his cock, “Fucking velvet, so good. Fuck.”

He pulls out completely, “Oh, I’ll fuck you in my demon form too.” For a moment he morphs into his demon form, his cock thicker that your thumb and fingers wouldn’t meet wrapped around his cock. 

You swallow at the size of him, “It won’t, it won’t, um, fit.” Your voice a rasp, his thumb traces your bottom lip.

“It will fit, you were made for me weren’t you?” He questions, ignoring as the chains glow.

You nod, the two of you are turned, he slides his cock over your folds, the more prominent veins rub over your clit and folds you jolt under him. He morphs into his human form, repeating the movement, drawing out the same response. 

“Oh I’ve missed this pretty pussy wrapped all around me.” He taps your clit with his cock, making you shudder. 

Your hands grip his arms, Bucky sinks into your waiting pussy, both of you moan in unison. Your walls pulse around him. The chain from around his neck fades away as he begins to thrust into you. 

One leg around his waist the other thrown over his shoulder he sinks deeper, you cry out as each thrust is against your gspot, he builds your orgasm, his mouth around your nipple and one tendril tweaks the other. You feel his tongue flick your clit as well, all in tandem with his thrusts. 

Your lips part in a plea of his name as pleasure floods your senses and you arch off of your bed, against Bucky. Your nails rake down his chest, marking him. He hisses.

Your walls spasm around him, coating him in your cum. He smirks as you thrash in his hold, he doesn’t allow you respite, repeating the same movements sending you barrelling into your second orgasm. Tears brim over your eyes, down your cheek to your neck. 

Bucky lets go of your nipple, licking your sweet sweat-slicked skin and moaning at the taste of your pleasured tears. 

“So good, Bucky–,” Your words cut off by a cry as you’re turned, now on top of him, his cock buried deeper, your arms reaching for his shoulders. Bucky watches as you meet his eyes with glazed over eyes, he cups your cheek. Leaning in he kisses you, bruising the tendrils and his grip on your hips guide you over him. 

The tendrils tug and pull at your nipples, “One more sweet Doll, so fucking pretty, such a good girl aren’t you?”

You nod through the pleasured haze, “Your-yours,” You sob as his thrust is deep. Pleasure blooms like hellfire from your toes to your head.

“Mine, all mine.” He growls nipping at your flesh. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky–,” Your third orgasm shatters through you, “Fill me up!” You cry out. 

Bucky gives a few more hard thrusts before he moans your name, his cum coats your walls, you slump against his broad chest, sniffling as the aftershocks run through you. 

“You’re still milking me, Doll.” He groans as your pussy clamps around him, keeping him inside you. Taking all of his seed. 

You only hum in response, your head nuzzled into his chest. Taking in his scent your hands tracing over him lazily admiring him. 

“You’re pretty, both forms.” You whisper, he laughs.

“I belive I’ve fucked you stupid.” He declares making you frown. Pulling away to look at him.

The urge to quell your sadness overtakes him,

“Doll.” He warns. This, what the fuck was all this emotion?

“I said you’re pretty.” Your index finger presses to his chest.

“Find a better word than pretty.” He bargains.

“Can’t think too much cum.” You shrug, if he could act coy so could you.

“Is that right?” He raises a brow, “Too bad, I wanted to go a few more times.”

“Hmm, I do have to thank you properly.” You agree with him, “So are you a demon or a devil?” You ask, holding onto him as you’re turned again laying on your back.

“Pillowtalk? Buy a devil dinner first.” A tendril tugs on your nipple and you swat it lightly.

“A few minutes more.” You pet it, Bucky blinks at your actions.

“What? I don’t have any pets of my own.” You shrug the tendril wraps around your wrist, you smile.

Bucky shakes his head, after round two, he’d leave. Create distance again. 

He could not have your emotions meddle into him. 

He is ruthless, calculative. 

He is cunning. 

He takes what he wants; he cares for no one but himself. 

A king of Hell.

When you fall asleep, he gently moves away from you. 

The tendril you petted pulls the blanket on you better. Bucky stares at it, hands on his hips.

“What part about no attachments isn’t understood?” He whispers. The tendril turns towards you then back at Bucky. “We are not involving ourselves with a human.” He warns the tendril.

The tendril points to your bracelet. As if to say we’re already involved. 

“Just, open the damn portal.” Bucky huffs, as he descends into his realm, he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest and the way your hand sleepily seeks him out, you shifting closer to his residual warmth.

Present.

Warmth floods you at the memories. 

It had been three weeks since his last appearance. Your legs begin parting under the table, the familiar tendril stokes your inner thighs and the remaining drag your lehenga upwards. 

You shut your thighs, pushing the fabric down. 

That blue and red eyed menace. 

“Still three chains?” Your grandmother tuts, your eyes snap to her. 

“I, it’s just been five months—,” Shaiyana stutters, her blonde highlights flailing around her, “It takes time…”

‘Hmm, we’re down to one chain, Doll.’ Bucky’s deep baritone whispers against your earlobe; you feel his teeth graze your flesh. You shudder; he isn't actually here. 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, this is one of his horny tricks. 

“Stop it.” You whisper, his lips ghost over your neck. 

‘I quite like the neckline of this outfit, your chest looks fantastic and this skirt, hmm, could bend you over and just—,’

“Bucky.” You chastise, reaching for your bracelet, the thin gold chain appears and you yank it. 

Bucky’s arm tugs him sideward on his throne. He grasps his end of the shared chain and yanks it as well. 

His court of demons stare at him. Silence takes over the court. 

“What are all of you looking at? What's next I don’t have all the time in the underworld.” He roars at them. 

They look at him and then scutter about before resuming the arguments. 

As a result you knock into the waiter putting the entrées onto your cousin brother’s plate, “I’m so sorry!” 

“I’m not.” Your cousin beams as more food is dropped onto his plate, “These are my fave chicken tikkas.” 

‘Where is my apology Doll?’ Bucky asks, you swat at the tendril on your knee. 

“Y/N?” Your aunt looks at you with a raised brow.

“Oh just a fly.” You swat the other tendril you feel. You glare at the tendrils, they know you mean no harm.

‘You’re being a brat.’

“You were supposed to be here, we had a deal.” You remind him, trying not to let the disappointment get the best of you. 

‘First explain about the chains. Also, I’m busy ruling.’

“You need to be here to ask grandma about it. And stop trying to demon mode sex if you’re so busy ruling a part of hell.” You grit out in a whisper.

“Who needs to ask grandma what?” Your grandma eyes you from where she stands coming to greet everyone at the table. 

“Um just about the ch-,” Bucky’s ring circles your clit, “ah-chains.” You grip the seat of your chair cheeks heating. Oh this little devil of yours is going to pay. 

‘It's cute how you think you can get revenge on me. You're getting tied up today, Doll.’ Bucky warns, all traces of him disappearing. 

“Well?” Your grandmother asks yet again. 

“Why do the chains—,”

“Grandma, if you could just see how good we are together.” The apple of everyone’s eye pleads cutting you off. 

Your cousin brother mimics her whining, the cousins at your table suppress a laugh but giggles escape.

Your aunt shushes everyone.

“The chains are important dear. They tell everything.” She pats her head and then turns her eyes to the empty seat next to you. You wince. Her questioning came from her astute intuition. 

“He’s preoccupied.” You answer, “Meetings, on his way though.” 

She eyes you warily but moves on from your table. 

You slump in your seat. You meet the gaze of your parents and they are disappointed. For an open minded desi family they are disappointed in the lack of presence of your love life compared to your cousins.

What would you tell them? 

A devil creeps into your bed every few weeks? 

That you wish he would stay? 

That you googled how Persephone went to Hades just to know if it's viable for you to move there to hell? 

You’ve laughed to the point of tears over this situation. You could only hope the lesser number of chains meant he would be freed. 

Your theories of the chains fading because of sex was disproved earlier, the second only faded when he had appeared at the club your friends had dragged you to, where you got sick, the nausea from those weird mocktails and greasy food hadn’t agreed with your system. 

All you remember from that night was Bucky carrying, well flying you home after your friends had disappeared with their various hook ups. You had woken up to him scowling at you all while thrusting tylenol, water and then your favourite food in your hands. 

You didn’t think a devil would or could lecture you about parties, but there he was, eyes flickering between red and blue. Voice switching between demonic and human. The tendril you had befriended first had wrapped itself around your wrist offering comfort and Bucky glared at it.

“You cannot possibly think she isn’t to be told off.” He stares at the tendril.

It raises its body then lowers it like a shrug.

“Oh, alright, hm what if she got hurt?” He pauses then, masking his worry with ire.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” You look up at him, doe eyed. He inhales then exhales. The worrisome thought crosses his mind yet again. You feel his worry in your chest.

“I was not worried.” Bucky yells, voice fully demonic, you look away from him. His gaze softens.

He cups both your cheeks, “You need to be careful. We don’t know what these chains mean, I try to keep myself out of trouble too. You need to do the same, Doll.” It was the first time he used your nickname without a sexual context.

You both had watched then how the chain undid itself from around his right wrist. 

Something in Bucky’s chest cracks, he swiftly ignores it. The little pang of worry that he may lose you sooner rather than later. 

The hall doors swing open murmurs break out in their presence. You’re pulled out of your thoughts. You watch as Bucky walks in, crossing the threshold that held sacred verses over it with ease. Your jaw drops at his navy traditional sherwani attire. There are intricate velvet patterns on it that give it a raised emboss look. He dressed like that one Indian Film actor did in that one movie that you can no longer recall. All other images gone from your brain apart from this one.

The women of the family all turn to look at you. The chain speaking for Bucky and you before you could. Your grandmother takes your name as she eyes Bucky. He smiles at her. You stand walking to meet him halfway.

“I apologise for the delay, Grandma.” He takes her hand kissing the back of it. Her eyes narrow between the two of you.

“One chain?” She questions.

“We wanted to ask you about that–,”

“After the festivities. Enjoy the dinner, James.” She cuts you off then moves to her original table.

He raises a brow but only gives her a half smile. Bucky turns to you. 

“You like?” He winks, admiring the way your cheeks heat.

“I-, you came?” You ask, Bucky hides his own mirth at the happiness blooming in your heart replacing the earlier loneliness he could feel.

Bucky wants to say something else, you feel his hesitation, “We had a deal.” He runs his hand through his hair, his ring gleaming in the light.

“Let's meet your parents.” He suggests taking your hand and leading you to their table.

The lies flow easily from Bucky’s mouth.

Who is he? 

How the two of you met? 

What does he do with his free time? 

He even has pictures of his white fluffy cat on his phone– Alpine. You raise a brow.

“Cats are nice, misunderstood but nice.” He whispers, his lips brush over your earlobe, “You better not forget what your punishment is,” One arm moves to rest across your chair, his other rests on your thigh. The tendrils begin to work their way up again. 

Bucky’s face is inches from yours, you look up at him. He smiles at you.

“Smile.” He says, you blink, “Smile, Doll.” The tendrils tickle your side, you giggle and the flash occurs. Bucky’s smile widens, taking over his face at the sound of your laugh.

Your younger cousin hands you the polaroid, it's still developing as you lean closer to him.

Your breath ghosts over his neck, “My little devil,” you giggle yet again as you feel his irritation, 

“I’ll show you what’s little–,” He takes a sharp breath when you tug his earlobe and kiss the spot on his neck you had discovered the third time he slept with you.

“As I was asking, will you be in the picture?” 

He sighs exasperated, your questions about all of this ranged from actually fun to answer to can he shut you up in creative ways using his mouth, fingers or cock?

“I’m not a vampire.” He shakes his head, the arm resting across your back softly traces over your arm.

“Hmm, cranky like a hungry one.” You tease.

“Well I haven’t eaten my favourite meal in days. I could eat and no one would know, well if you keep quiet, Doll.” His eyes switch colours, darkened with red rims.

Your brows furrow as you spot a bead of sweat. Before you can stop yourself you wipe it from his temple.

“This sherwani is warmer than I anticipated.” He brushes it off, the waiters place food on Bucky’s plate as well. You don’t look away from him.

“Is it the scriptures?” You ask, he chews the kebab then nods, eyes shifting to the books kept.

“You all prayed before this, correct?” 

“I’m sorry, Bucky I didn’t realise it would be more than what is comfortable, do you want to go outside?” Your hand is placed on his chest.

He licks his lips, “Let me eat my dessert, it's a sin.”

“Are you sure it will help?” Were you actually considering this?

“Hey man, it's so nice of you to come down, she was getting all lonely staring at her phone.” Your cousin interrupts the conversation. 

“Ah yes I was texting her minute by minute.” Bucky nods, you want to laugh. 

You didn’t even have his number. 

“So what do you do?” Bucky questions your cousin. Your mind blanks momentarily as you feel Bucky’s lips ghost along your inner thigh. 

Your cousin replies but you hear nothing, you feel Bucky’s tongue delve through your folds. You grip his hand resting on your thigh. 

‘Not a sound, Doll.’ He warns, ‘So fucking sweet. All for me.’

His moan reverberates against your core, you bite your lip as you feel his fingers delve into you. Thick digits curving deliciously. You reach for the glass of water, your fingers clamp around it as you feel yourself stretch around his ring. 

‘Could stay between your legs for aeons, Doll.’ 

You feel him suck on your clit and you whimper, Bucky next to you presses his lips to your temple. Grounding you. 

‘You love it when I get like this, taking you apart then putting you back together.’ 

His movements gain pace, sweet oblivion within reach and he stops. Your lehenga righted and he kissed your temple again. 

“Seems like we aren’t the only sinners here.” He murmurs. You look at Shaiyana and her partner. The chains are down to two from three. Her hair dishevelled. 

You glare at Bucky. 

“Oh, no this is part of the punishment.” He grins. 

“Bucky.” You all but whine. 

“Needy little Doll aren’t you?” He whispers, “For each orgasm I deny I’m going to reward you.” 

Around you both dinner continues, Bucky teases you relentlessly during the entire time. Thoroughly enjoying the way you squirm for him. Turning into his needy little mess. His greedy little, Doll. 

The fifth time he edges you. You can’t take it, you know distance doesn’t matter he can always use his powers on you. You still excuse yourself from the table, heading to the washrooms. Your cheeks warm, flushed because of Bucky. You fix your dupatta’s draping in the mirror. 

“You have got some nerve.” Shaiyana observes exiting the stall. 

You raise a brow. 

“Oh come on your boyfriend suddenly appears just as I debut mine and one chain? How many times has he fucked you?” She turns to face you. 

“They don’t disappear just because of sex…” you trail off. 

“Oh please, Grandma’s rules clearly state about bonds and binds. How they forge forever and how they break.” She scoffs, flipping her hair back. 

“Shaiyana, how does the bond break?” You swallow, wondering if it is what you wanted, to lose Bucky. 

She looks back in the mirror meeting your gaze through it, “Finally you’re away from, Sire.” 

Her eyes turn fully black, no whites nor her dark brown irises visible. You take a step back. 

“You have him distracted. We don’t like distractions. The only thing good about you? Your mortality.” Her voice haunts you, gooseflesh raising across your skin. 

“He won’t appreciate you hurting me.” You warn, moving towards the bathroom door. You try not to let fear consume you. 

You try to reach out to Bucky through the bond. You feel nothing. 

Shaiyana cackles, “Aw, he isn’t your knight in shining armour.” She steps closer towards you. Her voice is akin to chalk screeching against a board.

You look at the bracelet, the chain does not manifest. You look back at your cousin just as her hand comes in contact with your cheekbone. The force of it pushing you against the granite counter, you groan as the corner hurts you.

Bucky’s brows furrow, you aren’t back yet. The side of the bond that allowed him to reach you was subdued. He walks up to your Grandma, she turns sensing him. 

“I see your curiosity cannot wait.” She smiles standing up, he offers her his hand. She grasps it, leading her towards the balcony. His gaze everywhere trying to find you. 

The tendrils move along the edges of the room, taking over the venue to find you. 

“How did you know my name?” He questions her, there is a thrum around her, iridescent old magick exuding from her aura. 

“I know quite a bit about the demons and Kings of Hell, boy. What I should be asking is what made you choose a mortal?” She raises a brow at him. 

“I didn’t know about the curse until the binds—,”

“You know what I mean.” She gives him a knowing look, “You do know before the binding you were asked if you will explore this with her.” 

Bucky looks out onto the city lights. He remembers the ancient words, he remembers his affirmative reply. He wanted you. Then reality seeped in. Bound to a mortal? Bonds that work across realms? Forcing himself to not seek you out for two months.

He looks back at her, “She was not supposed to become more.”

“And now? You want to break it?” Your grandmother watches him.

“What do the chains mean?” He questions.

Unease trickles across him as the tendrils return with no news. He looks at her. She senses his emotions.

“I have to find her.” Bucky returns to the hall then out into the hall.

He frowns, there was a corridor to the bathroom here why can’t he see it?

“You’re going to break the spell you have on our Master.” Shaiyana’s nails dig into your cheeks. The water overflowing from the taps, the cold seeps into your back. She was slamming your hand into the floor trying to get the bracelet to break. 

There was something possessing her. You had to do something.

“I didn’t!” You cry out in pain that breaks across your knuckle. Moving up your palm. 

“He keeps visiting this realm. He tortured demons over you. His own kind.” Shaiyana snarls and you feel the sting of a slap. 

“He wants the bond gone.” She tells you. Your tear stained eyes meet her obsidian ones.

“How to break it?” You ask, “Did he send you?” 

She smiles, “He did, oh you fell in love? You fell for the King? You, a mere mortal? Be worthy of him?” She laughs. 

In her distraction you begin to pray, she takes her hands away as if burned by your skin. You push yourself away, slipping as you make your way to the door. Shit, shit, shit.

Shaiyana stands again, you pray again, slamming your hands against the door hoping someone would hear you. “Bucky!”

“Stop calling his name!” She warns moving closer to you.

Bucky hears a thump, he turns to the seemingly placed wall. He places his palm on it. It scalds his flesh. His eyes turn red. A seal placed upon the door. He presses both palms to the wall. 

It begins to give way, he hears your pained cry of his name. 

“Doll!” He calls out.

“Bucky!” 

The tendrils slither through the cracks, the seal was drawn outside the door. As the tendrils latch onto it, “Get away from the door!” He yells. You step back, pausing the prayer. Shaiyana yanks you back by your hair.

The door burns as Bucky steps through it. The flames disappear, behind him the cream coloured door now blackened. He stands there anger coursing through his veins. The image of him right now exudes power. 

You whimper as Shaiyana smiles up at him, her nails digging into your scalp, “I did as you said, Sire. The way to break the bond? Break the bracelet or kill her.” She adds.

“When did I place such a command? Are you trying to overthrow me?” He raises a brow, “Release her.” 

“Bucky break it–,”

“No.” He cuts you off.

“I fear it is worse than we thought. He cares for her.” She taps her foot thrice.

A portal opens beneath the three of you. Bucky sends the tendrils forth to break your fall. He switches to his demon form. The tendrils pull you to him. Tucking you to his side. He snarls at the demons gathered around. Shaiyana lays on the ground, unconscious. 

“You have to make a choice, Sire. A bewitching mortal or your duty as King.” The demon that was possessing her procures a blade. Your eyes widen. 

Your hand grips his forearm, he looks down at you, “They would kill you?” 

“They wouldn’t dare.” He looks back at the demons.

“Bucky, let me break it.” You plead.

“Why? Do you not want–,”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“I won’t.”

The glimmer of the blade shines through the fires burning, you do the most mortal thing Bucky expects. Covering his form with yours, “Are you insane?! I need you alive!” He yells.

The blade is stopped by his hand. It burns his flesh.

“What is this sacrificial human bullshit? You do not die for love! Be selfish! Stay alive damn it.” He yells, throwing the blade back at the demon. His wings expand, covering the two of you and Shaiyana from the blades and hexes that are sent your way.

“But–,”

“No. I don’t want the bond to break. Do you know I was asked before the binding. If I wanted this? I agreed.”

“Then why were you gone?” You demand, the tendrils begin to branch out. 

He raises the cracks in the ground. The demons around you stop their attack. All pausing because of the sigils made into the ground.

“I wanted you, Doll. Do you see this? The insubordination?” He glares at all the demons, he turns back to his human form.

“I kept a watch on you. I wanted to know what the chains meant. I dived into research but this is heirloom magick passed down between generations. Not kept in any scripture.” He explains, you blink several times.

“Wait, you said love?” You ask him, he stares at you.

“Just, just sit here and do not look at or touch anything.” He makes you sit on his throne before stepping away. 

“Bucky?” 

He turns back to look at you.

“I don’t want the bond to break too.” Your words make him smile, the familiar tendril wraps around your wrist.

The gold chain around his left wrist disappears, in its place a gold chain bracelet remains. 

The two of you share a look, the bond thrums steadily between the two of you. 

“Now let me go take care of these fools before I return to have you ride me while I sit on my throne.” He winks at you before turning yet again.

Your grandmother looks at Shaiyana asleep on the couch of the hotel lobby, then you, then Bucky. 

“She was possessed?” Your Grandma questions. 

Your devil and you nod.

“She was taken to hell?” 

The devil and his human nod again.

“You both verbalised not wanting the bond to break?” 

You both nod yet again.

“I see. Well I’m not going to deal with the six month crap Demeter had imposed.” She stares at Bucky.

“She’s free to travel realms.” He answers, thumb stroking over your hand.

“Hmm, trust the one who loves horror to snag a devil.” She teases you, “Alright now head on home. I’ll get someone to help with her.” Your grandmother heads back to the banquet hall.

Bucky chuckles, lips pressing to your temple. You close your eyes, when you open them you’re back in the throne room.

“I have to reward you.” He says sitting down on his throne, the tendrils help your lehenga bunch around you as you straddle him, his length pressing to your core.

“That you do, my little devil. My King.” You nip at the skin of his neck, he growls hands gripping your hips.

“Doll.” He warns, moaning as you grind against him.

“Yes?” You continue tracing your lips over his flesh leaving your own little marks upon him.

“After what you achieved today, exposing those who stand against me? You’re going to make a fine Queen and your first order of business?” He lifts you up, clothes melting away from your bodies, slowly he guides you down on his hard length. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you moan against his lips.

“You are to scream your King’s name, my Queen.” He tugs on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply, as he pulls away, “Did you know ancient heirloom magick is one of the strongest forms?” 

You feel so full, the tendrils tease your nipples, “Bucky–,”

“I sensed the magick in you the minute I saw you.” He raises you and has you slide down on him again, controlling your movements. 

You meet his eyes, they have red rims around the darkening irises. Bucky smirks, as he brings you closer to him. Your clit grinding against his trail of hair. You moan, he grasps your chin. 

“You and your magick are both to be mine.” He kisses you then as you feel yourself fall backward, landing on a soft mattress, Bucky’s hands move over your skin. From your hips over your sides one hand remains around your neck, the gold chain of his bracelet gleams. 

“All of it was for the magick?” You rasp, he studies your features. 

He thrusts into you, your walls quiver around him, “Always so fucking beautiful and tight, such a good girl for me.”

Your nails leave little indents into his biceps, “James, answer–Oh–,” 

You moan as his tip brushes over the spot that sparks the pleasured waves to thrum through you.

“All of it,” He thrusts into you deeper, rutting against you, your legs wrapping around him tighter, “Was for you, Doll.”

AN: i never thought i'd get to writing a part 2 for this one shot but here we are, i'm quite proud of it and i hope you enjoyed reading!

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P2. Care

Medical inaccuracies, caretaking, wound care, broken bones mention, past torture, past captivity

Misha jumps into action the second Logan is out of the room. Jesse has curled in on themself, which is definitely not helping their ribs. She can see at least two broken. She's going to need more than just her kit.

"Nora, can you grab clean rags and pain meds? Get the ibuprofen at least and make everyone give you anything they have that's stronger." Nora nods, still looking shaken and rushes from the room.

"Ok Jes, is this all of it? Are your legs ok?"

The give a slow shake of their head "my left leg is..." they trail off "it's fucked"

"That's ok, we'll take care of it. Isa, grab the emergency sheers from my bag."

Misha keeps a tight grip on her emotions as the pants come away. Jesse was right the leg is well and truly fucked. She can see bruising through the splint and all up and down its length. It's badly swollen from the knee down and the ankle looks broken.

"Jes what happened?"

They shake their head, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Jes I have to know so I can help you. I don't need... details, I just- is it broken?"

"It's broken. I don't know exactly..." They trail off. "He- he hit me." Tears flash in their eyes, "with a crowbar. I tried- I couldn't make him stop." Misha reaches for them but they flinch away and her stomach clenches.

Isa comes closer, placing her hand next to them, not quite touching. "We've got you now Jes. It'll be ok. You're safe now."

They wipe vigorously at their eyes, nodding and clearly trying to force a smile. Misha wants to give them time, let them cry, but their injuries come first.

"You don't have to say what happened. Just, is it broken? I don't want to take the splint off unless I have to, but I need to know the injuries." She is grateful to all her medical training. As long as she can forget it's Jesse sitting in front of her she can treat this like just another patient.

"I- it's broken. The shin at least. The knee... I don't know. I think it was dislocated or something, it might've been broken too, I don't know."

"And who treated it? Were they a professional?"

There's a long pause "Adrian Morgan" their voice shakes "he- h- he... he's... he-" they clear their throat and try again "I don't think he's a medical professional, but he has... ex- experience."

She scoffs at that, efficiently checking the splint. "ok, well it does look pretty good.” She admits. Without x rays she won't be able to tell exactly what's broken. "When did all this happen?"

Their eyebrows furrow "less than three days ago? Maybe?" She nods, noting their confusion. Concussion maybe?

“Ok, and why isn't there a cast?”

Jesse shrugs apologetically. “Im sorry. I-” Their voice drops to a whisper again. “I don't think he wanted to waste supplies.”

Misha forcefully calms herself, catching Isa’s eye. She doesn't think she's ever seen their face so stoney.

"Ok, well, was it splinted right after it was broken?"

"No, that happened the next day."

They left you like that for a whole day? she tucks it away. Later.

"How does it feel now? Any numbness? Tingling?"

"I had tingling earlier. It's gone now though, and wasn't from that… I don't think." She doesn't want to know, she asks anyway.

"where was it from?" They flinch, eyes darting away from her gaze again. "Jes I’m sorry I have to ask, but tingling can be dangerous. I need to know what happened to be able to help you.”

“Electricity of some kind.” They whisper, eyes becoming unfocused.

“When was this?”

“I-” Their voice gets even smaller. “Before that man came for me. Was that… yesterday?”

“No, that was earlier today Jes” She says as softly as she can manage, adding “It's been a long day.”

Jesse laughs, it sounds panicked, high and tight, “Oh.”

Residual tingling from electricity isn't terribly uncommon, and is less immediately dangerous than a spinal injury, so Misha dismisses it for now.

"Your leg seems ok, all things considered.” She tries to be reassuring. “I’ll have to put a real cast on it, but I dont have the supplies for that right now and since it's swelling so much it's probably better to wait. I don't want to take the splint off before I can replace it unless I absolutely have to, so do you think this Adrian knew what he was doing?" Misha doesn't miss their flinch at the name and makes a mental note not to say it again.

“I- I think so. At least enough to not let it kill me right away.” Misha's lips purse. She’ll have to take it off and make sure the bastard set it well enough to heal, but for now, it can wait.

The door pops open to Nora carrying several yellow pill bottles and an armload of towels.

"Here" she deposits the supplies on the counter next to Jesse and sits next to Isa on the lip of the tub. They both look overwhelmed, but she might need their help.

"Thanks" Misha shoots them a humorless smile. "Ok jes, are you on any medication right now? Did they give you pills or anything?"

"No?"

“Are you sure? I don't want to give you too much of anything.”

They hesitate. “I’m not totally sure. He never gave me pills before, but…” They trail off. “I don't remember much before the car.” They search the floor, almost guilty.

"How about food? When's the last time you ate?" They hesitate again, for too long, face scrunching up as they try to remember.

"I don't know. It's been..." they trail off "I'm sorry, I just don't remember, they gave me some bread maybe a week ago?"

Misha tries to relax her jaw, soften her expression. It doesn't do the patient any good to see you worry, she reminds herself. She shouldn't have to ask, but

"And how about water, have you had anything to drink?"

"Yes, definitely. They gave me some a few days ago, more water than food."

"Ok good!" She keeps her voice as light as possible. "Nora, can you grab Jes some water and electrolytes? And also tell someone in the kitchen to heat up the bone broth in the cupboard?" They nod and hurry from the room

"While we wait for food I'm going to start cleaning you up ok? And I want you to take these. Don't worry, it's just Advil. Don't want to give you anything else till you've eaten, and we can be totally sure there's nothing else in your system." she holds out four pills "Is it alright if I start with your back?"

Jesse nods, turning slightly giving Misha access.

Misha wets a rag and begins cleaning the blood from the least damaged areas first, waiting for the pain meds to kick in. They probably won't do much, but any little bit helps.

Nora slips back through the door. "Martin's heating soup. He said he'll bring it when it's ready."

"Good. How's Logan?"

They shrug. "He left the house, apparently."

Probably for the best. She works through the wounds methodically, letting herself be carried away in the work.

She wishes she still had access to the hospitals equipment, but even if she did taking Jes there with AQUA after them would be suicide. She'll just have to make due with what she has.

Misha struggles to keep her emotions in check as she cleans and bandages each wound. She doesn't want to think about where they came from, but each screams it's own brutal story at her.

Hundreds of cuts layered over one another. Burns running up their arms and covering their feet. Broken and poorly healed fingers. Missing fingernails. Broken teeth.

Whoever did this needs to be castrated.

When shes finally done, she records a list of their injuries and watches Isa feed her patient soup.

Isa whispers comfort, but Jesse hardly looks conscious. They stare off into the shower, mechanically accepting the soup.

Of course it was always a possibility this would be what they found when they finally got Jesse out, but somehow Misha never really considered it seriously. Nothing this bad has happened to anyone in their little family. Maybe it was naivety, but she'd never really thought it would.

Their team is so far from being a serious threat to AQUA she just didnt really think theyd waste their time on people like them.

Ever since AQUA started taking the place of government entities, their lives had become a chaotic fight for survival. But survival usually meant fighting for resources, clean water, food, and shelter. They were always able to look out for each other and fight AQUA in order to survive, but never had she imagined AQUA would waste its time on people like them. They aren't a military group or sect of assassins. They're just regular people, trying to survive.

It retrospect it does seem hopelessly naive.

Suddenly she has to know. It's sensitive, she probably shouldn't ask, but she has to know

“Jesse?”

They look at her, haunted eyes looking almost nothing like the eyes of her friend.

“Why-” she doesn't know how to form her question, but the one word is enough

“They wanted me to give you all up.” They say simply

“Why didn't you?” Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper

They look baffled. "How could I?"

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SUMMARY : director jensen ackles gets a little too sexy.

PAIRING : jensen ackles x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : jared padalecki, misha collins, laura (oc), mariana (oc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, spanking, banter, jokes

WORD COUNT : 4.3k

A/N : title from the song by j-hope of bts. I love danneel, but she can’t exist for these stories, lmao. also, I wrote this while I was sick and I was exhausted at 1.00 am :D XX

Jensen and her had a very professional relationship on set despite being married. She didn’t really joke around or do anything inappropriate unless it was okay for them to be doing that, if it was part of a scene and they accidentally messed up, or unless Jared and Jensen themselves were acting alongside her with Misha. But when Jensen was directing, it was a whole other case of professionalism. A case that she secretly loved and found very hot, something she was pretty sure she could hide from everyone but him.

He was a very private man with everything that had to do with his personal life, but she was a little more open about certain things, definitely not about her business in bed with Jensen, since he got flustered and embarrassed about it being said to others. Unless he was in that mood, unless he was comfortable around the people surrounding him.

For example, Jensen had no trouble talking about his sex life with her if he was talking to Misha and sometimes Jared, but he wasn’t too graphic. He could be a bit lewd, forgetting himself around the boys, and she’d play along because it was fun to either get the upper hand on him or to remain under his.

Still, she couldn’t be fooled by his prudish behaviour in the public because behind closed doors, Jensen was extremely naughty, almost more than her.

The makeup artist, Laura, was putting gel on Y/N’s brows, lip tint on her soft lips, touching up a few other parts of her face to make her look good for the cameras while the hair stylist, Mariana, began gently fixing and spraying her hair in place. Y/N stared at the photos of Jensen, Misha, and Jared, a little smile on her face admiring her friends and herself being silly in them.

“Ready?” Someone asked from the door after knocking, Laura and Mariana responded with a rushed yes and quickly finished up what they were doing before letting Y/N go to the set where she’d previously had a scene with Jared and now, she’d have one with Jensen. A spicy one.

She saw Jensen was already there wearing a black suit and a mossy-green tie, a serious expression pinched his brows together, and he made motions with his hands for the cameraman to know where the cameras had to be angled and what his vision was for the scene. It was hot, watching him be in the zone, directing and leading, giving advice, and correcting certain things. He was brilliant, a genius at these things, and he was so captivating and kind, enthusiastic and thorough, it was not surprising how amazing things turned out thanks to him.

“Y/N,” Jensen said, a serious tone in his voice, so she quickly made her way to him and waited for his instructions. He finished up with the cameraman and a few of the other crew members. Y/N just watched and listened to him, mostly. It was distracting to see the suit tighten around certain areas of his body, like his broad shoulders, his ass, his waist… “…back to you, gorgeous,” he turned to face her, and she smiled, inhaling sharply.

He raised a brow at her for that, immediately figuring out that she wasn’t paying attention to him, but had her mind somewhere else. He chuckled softly, his own train of thought derailed by the way she tried to play innocent. Despite her soft and serious smile, he carefully cupped her jaw and kissed her cheek before pulling away to demonstrate and explain a few things he wanted to change about the script and the things they’d do.

He walked her through the sex scene thoroughly, explaining to her what he’d be doing to her, even guiding her through it physically, putting himself over her and showing her the simple but intimate scene. Part of her was amused, but another part of her was aroused at the way Jensen touched her, or the way he made her touch him.

He remained serious, treating her the way he treated the other crew members and she didn’t even feel the slightest bit guilty about how hot she thought he looked every time he bossed her around.

“Got that?” He asked, once he finished, brushing her hair over her shoulder gently. She eyed his movements, then focused back on him, smiling softly with a nod of her head. “Okay, ready to start shooting?” She nodded again, murmuring a yes to him while trying to stop herself from laughing.

For the most part, the scene was PG-13, but her thoughts weren’t. When Jensen entered the motel room, loosening his tie as he spoke the lines in Dean’s sexy baritone, she was glad the camera wasn’t on her to catch the sharp inhale of breath or the way her lips parted in delight.

She never got tired of looking at him. Every time, he looked more beautiful than ever before and even in her own fantasies when they were separated, the memory of him in her mind didn’t do him justice. This. Him, slipping off his jacket and flinging it onto the bed as he debriefed her on the details on the monster case they were working on, it made heat rush up her face and heat blossomed in her tummy.

She said her lines smoothly, settled on the table like she was supposed to, grateful for that because her knees had become weak when he started to roll his sleeves up, and even more when he walked away, arched beautifully to find a beer in the refrigerator. The slacks tightened around his pert ass and his thighs, she squeezed her legs shut, nearly screwing up when the camera moved to her.

And she said her lines, looking Jensen straight in the eyes when he started walking towards her, easily popping the lid off the bottle and throwing it into the sink before he settled down in the seat in front of her. His legs were spread and when she looked down at his crotch, she didn’t care if the audience thought it was scripted or not because who wouldn’t stare at him down there.

Even the way she licked her lips and the way she said her next line wasn’t part of the script. Now, getting so close to the next part of the scene that she always enjoyed because she got to tease him, and he always got more than what he asked for. When he leaned forward seductively, playing his part as Dean when he delivered his next line, flirting with her still made her blush. Even though it was something Jensen wouldn’t really say, it made her smile genuinely because she had a soft spot for Dean as a character.

Thanks to Dean and her character, she and Jensen got together in real life. All that pretending to be in love, and then spending those months apart during the writer’s strike made things clear to both of them. It wasn’t the acting, it wasn’t the script, it was real. And they gave in and started to date, and it worked, so well that now they’re married. Now, he was hers.

“So? We got time to kill before Sam’s back, sweetheart,” he smirked at her, playing with the sleeve of her dress. She grabbed his hand, moved it away from her dress, his warm fingers wrapping around hers when she kissed the inside of his wrist. It was a tiny act of affection that drove him crazy, and he knew, in that moment, what she was up to. But he played it cooled, when she continued to hold his hand and stood up the way he told her to minutes before.

“Why don’t we skip the flirting then, Winchester?” She murmured, watching him sit back in his chair, his hands sliding up his thighs, puffing out his chest so seductively, the buttons of his white shirt became tight across his chest.

“Sorry, thought you liked it,” he smirked, grabbing her hips and pulling her forward. She stumbled into his lap gracefully, laughing softly. She cupped his face tenderly, admired the way his eyes shined like a puppy-dog before she kissed him. She kissed him as herself and she kissed him as her character, full of love and passion.

“Only when we’re not being rushed,” she mumbled against his mouth, moaning unintentionally, surprised when he stood up, holding her tight against him to sit her on the table.

“Son of a bitch,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. She was glad her face wasn’t really showing in the scene and doubted that the mic picked up his words. Her face became hot when she moved her hands down to his belt to undo it and he fumbled around under her dress, just pretending to get her underwear out of the way. Although, secretly, they both wished the cameras were shut off and that they could do the real thing because sometimes when Jensen flirted as Dean, he meant every word, and the flirting worked the way it was supposed to on her.

She panted dramatically, buried her fingers into his hair and tousled it when she tugged gently. His little grunt was real, but no one needed to know that, no one needed to know how wet she was right now, and when he lifted his face up from her neck, the deep blush that painted him couldn’t be hidden by the camera and she couldn’t care less. Not when he pressed his lips to hers roughly, pushing and pulling against her body, her other hand clinging to his back, twisting his shirt tightly.

It was so good. It was torture. His hand on her thigh, fingers digging into her squishy flesh, pain that was so arousing to her, his arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her upright on the table. It shook under them, the wooden table gently bumping against the weak wall, and when he pulled away from the sensual kiss, his nose bumped against hers. His warm breath fanned over her wet lips, making her mind hazy, but not hazy enough so when she whispered a name as she was supposed to, it was Dean’s.

And that was it. The next scene would cut with Dean being cocky, helping her fix her dress and lowering her off the table minutes before Sam arrived with news from the coroner. But he pulled away, looked at her intensely as the crew started to talk and Jared came up with Misha. Y/N smiled at them, relaxing on the table despite how aroused Jensen had made her.

“Wow, felt just like porn,” Misha snickered, Jared laughed loudly, smacking Misha’s chest with the back of his wrist. She rolled her eyes at them, turned to Laura so she could fix anything the scene messed up and Mariana fixed Jensen up a little, getting them ready for the next scene.

“Least he gets some action,” Jared cackled and Jensen laughed softly. “In and out of set,” he ‘whispered’ to Misha, who chuckled and shook his head, smiling peacefully at Jensen who was rolling his eyes and Y/N shook her head.

“Well, it’s always better than watching you with a woman,” Misha joked and Jared pretended to sulk, throwing a little bit of popcorn towards Misha, which he caught and ate triumphantly with a grin. “Seriously, it was good, guys.” Misha patted Jensen’s back and he thanked him quietly, watched them scurry off when they were ready to shoot the next scene.

“Was that too much?” Jensen asked quietly, pecking her lips innocently.

“I wanted more,” she murmured quickly, smiling innocently over at the crew members who were giving them a thumbs up to start shooting. He blinked down at her and smiled shyly, he bit his lip and nodded over at the crew to show his own ‘ready to go’ sign. He looked down at his feet and she inhaled deeply, both of them getting into character again.

He started to put his belt back on and she shimmied her dress down her legs, looking down at herself when she slid off the table. He stayed close to her, his breath against her cheek, his warm body nearly touching hers so she could feel her skin buzz with desire. He smirked down at her in a way that made her beam when she looked up at him, enamoured by that dazzling look in his eyes. He towered over her like the moon, his beautiful face just a little pink, his eyes fluttering close when he leaned down to kiss her a final time. His fingers tangled in her hair, her hands curled into his shirt, clutching his thin waist and forgetting just for a few seconds that they were being filmed until Jared came into the motel room as Sam.

“Guys, I-” Sam stopped at the door with a grimace on his face, shutting the door loudly which broke them apart. She looked down at her legs and licked her lips to taste Jensen’s lips again, but Jensen smirked when he turned dramatically to face Sam. Emphasising that he was in a good mood after ‘fucking’, making it really obvious to Sam that they’d definitely done it, but not saying it out loud.

“Whatcha find, Sammy?” He asked, swiping his thumb across his lip. His fingers collected a phantom layer of her saliva, and he popped it into his mouth, in way too enthusiastically when he took his beer and drank it. Sam continued to cringe and cleared his throat before he stepped towards them, ignoring Dean’s weirdness.

“Uh, anyway,” Sam started awkwardly, trying to brush off Dean’s clear arrogance, “it might not be a dragon after all, just a weird, kinky vamp.” Sam put the Manila folder on the table and Dean sat down, looking up at her with a smirk because she still looked a bit dazed.

This time she cleared her throat, glaring at him when she snatched the file from his hands, “a vamp?” She asked, opening it up and looking at the graphic photos of four dead girls, all pretty young. Her face softened, imagining that while maybe monsters weren’t real, there were different kinds of monsters in real life that did things like this.

The rest of the day, it went on that way.

The sexual tension that seemed acted out, but they all knew was real. It was an unspoken thing amongst everyone because Jensen was far too professional to do anything that gets in the way of his job. He takes it seriously, for the most part. His role as Dean means the world to him and she knows that because of the moments back home when he’d naturally slip into Dean. Either in his voice, mannerisms, or words, he was always falling into the endless beauty of Dean Winchester, loving him similar to—but more purely and more intensely—how the thousands of other people around the world did. Including herself.

Jensen flirted, he was sad, and a million other things as Dean while they wrapped up just part of another scene. The wardrobe was impeccable and she found it adorable and amusing when he stole shirts from the set, bringing them home and reminding her of the great times they had together at work. All of them joking, teasing, taking things sometimes a little too far, but nothing too extreme.

She made her way back to her trailer, eyed her next outfit and the robe on the rack in her little space. She smirked after a few minutes of consideration, removed her clothes and took the ones she’d need next with her, sneaking out to find Jensen who was nearby in his own trailer.

She knocked on his door, looked around anxiously for anyone who could be around while she waited for him to open, which he thankfully did rather quickly. He looked tired, but smiled with a little surprise when he came face to face with her, his eyes trailing down her body.

“Hi, Jay,” she greeted shyly.

“Hey, honey.” He moved out of the way when she made her way in, and continued to stare at her body when he shut the door behind him. She made her way to his sofa, laid her clothes neatly over it and he came up behind her, lifted the robe and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her underwear.

She laughed, looking at him over her shoulder when his hands fell to her hips naturally under the robe. He had his ring back on, she could feel the cold metal against her hip bone, his nearly-soft hands rubbing up and down gently.

“Come to seduce me again?” He asked, kissing the back of her head.

“Me?” She asked, checking him out and noting that he now wore a tight, black t-shirt, jeans that electrified the skin of her legs, and those loud and heavy boots that made him taller. “You’re the one who likes pretending you’re Dean in and out of work,” she teased, replacing his hands with hers to pull her underwear down her legs.

“Fuck,” he murmured, stepping back just to see her a bit more, partially to stop himself from wasting time trying to have sex when they could all easily get off work early by finishing up the scenes as soon as possible. He didn’t really hear her words, his reply simply faded into nothingness when she bent over the couch, her underwear hanging on to her thighs when she parted her legs. “Baby, later,” he swallowed, feeling his body start to warm up, his cock stirring in his jeans.

“Need you,” she pouted, pressing the side of her face against the soft sofa, watching him turn pink. His green eyes darkened and his jaw locked, he gripped her hips, positioning her right where she had to be for him to easily slip in and out of her. He kneaded her ass, trying to talk himself out of doing this, but parting her cheeks to see how slick she was for him. “Please,” she begged, wiggling her hips to encourage him, her cunt clenching around nothing when he bit his bottom lip at the sight of her pussy.

“I said later,” he murmured, striking her ass with an experimental and rough slap. She squealed, tensing up at the sting of his hand on her flesh before it became an arousing bolt of electricity that went to her clit, wetness beginning to pool between her legs all over again. She squeezed her thighs together when the throbbing of her clit nearly became unbearable and his eyebrows shot up, surprised and aroused by how much she clearly liked to be spanked.

“That’s so Dean of you,” she smirked, playing it off casually when it turned her on to see him so immersed in being Dean. She wiggled her ass playfully again and pushed her hips back against his crotch, feeling his grip on her hip tighten before he grunted.

“Sweetheart,” he warned, but she moaned softly at his voice. The sound of him so pathetically fighting against her antics encouraged her to keep talking, to keep teasing him, hoping that maybe he’ll give in.

“Won’t be the first time we have a quickie in the middle of work,” she reminded him with a little grin. He spanked her again, his hand falling on the other side of her ass and she yelped, repeating the same actions as before, a squeeze of her thighs and another teasing little wiggle of her bottom.

“I’d fire you if you worked for me,” he threatened halfheartedly.

“Thank goodness that you’re not my boss then,” she chuckled, shrugging the cotton robe off her shoulders so she was completely naked now. She threw it over her clothes with one hand and groaned in annoyance when he just stared at her face. “Jensen, I swear, if you don’t-”

His hand landed roughly on her ass again to shut her up, the flesh jiggled and turned red, so he gently kneaded it with a smirk on his flushed face. Once again, she squeezed her thighs and cursed softly under her breath, this time glaring at him for interrupting her, hating that he may have discovered something she liked and was now going to start using it against her.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said quietly, starting to unzip his jeans. Her eyebrows rose at the sound and she held her breath, excitedly waiting, looking back at him when he lowered his jeans and boxers, revealing his erect penis. He wrapped his hand around himself before the leaking tip could stain his shirt and she couldn’t stop her little moan, watching him tug gently at his cock to prepare himself for her.

“You’re gonna complain about having sex?” She asked, baiting him. He looked over at her, narrowed eyes taking in her face to see what her intentions were, so with his freehand, he spanked her again. He didn’t wait much longer for her to feel the sting, pressed the soft head of his dick against her slick entrance, sliding in slightly to feel the way she tightened and pulled him into her.

She moaned again, fisting the soft cushions of the couch when he pulled out all the way, choosing to slide the length of his dick through her wet folds. He’d focused on brushing against her clit, enjoying himself for a few moments, watching her squirm and pant while she was bent over the couch he napped on occasionally.

“Mister Later? How about you get started now?” He nearly laughed, frozen by her sudden joke in the middle of pleasing himself. She didn’t seem to find it very funny, observing her mostly pouting lips with her brows pinched together, so he rolled his eyes and easily slipped inside her.

He didn’t plan on letting her off easily, his hand shot down sharply, spanking her again, just to feel how much she liked it when he pushed and pulled his hips. He loved it, groaned at the feeling of her slick walls clamping down on him, warmth gushing around his cock. He lifted his shirt, held it up by tucking his chin against his chest and stared shamelessly at himself disappearing inside her. Her walls stretched around him, making him breathless.

She moaned wantonly, snapping him out of his daze when his cock throbbed inside her as a response. He pushed his softer thoughts out of his mind and focused on her needs and desires for him, quickening his pace, focusing on the way she responded to his speed.

He delighted in the sight of her moving upward with each of his thrusts, didn’t change the pace or the way he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back into her, pulling gasps and quick whispers of his name from her shaking body. He already knew the answer to his questions, seeing her shut her eyes in ecstasy and hearing her moan into the couch loudly, but he still had to ask.

“That okay?” His thighs smacked loudly against her ass, taking in the soft red handprints that marked the skin of her ass. He felt her quiver around him, elated to feel the effect of his voice, so he leaned over her. He draped himself over her back carefully, his lips brushing against her cheekbone lovingly, his hands right next to hers, holding on nearly as tight as she was to the cushiony surface. “Does that feel good?” He whispered breathlessly into her ear.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her stomach tightening and flipping excitedly. In this position, he couldn’t pull out as much, opting for rolling his hips against hers which she was clearly enjoying far more. She squirmed under him, mewled and clamped down on him again, making him groan so he could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly.

“Better?” He asked, knowing that the head of his cock was repeatedly brushing against her g-spot. She didn’t answer, just nodded mindlessly while moaning his name loudly. He just knew he shouldn’t stop, so he kept at it. The force of his hips remained the same but his thrusts were much more shallow, bringing her closer and closer to her release. While her breaths got heavier and heavier, his own hitched the tighter she squeezed him in her.

Keeping the same pace, he shifted his weight onto one arm, snaking his hand around the front of her body to draw quick circles on her clit. It was the last bit of pressure she needed before she fell apart beneath him. She let out a strangled moan, squeezed him so tight he felt himself throb and spill inside her while she mumbled little praises for him.

She trembled under his body, his fingers on her clit elongating her orgasm until he’d filled her up with every last drop of his semen, his own body becoming exhausted and heavy. He panted against her ear, felt her slim fingers wrap around his wrist as she relaxed and caught her breath with him.

It must have been uncomfortable for her now in this position, their sweaty skin pressed together, his weight mostly on her. So he pulled out of her lazily, hissing at the feeling of her walls pulsing from sensitivity when he pulled out. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her body with his and kissed her cheeks, waited a few moments for her to recompose herself.

“Better?” He mumbled, kissing her shoulder. He moved back slightly and pulled his pants up. She turned around on her shaky legs and smiled at him, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Her hands held the sides of his blushing face to pull him down slightly for a kiss, but he leaned down all the way to meet her lips so she didn’t have to stand on her toes.

“Still yes,” she whispered with a smile, giving him a little peck on the lips. He smiled, continued to give her lips small kisses until they both parted to get dressed again and fix themselves for the rest of the day.

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As Jared sat beside you, he rolled his eyes as he had to excruciatingly listen to you recite every line and every song of whatever Christmas film you were watching now. But as luck would have it the doorbell rang and he quickly sprang to his feet,

“Please don’t pause it.” he laughed and you flipped him off smiling. As he opened the door Jensen stood, body slumped and eyes red raw.

“My marriage is over,”  he sobbed as Jared brought him into the hall.

“What do you mean?” he whispered.

“Your right, I’ve lost everyone my family,  friends, and my two best friends " he sobbed, placing his face into his hands “I just wanted my marriage to work, I needed it to work. "

You stood at the living room door listening to everything. You wanted to be there for your friend but you were so hurt. Jensen sensed you and tried to turn to face you but his head hung low, “I’m sorry, I am so so sorry.”

You sighed “It’s okay but try and get some rest.”

Jensen nodded at you before Jared walked with him to his room.

A short time later,  Jared plopped down on the sofa beside you, he noticed you lost in thought and noticed your red eyes. He nudged you softly.

“So, is it really okay?” he asked.

You placed your head on his shoulder and sighed,

“No, it’s not but right he’s hurting and I’m not going to be the one to add salt to that wound.” You explained.

A few weeks later, Jensen and Amy began their divorce, you had to watch as Jensen slipped into the world of depression and you didn’t know how to bring him back. So you moved back into the apartment you used to share with the boys to try and help Jensen but also try and help Jared.

It wasn’t easy, you tried not to read the articles in the papers and magazines and always made sure Jensen never saw them. And every so often you were greeted in the kitchen with a mysterious woman. You tried your best to make them comfortable. Some of them would leave quite quickly and others would stay for breakfast and have a chat. but you never judged them or Jensen, he was working through his feeling.

As you read the script for the new season you squealed in excitement, catching everyone off guard “Mark Sheppard is joining us,  THE Mark Sheppard” you exclaimed.

Everyone laughed at you being so star-struck.

“You know him?” Someone asked.

“Fuck yes, you never watched Battlestar or Firefly?”

“Your such a nerd.” Jared laughed

A few days later you all gathered to read through the script together. You walked behind Jensen and Jared, but of course, you being you, you tripped and fell right on your ass.

“Fuck” you laughed.

“Bob that’s one for the swear jar,” Jared laughed at you. And you glared at him until you heard the gruff voice behind you.

“Falling for me already darling?”

You hid your head in your hands and turned red. When you turned slowly and looked up,  Mark was hunched over you extending his hand to help you up. You took it and he helped you to your feet.

“Thank you,”  you whispered not looking at him making your way to sit at the table.

You still didn’t sit beside the boys as you were still weary. But it didn’t stop Jared poking fun at you.

“Oh my god I have never seen you so quiet, it’s a miracle " Jared scoffed.

“Shut up” you whispered at him.

And he burst out laughing “he touched your hand Y/N bet you’re never washing that again” he immediately let out a surprised ow when your pen hit him in the forehead.

But he it threw it back and grinned at you. Looking at Jensen you saw him smiling too.

“Don’t even think about it” you pointed at him and he just held his hands up laughing in defeat.

“She’s feisty this one” Mark chuckled making you groan into your hands once more.

Thankfully Bob interrupted and introduced Misha to everyone and he took a seat beside you. You smiled at him and shook his hand. Then you all began reading your lines.

When the reading was over, you and Misha walked out together “Fancy a drink tonight, give us all a chance to get to know each other.” you smiled.

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Behind the Scenes pt 3

Master List

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: jealousy, Fluff, language, brief mention of masturbation, physical assault and violence, attempted sexual assault.

**Trigger Warning** Attempted Sexual Assault

A/N: You are newly hired on Supernatural. Your character was supposed to be a one and done but the fans loved you so they wrote you in the story. You were supposed to play Sam’s love interest, but things get complicated when you fall for someone behind the scenes. This is a work of fiction. No disrespect to Jensen or Jared or their families. *kinda a long chapter, just wanted to set up the story*

I edited this fast- please forgive any mistakes

This is my original work, do not take it.

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You and Jensen got dressed. Well, he got dressed. You had to put back on the nude covers and your robe. You still had a scene to shoot. You arrived back on set and soon Jensen and Jared arrived. Jared came over and asked if everything was okay with you and Jensen now. “Yeah, we figured it out. I’m sure he will be fine during the scene. I’m ready to get it over with so I can put on some clothes.” You laughed. “Okay well I’m glad y’all worked it out” Jared said nudging you.

You playfully hit Jared’s arm and told him to be quiet. Jensen cleared the set and you and Jared got into position. “Alright guys let’s take it from the top” Jensen announced. You and Jared got in position and before Jensen yelled action you looked over your shoulder at him. He smiled and winked. “Quiet on set, and Action.”

The scene went perfectly. Jensen didn’t cut once and by the time the scene was over Jensen was very excited again. The next scene was your character and Sam lying in bed and confessing your feelings for each other. “That was amazing baby” Sam said. You smiled and said “it really was Sam. I’ve wanted you for a while and now here we are. I’m in love with you, Sam. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I couldn’t keep it in any longer”. Lilah confessed. Sam cupped your face and looked into your y/c/e eyes and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you too, Lilah. So much. Move in with me and Dean. If you want you can have your own room or…you could share mine.” Sam responded. Lilah smiled softly and said “yes! I’ll move in with you. We will figure everything else out later.”

Off scene Jensen was watching you and Jared confess your love to each other. He felt a little twinge of jealousy he tried to push down. This wasn’t really you and Jared. It was Sam and Lilah. His head knew that, but his heart only saw you and Jared. This scene was the last one of the day and Jensen desperately wanted it to be over. He loved directing and he knew if he let his feelings get the better of him he wouldn’t be asked to direct again.

The scene continued. Lilah slowly took her hand and slid it down the side of Sam’s face. Letting her fingertips dance down his cheek. Her thumb ran over Sam’s lips and she leaned up to kiss him. The kiss deepened. Your head was swirling with thoughts of Jensen and how much you wanted to be with him. You moaned into Jared’s mouth and ran your fingers though his hair slightly pulling him to you. It surprised Jared and everyone on set. Jensen’s jaw clenched.

By the time the scene was done and Jensen called cut the jealousy in him burned like a fire. The PA helped you get your robe on so you could walk back to your trailer. The shooting was done for the day and some of the cast and crew were headed out for dinner and drinks. You told Misha and Jared you’d be there once you showered and dressed.

Jensen had stormed off set and went to his trailer. He bounded up the stairs and slammed the door. He ran his hands through his hair and growled “fuck! Get yourself together. It as just acting.” He was angry and frustrated mostly with himself. He loved Jared like a brother why was he jealous of the scene. He cared for you but the two of you hadn’t decided if you two were going to be together or not. He wanted to, but he hadn’t asked you what you wanted.

Jensen grabbed a beer and sat on the sofa. He scrolled social media and ended up on your page. He found himself looking at your posts and smiling. He thought you were beautiful, but your smile made you more beautiful. He sent you a follow request and he put his phone down.

Jared sent Jensen a text about dinner and drinks and Jensen said he’d be there. Jensen jumped in the shower and all he could think about was you and how your bodies felt together. As his thoughts drifted back to the time you two just spent together he felt himself get aroused. As he started to wash his body his hand found its way to his engorged shaft. He palmed his length and closed his eyes picturing you. He moaned and jerked himself off until he exploded all over the tile wall.

As you got back to your trailer you turned on the shower and pulled out your phone. You saw a new follow request and smiled when you saw it was from Jensen. You accepted it and set your phone down. You showered quickly and got ready to go out. You were dressed in your favorite pair of jeans that hugged you in all the right places, a low heel boot and a top that showed your curves. Your hair was down, curled and you put on light makeup. You grabbed your phone and bag and left your trailer. The Uber you ordered arrived and you climbed in.

Jensen finished getting ready and head out to the bar not long after you did. He wasn’t sure if you were going to be there but he hoped you were.

You sent Jared a text to let him know you’d be there soon. When you arrived you climbed out and went into the bar. You saw Jared right away. He’s hard to miss because he’s so tall. Jared waved you over and you smiled walking over. Everyone greeted you and told you congratulations on the scene today. You smiled shyly and thanked them. You couldn’t help but scan to see if Jensen was there. Jared leaned over to you and whispered “he’s on his way”. You nodded and smiled.

You were hanging out with the cast and crew and ordered some food and a drink. You looked up and made eye contact with Jensen as he walked in. He was sex on two legs. He was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that showed off his ass and everything he had to offer, a t-shirt that showed off his defined chest and hugged his strong biceps, and a pair of worn cowboy boots. You bit your lip when you saw him.

He made his way over to the table you were at. As he walked over he didn’t break eye contact with you and it made you excited and nervous at the same time. Heat ran through your body and settled between your thighs. You blushed. You could feel the heat in your cheeks and Jensen grinned.

Finally breaking eye contact he greeted everyone but kept looking over at you. You smiled and downed your drink. One of the extras on set and your PA from earlier were chatting with you and convinced you to hit the dance floor with them. Jensen had ordered shots for everyone and you downed it then hit the dance floor.

The group of women with you were having a great time dancing together. You were getting pretty tipsy and started dancing for Jensen. You locked eyes with him and your body started moving in ways that turned not only his head but others. You licked and bit your lips moving your hips. Your hands ran up your body and through your hair while you swayed to the music. Jensen’s eyes turned dark with lust and he licked his lips. Jared cleared his throat “Dude you look like you’re going to take her right there on the dance floor.” Jared laughed. Jensen looked over at him and blushed “sorry man I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” “I do, I looked at Gen the same way” Jared smirked.

You were dancing and told the girls you needed to go to the restroom. You walked off the dance floor and noticed Jared had Jensen’s attention. As you approached the bathroom a very tall, muscular, very drunk man stumbled in your path. You accidentally bumped into him. “Oh I’m sorry, excuse me” you said offering an apologetic smile. He looked at you and there was something in his eyes that sent a chill down your spine. You walked into the bathroom and let out the breath you were holding.

When you finished in the bathroom you walked out and check the hallway. You didn’t see anyone, specifically the man you bumped into so you walked out. You just about clear the hallway and can see Jensen looking around the room. You smiled because you knew he was looking for you. Just then you felt yourself being forcefully pulled backwards and dragged away. You screamed and tried to pull away. Your screams were muffled by the loud music and the other sounds filling the bar. The arms that grabbed you were so strong. You fought and then you felt yourself being pushed against the wall in the ally out behind the bar. It was creepy guy. You could smell the nauseating smell of alcohol and tobacco from his mouth. He pushed your arms above your head and pushed himself flush against you. He kissed you hard and you almost threw up in his mouth as he forced his tongue in yours. You moved your head to the side and screamed “help and get off me”. This only pissed him off more. “You’re such a little tease. I saw the way you were dancing in there. You were asking for a big man like me to take you. Looks like you could use a good fucking darlin” he hissed as he groped you.

Tears were flowing down your cheeks and you closed your eyes begging him to stop. All you could think of was Jensen. His smile, laugh and how gentle he was with you. A stark contrast to how this man was trying to be. He ripped your shirt and bra, exposing your breasts and he grabbed them both. One in his hand and the other in his mouth. You were still fighting. Screaming and praying that someone would help you.

Inside the bar Jensen was getting worried “Jared I don’t see Y/N anywhere.” Jared and Jensen approached the group you were dancing with. “Hey do y’all know where Y/N is? We haven’t seen her in a while.” Jared asked. One of the girls told him you went to the bathroom a little bit ago. Jared and Jensen looked at each other and thanked them. They grabbed Clif and a couple of the other guys and went looking for you.

Clif banged on the bathroom door and when nobody answered he went in. “She’s not in there” he told them. The guys all started combing the bar and Jared went out to check the front.

When he was outside he swore he heard a cry for help. He ran in the direction of the sound and was met with a fence. He ran back in the bar and towards the back. Jensen and Clif saw him and took off. They burst through the back door and saw the man standing over a woman who was fighting and crying. Jensen caught a glimpse of your face and yelled “Y/N!” He grabbed the guy off of you and punched him in the face. Clif grabbed the man and threw him to the side and Jensen pulled you into him. You were sobbing and shaking. Jared gave Jensen his flannel to put on you. He and Clif called the police and kept the guy detained until they got there.

Jensen had someone bring you a water and he held you. The paramedics checked you out and besides being shaken and a couple of cuts you were okay physically. Jensen offered to drive you home and you agreed.

When you arrived home Jensen helped you inside. “Jensen, please don’t leave me alone. Please stay with me” you begged. Jensen looked at you and said “I’ll stay here as long as you need, sweetheart.” He pulled you into his arms and held you.

“Jensen, I need to take a shower. Can you please sit outside the door and wait for me” you whispered. Jensen nodded reassuringly. You grabbed your pajamas and clean underwear and went into the bathroom. You turned on the water as hot as you could stand and climbed in. You let the hot water wash down your body. You grabbed the soap and scrubbed hard all over your body and face. You could still feel his hands on you. You felt disgusting and guilty. You weren’t paying attention to how it looked when you were dancing. You were just dancing for Jensen. At least in your mind you were.

You sat on the shower floor and sobbed. Bringing your knees to your chest. Jensen sat outside the door and with each sob his heart broke and tears fell down his face for you. He wanted nothing more than to come in and comfort you, but he knew it would upset you more.

His phone went off with a text.

Jared: hey man. Did you get her home okay?

Jensen: yeah. I’m here with her now. She’s showering and she wants me to stay. She’s scared to be alone.

Jared: that’s understandable. I feel horrible we couldn’t protect her

Jensen: I know. I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off her.

Jared: well let me know if y’all need anything and I will be there

Jensen: thanks brother. I’ll let you know.

As Jensen put down his phone he heard the shower turn off. A few minutes later you’re coming out of the bathroom with your hair in a towel, an oversized shirt and a pair of biker shorts. Jensen instinctively bit his lip. “God she’s beautiful” he thought to his self.

You walked over to him and hugged him. “Thank you for staying and being here for me.” You kissed his cheek. Jensen was a little taken aback by your kiss. He didn’t mind it but it was the last thing on his mind. “What would you like to do, sweetheart” he asked. “Can we just lay in the bed and you hold me. I was so scared Jensen and all I could think about was you.” You said as a tear rolled down your cheek. “Of course we can.” He said as he pulled the blankets back. He took off his shoes but left on his shirt and jeans. He usually sleeps in just his boxers but he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable

“Jensen, you can’t be really comfortable in those jeans. You can take them off if you want to.” You said. “I just want you to be comfortable, Y/N. I didn’t want to assume I could take them off.” He said as he stood.

Jensen took off his jeans and laid them to the side. He took off his shirt and placed it on top of his jeans. You were lying in bed looking at him. You had just been through something horrible but all you could think about was being in his arms, being with him again. Jensen climbed back in the bed and pulled you close. You snuggled into his chest and took a deep breath. His smell was intoxicating and calmed you.

Jensen’s hands were wrapped around you and he rubbed your back. You sighed softly and felt your eyes getting heavy. Jensen smiled as he felt you relax and your breathing slow down. He knew you were asleep and felt safe. He kissed the top of your head. Jensen fell asleep thinking he could get used to the two of you falling asleep together. Jensen felt a little twinge in his heart.

The sun peaked through the curtain and cast little sun streaks across your face. Jensen woke up to the beautiful sight of you still wrapped in his arms. The way the sun lit up some of your freckles made him smile. He wouldn’t have seen them without the sun on your face. He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered awake and you saw his green eyes staring at you. You smiled as you stretched. “Good morning, Jensen.” “Good morning to you too, sweetheart.” He said.

You placed a soft kiss on his lips and he kissed you back. You climbed out of bed and told him you were going to start some coffee. You walked in the kitchen and heard Jensen’s phone ring. He answered it and you could hear his frustration. As the coffee brewed you took out your phone and saw social media was blowing up with what happened last night. There were pictures of the guy being taken away in handcuffs with a busted face, pictures of you being checked by paramedics and the headline read “Jensen Ackles involved in bar fight after co-star, Y/N Y/L/N was attacked by bar patron.” The story detailed almost everything that happened and even said the way Jensen was protecting you it seemed like you two were involved.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. How did they get so much information so quickly. You were frustrated and so deep in thought you didn’t hear Jensen coming down the hallway. He put his arms around you making you jump. “Oh god. I’m so sorry Y/N! I didn’t mean to scare you” he said pulling away. “I’m okay Jensen. You just startled me. It’s okay. I promise” you reassured him.

You hugged him and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Sweetheart, my manager called this morning about last night. Apparently it’s all over the internet and there are pictures too. The media is eating it up and saying we are a together. I have to go meet with my PR team this morning. You might want to reach out to your team too.” Jensen said looking at you. You shook your head “yeah. I saw the articles this morning. I’m sorry Jensen. I never meant for this to happen.” You hung your head. Jensen lifted your head and kissed your lips. “This isn’t your fault. We will figure this out.” “Um, Jensen. What should I say about us. I know we had sex the other day but we haven’t labeled anything. I don’t know what we are to each other.” You asked softly. Jensen took your hand and looked you in your y/e/c eyes and said “I want to be with you. I want to be yours and you mine.” He kissed you. “Yes! 1,000 times yes! I will be your girlfriend” you squealed.

The two of you got ready and before you left you kissed each other. You two walked to your cars and before you got in you said your goodbyes. “Goodbye girlfriend, I’ll see you later today” Jensen smiled. “Goodbye boyfriend, see you after this meeting” you giggled. Jensen took your hand and pulled you close to him. His lips captured yours in a deep passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth. He smirked as he pulled away. You whined a little and he chuckled. “Later baby. I promise you we will continue this later.” He kissed your forehead and opened your car door. You slid in and said “okay, later”.

The meetings with both managers and PR teams went better than anticipated. They both agreed you and Jensen should release about the incident and your relationship status. The PR teams discussed putting out a joint statement.

The statement read:

In light of recent events we, Y/N Y/L/N and Jensen Ackles would like to address some news about the incident that occurred last night at a local bar and grill and other rumors surrounding us. We met with cast and crew at the bar and grill to celebrate the halfway mark of filming the season. While at the bar Y/N was viciously attacked by another patron. Jensen and several other people at the bar were able to locate her and remove her from the situation. Since this is an ongoing police matter nothing more can be discussed. When we are able to talk more about it we will. As far as our relationship status we would like to officially announce we are together. While this is new and in the early stages we want to be open and transparent with all of you. We understand as actors we are in the public eye, however, there will be times when our relationship will be kept between us. Any big news or celebrations will be shared when we feel it is best. We ask for respect and privacy as we navigate this new chapter in our lives and as we move forward from the incident last night. We thank you all for your love and support.

Respectfully, Jensen and Y/N.

The statement was sent to news outlets and posted on social media. By the time you and Jensen got back to your house the statement went viral. The executives and producers had reached out to you and Jensen to make sure your relationship wouldn’t create problems on set. You both assured them it wouldn’t.

Jensen looked exhausted and so did you. “Hey, let’s order a pizza and just hang out tonight. We don’t have to answer any calls, texts or posts. Let it be just you and me tonight.” You said. “That sounds perfect” Jensen smiled. You ordered the pizza and went to your room to change into something more comfortable. Jensen had brought an overnight bag and when he saw you going towards your room he got up and followed.

You were grabbing your comfy clothes and he leaned against the doorframe watching you. “Like what you see Mr Ackles?” You smirked. “You know it” he practically growled. Jensen crossed the room and took you in his arms kissing you. He led you backwards until your legs hit the bed. He laid you down gently and you giggled as he flopped on the bed beside you.

He wigged his eyebrows at you “whatcha wanna do sweetheart?” “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” You questioned. “I can think of a few things we can do to occupy our time.” He said. He cupped your face and kissed your lips. You put your hands on his hair and pulled him in closer deepening the kiss. Your hand pulled at the hem of his shirt and he quickly pulled it off. You placed your hands on his chest and ran your fingers up and down his body. He groaned and you bit your lip.

The sounds he makes seem pornographic at times and it makes you so hot. Your shirt was the next to go, followed by your bra. Jensen groaned when he saw your exposed breasts and hesitated. You nodded yes giving him permission to touch you. His fingers and lips felt like fire on your skin. You could feel his arousal growing and pressing against your thigh. You could feel yours pooling between your legs. You unbuttoned your pants and he pulled them off leaving you in your soaking wet panties. He stood and removed his leaving him in his boxers. You bit your lip and clenched your thighs together. Jensen’s hands were exploring your body and his lips were leaving as trail of fire and desire on your skin. He started to slip his hand in your panties and you moved your hips to allow him access. As his fingers slipped under your waistband there was a knock at the front door.

Jensen’s head fell down and he groaned. “Of course. Perfect timing” he groaned and grabbed his sweatpants. As he got up he let out a frustrated sigh. You giggled as you pulled the blanket over you. You heard Jensen at the door and it was the pizza. You grabbed your comfy clothes and put them on. You decided to leave your bra off.

As you walked into the kitchen Jensen was putting the pizza down. You grabbed drinks and he grabbed the pizza. The two of you walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. You both grabbed a slice of pizza and you leaned back laying your legs across Jensen’s legs. You felt comfortable with Jensen. It was scary how quickly he was becoming a huge part of your life. As you leaned forward to get another slice Jensen leaned forward and kissed you. You smiled and said “what was that for?” “Nothing just wanted to kiss the woman I lo…who is my girlfriend.” He said quickly. Your head screamed “was he about to say the L word?” You asked yourself. Surely not. It’s too soon, right? Your heart fluttered maybe it’s not. You smiled.

After the food was done you and Jensen sat snuggling on the couch. Your head on his shoulder and one of his arms lying across your back. His hand was running up and down your arm. This felt comfortable and perfect. You sighed softly and Jensen kissed the top of your head. The hold he had on your heart already was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Could you trust him completely with your heart?

Eventually the two of you fell asleep on the couch holding each other. As you fell asleep you felt your heart warm. You knew this was the beginning of something beautiful and long lasting. It’s crazy you thought, but you knew you were starting to fall in love with Jensen, and knew he was falling in love with you. Neither one of you would admit that just yet, but it was there and you both felt it.

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