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Fireworks

Title: Fireworks Summary: When (Y/N)’s BFF invites her to a 4th of July party she would never imagine meeting the man of her dreams… literally. Main Characters: Glen Powell, Reader Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluffy/RPF Word Count: 5376 A/N: Jumping back into the saddle so please forgive all the rough edges.

“Honey, I’m home!”

(Y/N) looked up to see her best friend walking through her front door, “Addison! Why didn’t you tell me you were in town?”

She hugged her hard, missing her BFF more than she realized. A year ago, Addison got the opportunity of a lifetime to be the personal assistant to a Hollywood actor. She had been traveling the world, hanging out on movie sets and living her best life. Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still living in their hometown of Austin, Texas working at the same high school, in the same position for nearly a decade.

“I’m sorry, my boss has had me planning this big Fourth of July party and today is the first day I’ve had time to come see you.”

They both sat down on her couch as (Y/N) paused her millionth rewatch of Supernatural, “How are you planning a party here if he lives in L.A.?”

Addison smiled, “He recently moved back to Austin, so it looks like I will be coming back here as well.”

(Y/N) let out a squeal hugging her friend tightly, “Oh my god, that’s amazing! I mean I know you’re gonna be busy but damn will it be good to have you back here.”

For the next few hours they caught up on each other’s lives or lack of one for (Y/N). They ordered dinner and were getting ready to watch one of their favorite rom-coms when Addison’s phone rang.

“Hey boss, what’s up?”

(Y/N) watched her friend’s face light up and suddenly her body was filled with envy. She was incredibly proud of the life her friend created but it was a reminder of how boring of a life she had. She couldn’t even remember the last thing she had been excited for except for maybe the new Twisters movie coming out later in the month.

“You got it. I will confirm everything and send you an email update.” Addison paused listening, “Yes, I will make sure to bring someone with me. See you tomorrow.”

“From the look on your face I would say you love your job.” Addison nodded with a smile, “I really do. He’s great and nothing like the other Hollywood douchebags. He’s just a good ole Texas boy. Kind of reminds me of Jensen and Jared.”

(Y/N) remembered her best friend's time volunteering at Creation Entertainment Supernatural conventions. She eventually was one of the workers who helped walk the actors to and from ops. Several times she had walked with Jared Padalecki or (Y/N)’s favorite actor, Jensen Ackles. That was how she had met them and found out they were truly just as nice and humble as everyone said they were.

“He wants me to bring someone to his party. What do you say?”

“Me?” She stared at Addison, “Don’t you think you should bring someone more interesting or fun?”

Her friend slipped her arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders, “No. There’s no one else I would rather bring than my best friend. Plus, who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone there and hit it off.”

“Yeah. Right.” She scoffed, “The plain Jane school secretary hitting it off with some Hollywood hunk. This is reality and not fanfiction.”

“Please? For me? It would mean the world to me if you came and then I can finally introduce you to my boss.” Addison stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes then smiled, “Fine. Only because I love you.”

“Yay! If you want we can go get you a swimsuit and a new outfit. On me, of course, as a thank you.”

“I’m immediately regretting this decision…” She groaned.

The next day, they spent the day going to lunch and shopping. After one crying session in a dressing room and a slight argument in front of a cashier, (Y/N) arrived back home with three bags worth of stuff. Addison had convinced her to buy a two piece swimsuit. She was always hyper aware of her body even after losing a lot of weight. She was still plus size with killer curves and she was proud of her body. Knowing she was going to be around beautiful actors and models made her notice every little imperfection she had. Staring at the dark green checkered pattern suit made her stomach churn.

“It will be fine, (Y/N). No one is going to notice you anyway.” She murmured to herself.

The morning of July 4th, Addison was at her apartment bright and early, “I’m sorry it’s so early on your day off. My boss wants me at his house early and I figured you wanted to ride over with me.”

(Y/N) yawned, “It’s fine. I have my Monster and should be some form of human like by the time we get there.”

Addison led her out to a brand new Jeep Wrangler that was the same orange as the Longhorns. They threw their stuff in the back and headed off onto highway 290 towards Dripping Springs.

“Please tell me this is his car and not yours.” (Y/N) said as Addison started laughing.

“Yes, it’s his. I still have old faithful who recently hit 200,000 miles and is still purring like a kitten.” Addison turned on her Spotify playlist, “He’s a big Longhorns fan so anything he can get in burnt orange he does.”

One thing (Y/N) loved about living in Austin was the scenery. It had been awhile since she had driven out to Hill Country. The last remaining bluebonnets were holding on strong from a late blooming season mixing with other wildflowers. She couldn’t help to notice they were headed the same direction as Family Business Brewery.

“If we’re going to Family Business and Jensen is going to be there then I need some notice to calm my inner fangirl.”

Addison shook her head, “No, he just lives near there. I know he invited Jensen and Jared’s families but I think they have a convention this weekend.”

(Y/N) let out a sigh of relief then continued to admire the scenery around her while they sang to their favorite songs. Soon they were pulling up to a newly built, gated home. The main house was a subtly modern farmhouse with a big wrap around porch. Addison parked in front of the three car garage behind the house and that’s when (Y/N) saw a beautiful red barn straight out of a western movie.

“Wow…” She said, grabbing her things and following her friend to the pool house.

“Make yourself at home, this is where I stay. It’s easier for me to be close by than to have my own place and worry about subletting it.”

(Y/N) found pictures of her best friend in various cities, countries with celebrities she admired. There were also plenty of pictures of them together throughout their friendship including childhood and being roommates at UT-Austin. She looked at one picture of Addison pulled into a big hug from Glen Powell.

“You’ve met Glen Powell and didn’t tell me!” (Y/N) smacked her BFF’s shoulder, “How dare you.”

Addison laughed, “He’s a sweetheart.”

“Talk about good ole Texas boy… by god not that I need another bow legged Texan to love, but whew!” (Y/N) fanned herself.

“Come on, help me organize the food and everything before my boss gets home.”

There were tables set up in the massive backyard with a food buffet large enough to feed an army. (Y/N) found herself enjoying helping Addison get everything ready. She was helping the DJ get set up in the barn when Addison called out to her.

“Hey, my boss is here. I’m going to the main house to help him with something then I’ll be back.”

“Got it boss lady!” (Y/N) laughed as her friend rolled her eyes.

She was putting the last touches of the Firecracker themed tables together when a low, raspy voice came from behind her.

“Nicely done. You must be Addison’s best friend.”

She turned around and froze, “Holy shit, you’re Glen Powell.”

He laughed holding out his hand to her, “Yes, but not the OG Glen. He’s in the house right now. You’re (Y/N), right? Addison talks about you all the time.”

She slipped her hand into his then flinched from the electric current running up her arm. From his wide green eyes, she assumed he felt it too.

“Uh, y-yeah that’s me. Um…” She swallowed hard, “Sorry, my inner fangirl is having a mild heart attack right now.”

His deep, rich laugh blanketed her body in warmth, “Well hopefully your inner fangirl won’t pass out. Calling 911 is not on my list today.”

“I promise, she’ll be fine. Still getting used to my BFF hanging out with celebrities, especially ones that I love.”

The bright smile on his face nearly melted her heart, “Awe, so you love me?”

“Uh… yes, I mean… yes I love your movies and you seem like a really great person.” (Y/N) mentally kicked herself.

Shut up. Stop talking you weirdo.

“Thanks, I try to be a good guy. Main reason why I moved back to Austin. Stay grounded in my home roots. Anyway, I’m looking forward to getting to know you. I better get back to the main house and see what kind of chaos my family is causing for Addison.”

“Oh, okay. Talk to you later.” (Y/N) watched as he walked out of the barn then finally let out a shaky breath.

She immediately went in search of her best friend, finding her near the buffet. She smacked her shoulder several times as Addison tried to defend herself with tongs.

“What the hell (Y/N)!”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Glen Powell was your boss?! A little warning would have been nice so I could prepare myself.”

Addison chuckled, “Damn, I missed you meeting him. I was hoping to see your face.”

She smacked her shoulder again, “Not funny. It was like the first time I met Jensen and my brain short circuited.”

Now Addison was nearly falling down laughing, “Did you word vomit all over him?”

“No! Though I did mention my inner fangirl having a heart attack. Also, the first thing out of my mouth was ‘Holy shit, you’re Glen Powell.”

“Oh my god!” Her friend was rolling in laughter, “God, I wish I had been there for that.”

“That’s it, I’m leaving. I’ve already embarrassed myself and who knows who else will be here for me to embarrass myself in front of.”

(Y/N) started to head towards the front of the house when Addison reached out grabbing her arm.

“Wait, wait. I’m sorry, I should have warned you. Glen only invited a few actors that live around here over. Honestly, I think Zac Levi is the only one confirmed to be coming. Other than that, it’s mostly Glen’s family and friends.”

“Zac Levi?” She stared at her, “Zachary fucking Levi… oh god, I’m out. Me and my inner fangirl cannot handle this.”

Addison ran in front of her, grabbing a hold of her shoulders, “(Y/N), they are just humans like you and me.”

“Humans that are sculpted out of marble by the good lord himself with a good heaping pile of sex god appeal. Not like me. They’re main character energy and I’m one of the background people no one sees.”

“(Y/N) stop. Trust me, stay and hang out with me. Glen said once everything was set up that I was off the rest of the night. That means, it’s you and me hanging out by the pool, eating our weight in BBQ and watching fireworks. With some particularly good eye candy around.”

Addison was looking at her with pleading eyes, “Please stay and find out for yourself that they are normal dudes. Just like when we hung out with Jared and Jensen.”

(Y/N) sighed, “Only because I love you more than life itself and I have no way of getting home.”

Addison pulled her into a hug, “Thank you.”

“Group hug? I want to join!” Before (Y/N) could look up, she was sandwiched between her best friend and a firm body behind her. Instantly she was enveloped in a woodsy smell with a hint of citrus. Glen squeezed them together making both girls laugh.

“Can’t… breathe… Powell.” Addison managed to squeak out as he let go of them.

“Sorry, just wanted to be a part of your little moment.” He joked.

(Y/N) turned around sucking in a breath and trying to keep her jaw from slacking. Standing before her was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Which said a lot since up until that point it had been Jensen Ackles who was the most beautiful man in her mind. Glen was wearing a pair of swim trunks with firecrackers all over them that hung low on his hips. His golden skin was glowing beneath the Texas sun and on top of his golden hair was an American flag cowboy hat.

“Ladies, I believe everything is set up and our first wave of guests have arrived. That means, Addison, you are officially off the clock and my last request is for you both to have a great time tonight.”

They looked at one another then saluted Glen saying together, “Yes sir.”

His laughter filled the air, “Your salutes need some work but we can work on that later. Now, go! Get drunk, eat and have fun.”

Addison hooked her arm with (Y/N)’s and they headed back towards the pool. For the first couple of hours, (Y/N) laid out on one of the chairs by the pool. One of the only things she loved about parties was people watching. There was no shortage of people to watch here. Glen’s family was an absolute joy to meet. Currently, his dad was in the pool playing with his grandkids while his mom was sitting on the edge hanging her feet into the water.

(Y/N) watched as Zac Levi walked through the main house with a cooler and a few of his friends. She was surprised to see him pull Addison into a hug then kiss her cheek. She made a mental note to ask her what was up with that later. Sipping on her beer, she watched as a group of guys including Glen and Zac started a game of football. Addison was talking with Glen’s sisters when suddenly there was a shout.

“Watch out!”

Before (Y/N) could look up, she was hit with something hard in her chest. She let out a loud grunt and her beer dumped down the front of her.

“Shit! (Y/N) are you alright?” Glen asked as he and Addison ran up to her.

She groaned, “Fine, just covered in beer.”

“I can show you where you clean up.” Glen said, taking the football that had hit her and tossing it to his brother-in-law.

He held out his hand to her and helped her up from her seat. She looked back at Addison who was smiling like the Cheshire cat. She narrowed her eyes at her friend suddenly smelling a set up and beer… lots of beer.

Glen led her into the main house and up the stairs. They walked into the largest bedroom she had ever seen and immediately knew this had to be his room.

“You can use my bathroom to wash up and I’ll get you some clothes to wear.”

She chuckled, “Um, I’m pretty sure your clothes won’t fit me.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, “I’m sure I can find something or if you prefer to walk around in a towel only then that’s cool too.”

“No! Oh god, no.” She sighed, “Thank you. I appreciate anything you can find for me.”

“You’re welcome.” He walked into his large closet while she went into his master bathroom and shut the door.

Leaning against it, she took a moment to calm her frantic nerves. A week ago, she was home rewatching Top Gun: Maverick and now she was standing in Glen Powell’s bathroom. Quickly, she stripped out of her soiled clothes and swimsuit. She turned on the water of the massive shower and let the hot water beat down on her tense muscles. She heard the door opening and immediately tried to cover herself.

“There’s clothes on my bed for you.”

(Y/N) noticed he had his hand covering his eyes even though he couldn’t see her from where the door was. Her heart skipped from the small gesture.

“T-Thank you. I’ll be back out in a few minutes.”

“Take your time.” He closed the door.

(Y/N) noticed his shampoo was the citrus she had smelled earlier while his body wash was the woods smell. She decided that combination was her new favorite smell. Once she was out of the shower and wrapped in one of his towels she walked out to find his door closed. On the bed was an extra large Longhorns t-shirt and gym shorts. There was also a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs which she was thankful for. However, not having a bra to wear was going to be difficult.

She stepped into his closet and chuckled from all the burnt orange shirts. She found one of his tank tops and slipped it on. She rolled the bottom up beneath her breasts and tied it off with her ponytail. The girls would at least be secured but one good cool wind and her nipples would be on display.

“Maybe it’s time to step up to whiskey.” She muttered as she slipped on the rest of Glen’s clothes.

Opening the door, she found a muscular, tan back standing there like a bodyguard, “Sorry, I just didn’t want anyone walking in here on you. My family is not big on boundaries nor are my niece and nephew.”

She chuckled, “Thanks for keeping watch and for the clothes.”

He turned around and she watched as his eyes traveled the length of her body. Goosebumps spread across her flushed skin. When his eyes came back up to hers they were darker and filled with something that she refused to let herself believe was there.

“Have to say, those look way better on you than on me.”

(Y/N)’s default mode clicked on whenever she received compliments, “I highly doubt that, but thanks. They’re at least more comfortable than my swimsuit. By the way, do you have somewhere I could wash my clothes out?”

“Yeah, give them to me and I’ll put them in the washer. You can head back out to enjoy the party.” She handed him her suit and clothes, “Man, I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you in this. I bet it looked great on you.”

He headed down the stairs leaving (Y/N) speechless. Was Glen Powell flirting with her? No way. She was delusional from the alcohol and sun. She headed back outside where she found Addison swimming in the pool with Zac. Seeing them together, she knew she didn’t need to ask if they were together. It was obvious by the way they looked at one another that they were. Once again, (Y/N)’s green eyed monster raged inside of her. Deciding she needed some more time alone, she headed out towards the barn then kept walking to the field behind it.

She was watching a team of guys setting up fireworks for the big display later that night. She could still hear everyone laughing and having fun behind her, suddenly she felt tears falling down her cheeks. She loved her best friend, but it was obvious she didn’t fit into her life anymore. She was hanging out and dating celebrities and traveling the world.

What was she doing? Still working the same job and never allowing anyone to get close to her. She gave up on dating after her one and only boyfriend had cheated on her. Did she want someone in her life? The family and white picket fence? Of course, but the closer to forty she was getting the further away that dream seemed to be getting. Seeing how happy Addison was and how wonderful her life was a harsh reminder of how meaningless her own life was.

“You okay?”

Turning around, she found Glen walking up now wearing a navy tank top and his dark Ray Bans covering his eyes. She quickly wiped away the wayward tears.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a moment.”

He leaned his forearms against the fence, looking out over the field, “I see you found my ‘I need a moment’ spot. I love coming out here and just being. I don’t have to be actor Glen, but just me.”

“I bet that is exhausting.” He nodded as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes, “On behalf of fans everywhere, I appreciate all the hard work you put into your characters. I can’t tell you the number of nights I have watched one of your rom-coms laughing and making my day better.”

He looked down at her with a smile, “Thanks, that means a hell of a lot to me.”

“However, I have to say, I wish they would pair you up with a woman your age. Seeing you make out with a woman ten years younger gives girls like me a complex.” She chuckled.

“How so?” He asked, turning towards her.

She sighed, “You never see a leading woman that is both older and doesn’t have a model’s body. The average size of a woman is 14/16 which is plus size and if I had to guess I bet the majority of rom-com audience is like me. A woman in her late thirties, plus size, single and looking for hope that men like Glen Powell would be interested in her.”

“You don’t think guys like me would be with a woman like you?”

His question was genuine, but made her scoff, “In the movies they aren’t. Why would I believe that in real life? Probably why I’ve been single for over a decade now. It’s easier to fantasize over fictional men or celebrities than putting myself out there to get humiliated.”

He stepped closer to her, his fingers brushing against her cheek and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head and his glossy eyes were staring down into hers. She had dreamt of him looking at her in this very way a million times. The way he looked at every leading lady in one of his rom-coms.

“What if I told you that I do find you attractive? That I find you incredibly sexy.”

“I’d say that you’re a great actor.” She tried to look away, but he gently grabbed her chin making her look at him.

“I’m not acting. The moment Addison showed me a picture of the two of you, I thought you were the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. The way she gushes about you and all the work you do for your students. The difference you’re making in their lives. I couldn’t imagine anything more sexy than a woman who loves to help those who need it.”

(Y/N) stepped away from him, “It’s really nothing special. Yes, I’m there for them and help them in any way I can, but so do a lot of staff. Honestly, there’s nothing special about me. I’m definitely not gorgeous. I mean, you’re around beautiful actresses and models all the time. They’re gorgeous, me not so much.”

“Addison warned me that you usually put yourself down when you receive compliments.” He took a step towards her engaging in an awkward dance as she stepped backwards.

“Warned you? So, this was a set up?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Did she really think you were going to magically fall in love with me and sweep me off my feet. Which by the way, you couldn’t, not literally anyway.”

“I asked her to introduce us. Yes, I found you attractive and after hearing Addison talk about you non-stop in Oklahoma, I wanted to meet you. Addison is not only my assistant but a dear friend and if you’re important to her then you’re important to me as well.”

He closed the distance between them pressing her back against the fence and caging her in with his strong arms on either side of her. He leaned in towards her and she sucked in a breath, holding it in her chest.

“I wasn’t hoping to fall in love or sweep you off your feet. Which I could totally do.” He smirked, “I was hoping to meet the amazing woman Addison loves so much and who happens to be fucking gorgeous.”

“Glen, I…” She let out a trembling breath, “I'm nobody and I don’t do one night stands. Even if it’s with a sexy movie star that I’m sure would give me the orgasm of my life. It’s not me and I don’t see you wanting to settle down with a high school secretary.”

He leaned closer to her. His nose brushing alongside hers and his lips merely an inch from hers. She wanted to look away, but his eyes were mesmerizing.

“Won’t know unless you give me a chance.”

His lips pressed against hers. They were soft and tasted of tequila as he pulled her bottom lips between his teeth. Suddenly, her body felt like it was on fire and she wanted more. Needed more. His large hands fell to her hips and pulled her tighter against him. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her hands into his soft hair. His sunglasses falling from his head was enough to knock her senses back into place. She pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him gently away.

“We… I… this can’t happen. It’s not happening.” She stammered.

(Y/N) took off back towards the barn as Glen called after her, “(Y/N)! (Y/N), please wait!”

She didn’t stop until she was in the pool house and in Addison’s room with the door shut. Tears immediately sprung to her eyes and she sank to the floor beside her bed. What the hell was she doing? Glen Powell had kissed her. Told her she was gorgeous and yet she was sitting on the floor crying. Why couldn’t she be more impulsive and have one night with a man who was way out of her league? Looking at her reflection in the glass from the sliding door, she sighed.

“Because you catch feelings, (Y/N).” She whispered.

“(Y/N)?” Addison’s voice came through the door, “You alright?”

She opened the door, “Seriously, Glen Powell?”

“Let me explain.”

“Addison, what did you think was going to happen? You couldn’t actually believe this was going to work in any sort of way.”

They sat down on her bed, “I talk about you non-stop with him. I’ve told him all your stories from school with your kiddos. I’ve told him how I’m worried about you being alone all the time and how I wish you could meet a nice guy like him. How proud I am of all you’ve done for your health and how you love your body for what it is.”

(Y/N) placed her head in her hands, “And what, he was like ‘oh I want to meet this chick’?”

“Not his exact words, but yes. When he started planning this party, he asked if there was anyone I would like to invite. I told him Zac and his friends…” She paused looking at her bashfully, “Yeah, I’m kind of seeing Zac Levi.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I could tell that from the lovey-dovey looks you give one another. After my breakdown you can spill all about how that happened.”

Addison nodded, “Anyway, Glen asked if I wanted to invite you. I told him that you’re pretty introverted and didn’t like going to parties. He dropped it, but then when he was having me finalize the list of people I noticed he had added your name at the end of the list. When I asked him about it, all he said was he wanted to meet the amazing best friend I kept talking about.”

“So, you decided to turn it into a set up? Knowing full and well I would never fall for it.”

Her friend turned towards her, “It was never a set up. I warned him how you are. I asked him directly what he was up to. He told me that he found you attractive and wanted to get to know you.” She grabbed her hands, “Honestly (Y/N), I think he’s just a dude who is nervous to ask out a beautiful girl. It’s hard for him to meet anyone who doesn’t see him as only a famous actor and I really think he wants this part of his life to be as normal as possible.”

(Y/N) groaned, “You know this sounds like a fanfic I would read on Tumblr, right?”

Addison laughed, “Oh I’m well aware. However, doesn’t it make you want to see what happens? Usually, the next part would be you going to find him and you two would have a moment of tension that snaps. Then wham, bam, smutty dreams fulfilled.”

“I think I’m going to throw up.” (Y/N) took a couple deep breaths.

“That is not usually in the fanfics. Take the time you need, but please come back out and hang out with us. If anything, I’ll introduce you to Zac and you can fangirl over him.”

“I love you, but get out. I can’t even with you right now.” (Y/N) laughed as Addison hugged her.

Once she was alone again, (Y/N) went into the bathroom to splash cool water on her face. Looking into the mirror, she gave herself a once over. She walked out into the bedroom letting out a surprise yelp when she found Glen sitting on the bed.

“Scared the crap out of me.” She held her chest.

His eyes were focused on the floor, “Sorry. Addison said you were in here.” He stretched his long fingers out over his thighs before looking up at her.

“I wanted to apologize for coming onto you so strong and kissing you. I should have been more of a gentleman about it, not that I regret kissing you because I don’t.”

She sat down next to him, “I don’t either and you don’t need to apologize. It was nice to know I remembered how to kiss a man.”

He chuckled finally looking over at her, “It’s like I’m living out a meet-cute rom-com without a script and it’s terrifying. There’s a fine line between endearing and creepy. I feel like I’m crossing the line into creepy.”

(Y/N)’s hand was trembling but she placed it over his, “You’re not creepy. Addison told me about how you wanted to get to know me. I think it’s been so long since a man has shown any interest in me that I don’t know how to react to it. Let alone that man being someone I have fantasized about being the Leading Man in my own life.”

“Is there any way we could start over? You being you and me being just a normal dude wanting to ask you out?” He laced their fingers together, “Or at least ask you to watch fireworks with me?”

(Y/N) smiled, “I would love to watch fireworks with you… what was your name again?”

His breathtaking smile appeared as he stood up in front of her, “Hi, I’m Glen and you?”

She took his outstretched hand, standing up, “(Y/N), it’s nice to meet you totally normal dude who is definitely not a famous sexy actor.”

He laughed pulling her into his side slipping his arm around her shoulders, “That’s me. Normal dude who is thankful to have a chance to be in the presence of a beautiful woman.”

“Oh jeez, please stop with the compliments. They make me uncomfortable.” She sighed, sliding her arm around his waist.

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Cowboy Chasing

Title: Cowboy Chasing Summary: Chasing storms was simple. Chasing the tornado chasing cowboy was a whole different story. Main Characters: Tyler Owens, Reader Pairing: Tyler Owens, Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 2481 A/N: My first fic in over a year thanks to a certain tornado chasing cowboy :) I used my taglist from over a year ago. If you don’t want to be tag please let me know (no hard feelings, I totally get it).

“Are you sure?” Her best friend asked as (Y/N) continued to pack her duffel bag.

She sighed, “Yes, I’m sure. When he left we had a fight and I can’t live with myself if anything were to happen to him.”

“How long has it been since you’ve been chasing?”

Flashes of that last night played in her mind, “A few years…”

Her best friend took her hands, “Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise.” (Y/N) smiled.

“Also, tell Boone he still owes me a dance.” They started laughing as (Y/N) zipped up her bag.

“Will do. I’ll call you when I get to Enid.” (Y/N) hugged her friend then made her way out of their apartment.

(Y/N) knew the drive to Enid, Oklahoma like the back of her hand. Every storm season that is where the chasers would gather to prep for the first chase. Checking the forecasts, she knew there was a chance the Wranglers would already be out on the road heading south towards Oklahoma City. She pulled out her phone, hitting Dani’s number and sending her a voice memo.

“Hey, I’m heading out to you guys. If you leave Enid, could you let me know. I appreciate it. Oh and don’t tell Tyler. Love ya.”

Dani’s response was immediate, “As I live and breathe, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Girl, it’s been too long. We’re heading south on the 81 towards Kingfisher in the morning. Miss and love ya.”

Another voice memo came through, “Also, your secret is safe with me. Does this mean you’re back?”

(Y/N) shook her head. The thought of chasing again was exciting and terrifying. There was no way she could go back. Not after all the time that had passed and not after the last chase. No, this trip was for closure and nothing more.

Between several cans of Monster and singing to the top of her lungs, (Y/N) made it to Enid by one in the morning. A soft smile spreading across her face seeing all the cars, vans and rigs of fellow chasers. Two groups stood out the most. The pristine white trucks and van of Storm Par were parked all by themselves. Javi must have gotten more money from Riggs noticing their team now having a fourth truck code name Toto.

Then there was the all too familiar red Dodge Ram parked in the middle of the lot. (Y/N) couldn’t believe they still had the beat up camper and van. With their YouTube channel taking off, she figured they would have at least updated the camper. Knowing Tyler, he probably used any money to go to helping the families and loved ones after a tornado. Humanitarian was one of the qualities that had attracted her to chasing with them and following Tyler Owens wherever the wind blew him.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice called out.

“Hiya Boone.” She turned around to see Boone, Dexter, Lilly and Dani all walking back from the small 24 hour diner.

“‘Bout time you came back out with us! We missed you!” He pulled her into a hug before everyone else surrounded her.

For the first time in years, (Y/N) finally felt at home again. The years she spent chasing storms with her Wrangler family were the best years of her life. Until it all went to shit.

“Well, well, who do we have here?”

His southern drawl never failed to send goosebumps over her skin, “Hey Tyler, how are you?”

“I’m good, (Y/N). I’m very good.” He smirked.

Dani smacked his shoulder, “Don't mind him, he’s been watching Top Gun Maverick on repeat.”

“You look good, Tyler.” (Y/N) couldn’t help her eyes from traveling down the length of his body.

There was nothing noticeably different about him since she last saw him a year ago. He still wore the same blue jeans, brown boots, Wrangler belt buckle and dark button down. The only thing missing was his Stetson and she knew exactly where it would be.

She noticed he was taking inventory of her as well as those dark green eyes gave her once over, “You look good too. So, what brings you out here?”

“I was hoping to talk to you before you went out tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

Tyler motioned for her to follow him to his motel room. (Y/N) waved to her family when Boone stopped her.

“You’re not staying, are you?” He asked with dark chocolate puppy eyes.

She shook her head then said, “Annie wanted me to let you know that you still owe her a dance. You should come on by and square your debt with her after this storm season.”

His smile was infectious, “I will. It was damn good to see ya, (Y/N).”

She turned around to see Tyler leaning against the door frame of his room. She stepped inside, chuckling to herself seeing some things truly would never change. He had clothes laid out everywhere drying. An empty pizza box and three beers out of six left sitting on his table. The TV was on showing infomercials until the morning news came on.

“Ya know, if you’re wanting to head back out I don’t know if we have room for you. We have a big shot British reporter going out with us this year.” Tyler offered her a bottle of water which she accepted.

“Reporter? Wow… you’ve really hit the big time.” She didn’t mean for it to come out as snarky as it did, “Hopefully, they knew what they were getting themselves into.”

Tyler flopped down on the bed, crossing his ankles and resting his head on one of his arms. Seeing his body stretched out brought up older memories of their early chasing years. The thrill of getting close to a tornado and the adrenaline they would need to work off when they got to a motel for the night. (Y/N) knew that body as well as she knew her own and now she could feel her cheeks flushing.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” He asked, a knowing smirk on his handsome face.

She rolled her eyes, knowing she played right into his little trap. He knew she would think of the good times seeing him stretched out like that. Knowing she couldn’t help to be nostalgic and remember the good ole days. As well he could read her, she could read him. (Y/N) sat down on the opposite bed taking a long drink of her water.

“The last time I was with you, we had a huge fight.” She looked over at him as he moved to mirror her sitting position.

He leaned forward on his elbows, clasping his hands together, “Mmhmm.”

“We both said some hurtful things and I wanted to clear the air between us.”

His green eyes locked onto hers, “You’re wanting an apology.”

She sighed, “No. I want you to know that… that I care about you and the team. I didn’t want you leading them into unnecessary danger for more followers or views.”

“If I remember correctly you said that I was and I quote, A reckless tornado chasing cowboy with a death wish.”

She flinched, “I know. I was frustrated and we had just lost…”

Tyler stood up, running his hand through his golden hair, “Theo knew what he was getting into when he started chasing with us. Hell, he had watched you chase well before he joined us. We all know the dangers of this job, but it’s worth it if we can help the people here.”

It was the same speech Tyler had given her a year ago. She clenched her fists on top of her knees, unable to keep the anger from flooding her system.

“Damn it Tyler, he should have never been in your damn truck! He should have been with Dex and Dani in the camper, but you wanted him to experience the real thing. What did that get him?”

She covered her mouth as Tyler’s eyes widened, “Tyler, I’m… I didn’t…”

He stormed over to the door, “If you think that I don’t spend every moment of every day not blaming myself for your brother’s death then you never knew me.”

He was gone with the door slamming shut. (Y/N) punched the bed beside her to release some of the rage overwhelming her.

“Fuck!” She yelled out before the tears started to fall, “This was not how I wanted it to go.”

After an hour, (Y/N) left the room in search of Tyler. She knew exactly where he would be heading towards his truck. He was sitting up on the roof tinkering with some the gauges.

“I’m sorry.” She said, climbing up onto the bed of the truck, “I really didn’t come here to fight again.”

“Then why did you come here? It’s been a year since you told me to get out of your life for good. Why now?” He never looked up at her.

She carefully sat up on the roof, “I hated the way we left things. I would never be able to live with myself if anything happened to you and the last thing I had said to you was I hate you.”

He glanced up at her, “You don’t hate me?”

“I think you know that I don’t. I… I never could hate you.” She sighed, “Tyler, what we had was special. We both shared the same goals in life and careers. We were good together, but losing my brother changed me. All I could think about was I couldn’t lose you the same way I lost him.”

(Y/N) looked up when she felt his hand cover hers, “I’m sorry.” he whispered.

“Me too.” She squeezed his hand and a spark ignited in her chest.

“Come on, I need a few hours of sleep and you can stay in my room on the extra bed. I’m sure you need some sleep as well.”

He jumped down onto the bed of the truck helping her down as well. He jumped down from the truck holding out his arms for her. His hand gripped her hips and he lifted her from the tailgate setting her on the ground. Her body slid down his and once again her body flooded with heat.

“You know I could sleep in my car or get my own room.” She said softly, looking up at him.

“Scared something might happen?” He smirked, making her roll her eyes.

Pushing him gently, “Nope. I gave up chasing cowboys a long time ago.”

“Really? Yet, you drove nearly eight hours to talk with me. Sounds to me like you might still be chasing cowboys.” He leaned down, “Or am I wrong?”

His soft lips were close to hers and his woodsy cologne filled her senses. Her knees were going to buckle if she didn’t step away from her and she would fall right back into oblivion with him.

“We can’t.” She whispered, “I can’t stand back and watch you drive into tornados not knowing if you’ll come back to me.”

His eyes softened as he backed away from her, “I understand. You can sleep in my room and I’ll sleep in my truck.”

“Tyler, there’s two beds. We can share the room.” She caught his arm and felt him flinch.

He never turned to look at her, “You were always the strong one. I know I won’t be able to keep myself in control. Goodnight (Y/N).”

He walked to the driver’s side, getting in his truck. (Y/N) stood there for a moment before retreating into his room. She sat on the bed thinking about everything they had said and everything that was left unsaid between them. She loved him. She had been in love with him for nearly a decade and still was. She wanted to be by his side, but that fear of not knowing if he would come back to her kept her from doing what she wanted. The sun was peeking over the horizon when she heard the door open to the motel room.

She turned around to see Tyler staring down at her. Since she hadn’t grabbed her bag, she had opted to wear one of his white t-shirts for a night shirt. (Y/N) stood up grabbing her clothes that were on the small table.

“Sorry, I will get dressed and let you get ready.” She mumbled.

His hand grabbed her elbow, spinning her towards him, “Fuck it.”

His lips crashed to hers. Immediately, the stress and tension in her body melted as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Her back hit the mattress as Tyler began a hot trail of kisses down her neck.

“Ty-Tyler…” She moaned.

He lifted himself up, “I know, I know. We shouldn’t do this, but there is nothing in the world that I need more than you. Not storm chasing or anything. All I want is you and if this is the last time I get to be with you then so be it.”

Her heart was thumping rapidly against her chest, “You still love me?”

“Seriously?” He scoffed, “You think one little fight was going to erase you from my heart? Sweetheart, there is only one other woman I spend my time chasing other than you and that’s mother nature. There’s no one else in the world worth chasing other than you.”

She couldn’t help the grin spreading across her face, “For the record, I love you too.”

His breathtaking smile appeared and (Y/N) knew she was right where she needed to be. Tyler leaned down kissing her slowly, passionately. She was pulling his shirt off when there was a knock on his door.

“Go away!” He yelled, kissing her inner thigh.

“Tyler, we got a storm brewing just outside Bartlesville. If we hit the road now then we can beat Storm Par.” Boone’s voice was barely audible as Tyler groaned.

“Alright, we’re leaving in fifteen.” He rested his cheek against her thigh, “You think we could finish in fifteen minutes?”

She giggled, “It has been a while for both of us, but no I don’t. However, after chasing this storm we could pick up where we left off at another motel. Like the good ole days.”

“You’re staying?” he asked, helping her up and sitting her on his lap.

She nodded, “Cowboy, there’s nowhere else I would rather be than by your side.”

He kissed her again, gripping her hips tight. She moaned against his lips as she rolled her hips against him.

Tyler growled when Boone banged on his door again, “Be out in five!”

“Come on cowboy,” She kissed him, “I’m feeling it, so let's go chase it.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smacked her behind before they both got up gathering their stuff and heading out to the truck.

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I Trust You

Title: I Trust You Summary: A chance meeting leads to midnight confessions and overcoming your deepest fears. Main Characters: Glen Powell, Reader Pairing: Glen Powell x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: RPF/Fluff/Angst w/ mentions of: touch deprivation, touch aversion Word Count: 3103 A/N: Trying to work out some feelings.

The party was in full swing. People were dancing, drinking and making out throughout the house. I happened to find a secluded corner in the backyard that no one seemed to notice. Still nursing the original beer I grabbed when I arrived hours ago. Watching all the celebrities and models mingling had me sinking further back into my little corner. I didn’t belong among the rich and beautiful, but my best friend insisted I come with her. Taking a look around, I found her sitting on some guy’s lap with her head thrown back in laughter. She belonged here.

I pulled out my phone to see if I could order an Uber home. It wouldn’t have been the first time I left a party without her. She meant well, trying to pull me out of my shell. It had been over a decade since I last felt like the woman I once was and going to some Hollywood party wasn’t going to change me back into her. I had been broken completely and beyond repair.

“Planning an escape?” A low, smooth voice said beside me.

Looking up, I was taken back by the handsome man standing there. Living in L.A. you get use to seeing movie stars walking down the street, but he happened to be one of her favorites.

“I’m Glen, by the way.” He held out his hand.

“(Y/N).” I said, taking his hand and willing mine to stop trembling, “And yes, I think it’s kind of obvious that I don’t belong here. Plus, I’m sure my friend will be taken well care of.”

His bright green eyes followed her pointing finger, “Ah yes, it looks like she has one of my friends wrapped around her finger. He’s harmless and won’t do anything stupid with her.”

“That’s good to know. She’s also a big girl and can take care of herself.” I forced my eyes to look away from him and back to my phone.

He squatted down beside me, “You know if you want to leave, I’d be more than happy to take you home. I haven’t been drinking tonight so consider me your DD.”

I smiled, “That’s kind of you, but I don’t want to pull you away from your own party. That would be kind of rude of me.”

Realization shined in his eyes as he chuckled, “So you do know who I am.”

“Oh yes. You’ve had quite the year with three major movies coming out. Hitman was in the running for my top movie this year until I saw Twisters. Can’t resist a tornado chasing cowboy.”

His laugh covered my skin in goosebumps, “I like that though you could just call me the Tornado Wrangler.” He let his full Texan accent come out, making me smile.

“I prefer cowboy to wrangler. Anyway, I should probably finish ordering this Uber and head out front. It was nice meeting you, cowboy.” This time I held out my hand to him.

He shook it, “Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me drive you home. It would be no problem and then that way I don’t have to worry about you ending up on the ten o’clock news kidnapped by a serial killer.”

I laughed as he still held my hand in his, “Are you sure? I live about thirty minutes away.”

“Let’s go.” He pulled me up from my spot and led me back towards the house.

I sent a text to my best friend letting her know I was heading home. I left out the part that it was Glen Powell who was taking me home. She replied with her usually be careful and talk tomorrow.

Glen handed his phone to me, “Type in your address.” I did, handing it back to him and he took off towards the highway.

It was a beautiful night for it being in August. The cool night breeze felt wonderful after a scorching day. Looking over, I found myself taking in every inch of Glen driving beside me. He had on a Texas Longhorns hat backwards, black tank top and orange colored swim trunks. One arm was resting on his open window while the other held onto the steering wheel. His long fingers kept beat to the song he was playing.

There was a comfortable silence between us and for the first time in a long time I felt relaxed in the presence of another person. Even with my friends or co-workers there was always an underlying layer of anxiety. The need to run from people always being my first gut reaction. Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol I had in my system or a miracle but I found myself drawn to Glen. Or it could be I had fantasized about being with him for years and my inner fangirl was showing herself more than ever.

“Everything okay?” He asked, glancing over at me.

I realized he must have caught me staring, “Yeah, everything is fine. Sorry if I was staring. Sometimes my inner fangirl shows more than I want her to.”

His smile was breathtaking, “Quite alright. Not everyday I can meet a fan who isn’t screaming, crying, throwing up.”

We both laughed, “Has a fan actually thrown up in front of you?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No. Just trying to keep up with all the cool sayings the kids say.”

“You make it sound like you're old and you're not.”

He touched his hand to his chest, “Why thank you for thinking I’m young. I will have you know that I’ll be thirty-six this year.”

I scoffed, “Meh, been there and done that.”

Glen took the exit for my house, “What? There’s no way you’re older than me.”

“Afraid so, cowboy. I will be turning thirty-eight this year. So respect your elder.”

His laugh filled the car, “Wow, I would have never believed you were older. What the hell is your secret?”

The answer was out of my mouth before I could even think about it, “I have no children and no spouse.”

It was the answer that I always said inside my head but never out loud. People asked me all the time how I could still look like I was in my late twenties. I always told them I had a baby face. The real answer was I lived alone and didn’t let anyone close to me. Hence, the no kids or spouse.

“So, no kids and no spouse. Does that also include no boyfriend/girlfriend?”

His question sent a shiver down my spin, “Uh… yeah. There’s no one except for Winchester, my maine coon. He’s all I’ve needed these last few years.”

Why was I being so open with him? I always avoid questions about my personal life with everyone. I looked over to see my house coming into view. A brief moment of relief swept over me knowing I would be safe inside my four walls of security soon. Then a sickening feeling pooled in my gut as Glen pulled into my driveway and shut off his car.

“Thank you for the ride. I appreciate you leaving your own party to take me home.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and placed my hand on the door handle.

“(Y/N), can I tell you something?” He asked, placing his hand on top of mine resting on the seat.

I tried to control my body flinching, but there was no use in it. Touch was always the one thing that set my nerves on edge. If he had noticed me flinched then he didn’t let on to it.

“S-Sure.”

“I’d been working up the courage to talk to you all night. The moment I saw you walk in, I asked my buddy who you were. He told me about your friend being a model and asking about bringing you to my party. Your friend told me that you were shy and to be aware that you don’t often talk to anyone outside your core group of friends.”

My heart was hammering in my chest, “She told you that? What else did she tell you, huh? That I’m a recluse and avoid all social interactions. That my ex completely broke me as a person. That I can’t stand to be around people or to be touched. That I’m all kinds of fucked up and damaged.”

I got out of the car and headed to my front door. My heart shattered into pieces from my best friend telling my darkest secrets to someone, especially to a man like Glen Powell. I made it to the door before I realized my keys were still in her car back at his house.

“Fuck!” I yelled, sliding down to the ground.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I swear that’s all she said to me.” He sat down in front of me, “What’s wrong? Other than the obvious.”

I sucked in a shaky breath, “My keys are back at your house in her car. Now not only am I completely embarrassed in front of one of my favorite actors but I’m completely locked out of the only place I feel safe.”

“Do you have an alarm system?” He asked.

“What?” I looked up at him confused, “No, why?”

“I promise I’ll pay for the repairs.” He said before he took off his tank top wrapping it around his fist and sending it through the window next to her door.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled watching as he cleared out the glass then reached inside.

The familiar click of my deadbolt unlocking then Glen pulled out his arm twisting the door knob. It swung open freely and I could feel the tension in my chest release. Standing up, I noticed the blood dripping onto the ground.

“Shit, you’re hurt. Come inside and I can clean you up.” I said carefully walking over the broken glass on either side of the door.

I went into my bathroom to grab the first aid kit while Glen was sitting down at my kitchen table. Unwrapping his shirt from his hand, I found small knicks and shards of glass in his tan skin. The bleeding was coming from a gash on his arm from when he smashed through the window.

“You might need stitches.” I said, cleaning the cut on his forearm.

“You know, it looks way easier and cooler on TV.” He chuckled, “Ow.”

I wrapped his arm with gauze only then realizing he was sitting there shirtless. His well toned chest and abs on full display making my body ache in ways it hadn’t for years. The overwhelming desire to touch him nearly made my knees give out.

“Are you okay? You look like you might pass out.” He asked, grabbing a hold of my hips to balance me out.

A second realization hit me harder than the first. He had touched me and I didn’t flinch. I didn’t jerk away. I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.

“(Y/N), you’re scaring me.” He whispered, his grip on my hips tightening.

“Y-You’re touching me.” The words were barely above a whisper.

He reached over to grab another chair and guided me onto it, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t fall.”

I shook my head, unable to put the correct words together, “I… It’s just… I don’t know how to explain.”

His hands were resting on top of mine, “Whatever it is you can say it. I won’t take offense or have any judgments.”

I had no idea what kind of spell the man in front of me had casted but I found myself wanting to explain everything to him. Looking into his concerned eyes, I just knew I could trust him. Suddenly, I had tears falling down my cheeks.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to tell me anything. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” His thumbs were rubbing against my knuckles sending waves of heat over my skin.

“When I got divorced, I swore off dating. I wanted to work on being on my own, rebuilding my life and not focusing on a relationship.”

He smiled, “That’s smart. I’ve been doing the same thing these last few years.”

“One year turned into two and before I knew it a decade had gone by. No relationships. No kissing, hugging, cuddling, and definitely no sex.” He nodded, continuing to rub my hands as I continued, “What turned from learning to live alone became being alone. I desire to have someone in my life and have even tried to date, but it always turns out wrong.”

“How so?”

I took a deep breath, “Any time I thought about going out on a date I would have a panic attack. The thought of trusting someone to be with them that would lead to touching and that would send me into a complete spiral.”

Glen looked down at our hands, “Is this okay?”

I nodded, “Yes which is why I’m having a deliriously happy and panicked moment right now. I haven’t been touched by anyone in years. Sure, I will half heartedly hug my friend or family but it is always at some kind of distance. Hugging to me is the most intimate form of touch that isn’t sexual.”

His eyebrow arched curiously, “Go on…”

“Think about it. When you hug someone, you are trusting them with your whole body. Their arms wrapped around your body completely. Their whole being being pressed against yours. A hug is sex with your clothes on.”

He smirked, “I have honestly never thought of it like that. I don’t think I’ll ever see hugging in the same way again.”

“Humans need that intimacy. They need to feel that trust in their very soul and act it out physically. I…” I paused, looking into his eyes, “I haven’t felt that in over a decade. My therapist calls it touch deprivation that has formed into touch aversion. I’m desperate to touch someone and be touched, but my brain simply won’t let my guard down enough to allow someone in.”

I watched as his bottom lip disappeared beneath his teeth in deep thought, “The fact that you haven’t flinched or moved away from me is a big moment for you?”

I nodded with a fresh batch of tears flowing down my face, “Yes. I don’t know if it’s because you genuinely seem like a good person from all the interviews I’ve watched or from the good guy characters you’ve portrayed. It could very well be my fangirl delusion masking the pure panic waiting to come out. I don’t know. All I do know is I feel safe around you.”

I looked away feeling my cheeks burning. I had practically told my whole sad truth and ended with a lame love confession. Slowly, the panic was starting to seep through the joy and my hands began to tremble within his.

Glen squeezed my hands then stood up, pulling me up with him, “You feel safe?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Do you trust me?” He asked as I nodded again without even thinking twice about my answer.

He lifted my hands up behind his neck, interlocking my fingers. I knew what was coming and the rope around my chest began to tighten. My breaths were coming out in rugged puffs as his arms wrapped around my waist. They tightened around me as his head buried into the crook of my neck.

“I got you. I’m not going to let go or let you fall. I’ve got you.” He whispered and a strangled sob escaped my lips, “I’ve got you. I promise nothing will happen to you. I’ve. Got. You.”

My grip around his neck tightened and I pressed my face into his chest. He kept repeating his mantra that he had me and I could feel the rope around my chest being cut away. Finally, I took in a long breath feeling all the tension vanish from my muscles. Glen pulled back enough to look down at me with a brilliant smile on his lips.

“How was that?” He asked.

I could feel my lips spreading into a wide grin, “I… I hugged you. I actually hugged you. I can’t believe it.”

He scooped me up, picking my feet up off the ground and spinning me around. A loud giggle erupted from my lips that surprised me.

“That giggle is music to my ears. Proud of you! I know that must have been a big step to take and I’m grateful you trust me to take it.”

Seeing how happy he was for me stirred up a new emotion, a new line to cross and I found myself pushing myself up on my toes and kissing him. I felt his body tense up and immediately I backed away.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I got caught-”

Glen pressed his lips firmly against mine once again. The kiss was simple, sweet and ignited an ember of passion within me. When he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine I knew he was holding back.

“You never, ever have to apologize for kissing me. I’m honored you trust me with your hugs and kisses.”

“I’m really scared I’m going to wake up tomorrow and find this all to be a dream.” I whispered.

He leaned in kissing me once more, “Tell you what. I will sleep on the couch and when you wake up tomorrow I can remind you that this was all very real.”

I knew I shouldn’t push myself any further, but the thought of him being on the couch while I was in my bed didn’t sit right with me. I bit into lip fighting with the urge to lead him upstairs to my room or to agree with him, leaving him downstairs.

“What’s the battle going on in your head?” He chuckled.

“I’m taking a leap of faith.” I said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the stairs.

Glen stopped us at the bottom step, “(Y/N), are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything. I’m fine sleeping on the couch.”

Standing on the step, I was equal height to him, “I’m not saying that there will be cuddling or anything more. The thought of you sleeping down here doesn’t feel right.”

He leaned in, kissing me briefly, “Okay, but I’m going to apologize now if I happen to cuddle you in my sleep. I’m definitely a cuddler.”

“It’s okay. I trust you.” I laced our fingers together and continued walking up to my room.

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Santa Baby

Title: Santa Baby Summary: Jensen finds his best friend’s Christmas boudoir photos. Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader Word Count: 3165 Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Fluff/Smut/Infertility Square Filled: Photographs Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: None

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With all his family and friends deciding to travel for the Christmas holiday, Jensen had decided to crash at his best friend, (Y/N)’s house. He had been there nearly a week and didn’t know if he would ever want to leave. Spending so much time with her was good for his soul and heart after traveling non-stop all year. It felt good to have a solid place to be with someone. She was on winter break from her job and spent a lot of time hanging around binge watching tv with him.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your computer for a meeting I have?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “Not at all. I’m going to go out and have lunch with the girls. Just no porn, please.”

He acted offended, “I would never.”

She laughed getting off the couch, “Uh-huh. I know you, don’t even think about it. I’ll be back in a few hours. Text me if you need anything.”

Jensen’s meeting was with the execs at Warner Brothers and Jared to start the conversation for what was next for Supernatural. The show had been off the air for a few years and with the new take over of the CW, both shows Jensen and Jared were EPs of, had unknown conclusions. They wanted to let WB know they were very interested in continuing Supernatural on a streaming service like HBO Max.

As the meeting went on and the execs were droning on about viewership and numbers. Jensen’s curiosity got the better of him. He opened (Y/N)’s Google Drive and found a newly shared folder titled: Christmas Photoshoot. He had not been prepared for what he saw when opening the folder. He heard Jared chuckling and immediately minimized the window.

“Jensen, everything okay?” One of the execs asked.

He nodded, “Yes, yes. Please continue.”

Jensen tried to focus on the rest of the meeting, but his best friend lying on a bed in lingerie with her legs spread was permanently etched into his mind. As the meeting ended, Jared stayed on with Jensen to chat a little longer.

“Dude, what happened? Did (Y/N) finally live out your fantasy of under the desk work?”

Jensen narrowed his eyes, “No. She’s out with friends you perv.” Though now that fantasy was playing out in his mind with the little outfit she had been wearing in that picture.

“Earth to Ackles!” Jared called out, snapping him out of his little fantasy, “Bro, what the hell is going on?”

It was no secret, especially to Jared and their friend Misha, that Jensen had a small crush on his best friend. He was used to them teasing him about it, but after seeing a quick glimpse of those photos that little crush was like a raging fire of desire.

“Nothing. I’m going to go before (Y/N) gets home. Have fun skiing with everyone and give them my love.”

Jared eyed him suspiciously, “Alright, I will. Tell (Y/N) hi and give her a kiss for me.”

Jensen nodded, ending the Zoom call. He stared at the minimized folder debating on looking at the photos again or forgetting they ever existed. He immediately brought the folder back up, scrolling through the fifty or so photos of his best friend. They started out cute with her in Christmas pjs and as he continued to scroll the less and less clothes she had on until the very last photo. Clicking on it to enlarge it, he found (Y/N)’s naked silhouette back lit by a Christmas tree she was stretching to reach the top of.

Jensen’s hand was stroking himself through his sweats as his eyes drifted down her beautiful body. His cock ached for a release that he was going to need before she came home.

“Fuck me.” He groaned, closing the picture, folder and her computer down.

By the time (Y/N) came home, he had taken a nice long shower and jerked off to the slideshow of pictures in his mind of her being in all kinds of states of undress and positions. Now, sitting across from her eating dinner, Jensen could not keep his mind from deep diving into the gutter.

“You’ve been really quiet all night. Did your meeting go okay?”

He nodded, “Oh, uh, yeah. It went fine.” Jensen looked down at his plate pushing his food around.

He was hungry, but not for the Chinese food on his plate. He glanced up to see her gorgeous concerned filled eyes on him. Her tongue slipped between her lips wetting them before dragging the bottom one between her teeth. His cock twitched, reminding him of the little under the desk fantasy he had lived in for a few moments earlier in the day. He knew there would be no way of living the rest of his hiatus with her without coming clean.

“Um, I stumbled upon some photos of you on your computer.”

She arched her eyebrow at him, “Okay…”

“Some… um, sexy photos of you.” He mumbled, watching her eyes widened.

“Oh…” She laughed, “Shit, I’m sorry Jensen. I forgot I had those on my Drive. Oh my god, are you scarred for life now? Do I need to pay for therapy for you?”

He tilted his head, “No… not scarred or confused. More surprised than anything. Didn’t think you would be the type to take those kinds of pictures.”

“Yeah, well I’ve been pushing myself out of my comfort zone recently.” He noticed her shoulders fall slightly before she smiled at him, “I should really delete them. It was a waste.”

He shook his head, “I wouldn’t delete them. You never know, you might find someone to share those with one day. If I may, why did you have them taken?”

She sighed, “Since fuckstick broke up with me, I haven’t liked how I looked. I heard that doing a boudoir photoshoot could help boost my confidence a little.”

“Did it work?”

That one simple question broke his heart as he watched tears spring to her eyes. (Y/N) shook her head, standing and walking towards her room.

“Excuse me.”

Her door shut before he could catch her. Standing outside her door, his anger began to build as he listened to her crying inside her room. Jensen would never forget being in New Mexico filming when her douchebag ex broke up with her. Telling her how ugly and flabby she was. How he couldn’t get it up or fake liking her any more. It had taken a Facetime call from Jared and Misha to keep him from flying out and beating the ever living crap out of the fuckstick.

Now, hearing a breathless sob tear through her pushed Jensen to finally have the balls to do the one thing that scared him most. He opened the door to her room and crawled into bed behind her.

“Go away please. I want to be in misery alone.”

“I’m not leaving.” He wrapped his arm around her waist feeling her flinch and hearing the resounding crack of his heart.

(Y/N) turned in his arms, pushing on his chest, “Damn it Jensen, go away! I know you don’t want to be in bed with me as I sob and cry in self pity. You should be in bed with a beautiful model or actress. Not your best cow friend.”

He grabbed her wrist pulling her against him, “I don’t want to be in bed with a model or actress. I want to be in bed with my gorgeous and sexy best friend that I’ve been in love with for years.”

“You’re such a liar. I know you’re just saying that to make me feel better. It’s not helping because I know it’s not real.”

He let out a low growl before placing her hand firmly against his raging hard on. She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I can’t fake that, beautiful. I saw those pictures of you and they have been playing like a damn slideshow in my head. Fuck, I had to take a damn cold shower and jerk off before you got home in hopes that I could play it cool around you. News flash, I can’t! You fucking turn me on so much that I have to constantly make sure I’m dick isn’t sticking out for the world to see.”

He was breathing heavily as he rolled over her, pinning her hands above her head. Another gasp escaped as he settled between her legs and leaned down brushing his lips against hers.

“If you don’t want this, or me. Tell me now. I will leave and act like nothing ever happened. For the love of god I really hope you tell me you want this because I’ve been daydreaming of tasting and being inside of you… All. Fucking. Day.”

“This is for real? I’m not dreaming or anything? You want me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Jensen let go of her hands, trailing down her body. He noted every spot she flinched or squirmed as his fingers passed over them. Slipping one hand behind her neck, cradling and massaging it. She hummed and sighed before he gently placed his lips against hers.

“Yes this is real. I’m not sure if I’m not dreaming. And yes, I want you. All of you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back to her and kissing him. Her hips pressing against his and he groaned before snapping his against hers.

“(Y/N), tell me you want this. Please, tell me you want this.” He rolled his hips against her creating the perfect amount of friction to relieve a little pressure.

“I want this, Jensen. I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. He began a trail of kisses down her body removing her shirt and bra. The moan that came out of her was music to his ears. He pushed her sleep shorts and panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor. When he looked back, they were closed, keeping him out.

“(Y/N)?”

“You don’t… I mean… oh god this is embarrassing.”

He rested his chin on her knees, “What is? If this has to do with how you're groomed, I don’t care about that. Shaved, unshaved, don’t matter to me as long as I get to taste you.”

She groaned, pressing her head back into the pillow, “It has nothing to do with that.”

“Then what, beautiful. You can tell me.”

Whatever it was, she was truly having a moment of insecurity that he wanted to take away. She had no idea how beautiful and sexy she truly was or how it was killing him not to have his face buried between her legs.

She blew out a long breath, “I’ve never had a guy go down on me. I don’t know what it feels like and I don’t want to hurt you with my thunder thighs.”

Jensen’s jaw slacked as he let the words register in his head, “Never?”

She shook her head, covering her face with her arms, “Nope. None of them ever wanted to.”

“Well they’re even bigger fucksticks than I thought.” He kissed her on her knees, “Baby, you have nothing to worry about. I definitely want to go down on you and you’re not going to hurt me with these delicious, beautiful thighs of yours. Please, let me see you. Let me taste you. Let me make you feel good.”

She stared at him for a long time before slowly opening the gate to him. As he settled between them, Jensen lifted her legs over his shoulders. He ran the tip of his finger over her slickness making her shiver and sigh.

“So wet and perfect.” He murmured.

“The number of panties you have ruined for me is astro-NOMICAL!” She cried out as he ran his tongue up her.

“Really? Well, feel free to never wear a pair around me again.” He chuckled against her inner thigh, “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm.” She grasped the sheets beside her.

He worked his tongue over her repeatedly until focusing on her sensitive clit. The moans and whimpers coming from her were driving him crazy. He sat up slightly and watched her face as he pushed one finger inside of her.

“Ohh-hh, Jen-Jensen… oh wow…”

Slowly he pushed his finger in and out of her, adding another one feeling her tightening around them. His cock twitched wanting to be buried deep inside of her.

“S-So close Jensen… oh god… m-more.” She moaned, her hand hesitantly reaching down towards him.

He nuzzled his nose into the small patch of hair chuckling, “You know you can direct my head wherever you want it. You’re not going to hurt me.”

Those would be his famous last words as her fingers thread through his longer hair and push his mouth down onto her clit. She rolled her hips against his mouth and tugged on his hair. The pain sent a jolt of electricity straight down to his cock and he sucked hard on her clit. Her thigh clamped around either side of his head as her body trembled through her release.

“Fuck Jensen! Holy… oh Jensen.” She cried out, as he let her ride out her release.

He kissed his way back up to her as she stifled a giggle, “What?”

(Y/N) took her hand, running it over his beard and holding her slickness on her hand, “I think I made a mess.”

He leaned down kissing her before rubbing his face between her breasts making her giggle more, “A fucking delicious and beautiful mess.”

(Y/N) lifted his face bringing his lips to hers for a passionate kiss, “Make love to me. Make me forget about all the guys who told me I was ugly or grunted their way through sex with me. I want to feel beautiful and loved by a great man.”

Jensen kissed her again, reaching between them and aligning himself with her, “You’re sure?”

She nodded and he gently pushed inside of her. Jensen watched her face carefully in case she was in pain. He ignored his body's need to snap his hips against her and wanted to make sure she was okay. He let out a shaky breath against her shoulder holding himself still to let her adjust to him.

She rolled her hips against him, “Move… please move…” She moaned.

Jensen inched his way out before pushing back in. They both sighed as he repeated this over and over then his body took over picking up his pace. He was so snug inside of her that it was hard for him not to lose himself in the feeling of her.

“God (Y/N)... feel so good inside of you. Fuck…”

Her fingers dug into his back, “Harder Jensen… a little harder. I-I won’t break.”

He bared his teeth against her collarbone, pushing himself up for a better angle. He drove into her as their skin hit echoed off the walls. She squeezed his cock tight just like she had done before she came earlier. He could feel the familiar tingling in his stomach that he was going to cum soon.

“J-Jay… right there. Oh god… like that. Yes, yes. yes, fuck Jensen!” She cried out.

He leaned over her, snapping his hips against her getting ready to pull out of her when she wrapped her legs around him.

“Cum inside me. It’s okay, I promise. Want to feel you cum.”

That sent him right over the edge and he mumbled incoherently into her the crook of her neck. He knew better than to not carry a condom with him or at least pull out and jerk himself off. Something about cumming inside of (Y/N) felt right and he couldn’t shake that feeling even after they had cleaned up, laying in her bed.

(Y/N)’s head was resting on his chest while her fingers traveled a path from his hip bone up to his chest. They had been laying in silence for the better part of an hour when she finally broke it with a bombshell of a confession.

“I can’t get pregnant.” She whispered, “I found out about five years ago when I was going through a really hard period. My doctor told me that my body would never produce fertile eggs. Yet, another reason why my ex dumped me. I want you to know before this goes any further.”

“That’s why you told me to cum inside of you.”

“Mmhmm.” Her body shivered, “Which is in my top three sex experiences of all time. Congrats.”

“What are the other two?”

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at him smiling, “You going down on me and you giving me the first mind blowing orgasm in my life with your fingers.”

He started laughing, running his hand down the side of her face, “Well glad to be of service. Please feel free to call on my services any time.”

“Really?” She leaned her cheek into his hand, “Even after all the baggage, insecurities, infertility? You still want to be with me?”

He laid down facing her, “I have baggage as well. A crazy filming/convention schedule. Thousands of fans who 99 percent of them are amazing, but there are a few who will go bat-shit crazy over me having a girlfriend. I also have insecurities about myself that will pop up at all the wrong moments. Infertility does not make you any less of a beautiful woman or less desirable.”

“Really?”

“Really. If/When the conversation comes up about kids then we can see what our options are. There are plenty of kids who need a family. I think one day, you will be an amazing mom.” He leaned in kissing her, “Plus, knowing I can cum inside of you is seriously the hottest thing ever. We may never leave your house again.”

(Y/N) giggled as he peppered kisses all over her face and neck. She gently pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. His hands immediately massaged her hips as he stared up in awe for her.

“I think this was one of your poses from the photos, right?”

She nodded, “Sure was except then I didn’t have a sexy man beneath me. I also had a Santa Hat on.”

“You did? Totally missed that…” She rolled her hips against him making him moan, “Can’t imagine how I missed the Santa hat.”

(Y/N) got off him making him groan, grabbing something out of the bag on her floor. He smiled wide as she placed the santa hat on her head and returned to her original spot.

“What do you say? Are you up for round two?” She asked, kissing down his chest to his stomach.

He rolled his eyes back as she slid his cock into her mouth, “Anything for you Santa Baby…”

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Destroyer of Worlds

Title: Destroyer of Worlds Summary: He was the weapon to take down the corruption of superheroes. She was the only one who could wield him. Main Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben), Reader Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader Rating: E - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff (if you squint)/Mind Control/Smut Prompt: “Don’t underestimate her. And don’t bet against her.” (Bold & Italic) Word Count: 4967 A/N: This is for @avanatural Follower Challenge

The Russians next to her were speaking their native language thinking she could not understand them. It was better they didn’t know she had spent the better part of two years fucking a Russian diplomat to get her where she was today and he happened to give her lessons in Russian.

(Y/N) played the studious, quiet, American scientist well. No one would suspect she was there for one reason and one reason only. Her eyes drifted to the cryo chamber that held her deepest desire within. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and adjusted her legs recrossing them from the ache building between them. Today was the day she had been waiting for since joining the Russians nearly fifteen years ago.

(Y/N) was the daughter of a low level superhero at Vought. She remembered going to the Tower and being in awe of all the superheroes. She admired their strength and integrity. Much like her father had been. She studied every superhero there ever was but one had captured her full attention and heart from the moment she saw him in an old movie about his life. He was everything she imagined a man should be. Handsome, charming, strong, a leader, a true man.

When she was old enough, she took a job at Vought in their gift shop. She eventually would work her way up to being the personal assistant to Stan Edgar while Vought paid for her to become a scientist. More than once, she had influenced Edgar in decisions about creating the perfect superhero. Compound V had been a good start, Temp V was dangerous but could be improved upon with the right subject. (Y/N) felt deep down there was only one superhero who was the key to everything they wanted.

When an opportunity to go to Russia to study what their scientists had discovered was something she had to fight for. In the end, she was going to do whatever it took to go. Now, she realized that she hadn’t needed to fight so hard to go because they were already going to exile her there just like they had done with America’s Superhero.

You know Dmitri said the American is a good fuck.

She tore her eyes away from the cryo chamber when they mentioned her and glanced at the two scientists at the table next to hers. She smiled sweetly at them before returning her gaze to the papers in front of her.

Dmitri is’t man enough to fuck her.

She swallowed the giggle trying to escape her lips. He was right, (Y/N) had approached the poor, shy, young Russian one late night. The table the two were sitting at was the exact spot their friend had bent her over and fucked her. Of course, she had to get herself off when the young man came nearly five minutes after being inside of her. It was good for his self-esteem and she needed to feel something other than her fingers inside of her. Plus, he was able to deliver an important message to Vought Tower for her.

Suddenly, there was a bunch of commotion from the hall outside the lab. Five people in worker’s uniforms walked in that were obviously not local. A small smile appeared on her lips as she realized who had walked in. The alarms began to go off and Russian guards began to fill the room. She ducked down beneath her table as a young American man came next to her.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Please help me. They’ve held me here for so long.” Tears instantly started down her cheeks.

“We’ll help you, promise. Stay down.”

He looked up at his friends who were getting pinned down by the guards. She couldn’t help the eye roll that followed. Dumbass, rag-tag team of losers. She had been hoping when she leaked some information to Maeve that she would send someone a little more put together. (Y/N) saw a flash shoot out over her head much like Homelander and her heart nearly flatlined. Then she saw the obvious leader of this group getting shot and not being phased. His eyes glowed much like Homelander’s and then he shot a hot beam of energy from them.

“Holy shit.” She muttered.

“MM!” The young man yelled before disappearing before her eyes.

(Y/N) took the opportunity to get out of there and down the back hallway. She stopped by a nearby observation window where she could see everything but no one could see her. All the guards and the two scientists were dead. The team seemed to be chastising the leader and young man for having powers.

“Only last 24 hours. Break in case of an emergency, like this.”

His accent sent shivers down her body. (Y/N) bet he was great fuck. A man who would keep going until her legs were shaking and her voice hoarse from crying out his name. She watched tall, dark and handsome walk over to the cryo chamber and her heart began to race.

“Fuck me, he’s going to open it.” She whispered to herself watching him do exactly that.

Toxic gas billowed from the chamber as they all stared into it.

“Christ, Soldier Boy.”

(Y/N) gripped the edge of the window to keep her knees from buckling. Watching as thick fingers gripped the edge of the chamber and all her dreams stepped out. He was more beautiful than any movie or picture she had seen of him. The Russians had never allowed her to see him except in old experiment videos. So many nights she had snuck into the lab alone, watching those videos and getting herself off pressed against his chamber.

The floor beneath began to shake and from the center of Soldier Boy’s chest emitted a bright glow. She took cover hearing the explosion, debris flying in all directions and the guttural scream of the long forgotten superhero. She looked up through the window in time to see the aftermath and watched as he was walking towards the hall she was in. (Y/N) quickly made her way down towards the exit to wait for her destiny to come to her.

He approached cautiously, seeing her standing against the only exit.

“Move.” His raspy voice raised the hairs on the back of her neck.

“If you want out of this hellhole then I suggest you follow me.”

He straightened his body trying to be intimidating, “Move or I’ll move you.”

Her eyes traveled down his body. Every muscle was taut and hard as he strained to keep himself calm. She bit her lips seeing his cock, even soft was long and thick. She snapped her eyes back up to his seeing the darkness held deep within those beautiful olive irises.

“You could move me or kill me whichever. But that would be a colossal mistake. I have access to clothes, food, booze and a way back to where you really want to be.”

He scoffed, “Where’s that?”

“America. New York. Vought.”

His eyes widened, “Why the fuck would I want to go there? They betrayed me.”

“Exactly. I know all about what truly happened to you. A lot has changed since you were captured and you’re going to need some guidance. I can provide that.” She stepped toe to toe with him, “Like right now, we need to get the fuck out of here before Russian soldiers storm this place.”

Standing there, he was a good four to five inches taller than she was. A wall of pure strength that could snap her neck in an instance. He was the ultimate predator and she was hoping to be enticing enough to be his prey. Her heart skipped seeing the corner of his lip slightly curl upward. She had him.

“Lead the way.”

It had taken a couple of days to get passage back to the states and into New York without Vought knowing. Soldier Boy had remain quiet except for the stewardess he fucked in the lavatory making (Y/N) sick to her stomach with jealousy. When they had landed, he demanded to go to The Legend’s home.

“He’s retired and has nothing to do with Vought anymore. He sits in his penthouse suite snorting and drinking all day.” She said as they rode a cab to the old man’s penthouse apartment.

For the first time, Soldier Boy smiled, “Sounds like a great life to me. He has something I need. I could also use a little pick me up.”

She rolled her eyes as he huffed looking out his window.

“Don’t fucking judge me because you’re little Miss Virgin Mary. Get off your fucking high horse.”

She gritted her teeth trying to control the rage filling her veins. Taking a deep breath, she played into his whole pure image of her. She pushed a single tear down her cheek with a soft sniffle.

“Haven’t been a virgin since I was sixteen and I caught Homelander’s eye.”

She could see him looking back at her, “The blonde douchebag plastered everywhere?”

She nodded, keeping her eyes focused on her hands resting on her lap. Lacing her fingers together she squeezed them as tight as she could.

“I worked in the gift shop of Vought since my father was a low level superhero. Homelander was there for an event. He knew who I was because he knew my father. That made me irresistible.”

He scoffed, “Happens to the best of us. Plenty of times at events I would have women throwing themselves at me or one who particularly caught my attention.”

(Y/N) was aware of his conquests. Once more her stomach twisted with envy knowing all of them had what she wanted. She blew out a long breath trying to keep her jealousy from showing.

“Yeah, I wasn’t seeking his attention. That didn’t keep him from taking me into a storage closet and forcing himself on me.” She watched his fist clench, “I kept telling him I was a virgin and I wanted to wait for the right man.”

“He didn’t give a shit. Supes never do. Even America’s hero.”

She glanced over seeing him staring out his window, “Told me there was no better man than him, but I knew one man who was better than him. I had watched his movie on repeat until I wore it out. I studied every book ever written about him and how he had saved so many lives. I devoted my entire life to finding out the truth of how he disappeared knowing Vought’s story of him dying was bullshit.”

She turned, looking right at him as his bright eyes bored into hers. The best way to keep someone from penetrating your wall of lies is layering truth in between those lies. She allowed him to see this moment of truth in order to gain a little more trust. A small smile appeared on his lips and knew she had him.

“You think I’m a great man?” He scoffed, “You may be more fucked up than I am.”

His laughter sent waves of hot desire flowing over her. Being this close to him was starting to wear on her self-control. Squeezing her thighs together, she giggled softly for his amusement.

“That’s probably accurate. We’re here.”

The car stopped and they made their way to The Legend’s penthouse suite. The reunion had not been hearts and flowers. The Legend knew better than to fuck with Soldier Boy and when his eyes landed on her, he complied immediately. He knew better than to fuck with her as well.

“You know her?” Soldier Boy pointed to her, “She says I can trust her. Is that true?”

She narrowed her eyes with a silent warning. The Legend knocked back his drink and pulled out a little baggy with white powder in it.

“Don’t underestimate her. And don’t bet against her.” He bent over snorting a line of the drugs, “Whatever you want, she can get for you.”

Soldier Boy looked from the old man to her and back, “Fine. Now, I need to know where my team is.”

The Legend told him everything he knew about where the team members of Payback were. (Y/N) knew where he would go as The Legend told him where Crimson Countess was. When they left, (Y/N) told the driver her address to head too.

“That’s not where Crimson is at” He grunted.

“I know. You need to actually sleep and not run of pure adrenaline with a dash of cocaine. If we run into trouble then I need you at your best.”

He rolled his eyes, “Where are we going then?”

(Y/N) gave him a genuine smile, “My house outside the city and Vought’s peering eyes.”

The drive was nearly two hours long from the city. Soldier Boy had fallen asleep immediately and now was resting his head on her shoulder. (Y/N) ran her fingers through his hair moving it from his face. He sighed as her fingers went for a second pass through the silky, dark, strands. His hand snapped up, catching her wrist.

The lids of his eyes opened reveal darkened orbs staring up at her. Rage and desire swirled within them before he blinked showing no emotion at all.

“How much longer?” He grunted, sitting up to the other side of the car.

“Nearly there. I will get you set up in the downstairs suite. All I ask is that you don’t sneak out and go after Crimson by yourself.”

They were pulling onto the long driveway as Soldier Boy rolled down the window looking at her property. (Y/N) had made sure that the old farm that had been in her family for generations remained in her name during her time with the Russians. She had only lived in the house that had been newly built for a few months. She had no idea what she would be walking into, but the moment she saw it coming over the small hill she felt at home.

“Does anyone else live here?” His gruff voice pulled her back into the car.

She shook her head, “Only me and I haven’t been here in fifteen years.”

“Fuck.” He breathed as the car came to a stop, “The Russians had you for fifteen years.”

(Y/N) leaned forward to the driver, “Please go and pick up groceries. Make sure you get a few bottles of wine, a bottle whiskey and please pick up a standing order prescription from the pharmacy. Give them my name and you should have no issues.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She smiled at Soldier Boy before getting out of the car. He followed her in through the front door and it was as if nothing had changed for (Y/N). She could smell a fresh fire burning in the living room fireplace. Waves of apples and salted caramel flowed from room to room.

“Is there a fucking bakery in here?”

She laughed, “No. My favorite scent is caramel apples. If it bothers you I can make sure all the warmers are turned off.”

“It’s fine.” He smirks, “I like apples and caramel.”

“Let me show you where you’ll be staying.”

(Y/N) led him down the stairs to the guest suite. There was a California king bed with a mini bar and fridge. It was decorated in forest green and gold as the inspiration stepped over to the bed.

“There’s a master bathroom with anything you may need and I will have some clothes brought down to you.”

Soldier Boy sat on the bed running his hand through his long hair, “Why are you helping me?”

“We want the same things and in the end I think you’re the only one who can achieve that. If that means feeding you, clothing you, and finding you someone to fuck senseless then so be it. Say the word and you’ll have it.”

His eyes widened with possibilities, “Best bottle of whiskey and some weed is a good start.”

“The whiskey is on its way, but the weed will have to wait until tomorrow. However, something else is coming with the whiskey that I think will suffice.”

Soldier Boy walked up to her, “You’ve thought of everything haven’t you?”

She stood her ground confidently even as her knees trembled, “Yes I have. I’ll leave you to get cleaned up. I’ll have dinner sent down if you like or you can join me in a couple of hours.”

She walked up the stairs far enough to be out of sight but could still hear once he was in the shower. When the water started and she heard the door shut, (Y/N) made her way back down. She looked at the mirror above the sink getting a full view of the man beneath the water cascading down his body. The bathroom filled with the woodsy body wash as (Y/N) squeeze her thighs together.

Then a low groan echoed throughout the tiled walls. Watching the mirror closely she could see his head roll back against his shoulders as his large hand stroked himself. A deep moan sent shivers down her body and the familiar ache grew stronger.

“Fuck.” He grunted as his hand picking up the pace, “Fuck, fuck.”

(Y/N) was mesmerized by Soldier Boy jacking off. His muscles tensing, his hand pressed against the tiles as his other hand feverishly jerked off his long, thick cock. She found her own hand drifting down into the waistband of her pants. Her fingers rubbed her aching clit as another wave of curses flew from his lips.

He was close and so was she when their eyes connected for a single heartbeat in the mirror. Neither of them stopped until her body began to shake as her pleasure flooded her body.

“Ohhh… fuck.”

She moaned, watching as his jaw clenched and his body jerked forward. A loud, gravelly growl bounced off the walls as he came. She dipped her fingers into her wetness then pulled her hand from her pants. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, enjoying Soldier Boy’s reaction. He kept slowly stroking himself as his jaw slacked.

(Y/N) turned around leaving the suite and making her way towards her own room. The driver was walking in as she was stepping into the kitchen.

“Please take the bottle of whiskey and pills downstairs and have Mitchell go down to give our guest a haircut.”

“As you wish.” He immediately walked downstairs.

(Y/N) stepped inside her room and finally allowed her muscles to unwind the coils of tension. The faint tingling of bliss fading as she laid down on her bed. Now the ball was in his court if he wanted to pursue her or not. She got up heading into her own bathroom to shower and tend to her own needs. She couldn’t help herself to glance at the door or mirror to see if Soldier Boy would be there. He never was and she dried herself off before walking naked into her closet.

She picked out her favorite dress, an olive green, halter sundress that was modest and sexy. (Y/N) braided her hair off to the side and took her contacts out, placing her black rimmed glasses over her eyes. Looking in the mirror she gave herself a nod of approval before turning around to see Soldier Boy leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m a little underdressed.” He chuckled.

“I think you look good. I don’t think there’s a single picture of you in civilian clothes. This is a nice change.”

Boy was it, as her eyes traveled the length of his body. Light gray sweatpants hung low on his narrow hips leaving very little to the imagination of what was held within them. His broad chest and shoulders were covered by a white tank and New York Giants jersey. His long hair and beard were trimmed up. Her hand twitching at her side to touch the silky locks.

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it downstairs for dinner.”

She looked away bashfully dragging her bottom lip beneath her teeth, “Then I guess we should head downstairs. Did you find the whiskey and medicine to be to your liking?”

He stepped aside for her to pass by him. She brushed against him hearing the low groan rumbling in his chest.

“You did good kid. I missed bennies, it’s how we won D-Day, you know.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks clenching her jaw swallowing the bitter rage trying to fly out of her mouth from being called a kid. That’s when she felt a hot, firm body press against her back. His hands gripped her hips pulling her ass against his hard length.

“Two can play this game, but you’ll realize I’m better at it. But it’s fun to see you try to get a rise out of me.”

He let her go and pushed past her making his way down the hallway. (Y/N) took a deep breath trying to calm the frantic nerves buzzing in her stomach.

“Challenge accepted, Soldier Boy.” She whispered before following him to the kitchen.

The cook had prepared steaks, baked potatoes and salad for dinner. (Y/N) motioned to her to serve Soldier Boy first. She watched as his eyes traveled the older woman’s body, tilting his head to get a different view of her ass as she walked away. There was no reason now to play the bashful innocent woman. When his eyes met hers she continued to glare as the cook served her meal.

“Thank you. You can leave for the evening.” She reached out to the older woman smiling genuinely, “I appreciate you and the rest of the staff staying here for so long. You have done a marvelous job keeping everything perfect. Please tell the rest of the staff to take the night off and go home.”

“Yes ma’am. We’re glad to see you back home.”

(Y/N) arched an eyebrow at the curious look her superhero was giving her. She cut into her steak ignoring him for the moment. The tension between them was growing as they ate in silence. She would catch him staring at her and he would catch her watching him devour his food. When they were both done, she stood grabbing her plate then his. His hand grasped her wrist pulling her onto his lap as she set the plates on the table.

“As much as I love this little game we’re playing. I want to know what your real intentions are.”

“With what exactly? My vendetta against Vought or with you?” She asked, slipping her arm around his neck.

His eyes closed as her fingers stretched up into his hair, “Both.”

“Both answers are easy. Vought screwed over my father and in turn my family. I simply want to take out Edgar and I figured helping you get back at your team is a bonus.”

“And me?” His eyes were dark, shining with desire again.

“I want your help taking down Vought…” She paused, leaning in until her lips nearly brushed against his, “and I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckled as she leaned back, “You’re a little young for me?”

She laughed getting off his lap, “Sweetheart, the only women old enough for you are in graves. If you want that then I’ll take you to the nearest cemetery.”

“You have a smart mouth on you.”

(Y/N) knew she had him hooked now it was time to reel him in. She untied the top of her dress letting it drop as she unzipped it. His eyes slowly took her in, standing bare in front of him. She straddled his waist, running her hands beneath his jersey and rubbing herself against him.

“Yes, I do and it has many uses. I would love to show you, but if you think you can’t keep up old man then I guess I’ll go take care of myself.”

Soldier Boy snarled before picking her up with ease roughly dropping her on the table, “Fuck that, I’ll show you what this old man can do.”

He pushed his sweats down next to the jersey he nearly ripped from his body. As he pulled the tank over his head, (Y/N) rubbed herself gathering her arousal of them then sucking them cleaning.

“Mmm, I taste so good. You should taste me first before you fuck me.”

Watching Soldier Boy drop to his knees nearly made her cum as she rubbed herself slowly. The moment his tongue ran up her, (Y/N) arched her back and the all too familiar burn of pleasure flowed in her veins. Looking down, his eyes locked with hers beginning to glow a vibrant, neon green and she smiled.

“Such a good boy, eating me out. Fuck, need to feel your fingers deep inside me.”

He obeyed immediately, pushing two thick fingers in her. Running her fingers into his hair, she grinded herself against his face not caring if he needed to breathe or not.

“Keep going Ben, I’m so close to cumming. Oh god, Ben just like that.”

His fingers fucking her, his mouth working over her clit and his beard rubbing against her bare skin sent her over the edge. Crying out his real name as she squeezed her thighs around his head. When she let go of him, he was panting.

(Y/N) sat up keeping her legs spread for him, “Standing.”

Soldier Boy’s eyes were still glowing as her powers weaved into his mind. He followed her command looking slightly confused and taken back.

“Now Benjamin, I need you to fuck me nice and hard. I need you to cum inside of me as I’m cumming.”

She watched as he stroked his cock aligning himself with her. He pulled her ass to the edge of the table then pushed inside of her slowly until snapping his hips against her.

“Fuck!” She cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Fuck me hard against the wall, Ben.”

He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and went to the nearest wall pressing her back against it. He thrusted hard and deep inside of her. In all the times she had used her powers to control the minds of others, she had never enjoyed as much as at this moment. Her powers were rooted in connecting with the person and there was no greater emotional or physical connection than sex.

“Harder Ben… oh god, fuck me harder.”

He slammed into her and (Y/N) could feel the bruises forming already. She knew she was playing with fire asking the man with superhuman strength to fuck her hard. She needed to feel it though. She needed him to make her cum and she was so close.

“Like that Ben, oh fuck, I’m so close. Make me cum Benjamin. Fuck!”

Waves of overwhelming pleasure hit her and as he knocked her back against the wall hard.

“Fuck! Fuck! (Y/N)!” He cried out her name burying his head into her neck.

He stumbled backwards keeping a firm hold on her as he leaned against the table. His cock still inside of her as she took everything he had within her. His hands were trembling as he gripped beneath her ass keeping her in place. (Y/N) pressed her forehead against his.

“Look at me Ben.”

His eyes connected with hers and she could see the flecks of neon green within his olive ones. Her powers were flowing down her veins like lava and she rotated her hips against him. He groaned, immediately grinding himself against her.

“Such a good boy. Now, you’re going to carry me to my bedroom and we’re going to get cleaned up. Then you’re going to fuck me again.”

“Yes ma’am.” He carried her as she asked and followed every order she gave.

When exhaustion took over his body, (Y/N) picked up her cell phone hitting the only number saved within it.

“Hello dad, I have him.”

Mindstorm’s low chuckle came through, “Good girl, Temptress. You know what to do with him. Make sure he knows I had nothing to do with Vought’s plan and it was all Noir’s doing.”

“Yes sir.” She smiled, looking over at the man sleeping peacefully next to her, “Once I have him take out Edgar and everyone else in our way. Then… then I get what you promised?”

There was a long sigh, “Yes, once I have control over Vought then you and Soldier Boy can live happily ever after. You will never hear from me again.”

(Y/N) hung up the phone, snuggling up next to Ben. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way. Mindstorm is a mean fuck, but he’s still my dad. Once you use your new powers from the Russians to wipe out all the Supes at Vought tower then we can live a happy, honest life together.”

She wrapped his arm around her, “Hold me.”

He pulled her into his chest, sighing. She nuzzled her head against his chest allowing herself to tell the truth while he slept.

“My codename is Temptress and I can control your mind with a deep, personal connection. One day, I hope you’ll be able to love me as much as I do and then I won’t have to control your mind. Until then, you’ll be my weapon to wield. Starting with Vought then your backstabbing team and finally my father.”

She kissed his chest as he hugged her closer, “I love you Soldier Boy. Sweet dreams, my destroyer of worlds.”

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Snow Globe

Title: Snow Globe Summary: Headed back from a hunt, Dean pulls over when it starts snowing. Paring: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 834 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Square Filled: First Snowfall Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: None

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Dean stared out over the dash of Baby. The roads were slick from rain as they drove back to Kansas. Glancing over, (Y/N) had her head pressing against the window sleeping peacefully. In the last year, a lot for him had changed including this amazing woman beside him slicing her way into his heart. He had tried to push her away, but she was more stubborn than he was.

He reached over grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. Her eyes fluttered open long enough to slide over and snuggle into his side. Her head resting on his chest, bringing his arm down over her chest hugging it to her. Looking out over the road again, there was nothing Dean could imagine being more perfect than him and (Y/N) cruising down an empty highway in Baby.

As he crossed over the Kansas state line, the universe decided to show him how things could be even better. Snowflakes began falling on the windshield and the fields around them began to be covered in a soft white blanket. Dean pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, watching the snow falling all around them.

“(Y/N)? Hey sweetheart, wake up.” He whispered, kissing the top of her head.

“What? Tired and warm. Not waking up.” She grumbled, snuggling against him more.

Dean chuckled, lifting her chin to kiss down her nose then her lips, “I promise it’s worth opening your eyes for.”

“This better be good, Winchester…” She groaned, “Oh wow.”

He watched her eyes widened as she looked all around them. The snow was steadily coming down all around them. A beautiful smile spread across her face when she looked back at him.

“It’s like we’re in our own personal snow globe.”

Her childlike wonder never ceases to amaze him. All the bad, the ugly, the truly terrible things she had seen in her life and yet she could still see the good in the world. And in him.

“I love you.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could even think about them. (Y/N)'s smile turned into a grin before she chuckled.

“I know.” She leaned up kissing him, “But it’s nice to finally hear you say it.”

“I… wh-what?” He stammered, bringing out her beautiful laugh.

“The whole, I-Don’t-Do-Love mask never worked on me. I could see through it and knew you needed to come to the realization that you love me on your own time.” (Y/N) kissed him again, “You are worth waiting for and that’s what I did.”

His mind and heart were having a loud argument rather to be impressed or upset or accepting that the woman before him was one of a kind. She deserved better than some grunt. She deserved the world at her feet worshiping her like the goddess she is.

“Stop it. I can see what you're thinking and it’s not true. I’m right where I belong. By your side, in Baby going down crazy street.” She slid over to her side, opening the door, “Now come on, let’s go play in the snow!”

Completely stunned, he watched her outside twirling in the falling snow trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue. Dean got out, leaning against Baby and watching the woman he loved laughing like a child.

“Come on, Dean!”

She pulled him out into the middle of the road, looking up to the sky and sticking her tongue. He mirrored her and started laughing as she began to twirl them both around.

When they stopped, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. Her arms slipped around his waist beneath his jacket.

“Whoa! Cold!” He broke the kiss when her cold hands went up into his shirt sending waves of cold against his skin.

“Let’s get back to the bunker so you can warm me up.” She whispered against his lips before kissing him.

When she went to step away he pulled her back to him, “I think you forgot something.” He smirked.

“What?”

He placed his hands on either side of her face, “I love you, (Y/N).”

Dean needed to hear her say it back. It had been killing him that she hadn’t said it back. Logically, he knew it was ridiculous to need her to say it. To reassure him that he was indeed loved and worthy of her saying those three words to him.

“Dean Winchester, are you having a chick flick moment?” She giggled.

He rolled his eyes, “So sue me. Please…”

Her arms slipped around neck, “I love you too, Dean. I’m like crazy, stupid in love with you and if you can get us home then I will spend the rest of the night showing you how much I love you.”

Dean scooped her up over his shoulder and carried her to the backseat of Baby. Her giggles filled the car until they were silenced by him showing her how much he truly loved her.

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Extra Dessert

Title: Extra Dessert Summary: Dean has to go out to return a few presents with (Y/N) earning a special reward. Paring: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 935 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff/Implied Smut Square Filled: Day After Christmas Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: None

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Christmas had been everything Dean had wished for and more. Everyone had made their way to the bunker for Christmas dinner and presents. Sam had proposed to Eileen in front of the Christmas tree. Cas had to explain to Jack how Santa got into the bunker to set the presents under the tree with a chimney. Jody, Donna and the girls were all sitting around the map table telling Mary and Bobby about their latest cases. Charlie and Rowena were off to the side discussing their next road trip to Atlantic City. However, the best moment was walking into his Dean Cave and finding his beautiful girlfriend wrapped up in a bow. Only a bow. He then spent the rest of the evening unwrapping and enjoying her gift of love.  

Dean woke up to (Y/N)’s side of the bed empty and heard the door creaking open.

“Rise and shine, handsome.”

Fresh coffee and bacon filled his nose as he propped himself up on his elbow, “How about you come back to bed and we ignore the world.”

“No can do. I volunteer us for returns duty. We have quite a few presents that need to be exchanged and I figured you would be itching to get out of the bunker.”

She set the tray of breakfast over his lap as he sat up in bed, “No itching. Not a single itch. All I want to do is lay in bed with you all day and ignore the world.”

(Y/N) held a piece of bacon up to his lips, “Sorry handsome, I made a promise and I intend to keep it. I can always take Baby out myself…”

“Sweetheart, I love you and would do anything for you. However, I draw the line at my Baby.”

She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, “I would have you no other way. Finish your breakfast and be ready in 30.”

She walked out of the room then stuck her head back in, “And I love you.”

Nearly two hours and three stores later, Dean was muttering curse words beneath his breath trying to navigate through the packed parking lot of Target. Soccer moms were whipping their vans in and out of parking spots and lanes like Nascar drivers. His knuckles were white from gripping Baby’s steering wheel.

“Damn… freaking… watch it momma bear!” He yelled out to the hundredth minivan to almost hit his Baby.

Finally, he found a spot and grabbed the six bags worth of stuff to exchange. People were shoving and pushing their way inside towards the customer service desk as Dean followed (Y/N). She was looking down at the receipts as a woman shoved past him.

“Excuse you.” She sneered, rolling her eyes.

“Oh no, excuse me for merely standing here trying to return my stuff. Had no idea this whole store was only for you!” Dean called out as (Y/N) covered his mouth.

“Handsome, I know you’re tired and frustrated. I promise when we get home we can lock ourselves away in our room and ignore the world. I need you to be patient and not yell at the Target moms.”

“You’re lucky I love you. I promise to try and not yell at the soccer moms.” He grunted.

She gave him a peck on the lips before turning back around as the line moved forward. Dean looked down at his watch seeing it was almost noon. They inched closer and closer to the clerk taking returns. His arms and hands were aching from holding the bags. (Y/N) had her arm around his waist as her hand rubbed firm circles along his lower back. He glanced down at the time on (Y/N)’s phone seeing it was ten minutes past one o’clock.

“Son of a bitch…”

“What?” (Y/N) looked up, arching an eyebrow at him.

There were still four people in front of them, “We’ve been in this godforsaken line for over an hour. Isn’t there a way to speed this up?”

She smiled, “Remember patience and then hiding away from the world. That’s the light at the end of this tunnel.”

“Yeah but this tunnel doesn’t seem to ever end. I’m stuck in Target line hell and can’t escape.”

(Y/N) slipped her hand around his neck pulling him down until her lips pressed right below his ear. Goosebumps raced across his body making him shiver.

“If you're a good boy then I’ll do the thing you love for me to do.” She whispered.

Dean took a step back, staring down at her, “Are you serious? Don’t toy with me right now?”

(Y/N) giggled as she drew a cross over her heart, “Cross my heart. I will do the whole thing for you, but you have to be patient here while we wait in line.”

From that moment until they were walking out of Target with their exchange gift cards, Dean was on his best behavior. After having a nice dinner with everyone, he went in search of (Y/N) to head to bed after an exhausting day. Walking into their room, he found her lying on the bed placing the last mound of whip cream on her breasts.

“Hungry?” She smirked.

He licked his lips as his eyes traveled down her body. His mouth watering at the sight of her lying there in a whip cream bikini.

“Ravenous.” Dean pulled off his shirt diving head first between her legs, “I feel like I earned this extra dessert.”

Her moan echoed throughout the room, “Oh god, yes you did handsome… yes you did.”

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Is This Real?

Title: Is This Real? Summary: Dean gets the surprise of his life when (Y/N) suddenly shows up on his doorstep. Paring: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2123 Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Square Filled: Witches Spell Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: None

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For the first time since finding the bunker, Dean had it decked out for the holidays. At first, Sammy had grumbled about it, but eventually even he enjoyed reading by the Christmas tree in the library. Which is where Dean was currently enjoying a bourbon with Trans Siberian Orchestra playing in the background. With Sam out on a case with Eileen, he was left to get everything ready for their big Christmas shindig.

He was mid-drink when the iron door creaked open, “Sammy? That was quic–”

At the top of the stairs was the only person he loved more than Sam or Cas. She was gripping the railing and breathing heavily.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

He met her halfway up the stairs taking a hold of her arm and waist. His heart stopped as a low moan escaped her lips. They made it down the stairs and he sat her in one of the chairs.

“Wit-Witch… curse… fuck.” She panted, her hands going for his belt.

Dean immediately stepped away as she whimpered, reaching out to him. He pulled out his cell dialing Sam.

“Dean, this better be life or death.” He heard giggling in the background.

“Sammy, it’s (Y/N). A witch hexed her and… well she’s not acting right.”

The giggling stopped as Sam spoke, “What is she doing? Do you know what kind of hex?”

He looked over to see her hands running down her body and suddenly his jeans were a little too tight. Beads of sweat were running down the side of her face and her head fell back over the chair.

“Dude, I’m pretty sure it some kind of sex hex. She tried taking off my belt and now she’s touching her…”

“Alright! I don’t need to hear any more. Trying to get her into the shower room and run cool water over her. If you can get any info on the witch let me know and we’ll start looking into a few curses.”

“Thanks Sam and I’m sorry… to, ya know, interrupt your night.”

Dean ended the call, walking back over to (Y/N). Her hands clenched the hem of his shirt trying to push it up.

“Please… oh god Dean, the pressure is too much. Please, I need you.” She begged.

Dean let out a long breath, “Sweetheart, any other time I would be all over you, but not like this. Not when it’s not real.”

He was able to pick her up and carry her into the shower room. He turned the water to cool and placed her underneath it. He noticed her eyes were a vibrant green unlike her normal beautiful color. His phone vibrated against the sink and he quickly answered it.

“Tell me you got something.”

Sam let out a nervous chuckle, “From everything I can find without knowing who the witch is, says the same thing. Either the witch has to end the hex or…”

(Y/N)’s moan echoed off the walls as Dean turned around seeing the last remaining piece of clothing landing on the floor in a wet pile. Sure, he had seen her in her bra and panties while patching her up. He had fantasized a million times of seeing her naked. Now she was lying beneath the water cascading down her body as her fingers pinched her nipples.

“O-Or what Sam?” He gritted his teeth from his cock throbbing from the scene before him.

“You have to help her finish.”

The world momentarily stopped for Dean, “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”

“Yes and no. You could have sex with her and immediately break the curse. Or, you might be able to talk her through making herself orgasm.” There was a pause as Dean watched (Y/N)’s hand slip lower down her body, “Dean… I know you have feelings…”

“Not now Sam. First, we need to get (Y/N) right, hunt down the witch that hexed her and then deal with the chick flick moments. I’ll let you know when it’s done.”

Before Sam could say anything he ended the call. Walking towards her, Dean sat far enough away that she wouldn’t be able to touch him, but could see him clearly. As much as he wanted to have sex with her, he couldn’t. Not like this. He wanted it to be real with her. He cared about her to damn much to just fuck her even if it was to save her life. However, he could guide her through it.

“Pretty girl, look at me.”

Her wide, panic filled eyes locked with his. Her bottom lip disappeared beneath her teeth as he unfastened his belt and pants.

“Sweetheart, I need you to touch yourself. I need you to show me exactly what you want me to do if we were to be together.”

A low whine came from her as she sat up, “I… I can’t. Need you. Can only be you Dean.”

“I’m right here, pretty girl. Touch yourself for me, please. Show me how you would rub yourself and tease yourself.”

Dean lifted his hips enough to push his jeans down around his knees. Giving him a brief moment of relief as his cock was freed from the restraints. He made the mistake of looking at her and a current of desire shot through him. (Y/N) was staring at him holding his length in his hand and her tongue darted out over her lips.

“Fu-Fuck me, Dean. I need you inside me.” She let out a shaky moan as she rubbed herself, “Oh god… need you to make me cum.”

He swallowed hard as he slowly started to stroke himself, “I promise sweetheart, I’m gonna make you cum. We’re both going to cum together, but I can’t… I can’t touch you. Not like this, not yet.”

“I feel so close. Need more. Need you. Shit… fuck…” Her hand was feverishly rubbing her clit and his hips were thrusting up against nothing.

Dean picked up his own pace feeling he wasn’t going to last much longer either. The warmth from his belly was spreading down his legs making them tingle. He focused on (Y/N)’s face trying not to stare at her getting herself off.

“Pretty girl,” He grunted, “Push two fingers inside of you. Feel yourself cumming on them. I need you to cum with me and I’m so fucking close.”

He was barely holding back from shooting his load all over himself, but he needed her to cum first. Not only to break whatever curse was on her, but because he was selfish. He wanted to see her cum and if this was going to be his own chance then he wanted to memorize every second of it.

“Dean! Oh fuck, Dean!” She cried out, pushing her fingers deep inside of her.

Her head was thrown back in pleasure as her spread legs shook. Fingering herself through the powerful, magic inducing orgasm wrecking through her body. Seeing her writhing on the floor had his own release exploding over his body.

“Fuck! Oh fuck…” He grunted, jerking off his cock.

Before the high of his orgasm could fade, Dean watched as (Y/N)’s body went limp on the floor and he quickly crawled over to her.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Open those beautiful eyes for me, pretty girl.” He tapped her cheek firmly holding his breath.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open revealing the beautiful (Y/C/E) eyes he fell in love with when he first met her nearly a decade ago. He pulled up his pants, securing them enough to pick her up and carry her to her room within the bunker. Laying her on the bed, he pulled the covers over her.

“T-Thank you.” She mumbled before her eyes closed and her breathing became steady, falling asleep.

Over the next few days, things between him and her were tense and awkward. They spent most of her time in the bunker avoiding each other except when they went out to find the he-witch that cursed her. Dean had enjoyed beating the crap out of him before (Y/N) ended him with one of her witch killing bullets.

Now, everyone was over for Christmas and Dean was no longer in the holiday mood. He was sitting alone in his man cave drinking whiskey from the bottle. The only lights on were the string lights around the ceiling and they were set for dim making it as dark as his mood was.

“Dean?”

Her voice had warm currents of electricity flowing over his skin, “Hey.”

“Sam and Cas were looking for you. Everything okay?”

He took another long drink from the bottle before she walked over taking it from him. He watched as she tipped the mouth of the bottle to her lips while taking a drink. Her tongue darted out, swiping the small drops left on her lips. He clenched his fist on his thigh as his cock begged to come out.

Her eyes darted down to his fist then shined with tears welling within them. His heart cracked.

“I can see I’ve overstayed my welcome. I’ll grab my stuff and head out.”

She started towards the door when he stood and grasped her wrist. Pulling her to him, Dean didn’t know how to tell her everything. That he loved her. He wanted her to move into the bunker forever. He wanted to wake up every morning beside her. Make love to her.

“Dean, please. You’re making this hard for me.”

He snapped out of his mind, “Making what hard?”

“Look, I don’t remember anything that happened when I was cursed. All I remember is I woke up naked in my bed here with you sleeping on my floor. I know Sam told me what happened when I arrived here and in the shower room. I know you must hate the sight of me. I don’t want things to be weird around us.”

He closed his eyes, running his trembling hands down her arms. He squeezed her hands trying to center his desire filled mind to find the right words.

“(Y/N), I don’t want things to be weird either, but I also can’t go back to the way things were.”

She sniffled, “I know. Which is why I’m going to leave and never bother you again. I’m so-sorry for always being a burden.”

“You’re not… why do you think you’re a burden? You’ve never been a burden.”

“I got tricked by the he-witch because I was in his bar drinking away my feelings for you. That’s why he hexed me so I would have no choice but face you. To tell you that I love you and want to be with you. I know you don’t want that. Not with me anyway. I’m just… I'm nobody.”

Dean swore he heard pieces of his heart shattering on the ground in between them. (Y/N) pulled away from him walking towards the door and he knew this would be the only moment he had to tell her the truth or to let her go once and for all.

“(Y/N), wait!” He caught her at the door.

“Please don–”

She never finished the sentence as Dean pressed her against the door and kissed her. His hands on either side of her face while hers gripped the hem of his flannel.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much that my chest hurts when you’re not here with me. I’m not good enough for you so I stayed away hoping you would find someone worthy of your love. After watching you be hexed, I can’t stand the thought of anyone else being with you, touching you, loving you.”

Tears were coming down her cheeks, “When Sam told me that you didn’t have sex with me to break the curse, I figured it was because I repulsed you. That you couldn’t be attracted to someone as damaged as I am.”

“Sweetheart, there is nothing about you that is repulsive or damaged. You are all that is good in this fucked up world. If I make love to you it won’t be when you are hexed and won’t remember it. I love you too much to take an easy way to get into your pants. I want to earn that honor to love you.”

He stared down at her as she searched his eyes, “You earned that honor the moment you swooped in and saved me from a pack of wolves. I’m yours.”

That was all he needed to hear before picking her up and taking her to his room. For the rest of the night, he spent showing her how much he loved her.

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12 Days of Christmas: Winchester Edition

Title: 12 Days of Christmas: Winchester Edition Summary: (Y/N) plans out an epic gift that spans over the 12 days before Christmas. Main Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader/Sam Winchester x Reader/Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 5437 Secret Santa: @kickingitwithkirk​  A/N: This is for @spnfanficpond Secret Santa Fic Exchange

(Y/N) was waiting patiently for her two favorite men to return home from their hunt. It would be their last hunt until the new year. Any cases to come pop up would be handled by the AU hunters or Castiel and Jack. That was all (Y/N) had asked for this Christmas… quality, uninterrupted time with her boys. In order for her plan to go without a hitch, they had to be home with her for the next twelve days.

She looked up to the large iron door as it creaked open. Walking in, looking exhausted and dirty, was Sam and Dean Winchester. They walked down the stairs before finally noticing all the changes she had made while they were gone. Hazel and olive wide eyes looked around to see the map table covered with a large Christmas tree fully decorated. Christmas lights were hung around the banister and instrumental Christmas music played throughout the library.

“What is all this?” Sam asked with a slow smile appearing on his face.

She walked over with two cups of eggnog for each of them, “This is the beginning of my Christmas present you both agreed too.”

The brothers looked at one another before sandwiching her between them in a hug. She wrapped her arms around Sam’s waist feeling Dean’s arms wrapped around hers. There was no safer or better place to be than between the Winchesters.

“Tell us, what do the next 12 days look like for us?” Dean asked.

They stepped away from her, each taking a sip of her heavily spiked nog. They chuckled, walking around to the newly arranged library with couches instead of a couple of the wooden tables.

“First, the two of you will go get cleaned up and put your dirty laundry in the washroom. Then, we will have dinner and I will explain everything.” She kissed each of their cheeks, “Thank you for giving me the best present ever.”

They both leaned down kissing each of her cheeks, “Anything for you sweetheart.”

Sam nodded in agreement then both men headed off towards their room. (Y/N) spent the next hour making sure their dinner was prepared and her present was ready to give to them. She was placing their food on the table in the library when Sam walked up the small set of steps from the hallway. His long, chestnut hair was still damp and the collar of his flannel popped up. (Y/N) walked up to him, fixing his collar before he leaned down pressing his lips to her.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

“Me too.”

They both began to laugh softly hearing Dean’s heavy footsteps coming down the hall. He stopped for a moment before rolling his eyes at his brother.

“Man, he got to you first.” Dean playfully pushed his brother out of the way before kissing her as well.

She heard Sam groan, “Well if you didn’t take forever in the shower…”

“Needed to make sure all the vamp juices were off me.” He kissed her quickly once more, “Now, let’s eat! I’m starving.”

When they had met five years earlier, the Winchesters had saved her from being a djinn’s personal mind playground. The attraction was immediate making (Y/N) fall head over heels for both of them. As she got to know them, the family business, their chosen family. It became apparent that there would be no way for her to ever choose one over the other. When both of them had separately told her about having feelings for her that was when she went to both of them with an option c.

Now, two years later, they were one, big, happy unit. The three of them. Together.

“Baby, this dinner was amazing. Thank you.” Sam held her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

Dean placed the last bite in his mouth, moaning his appreciation, “The pie was even better. Mmm, love me some pumpkin pie.”

(Y/N) smiled, “I’m glad you both enjoyed it. Leave the dishes for later and come with me to the tree.”

They all walked over to the high standing tree with a single bright green box with a red bow on it. (Y/N) picked up the box, cradling it within her arms.

“I know you’ve never really had a traditional Christmas or life for that matter,” They chuckled as she continued, “I thought we could start our own little tradition for Christmas.”

Dean bounced on the heel of his feet, “Sounds good to me. Maybe you can get Mr. Grinch to actually like Christmas.”

“I don’t dislike Christmas. Just don’t have any good memories from it.” He smiled at (Y/N), “Maybe now I will.”

“I hope so.” She handed Sam a large card with both their names on it.

Sam & Dean,

For the next twelve days one of you will draw a present out of the box. No matter what it is, you and I will do whatever is on the card. I picked activities that you individually would like to do. I wanted to be able to spend time with each of you and with all of us together.

Day 1 will be for Sam to draw then the next night will be Dean and so on. Day 6 will be for both of you to draw as well as Day 12. I hope you like this present and enjoy our time spent together. I love you both.

Merry Christmas, (Y/N)

She chewed on her lip nervously as their eyes reread the card silently. They looked at one another before glancing over to her with small smiles playing on their lips. Sam handed the card to Dean before closing the distance between her and him. She held out the box to him which only had his cards within it. He closed his eyes, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he shuffled the cards before pulling one.

“Serial Killer Documentary Marathon” He chuckled.

“Seriously?” Dean scoffed, “I hope that’s not one of my cards.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Each set of cards are tailored to you both. Things you would like to do but don’t normally get to.” She looked up at Sam, “I’ll meet you here tomorrow at ten o’clock in the morning with the projector all set up and every serial killer documentary I can find.”

The genuine smile on Sam’s face was worth all the work she had put into this idea.

He leaned down kissing her then whispered on her lips, “Looking forward to it, babe.”

(Y/N) looked to Dean who was pouting slightly, “You can come pick your card at ten o’clock tomorrow night. For now, let’s all go snuggle together and watch a movie.”

They all went into (Y/N)’s room which had a king size bed crammed into it and a TV where they all snuggled together watching all of ten minutes of a movie before they began other activities.

DAY 1 - SAM

“Bundy?”

“36 confirmed.”

“Dahmer?”

Sam’s eyes never left the screen, “17.”

(Y/N) was trying to think of one he wouldn’t know, “Gunness?”

“14 but they believe she killed up to 40. Nice try throwing a female serial killer in there. They’re rare.”

She laughed, turning her attention back to the documentary on the Green River Killer, “Your mind truly is an encyclopedia of weird.”

He grinned at her with a slow nod, “Probably why none of my relationships have ever worked out. Edging that fine line between creeper and gentleman.”

(Y/N) snuggled into his side, “You’re not a creeper and I would have you no other way.”

They took a break for some lunch and to stretch their legs. As they were watching the last documentary, (Y/N) was settled between his long legs with her head resting on his stomach. She pushed herself a little further up his body trying to get comfort when her breasts brushed against his hard length. A low groan rumbling deep within his chest.

Their eyes connected for a moment before she was crawling up and straddling his waist. He pulled her down, capturing her lips. His hands slowly trailing down her sides and grasping her hips.

“Is it weird that we’ve been watching about horrible, terrible murders all day and I’m harder than rock?” He mumbled against her lips, guiding her hips against him.

She softly giggled, “I like to think you're turned on from snuggling and cuddling with me all day and not the serial killers. Unless…”

He growled, nipping at her neck playfully, “Definitely you and now I need to be buried inside you before Dean comes to pick his card.

An hour later, they were sitting on the couch fully dressed with satisfying smiles on their faces when Dean flopped down next to Sam.

“You smell like sex.”

Sam arched an eyebrow at him, “Jealous?”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burning even though there was no reason to be embarrassed. She still had moments of uncertainty when the brothers would talk about one or the other sleeping with her.

“Nope, because I get her all to myself tomorrow.” He winked at her, “Speaking of… can I pick my card now?”

They all walked back over to the tree where the box was now filled with all of Dean’s cards. He clapped his hands excitedly like a little kid before wildly rummaging his hand all around the box. He held his card high in the air as if he had chosen the golden ticket.

“Dinner. You choose anything and everything you want for an appetizer, main course and dessert. Dinner will be served in the library at six o’clock sharp.”

Dean’s olive eyes darkened as he narrowed them on her, “Anything I want?”

Sam rolled his eyes as (Y/N) squeezed her thighs together before answering him, “Actually food, pretty boy.”

“Damn… alright. I’ll think about it and let you know in the morning. Enjoy the rest of your serial killer marathon.”

DAY 2 - DEAN

The next morning, (Y/N) found a note from Dean taped to her door with his dinner request.

All I want is you. You know I’ll eat anything you cook and I just want to spend time with you. -D

(Y/N) giggled at the implication he was making, but then inspiration struck her. She went in search of Sam for his assistance and to make sure he knew not to be here for dinner time. Pulling out her phone, she texted Dean their schedule for the day.

Hey pretty boy! I want you to make sure Baby is squeaky clean and set her up in the garage where Sam hung a large white sheet. After dinner, you and I are going to watch a movie from Baby’s backseat. Be ready for an early dinner at 4pm. Can’t wait to see you and stay out of the kitchen until then. Love you!

His reply was immediate and made her giggle once more.

Ohhhh! Driving-in theater, but without the worry of getting caught. You better be wearing that dress I love. You know the one… ;-)

“Alright Sam, let’s get this kitchen all ready for Dean.”

He chuckled, “I’ll only admit this to you, but I’m a little jealous right now.”

She pushed herself up to kiss his lips, “There’s still plenty of chances for you to pull your own dinner card, handsome.”

Five minutes to four, Sam placed the finishing touch on Dean’s dinner and gave her lips a quick peck before leaving the kitchen. (Y/N) heard Sam talking to Dean and his low chuckle before heavy footsteps continued to get closer. She smiled as Dean walked into the kitchen and immediately stopped in his tracks. His wide olive eyes trailing down the table as his tongue darted out over his lips.

“Sweetheart, you have really outdone yourself this time. Good god…”

(Y/N) was lying on top of the picnic style table surrounded by a buffet of homemade tacos. Tortilla chips were placed along her chest leading down her stomach to the dessert of the evening. Still warm and resting partially on her thighs and aching mound was a fresh apple pie.

“Well, you said all you wanted was me, but I thought you might want an appetizer before the main course and dessert.”

(Y/N) now noticed Dean was untying the tie around his neck. He had on his best fed suit and flowers in his hands. For a moment, she regretted thinking with her pussy and not her heart. Tears sprang to her eyes.

“You dressed up for our dinner… and brought me flowers. Now who is the sex craze fiend.”

He shook his head as he slipped his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves, “Beautiful, this is perfect and I love you for it. I haven’t looked at tacos the same since the Trickster killed me with one. Now I will never look at them without thinking of you naked and covered in them.”

He undid the first couple of buttons on his shirt before bending over and picking up a chip from her stomach with his mouth. (Y/N) let out a shaky breath as he continued to crunch his way up her body until hovering over her breast. Gently taking the chip placed on her nipple. His teeth grazed over it and a low moan rumbled from her chest. Once he swallowed the chip, he ran his tongue over the sensitive nub and it took everything in (Y/N)’s power not to move.

“Dean…” She breathed.

He backed away from her grabbing a plate of tacos and carrying them over to the counter, “These look delicious and I do want to taste them… later. I have a feeling the others will have to be sacrificed to me wanting dessert first.”

She watched Dean pick up the pie and place it next to the saved tacos. He took out a spoon, scooping out some of the apple filling and walking back over to her. (Y/N) bent her legs spreading them for him to see her slick lips.

She yelled out when he placed the warm apple filling against her, “Dean!”

Tossing the spoon behind him, Dean pulled her to the edge of the table knocking the rest of the tacos and food onto the floor. Her legs rested on his shoulders as he licked the pie off of her. Flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit.

“I never thought pie could taste any better but damn it is so much better mixed with you.”

(Y/N) gripped the edge of the table pushing herself against his mouth and tongue. Having Sam helping set her up had already sent her into a frenzy and now Dean was driving her quickly over the edge. Over her panting and moan, she heard his belt coming undone and she grasped his hair pulling his face from her.

“Don’t you dare touch that beautiful cock of yours. I want to know what apple pie tastes on you.”

His jaw slacked for a brief second before bringing one hand up on her thigh and the other pushing two long, thick fingers inside of her.

“Then I guess you better cum soon before you make me cum untouched.”

(Y/N)’s head fell back onto the table with a thud as Dean’s mouth and fingers worked her over the edge, crying out his name. Before she could even register what Dean was doing, he kicked off his pants and boxers as he walked over grabbing the pie. He set it onto the table from where she shakily had moved from and rubbed his hard length into the pie. A small hiss and groan came from his lips as he turned towards her. She immediately knelt in front of him and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. The tart apples and sweet cinnamon mixed perfectly with Dean. Now, anytime she would eat apple pie, she would taste Dean as well.

When they were both spent lying on the floor of the kitchen in the middle of what looked like a food fight gone wrong, (Y/N) began to giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

She looked over at him covered in tortilla chips and pie crust, “I really expected you to be more interested in actually eating the food and torturing me by not giving in. It’s good to know I’m still tempting to you.”

He reached out, slipping his hand behind her neck and pulling her to him, “Sweetheart, I will always be tempted by you.”

He kissed her, “I will always want you.”

He kissed her again, “I will always love you.”

She smiled against his lips, “I love you too, pretty boy.”

DAY 3 - 5

Over the next three days, (Y/N) had gone hiking with Sam on a new trail he wanted to try out. Actually had a movie night with Dean in Baby with their favorite movies, the green cooler and snuggles. She took Sam to an animal shelter to play with all the dogs there and had to drag him away before he adopted them all.

DAY 6 - SAM & DEAN

The morning of day six, they met in front of the Christmas tree as she held the box in front of them. Opening it, they found only one card which Dean read out loud.

“Every time either of us are under the mistletoe then we get five minutes of uninterrupted kissing time. I have placed mistletoe all around the bunker and the three of us will go about our day like normal. Let the kissing begin!”

She watched as their eyes searched around the room they were in as she walked away placing the box back under the tree. Dean was the first to catch her walking down the hall from the laundry room. He pressed her against the hallway wall and she held her fingers to his lips right before he went in for this kiss.

“A kiss under the mistletoe… a mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it.” She quoted one of his favorite lines from Selina Kyle, aka, Catwoman.

He smirked before pulling his lip beneath his teeth, “But a kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it.”

(Y/N) felt her knees go weak as his lips descended on hers. For five minutes she was captured by the strong, loving man that much like Batman had saved her life from the villains of this world. When her timer went off on her phone, she found herself reluctant to move. However, she slipped beneath his arm trapping her to the wall.  

“Catch me later, pretty boy.” She kissed his cheek before leaving him there growling in horny frustration.

(Y/N) was restocking some books from her room, when Sam towered over her. His body pressing against hers as his lips left a hot trail down her neck. Pulling her down onto his lap as he sat in his favorite reading chair, she hit the timer on her phone as Sam brought her lips to his. The small grunts and tense moans drove her wild as they made out. When the timer went off, she broke the kiss and stood up from Sam’s lap.

“Times up, handsome.” She blew him a kiss as her eyes went down the obvious bulge in his jeans.

All day, the brothers would catch her around the bunker kissing her hungrily and (Y/N) would always leave them at the end of five minutes. By the end of the night, the two Winchesters were miserable and cranky from being turned on. When she opened the door to her room finding them both waiting for her naked and holding mistletoes above their heads, she chuckled.

“Awe my poor boys. C’mere and let me kiss your blues away.”

DAY 7 - SAM

Sam had pulled going to the local bookstore and coffee shop with (Y/N). Spending the day, talking to him about everything from the latest book on newly discovered folklore to him secretly loving to read Colleen Hoover books. It had been one of the most relaxing and fun days (Y/N) had ever had.

DAY 8 - DEAN

Was one of the more frustrating days as Dean pulled the one card she didn’t want him to. He excitedly drove them to one of her favorite stores nearly an hour away. She had never gone with either of the Winchesters, too embarrassed to go with either of them. As they walked inside, Love Only, her favorite clerk, was restocking some stocking stuffers near the cash register.

After the woman was done gushing over Dean, (Y/N) began to wander on her own looking over all the newest toys, videos and outfits. Dean was walking around like a kid in a candy store. (Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle as he held the little card from the box to his chest.

Go with (Y/N) to her favorite sex shop and pick out whatever you want to do with her that night.

“This is the best card ever!” He said before walking towards the far end of the store.

Dean didn’t even make it back to the bunker before pulling into a motel and having his way with her all night long. As embarrassed as she had been, the night was truly one she would never forget.

DAY 9 - SAM

She found herself dressed as one of Santa’s elves with Sam dressed as Santa as they volunteered at the local library to read to kids. Watching Sam reading as ten preschool and kindergarten kids listened to every word he was saying was special for (Y/N). She knew he always wanted a normal life and for a moment, she was able to provide that for him. When he looked up at her with a big smile spreading across his face, she thought for a moment that maybe life after hunting was possible.

When they got back to the bunker, Sam slumped down into one of the chairs in the library. (Y/N) was about to sit next to him when he pulled her to him and patted his thigh.

“Come sit on Santa’s lap.” His voice was low, “Tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”

She straddled his lap, letting Sam in on the little secret she had been keeping all night. She slipped his hand between her legs letting him feel her bare, slick lips. He growled against her neck as he nipped at it.

“I think you can figure out what I want, Santa.” His dark hazel eyes locked with hers before lifting her up onto the table and having his way with her.

DAY 10 - DEAN

The next day, she spent time with Dean helping him tune up Baby before they went out on their date. Just like with Sam, as she rode in Baby with Dean through the Winter Wonderland of Lights. (Y/N) had the deep, aching feeling that there could be life after hunting with both of the Winchesters.

She found herself staring at Dean for most of the drive through the park. His childlike wonder and pure joy as Christmas music played through the speakers as the lights shined bright within his eyes. She had no doubt in her mind that she was hopelessly devoted and in love with the man beside her. She slid over Baby’s seat and kissed Dean’s cheek.

“What was that for?” He chuckled.

“Because I love you.”

She watched as his eyes glanced down at her for a moment and stopped in the middle of the park route. He leaned over, capturing her lips for a long, slow, breath stealing kiss.

“I love you too, beautiful.” Horns began blaring behind him as he slipped his arm around her and continued driving through the Christmas lights.

DAY 11 - SAM

When Sam had pulled his card, he nearly cheered. (Y/N) knew he would be excited for a night out at their bar that was a little over an hour away. It was at that bar he had told her about his feelings for her. How Dean had feelings for her as well and he didn’t want a girl coming between them. How he wanted Dean to be happy and in love even if it meant he would be miserable. It was the bar (Y/N) had fallen completely in love with Sam and spent the rest of that night showing him how much she loved him.

Now, they were sitting at their table listening to an amazing jazz band and holding hands. They ate the most expensive meal on their menu and shared a bottle of wine together. When they went to their motel room, Sam spent the night making love to her in a way that had her heart aching for more. He was pouring his heart out to her through the small intimate whispers and time spent worshiping her body. By the time sleep drug her under, (Y/N)’s heart was bursting at the seams with love.

DAY 12 - SAM & DEAN

The morning of the twelfth day, (Y/N) placed the box out on the table with both of their names on it. She made her way into Dean’s Cave and put the finishing touches on Sam and Dean’s last present. There was no surprise as to what it would be and no chance of drawing any other card. When the brothers would open the box there would be a single card within it.

She had sent the brothers on an errand for supplies giving her plenty of time to get ready for them. From Dean’s Cave, (Y/N) heard them come through the iron door. She straightened the bow on their gift and waited to hear their heavy booted footsteps heading towards her. After several minutes, she heard them approaching the door and her heart began to race. She took a deep breath as the door opened and the two men she loved more than anything in this world stepped inside.

“Merry Christmas Sam and Dean.”

Hazel and olive eyes traveled down her bare body as she stood in the middle of the room with a bow tied around her waist then looked around the room.

With some help from their strong angel friend, (Y/N) had transformed the Dean Cave into a brand new bedroom for the three of them. A brand new king size bed was along one of the walls with an end table with the brothers' things on it. Books on Sam’s side and Busty Asian Beauties on Dean’s.

There was a long dress on the opposite wall of the bed where they each had a set of three drawers. On top of the dresser were photos of the three of them together or her with each one of the brothers.  There was a long clothing rack filled with their flannels, suits and dresses. Mounted to the wall was a TV and beneath it was a small bookcase for her and Sam’s favorite books.

“Ho-ly crap…” Dean whistled as he looked around once more briefly before his eyes came back to her.

“H-How… when… wow.” Sam stammered.

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably, “I wanted us to have a space that was ours. Not Dean’s room, or Sam’s or mine. Ours. You both still have your individual rooms if you want them.”

Sam walked up to her, kissing her cheek, “What prompted all this? Other than us having our own space together which I’m all for, by the way.”

“Me too! Though I will miss the Dean Cave, this is much, much better.” Dean stepped behind her wrapping his arms around her. His hands wandering over her skin distracting her for a moment, “Sweetheart, answer Sammy’s question.”

“Um…” She let out a long sigh as his hands covered her breast, “Over the last twelve days, I realized I’m in love with both of you and want a slice of apple pie life for us. I want you both to be able to come home to the bunker and feel like you’re stepping into a piece of normalcy. A warm, loving bed, home cooked meals and a woman that loves you.”

She looked up at Sam as he smiled, “The best of both worlds. The family business and a normal life.” His finger trailed down her body until his hand slipped between her legs.

“Hmm, being able to come home to our girl after every hunt. Home cooked meals, snuggles during movie nights and love making at night. I like the sounds of all of that.”

(Y/N) rolled her head back against Dean’s shoulders as Sam slowly rubbed gently circled against her. She grasped Sam’s forearm with one hand while the other snaked around up into Dean’s hair.

“Y-You both saved me and now all I w-want is to give you what you both want… oh god Sam.” She moaned, closing her eyes as Dean spread her legs with his knee, allowing Sam’s long fingers to tease her entrance.

Sam and Dean both asked, “And what’s that?”

“Bal…Balance. Hunting and Normal life.” Sam pushed one long finger inside of her as she gasped, “F-Fuck… and me… me not hunting and staying home safe for you b-both to come home to.”

Dean’s lips paused on her neck and Sam held his hand still buried deep inside of her. She could feel their hot gazes as she opened her eyes slowly. The warmth of Dean’s body left her and Sam withdrew his fingers making her whimper. She looked up at them, her heart suddenly aching from what she was witnessing. Sam’s eyes shining with love and admiration. A couple of wayward tears slipped down Dean’s face as his lips spread into the most beautiful, breathtaking smile she had ever seen.

“Sweetheart, that would be the best present I could ever think of receiving.”

Sam nodded in agreement, “Is that what you want?”

She giggled, “I think you should have asked me that before teasing me with those fingers of yours. All I can think about now is the two of you making love to me.”

“Oh, there’s no doubt that is going to happen, but first,” Sam pulled her in between him and Dean, “answer the question. Is this what you want? No more hunting? Keeping yourself safe in the bunker for us?”

She heard Dean kicking off his boots and his belt hitting the floor. She stared up at Sam as he shrugged out of his flannel and pulled his t-shirt over his head. (Y/N) felt Dean’s warm chest press against her back as his thick cock pressed against her ass. Sam undid his belt and pants with one hand waiting for her answer.

She had made this decision over a month ago, when she had to stay behind due to an injury. (Y/N) had helped with research from the bunker and video chatted with the boys while they were out on a hunt. When they had come home, the smiles they had seeing her waiting for them with their favorite dinner on the table had been the happiest she’s ever been.

“Yes. That is what I want, because I know that’s what you both want. If I can be that one constant source of light in your lives then that’s all that matters. I love you both. The world needs you to be out there saving people and I need you both to come back home to me. If that means I stay behind to refuel you mentally and physically to be able to go back out and save the world. Then I happily will do my part.”

Sam smiled as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs then scooped her up wrapping her legs around his waist. She giggled as he carried her to the bed and gently tossed her down onto the mattress. Dean stepped beside his brother looking down at her with a grin matching Sam’s.

“Sammy, I think we found the perfect woman.”

“I think you’re right Dean. Now, I think we need to show our unending love for her by giving us the ultimate Christmas gift.”

Their darkening eyes locked onto hers as they both crawled on either side of her. For the rest of the night, (Y/N) received the love from two of the world’s most important men. Little did they know, they had given her the best gift of all time by simply being themselves and loving her as she was.

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This Means War

Title: This Means War Summary: Jensen has declared war on their Christmas lights. Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader Word Count: 472 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Square Filled: Christmas Light Fight Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: None

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(Y/N) walked in from the garage with another box marked Christmas Decorations.

“Damn it.” Jensen muttered from the other room, “This means war you sparkly bastards…”

She looked around the corner to see her gorgeous husband sitting on the ground surrounded by Christmas lights. He had been in the same spot for she didn’t know how long, trying to untangle their Christmas lights.

“You okay?”

“No, no I’m not. I’ve spent half my afternoon untangling them.” Jensen held up the clusterfuck of lights, “Son of a bitch! It’s never ending!”

(Y/N) giggled, “Your Dean is showing pretty boy.”

His mossy eyes narrowed on the lights, “Well these fucking lights better hope only Dean comes out because if Soldier Boy starts showing up then I’m going to set them all on fire.”

(Y/N) set down the box she was holding, walking over to him, “Here, give them to me. Why don’t you go out and get us some dinner. Take a ride in Baby since you just got her all updated and pretty.”

His face immediately softened as he slipped his hand behind her neck kissing her, “Thanks babe. I love you.”

“Love you too, pretty boy. Now go.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, leaving the heap of tangled lights in front of her. (Y/N) closed her eyes hearing the familiar roar of Baby’s engine. When it faded into silence, (Y/N) began working on the lights in front of her. Within a half a hour she had all the lights neatly stretched out except for the strand hanging around her neck. Seeing her reflection in the window an idea popped into her head.

“Babe? (Y/N), I’m home.”

She heard Jensen call out from downstairs. She arranged herself on their bed perfectly before responding.

“I’m upstairs! Could you come help me, please?”

She heard his heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs, “I see you won the war with the Christmas lights.”

He stopped in the doorway with wide eyes shining from the bright lights wrapped all around her naked body. His jaw slacked for a second as his eyes roamed over her. His lips curled into a handsome smirk.

“Well… almost won the war.” He chuckled.

“Do mind helping me untangle a few more lights?” (Y/N) held up the end of the strand, “I think you’ll find victory over the lights to be very rewarding.”

He took her hand, helping her stand as he twirled her round and round unwrapping the lights from her. She giggled holding onto his shoulders to steady herself. His hands slipped around her hips and down beneath her buttcheeks. In one swoop, her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were falling back onto the bed. Forgetting all about the heap of lights on the floor they would have to untangle once more.

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Cupcake Wars

Title: Cupcake Wars Summary: Jensen has to team up with his rival for a charity event. Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader Word Count: 1260 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Square Filled: Baker!Jensen AU Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: None

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Jensen arrived on set for the filming of a new charity event in Austin. The who’s who of bakers were going to be teaming up with one another in a competition where the charity of their choice would receive ten thousand dollars. Their partners would be decided by blind draw and would have one week to bake a new cupcake creation. Walking in, he waved to the other participants, including his good buddy Jason Manns.

“Jay! How the hell are you? It’s been forever since we’ve hung out.”

He hugged his friend, “I know. Your bakery food truck is traveling everywhere nowadays. I’m surprised you were able to come here and participate. At least now I know who I need to get as my partner.”

The door opened as all eyes landed on the last baker of the competition and Jensen groaned.

“Seriously?”

Jason chuckled, “You know, she’s not a bad person once you get to know her and her cheesecakes are to die for.”

Jensen rolled his eyes as (Y/N) walked past him without a word or glance. She waved to Jason continuing towards another group of bakers.

“Oh yeah, she’s a real peach.”

The rival between Jensen and (Y/N) was famous in Austin. Their bakeries were across the street from one another. At first, it had been as simple as supply and demand. His business was there first and he wanted her to move further down 6th street. Even suggesting the building next to his best friend’s bar. In return, she held the biggest grand opening event in history and shut down all of 6th street. From that moment on, Jensen and (Y/N) did not get along.

The show runner came out to discuss how the blind draw would take place and filming schedule for each set of partners. He was thankful to know that the blind draw would not be filmed and their partners would be announced to the world when they filmed their episode.

There would be six pairs of bakers and they were down to the last four to be paired up. Jensen and Jason were still holding out hope to work together. Jensen was already planning to mix Jason’s signature smoky whiskey truffle sauce with one of his famous salted caramel and peanut butter cupcakes.

“Our next pairing will be Jensen Ackles from Batter Splatter and…”

Jensen crossed his fingers praying to the baking gods that Jason’s name was announced.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) from CheesyCakes!”

“What the…”

“Son of a…”

Jensen and (Y/N) both said slowly turning to look at one another. He should have known the universe would not cooperate with him.

“Bakers, you will meet with your partners and our producer will be around to let you know when they will be at your shops to film.”

(Y/N) walked over to him, “Let’s get this over with.”

He rolled his eyes hearing Jason wishing him luck as he followed her towards a table to sit at. If Jensen was being perfectly honest, (Y/N) was definitely easy on the eyes and knew her stuff. It was her attitude that made her insufferable.

“Look, either of us want to work with the other.” She started with.

“Agreed.”

She rolled her eyes, “Then this is how it will go. You bake your famous cupcake and I’ll make my famous cheesecake cupcake. Wham-bam, display and good to go.”

“That won’t win the competition. You do want to win, right?” He asked, arching his eyebrow at her.

He took note of the shaky breath she took in looking up at him. She bit the corner of her lip and suddenly he found himself curious to know what was running through her mind.

“Of course I want to win. My charity is important to me.”

“As is mine. We need to push aside this stupid, petty, rivalry and work together.”

The producer came at that moment discussing they would be filming four days, two each at their bakeries. They had one week to come up with the recipe and design they wanted to use to represent their charities.

“Oh wow, well at least you have it easier than the other bakeries. You both have the same charity of Out Youth Austin. Great choice. The day before filming I will come out to meet with you both and go over the exact schedule. Good luck.”

(Y/N) stared at him, “Out Youth?”

“Yes. I have a lot of the kiddos use my bakery as a meeting spot for when their schools will not allow them to meet. I make sure they all know they have an open invitation to a safe and welcoming spot.”

For the first time since meeting her, (Y/N) wore a genuine smile on her face. Jensen had not been prepared for how that smile would make his heart skip and jump within his chest. Or how he would do anything to see it again.

“That’s amazing.” She cleared her throat, “So, let’s meet up tomorrow if you have time to come up with a game plan.”

He nodded, “Sounds good. How about the little coffee shop on 6th, my treat.”

“It’s a date.” Her eyes snapped to him, “I mean, it’s a meeting… uh yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He chuckled watching her walk away quickly.

The week leading up to them filming, Jensen met with (Y/N) before their stores opened, after they closed and any time either of them had a brilliant idea pop into their heads. It was the night before their meeting and they were making a test batch of their cupcakes.

“Be careful, cheesecake batter is sensitive. We have to be precise.” (Y/N) warned him for the millionth time.

“I know. Believe it or not, I went to school for this and have made cheesecake before and successfully. Trust me.”

She scoffed, “Maybe I should do this.”

When (Y/N) tried to push him out of the way, Jensen grabbed a hold of her shoulders and gently forced her back to her spot. For a moment they were mere inches from one another and then tension pressing between them had a quiet gasp escaping from her lips. The effect it had on him was one that he had been battling all week working with her.  

“If you have to let me do something. You can’t do it all.”

“O-Okay…” She ran her hands down her thighs clasping her hands over her knees.

Now it was his turn to let out a shaky breath as he poured the batter into the cupcake pan and slid it into the oven. He left it up to her to decide when they would be ready to pull out. Nearly three hours later, their final product was plated and they were digging into one of the cupcakes.

“Hot damn!”

“Oh my god…” They both started laughing.

Suddenly (Y/N) hugged him, “We did it! We really did it!”

He looked down into her beautiful eyes and wide grin on her face. Next thing he knew, his lips were pressed against hers, tasting hints of caramel and cheesecake from their creation.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” He backed away from her.

“Jensen, don’t…”

He turned around in time for her to press herself against him, bringing his lips to hers. He lifted her up onto the counter sliding the remaining cupcakes on the floor with a loud crash. Not long after, their clothes joined the mess ending their rivalry once and for all.

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Replay Life Chap 14 - Nihilism

Title: Replay Life - S14E4 Nihilism Summary: As they get closer to the end of their rewatch, (Y/N) tells him about a job offer she received and he gets an important call from his manager. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: None Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 3263 A/N: None

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Jensen was on cloud nine since (Y/N)’s birthday a month earlier. They had gone on several dates and she now slept in his room every night. Each morning he would count his blessings that she was lying beside him. He was thoroughly enjoying his time at home which was unusual for him. Normally, Jensen was all about finding the next job since Supernatural ended, but he found himself pushing off his weekly meeting with his agent.

However, this week he couldn’t avoid her as he packed for a convention in Burlingame, California which she was driving up from Los Angeles to specifically see him. Jensen glanced over to (Y/N)’s suitcase already packed and ready to go. She had been able to finish all her projects and take the week off. Jensen planned a little getaway for them in California ending with a road trip back to Austin.

“Handsome, are you almost done?” (Y/N) called out from down the hall.

He looked up right as she walked through the door, “Almost.”

She flopped down onto the bed throwing her arm over her eyes, “Are you sure it’s a good idea for me to come to the convention with you?”

Jensen sighed before zipping his bag up, setting it next to hers, “For the last time, yes. You’ve never worried about coming to a convention before. What’s going on inside that beautiful mind of yours?”

“Things are different now,” She groaned, “Before I was only your childhood best friend, but now… now everything is different. How does a celebrity’s girlfriend act in public? What if fans approach me and interrogate me about you? What if…”

He leaned down, cutting her off by sealing his lips against hers, “Pretty girl, the only thing you have to be is you. The fans will love you and no one expects you to act any differently now that we’re together. If anything they will give me shit about finally having the balls to act on the feelings everyone knew I had.”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He kissed again, “Now, let’s get this show on the road.”

Holding his hand out for her, Jensen pulled her up off the bed and into his arms. He couldn’t resist kissing her once more before carrying their bags down to where Clif was waiting for them.

Once they were settled into their hotel room, Jensen looked down at his watch to see he needed to be down in the bar area soon to meet with his manager. (Y/N) was relaxing on the bed, looking over the room service menu.

“Order some dinner for us while I’m at my meeting. I shouldn’t be too long and then we can continue our rewatch.”

“Sounds good to me. Have fun with your manager.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“Not likely. Be back soon. Love you.”

The smile that spread across her face never failed to make his heart skip.

“Love you too, handsome.”

Jensen entered the bar immediately spotting his manager, Joe, sitting off in the corner. He was sipping on an Old Fashion while a whiskey neat was waiting for Jensen.

“Oh no, this doesn’t look like it’s going to be a pleasant conversation.”

“Well, if you didn’t ignore me then this could have been avoided. Now, I’m hoping the offer is still good.”

Jensen downed his drink, “What offer?”

Joe’s smile was both promising and unnerving, “A movie offer to star in an old time western with Alec Baldwin.”

“W-What?” Jensen couldn’t help his jaw slacking for a moment, “Where do I sign?”

His manager chuckled, “Hold on cowboy, Alec wants to have a meeting with you first to pitch the idea. Then you would immediately fly to New Mexico to start filming for the next six to eight weeks. Of course you would still have your convention schedule to uphold as well.”

Jensen’s heart sank, “So, very little time to come back to Austin?”

Joe nodded, “That’s not all…”

“What?”

“DC really liked your work on The Long Halloween, so they want you to do a couple more animated Batman movies. You can work remotely like you did in Toronto.” Joe finished off his drink, “The meeting with Alec is at 9:00 o’clock sharp tomorrow morning.”

Jensen nodded, “I’m in room 310. I’ll be ready to go.”

Joe stood up to leave, “These are both wonderful opportunities for your career. I don’t know why you’ve been ignoring me lately, but if you’re ready to take on less jobs then we need to have a conversation about that.”

“I’m sorry and tomorrow after the meeting I will fill you in. See you tomorrow.”

Joe gave a short nod then went up to the bar to pay for their drinks. Jensen sat for a moment letting everything settle in his mind. Joe was right, both opportunities were great for furthering his career. He was already getting a lot of chatter from his role on The Boys. Thinking about being away from (Y/N) for that long after sent a searing pain through his heart. He hated that he would have to choose between his career and her. After having a taste of a normal life, Jensen didn’t know if he was ready to give that up yet.

When he walked inside their room, he found (Y/N) staring down at her phone. Her eyebrows knitted together and a soft sniffle came from her.

“Pretty girl, everything okay?”

She looked up with a slight shake of her head and a smile appeared, “Yeah. Yeah, everything is great. I have our episode ready to go and our food should be here any…”

There was a knock on the door making her chuckle. Instantly Jensen’s nose filled with baked dough, marinara sauce and bacon. A large, delicious pizza with breadsticks and two beers rolled past him as (Y/N) tipped the hotel staff.

“Are we living our best frat boy life?” Jensen asked, opening both beers for them.

(Y/N) laughter filled the room, “Well… kind of. I saw an opportunity and took it for research for a new project. So, Jensen Ackles, tonight we dine like college kids.”

“Awesome.” He laughed before picking up a piece of pizza and taking a large bite.

Settled on the bed with their plates full and beers in hand, they started the next episode on their rewatch.

Pamela stood beside the bar looking off towards the door, “Dean? You wanna come out here?”

Dean walks back out to the bar from the cooler, “What's up?”

“Trouble.” Pamela says.

“What kind of trouble?” Dean sets the case of beer down as the door swings open as a dark figure walks in.

Pamela motions towards the door, “That kind.”

“I never understood why was Pamela there? It would have made more sense to have Ellen or Jo there.” (Y/N) took a long drink from her bottle.

Jensen shrugged, “You’re probably right. I think they just wanted to bring someone back from the earlier season that had a connection to all the boys.”

“Hmm… I still think Jo would have been a better choice.”

Jensen chuckled, “That’s because you have a thing for Alona.”

“You’re damn right I do and for good reason. The woman is gorgeous and a badass.”

Now Jensen’s mind was filled with all kinds of images that distracted him from the episode.

Michael walked towards the three men, “And now I have my perfect vessel. I've just destroyed the one weapon that could really hurt me. Thanks for bringing that, by the way.”

Castiel gets up and approaches Michael. Michael grabs him by the collar pulling him close.

“Don't interrupt me.”

“I bet Misha creamed his pants after that.”

Jensen nearly spit out his beer, swallowing it quickly, “W-What? Why?”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Oh come on, you don’t have to pretend around me. Everyone knows the thing you two have.”

“Thing? What thing? There’s no thing?” Jensen stammered.

“Oh there’s a thing. Why do you think Destiel exist?” (Y/N) turned her attention back to the TV.

Jensen, on the other hand, was having a minor panic attack, “That’s because fans see what they want to see from two characters. I don’t… we don’t… it’s not a thing.”

(Y/N) leaned over, pressing her lips to his cheek, “You’re adorable with your flustered. It’s perfectly fine to be attracted to someone who’s been in your life for so long. Misha is a handsome man, good heart, great listener, sensitive and I bet he has a whole lot going on…”

She pointed down towards his crotch. 

“Whoa! Nope. This discussion is over. I’m noping the fuck out of this one.”

Once more, (Y/N)’s laughter filled the room as they continued to watch the episode.

Michael sat chained to the column, “Look at you. Playing nursemaid to a nephilim. Nothing like the Castiel I knew. He would've never been so...anemic.”

“You're confusing loyalty and compassion with weakness.” Castiel said as he sat at the map table.

“Tell me. Why do you love this world enough to risk your own life?”

Castiel answered him by asking another question, “Tell me. Why do you hate this world enough to burn it to the ground?”

“Because I can.” He paused for a moment, “Because… Me and my brother, my Lucifer, when we fought in my world, we thought that God would come back, give us answers. Why he'd gone, what we'd done, but instead, do you know what happened?”

He paused once more, “Nothing. No God. Nothing. And now...now that I'm in here, now I know why. God, Chuck, is a writer, and like all writers, he churns out draft after draft. My world? This world? Nothing but failed drafts. And when He realizes that they're flawed, He moves on and tries again.”

“No, that's not how...Why would he do that?” Castiel asked, slightly bewildered by Michael’s assumption.

Michael shouts, “Because He doesn't care! About you, me -- anything.”

He took a breath before continuing.

“Now, at first, I thought I'd do it better. Show Him. Be more God than God. But now... I just want to burn every one of His little worlds until I catch up to the old man.”

Castiel leaned forward, “And then what?”

MIchael leaned in, “Even God can die.”

(Y/N) rubbed her arms, “Every time that scene gives me goosebumps. You two play so well off one another no matter what character you may be playing.”

“Misha and I blocked that scene without Jared on set. In the rare moments of just the two of us, we can usually focus enough to make the scene work. He made it easy for me.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, “Awe, you really do love Mish. Should I be jealous?”

“I could show you just how jealous you shouldn’t be if you like?” He whispered, smiling when he heard her gasp.

Jensen set their plates on the floor beside the bed and their empty bottles next to them. He crawled over (Y/N) settling between her legs and kissing her.

Castiel is attaching electrodes from the machine to Michael's head. Sam sat across from him with similar electrodes attached.

Michael smirked, “Cool science project. I give it a solid B minus.”

Jensen reached over for the remote, hitting the power button, “I’m not making love to you listening to myself and our friends on the TV.”

“Oh come on…” (Y/N) chuckled, “It would be like having you and Dean at the same time.”

He closed his eyes not having to dig too deep for Dean to come out, “Sweetheart, if you want me then all you have to do is ask.”

(Y/N) bright eyes were wide as a shaky breath breezed across his lips, “Oh my…”

“Is that a yes that you want me to stay or would you prefer your pretty boyfriend back?”

Jensen let his eyes travel down her body as he leaned back on his heels. It was not the first time a woman he was seeing had asked him to bring Dean out, but this time it felt oddly different. He wanted her to not want Dean, but him. Regular, ole, Jensen Ackles.

(Y/N) sat up running her hands up beneath his shirt and pulling over his head, “I will always choose Jensen to make love to me.”

With a wide smile he did exactly that the rest of the night until they were both sleeping peacefully within each other’s arms.

The next morning, (Y/N) had planned to catch a few of the panels in the main ballroom while he got ready. Joe was getting ready to knock on the door when (Y/N) opened it to leave.

“Oh… good morning, (Y/N).”

“Hi Joe. Bye Joe.” (Y/N) turned waving to Jensen then headed down the hallway.

He shut the door and looked right at Jensen, “So…”

“So…” Jensen repeated not looking Joe in the eyes as his cheeks burned.

“That’s why you’ve been ignoring me. You finally got the balls to play house with (Y/N).”

Jensen didn’t like his tone, “It’s more than that. I’m in love with her. She means everything to me and yes, getting a taste of a normal life has been nice.”

Joe sat beside him, “I didn’t mean anything by it, Jay. You know I’m happy as long as you’re happy… for the most part. However, if you're wanting to take time off then we need to talk about that.”

“No…” He ran his fingers through his hair, “No, I need to work. (Y/N) knows that’s part of being with me. I want to take the movie and my inner child will not let me say no to being Batman again.”

Joe laughed, “Alright, I’m glad to hear that. Are you ready for this meeting?”

Jensen nodded, “Let’s do this.”

An hour later, Jensen made his way downstairs to the green room where Jared, Misha and (Y/N) were all chatting. Misha spotted him first and got up hugging him tight.

“Hey Mish, what’s up?”

“No nothing babe. I just missed you.” Misha planted a kiss on Jensen’s cheek and grabbed his ass at the same time.

He pushed Misha away, “What the hell, dude!”

Everyone was chuckling as Jensen desperately tried the obvious effect Misha and undoubtedly (Y/N)’s prank had on him. (Y/N) walked over wrapping her arms around him, hugging him. As he looked down into her surprised (Y/E/C) eyes he silently pleaded with her not to make a big deal out of it.

“I’m sorry handsome, it was only meant to be a joke. Right Misha?”

Misha huffed dramatically, “It’s not a joke to me. My heart is broken now. I’m going to go start my autobiography about how Jensen Ackles broke my heart.”

Jensen rolled his eyes, “Pretty girl, can we take a walk?”

“Of course.” She looked back at Misha, “Send me your finished manuscript and I’ll edit it for you.”

“Deal!” Misha called out as the green room door shut.

They made their way outside and started down the street. After walking in silence, enjoying the sounds of the city they were in and the warm late morning sun, Jensen eventually spotted a small park. He found a bench for them to sit on and he pulled (Y/N) into his side.

“I’ve accepted two new jobs starting next Wednesday.”

(Y/N) laced their fingers together, “How long will you be gone?”

The hint of sadness in her voice sent a splitting crack through his heart, “Six to eight weeks. It’s a film… a western and it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. While I’m there, I’m going to record another Batman animated film.”

“Ohh, I forgot I was dating Batman.” She laughed softly, looking up at him, “This is wonderful news Jay. I’m so proud of you.”

“You’re… you’re not upset or anything?” He asked, fear tightening around his chest.

She shook her head, “No, actually this makes things a little easier…”

“Meaning?”

She turned towards him, holding his hand within both of hers, “I received a call from a literary agent. They read my manuscript and love it. They want me to fly to New York to discuss a book deal and to offer me a huge ghostwriting project as well. It’s… it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“(Y/N) that’s amazing! Is that why you were staring at your phone yesterday?” He asked, hugging her tight.

“Yeah. It all kind of happened so fast and unexpectedly. I would fly out to New York on Thursday. The author who wants me to ghostwrite wants me to finish out the last couple of books of his young adult series while he works on a new adult fiction book. He’s requested that I stay with her as I finish out the first of the last two books.”

The fear that had been gripping his chest tightened until his chest hurt to breath. Not only would he be leaving their home, but so would she. Knowing that she would be living with someone for any length of time that wasn’t him did not settle well within him.

“For how long and where?”

Her eyes focused on their hands resting on her leg, “For at least six months to a year. He has a writing retreat home in Maine that we would be staying at.”

There was only one word Jensen had heard as (Y/N) spoke. One word he had missed in the excitement of her talking about the opportunity.

“He?”

(Y/N) swallowed hard looking up, “Yeah, his name is Brandon Donne. I was hoping you would be able to come with me to New York and meet him.”

It was taking everything in Jensen's power to not text Joe and withdraw his acceptance for the western and Batman. A small tug on his hand brought him back to (Y/N) beside him.

“Jensen Ackles, don’t you dare.”

“What?” He asked.

She sighed, “You will not turn down the opportunity to be in a western which has been your dream role since you were six. Nor will you let your inner little boy down by not being Batsy.”

“H-How in the world…”

“I know you better than anyone including Jared and Misha. Both of our opportunities are too good to pass up and we can’t sacrifice them only because we’re a couple now. We have to keep living our lives and achieving our goals.”

He hated when she was right, “What if…”

(Y/N) pressed her finger to his lips, “No what ifs. We are both going to accept our offers and we will make the best of it. I’m not going anywhere handsome. Yes, it will suck, but in the end it will make the time apart worth the reunion we’ll get.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist as he hugged her tight, “What are your thoughts on phone and/or Facetime sex?”

“I’m definitely for both and especially with you.” She leaned up kissing him just beneath his chin then whispered, “We can even do a little shopping online for me to model and/or use during our little times together.”

An image of (Y/N) in something lacy and using a toy on herself made him groan, “Hmm, I think you’re going to be the death of me.”

(Y/N) laughed as they continued to sit and enjoy the little time they had left together.

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#5

Destroyer of Worlds

Title: Destroyer of Worlds Summary: He was the weapon to take down the corruption of superheroes. She was the only one who could wield him. Main Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben), Reader Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader Rating: E - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff (if you squint)/Mind Control/Smut Prompt: “Don’t underestimate her. And don’t bet against her.” (Bold & Italic) Word Count: 4967 A/N: This is for @avanatural Follower Challenge

The Russians next to her were speaking their native language thinking she could not understand them. It was better they didn’t know she had spent the better part of two years fucking a Russian diplomat to get her where she was today and he happened to give her lessons in Russian.

(Y/N) played the studious, quiet, American scientist well. No one would suspect she was there for one reason and one reason only. Her eyes drifted to the cryo chamber that held her deepest desire within. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and adjusted her legs recrossing them from the ache building between them. Today was the day she had been waiting for since joining the Russians nearly fifteen years ago.

(Y/N) was the daughter of a low level superhero at Vought. She remembered going to the Tower and being in awe of all the superheroes. She admired their strength and integrity. Much like her father had been. She studied every superhero there ever was but one had captured her full attention and heart from the moment she saw him in an old movie about his life. He was everything she imagined a man should be. Handsome, charming, strong, a leader, a true man.

When she was old enough, she took a job at Vought in their gift shop. She eventually would work her way up to being the personal assistant to Stan Edgar while Vought paid for her to become a scientist. More than once, she had influenced Edgar in decisions about creating the perfect superhero. Compound V had been a good start, Temp V was dangerous but could be improved upon with the right subject. (Y/N) felt deep down there was only one superhero who was the key to everything they wanted.

When an opportunity to go to Russia to study what their scientists had discovered was something she had to fight for. In the end, she was going to do whatever it took to go. Now, she realized that she hadn’t needed to fight so hard to go because they were already going to exile her there just like they had done with America’s Superhero.

You know Dmitri said the American is a good fuck.

She tore her eyes away from the cryo chamber when they mentioned her and glanced at the two scientists at the table next to hers. She smiled sweetly at them before returning her gaze to the papers in front of her.

Dmitri is’t man enough to fuck her.

She swallowed the giggle trying to escape her lips. He was right, (Y/N) had approached the poor, shy, young Russian one late night. The table the two were sitting at was the exact spot their friend had bent her over and fucked her. Of course, she had to get herself off when the young man came nearly five minutes after being inside of her. It was good for his self-esteem and she needed to feel something other than her fingers inside of her. Plus, he was able to deliver an important message to Vought Tower for her.

Suddenly, there was a bunch of commotion from the hall outside the lab. Five people in worker’s uniforms walked in that were obviously not local. A small smile appeared on her lips as she realized who had walked in. The alarms began to go off and Russian guards began to fill the room. She ducked down beneath her table as a young American man came next to her.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Please help me. They’ve held me here for so long.” Tears instantly started down her cheeks.

“We’ll help you, promise. Stay down.”

He looked up at his friends who were getting pinned down by the guards. She couldn’t help the eye roll that followed. Dumbass, rag-tag team of losers. She had been hoping when she leaked some information to Maeve that she would send someone a little more put together. (Y/N) saw a flash shoot out over her head much like Homelander and her heart nearly flatlined. Then she saw the obvious leader of this group getting shot and not being phased. His eyes glowed much like Homelander’s and then he shot a hot beam of energy from them.

“Holy shit.” She muttered.

“MM!” The young man yelled before disappearing before her eyes.

(Y/N) took the opportunity to get out of there and down the back hallway. She stopped by a nearby observation window where she could see everything but no one could see her. All the guards and the two scientists were dead. The team seemed to be chastising the leader and young man for having powers.

“Only last 24 hours. Break in case of an emergency, like this.”

His accent sent shivers down her body. (Y/N) bet he was great fuck. A man who would keep going until her legs were shaking and her voice hoarse from crying out his name. She watched tall, dark and handsome walk over to the cryo chamber and her heart began to race.

“Fuck me, he’s going to open it.” She whispered to herself watching him do exactly that.

Toxic gas billowed from the chamber as they all stared into it.

“Christ, Soldier Boy.”

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115 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#4

Perfect Angle

Title: Perfect Angle Summary: An embarrassing moment leads to the perfect photo and the opportunity of a lifetime. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, PA!Reader Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 2872 A/N: We all know the inspiration for this.

The wind was unruly on the rooftop of the hotel. Austin Hargrave had asked for her assistance for this photoshoot since they were on a time limit. They were lucky that the hotel allowed them to use the rooftop and penthouse suite for this photoshoot. Austin had (Y/N) running around checking on the stylists and wardrobe without even telling her the actor he was taking photos of. Being in Toronto, she had seen him take photos of some of the most famous people in Hollywood. However, nothing would have prepared her for his muse today.

Walking back onto the rooftop, she stopped suddenly in her tracks upon seeing the man Austin was talking with. Ilaria smacked into the back of her as she walked through the door.

“Whoa, (Y/N) you alright? Sorry about that.”

She nodded, unable to take her eyes off of the six foot one Texan, “N-No worries. My fault.”

Ilaria chuckled, “He’s not so bad on the eyes. Oh! I forgot, you’re a fan of his show…”

(Y/N) shushed her, “Yes I am, but that is fangirl (Y/N). Right now, I’m professional (Y/N) and need to get my game face on. Just like when we did the shoot with Zac Levi.”

Her friend laughed, “Oh boy, that was a wonderfully entertaining day. Best of luck to professional (Y/N) getting her shit together.”

“Thank you and I hate you.”

She walked past (Y/N), “Love you too babe!”

At that moment, Austin turned around motioning her over, “(Y/N) come over here and meet Jensen.”

Taking a deep breath, she headed over to Austin and the man who starred in her dreams nightly. Ilaria was straightening out his jacket and the hair stylist was walking away muttering about the wind.

“Jensen, this is my assistant, (Y/N). (Y/N), I’m sure you recognize the one and only Jensen Ackles.” Austin’s knowing smirk had her narrowing her eyes on him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Ackles. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask.” She held out her hand to him pushing down the raging butterflies in her stomach.

He flashed her his famous smile, “It’s nice to me you as well. Please call me Jensen.”

Austin began directing Jensen in many poses. Ilaria asked (Y/N) to help her with some wardrobe changes in order to torture her further. They were taking one last photo on the rooftop and (Y/N) was trying to move quickly out of the way. Tripping over her own feet, she fell onto her ass and back looking right up into the mesmerizing olive eyes of Jensen.

“Are you okay?” Austin asked.

Jensen was getting ready to lean over to help her, but she called out, “Wait! Don’t move Jensen. Austin, hand me your camera.”

Jensen stood perfectly still staring down at her as Austin handed her the camera. His hair was wind blown perfect off to the right. His right hand resting on his belt with his thumb hooked into the waistband of his pants. Jensen’s left hand slid down over the front of his left pants pocket. His darkening eyes laser focused on her and jaw set in a determined line. She took the photo of a man radiating masculinity and sex and it took her breath away.

“Nice shot, (Y/N)! That one is a definite keeper.” Austin called out of his laptop seeing the photo come through.

Jensen leaned over stretching his hand out to help her up. He pulled her against his body with such ease and the embarrassment from falling in front of her favorite actor burned her cheeks. She watched his bottom lip disappear beneath his perfect teeth as he spoke softly to only her.

“Meet me in room 1404 after the shoot.”

Her lips parted to speak but no words would come and she simply nodded, stepping out of his grasp as quickly as possible. Austin had a shit eating grin on his face as she walked by.

“You’re welcome.” She snapped, pointing at the photo on the screen, “I better get credit.”

For the rest of the shoot, she kept herself busy by helping set up the penthouse suite for some inside shots and keeping the staff from trying to sneak their own pictures of Jensen. His manager had thanked her for keeping everyone in line. When Austin called a wrap, (Y/N) began cleaning up all their equipment.

“Don’t you have an appointment with a certain sexy actor?” Ilaria asked.

“You don’t think he was serious, do you? I mean, I’m a nobody and he’s freaking Jensen Ackles. No way, he was being serious.”

Austin walked up next to her, “Go. We’ll clean up everything.”

“Really?”

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122 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

#3

Replay Life Masterlist

Overall Summary: Taking some much needed time off after finishing The Boys. Jensen asks his best friend and roommate if she’ll watch Supernatural with him all the way through. As they watch together, he realizes how much the show and her means to him. Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: M - Mature Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Total Word Count: A/N: This series features some of my favorite and least favorite episodes of Supernatural.

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Prologue - Ready, Set, Watch Summary: Jensen arrives home in Austin after filming in Toronto for almost a year. After a few days back with his roommate and best friend, he asks her to take a trip down memory lane. Word Count: 669

Chapter One – S1E1 Pilot Summary: Jensen and (Y/N) start their rewatch of Supernatural with the episode that started it all. Word Count: 1218

Chapter Two – S2E6 No Exit Summary: Jensen finds out an interesting fact as they watch one of (Y/N)’s favorite episodes from season two. Word Count: 2035

Chapter Three – S3E5 Bedtime Stories Summary: A fairytale influenced episode has Jensen revealing a fantasy of his during their rewatch. Word Count: 1674

Chapter Four – S4E10 Heaven and Hell Summary: A steamy scene and an emotional ending has (Y/N) feelings on a rollercoaster ride and Jensen trying to push down feelings he buried a long time ago. Word Count: 2172

Chapter Five – S5E16 Dark Side of the Moon Summary: During their rewatch, Jensen is surprised to find out that this particular episode is in her top five favorites of all Supernatural episodes. Word Count: 2444

Chapter Six - S6E5 Live Free or Twihard Summary: Before attending the Padalecki’s Halloween party, Jensen and (Y/N) continue their Supernatural rewatch. She shows him exactly why so many people love vampires. Word Count: 2363

Chapter Seven – S7E12 Time After Time Summary: (Y/N) comes home from a date gone wrong finding comfort in watching one of her favorite Dean episodes.   Word Count: 2227

Chapter Eight - S8E11 LARP and the Real Girl Summary: Jensen finds himself wrestling with his feelings for (Y/N) once more as they watch an episode that combines two of her favorite things. Supernatural and Dungeons and Dragons. Word Count: 3193

Chapter Nine - S9E4 Slumber Party Summary: Babysitting for Jared and Gen, Jensen creates the ultimate slumber party for them all. Word Count: 2722

Chapter Ten - S10E14 The Executioner’s Song Summary: As they settle into another night of Supernatural, they are both surprised to find that one episode is a favorite for them both. Word Count: 2504

Chapter Eleven – S11E20 Don’t Call Me Shurley Summary: After a hard day at work, (Y/N) confesses to Jensen what her dream job would be during their rewatch. Word Count: 2188

Chapter Twelve – S12E22 Who Are We Summary: An emotional episode has (Y/N) finding comfort in Jensen making him realize once and for all how he truly feels for her.   Word Count: 1705

Chapter Thirteen – S13E16 Scoobynatural Summary: Jensen invited Jared and Misha’s families to his house to surprise (Y/N) for her birthday. They do an outdoor screening of one of the best episodes of Supernatural ever. Word Count: 3892

Chapter Fourteen – S14E4 Nihilism Summary: As they get closer to the end of their rewatch, (Y/N) tells him about a job offer she received and he gets an important call from his manager. Word Count:

Chapter Fifteen – S15E18 & S15E20 Despair & Carry On Summary: As (Y/N) gets closer to making a decision about moving to Seattle, Jensen comes up with a counter offer he hopes she can’t refuse. As they watch the last three episodes he decides to throw caution to the wind and tells her everything he’s feeling. Word Count:

153 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#2

Broken Road

Title: Broken Road Summary: She moved to Helena to escape her past to end up running into the one who got away. Main Characters: Beau Arlen, Reader Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count: 5132 A/N: My first go at Beau…

(Y/N) sped past the city limit sign of Helena, Montana. From all the research she had done, Helena was the perfect spot to start new. Small town vibes but populated enough to have a Starbucks. As she drove down the main street in town, she took note of a few shops to visit. One sign caught her eye, Dewell & Hoyt Private Investigations.

She chuckled, “Wow a real life Scooby-Doo gang.”

Focusing on the road in front of her, (Y/N) headed towards the small ranch her dad had purchased and left for her before his death. The last five years had been the darkest of her life. Between an ugly divorce and her dad dying in a drunk driving accident, (Y/N) didn’t think she would make it through it. A cold chill ran down her spine as flashes of what she had drug herself out of speed through her mind.

Cresting over a hill, the beautiful golden log ranch house came into view. It rested on a modest ten acres of land with thick woods lining the property line. Immediately all the anxiety and heaviness she constantly carried on her shoulders faded. For the first time in years, (Y/N) took a long, deep, relaxing breath.

For the next several weeks, (Y/N) settled into her new home and getting to know her new town. She even found a little bookshop that was looking for a part time clerk. It was the perfect opportunity for her to earn extra money while making time to work on writing her book. She couldn’t help thinking that her dad had some kind of idea of knowing that this move would be exactly what she needed.

Walking into Turn the Page bookshop, (Y/N) found Loryn, the owner talking with a woman with long auburn hair up into a messy bun. Her thick rimmed glasses slipped down her nose as she spoke animatedly. Loryn glanced up seeing (Y/N) walking towards the backroom.

“Good morning! Fresh coffee in the pot and a box of brand new books waiting for ya.”

She smiled, “You’re too good to me.”

The woman’s head perked up, “You have a similar accent to our new, handsome sheriff. Are you from Texas?”

“Um… yeah, I am. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She held out her hand as the woman took it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Denise. I work over at Dewell and Hoyt.” Denise shook her hand as she asked, “Have you met our new sheriff?”

“Thankfully, I haven’t gotten into any trouble to merit meeting the sheriff. You said he’s from Texas? Do y’all get many Texans up here?”

Denise shook her head, “Not really. Sexy Sheriff Arlen is the first I’m aware of.”

(Y/N) froze hearing his name. Memories that had been buried deep in the dark hole of her mind were playing like a movie.

“(Y/N), you alright?” Loryn asked, squeezing her arm.

It had to be someone else. There was no way it could be the same man from high school. The man who was the love of her life. The one that got away.

“H-His name wouldn’t happen to be Beau?”

By the expressions on their faces, she knew it was him and suddenly the room felt like it was closing in on her.

“You know him? Do all Texans know one another?” Denise chuckled as she looked down at her watch, “Shoot, I gotta get. Cassie will be in the office any moment. Nice meeting you (Y/N), stop by anytime to chat about Sheriff Arlen.”

She rushed out the front door as (Y/N) took in a couple of shaky breaths. A chorus of ‘It’s A Small World” began playing in her head. Beau Arlen. One person she never thought she would see again, let alone thousands of miles away from their hometown.

“Okay spill… how do you know our new Sheriff?” Loryn asked, tapping the counter to get her attention.

“It is a long, very long, complicated story. I’m going to get started on restocking the Young Adult section.” (Y/N) walked off towards the opposite side of the small shop trying to control the memories flooding her mind.

August 1998

“This is dumb.”

Beau’s laughter filled the clearing as he stripped off his t-shirt, “Come on (Y/N/N), cut loose and have a little fun.”

She watched as he pushed his jeans down to his ankles then kicked them off along with his boots and socks. They were at Lake Conroe in a remote part off the main path. Beau had thrown a rock up at her window two hours earlier and they drove out to this spot. Their spot. Her eyes snapped up hearing a splash and Beau’s head emerging from the water.

“Get your beautiful ass in here.”

She watched as he dove under the water revealing his bare butt. Her cheeks burned as she turned away from him. They had been friends since grade school and flirted with one another over the last year. They acted like a couple, but Beau never asked her out… officially. (Y/N) let her shorts drop to the ground and pulled her tank top over her head. When she looked over her shoulder, she noticed Beau was facing away from her.

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184 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Saw You Coming

Title: Saw You Coming Summary: (Y/N) always knew one day, her past would catch up to her. When it does, the outcome is not what she saw coming. Main Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben), Reader Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Word Count: 3681 A/N #1: Spoilers for The Boys season 3. If you haven’t watched up to the current episode and don’t want spoilers then you may not want to read this until after you’re caught up. A/N #2: I’m tagging my normal taglist. I don’t know how much Soldier Boy I will write but feel free to ignore any fics you’re not interested in. 

For the last several weeks (Y/N)’s dreams were filled with the dark olive eyes of a man lost to the world. Vought had never told her exactly what had happened to America’s hero and frankly she didn’t care. All she knew was Vought was giving her an out and she took it without a second thought. For the last thirty years they left her alone as younger, stronger and ego-centric superheroes came up the chain. If people knew how those Supes were acquired there would be outrage. (Y/N) would know, she was the product of Vought’s earliest experiments.

She never wanted to have superpowers but her family was poor and they jumped at the opportunity of government money. By looking at her, you would never be able to tell she had powers and she appreciated the universe not making her life completely miserable. Since she had no flashy powers, Vought paid her family nicely and they lived a comfortable life. It wasn’t until she stopped aging at thirty-five that some began to guess there was more than meets the eye.

Apparently Vought had the same thought when they came to her in 1980 to participate in an experiment that would ultimately change her life forever. Now, it seemed the nightmare was returning and there was nothing (Y/N) could do to stop it.

The knock came on a stormy night. (Y/N) had a modest farmhouse in upper New York state. Very few people knew where she lived and even fewer visited. Looking through the small peep hole, she sighed heavily before opening the door.

“Oracle.”

“Soldier Boy.” She stepped aside knowing there was no use in fighting against him, “I knew you would come one day.”

He scoffed, looking around her home, “Still seeing the future, huh?” He continued to search as if looking for something in particular.

“I see you’re still as oblivious as ever. I don’t see the future. I piece together the most likely of outcomes with intelligence above those who think mostly with their dick.”

He looked back at her with a cocky smirk, “I see you haven’t lost that mouth of yours…”

“So, you escaped the Russians. Good on you. I think you’ll enjoy the internet. Lots of sex and cat videos. You should check it out far, far from here.” She turned back towards the door when he grasped her elbow.

“What do you know about the deal my team made with the Russians?” His gaze was hard and intimidating like the Soldier Boy she met at the Penthouse.

“Only what I heard after the fact. They were all tired of your bullshit including beating them into submission. Thankfully, the Countess never discussed it in front of me.”

(Y/N) felt the tiniest bit of sympathy for Soldier Boy hearing his team betrayed him, but they all knew if he continued on then it would have ended in World War III. Though, today’s Supes were not much better.

“I’ll deal with the rest of my team soon. Right now, I want to know what happened with you after our one night together.”

She swallowed the hard, bitter lump lodging in her throat. She tugged her arm free from him walking towards the kitchen.

“Do you want a drink?”

He chuckled, “Actually I would prefer something a little stronger…”

“Sorry, no drugs here. However, I have this cheap bottle of whiskey to offer to you.” She held the bottle out to him.

He twisted the cap off and took a long drink from the bottle. (Y/N) couldn’t help her eyes traveling down his strong jawline to his long throat. His Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp and the thick muscle straining against his skin. He was handsome, dangerously handsome, which was one weapon he knew how to use. Charming his way with a wink and a smile into many bedrooms of women and men.

Soldier Boy handed her the bottle back, “I recently found out that Vogelbaum had good results from his little experiment.”

(Y/N) took a long drink, nearly choking on it as he spoke, “Oh… yeah, your little dudes created an even douchier version of yourself. Congrats.” She held up the bottle to him, “Hey, he’s at Vought Tower, maybe go have a family reunion with him.”

“Unfortunately, we’ve met under difficult circumstances. I’m positive he’s going to put me back on ice if he gets a hold of me.” He walked further into her living room and everything clicked in her mind.

He must have talked to one of his team. If they talked and gave her location then they told him about the others in the experiment. How they all ended up pregnant. Which means he was here for their child.

“She’s not here.”

“She? We have a daughter.” His eyes brightened at that and for a split second she witnessed a bit of humanity within him.

“Had.” (Y/N) looked to the ground as shame pushed down on her.

“What do you mean… had?”

She looked up to see his jaw clenched, “Vogelbaum brought in all non-supes except for me. An experiment within the experiment to see if Supes are naturally attracted to one another. He was pleasantly delighted when you chose me.”

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Broken Road

Title: Broken Road Summary: She moved to Helena to escape her past to end up running into the one who got away. Main Characters: Beau Arlen, Reader Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count: 5132 A/N: My first go at Beau…

(Y/N) sped past the city limit sign of Helena, Montana. From all the research she had done, Helena was the perfect spot to start new. Small town vibes but populated enough to have a Starbucks. As she drove down the main street in town, she took note of a few shops to visit. One sign caught her eye, Dewell & Hoyt Private Investigations.

She chuckled, “Wow a real life Scooby-Doo gang.”

Focusing on the road in front of her, (Y/N) headed towards the small ranch her dad had purchased and left for her before his death. The last five years had been the darkest of her life. Between an ugly divorce and her dad dying in a drunk driving accident, (Y/N) didn’t think she would make it through it. A cold chill ran down her spine as flashes of what she had drug herself out of speed through her mind.

Cresting over a hill, the beautiful golden log ranch house came into view. It rested on a modest ten acres of land with thick woods lining the property line. Immediately all the anxiety and heaviness she constantly carried on her shoulders faded. For the first time in years, (Y/N) took a long, deep, relaxing breath.

For the next several weeks, (Y/N) settled into her new home and getting to know her new town. She even found a little bookshop that was looking for a part time clerk. It was the perfect opportunity for her to earn extra money while making time to work on writing her book. She couldn’t help thinking that her dad had some kind of idea of knowing that this move would be exactly what she needed.

Walking into Turn the Page bookshop, (Y/N) found Loryn, the owner talking with a woman with long auburn hair up into a messy bun. Her thick rimmed glasses slipped down her nose as she spoke animatedly. Loryn glanced up seeing (Y/N) walking towards the backroom.

“Good morning! Fresh coffee in the pot and a box of brand new books waiting for ya.”

She smiled, “You’re too good to me.”

The woman’s head perked up, “You have a similar accent to our new, handsome sheriff. Are you from Texas?”

“Um… yeah, I am. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She held out her hand as the woman took it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Denise. I work over at Dewell and Hoyt.” Denise shook her hand as she asked, “Have you met our new sheriff?”

“Thankfully, I haven’t gotten into any trouble to merit meeting the sheriff. You said he’s from Texas? Do y’all get many Texans up here?”

Denise shook her head, “Not really. Sexy Sheriff Arlen is the first I’m aware of.”

(Y/N) froze hearing his name. Memories that had been buried deep in the dark hole of her mind were playing like a movie.

“(Y/N), you alright?” Loryn asked, squeezing her arm.

It had to be someone else. There was no way it could be the same man from high school. The man who was the love of her life. The one that got away.

“H-His name wouldn’t happen to be Beau?”

By the expressions on their faces, she knew it was him and suddenly the room felt like it was closing in on her.

“You know him? Do all Texans know one another?” Denise chuckled as she looked down at her watch, “Shoot, I gotta get. Cassie will be in the office any moment. Nice meeting you (Y/N), stop by anytime to chat about Sheriff Arlen.”

She rushed out the front door as (Y/N) took in a couple of shaky breaths. A chorus of ‘It’s A Small World” began playing in her head. Beau Arlen. One person she never thought she would see again, let alone thousands of miles away from their hometown.

“Okay spill… how do you know our new Sheriff?” Loryn asked, tapping the counter to get her attention.

“It is a long, very long, complicated story. I’m going to get started on restocking the Young Adult section.” (Y/N) walked off towards the opposite side of the small shop trying to control the memories flooding her mind.

August 1998

“This is dumb.”

Beau’s laughter filled the clearing as he stripped off his t-shirt, “Come on (Y/N/N), cut loose and have a little fun.”

She watched as he pushed his jeans down to his ankles then kicked them off along with his boots and socks. They were at Lake Conroe in a remote part off the main path. Beau had thrown a rock up at her window two hours earlier and they drove out to this spot. Their spot. Her eyes snapped up hearing a splash and Beau’s head emerging from the water.

“Get your beautiful ass in here.”

She watched as he dove under the water revealing his bare butt. Her cheeks burned as she turned away from him. They had been friends since grade school and flirted with one another over the last year. They acted like a couple, but Beau never asked her out… officially. (Y/N) let her shorts drop to the ground and pulled her tank top over her head. When she looked over her shoulder, she noticed Beau was facing away from her.

“You know it’s killing me not to look right now but my momma raised a gentleman.” He called out with a chuckle.

(Y/N) kept her eyes locked on him as she pulled her bra over her head tossing it with the rest of her clothes along with her panties. The water was still warm from the hot summer day and the tension she unknowingly was seizing her muscles began to relax as she emerged herself fully.

“O-Okay, you can turn around.”

Beau slowly turned to face her, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight. He held his hand out to her and pulled her to him. Their bodies met and heat rushed over her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful when you blush.” His fingers brushed against the side of her face then back behind her head, “May I kiss you?”

She nodded as he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was gentle, sweet and not what she had been expecting for their first kiss. She had read about passionate first kisses in books and seen them in movies. When he pulled away, she found herself chasing him for more.

“(Y/N)...”

A shiver ran down her spine seeing the doubt in his eyes. Dread pooled in her stomach as every insecurity ran in her mind.

“Beau, you don’t have to say anything. I get it. Can… Can you take me home now?” (Y/N) tried to push away from him but he held onto her tighter.

“Stop (Y/N), stop trying to push me away.”

Tears were running down her face, “Beau let me go. You clearly don’t want me after that kiss so let’s forget it ever happened.” She pushed harder against him only to get nowhere.

His hands slipped beneath her thighs wrapping her legs around his waist. Gasping, right before his lips crashed against hers. His hard length pressed firmly against her.

“I want you…” He let out a harsh breath, “I want you so much that I can’t think straight. The moment I kissed you, I wanted more. I wanted all of you.”

His forehead leaned against hers. She could see his eyes were close and his jaw clenched as she moved against him.

“I’m yours Beau. I always have been.” She whispered.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, “You’re making it nearly impossible for me to be a gentleman.”

“I already know you’re a gentleman. I already know you’re a good man.” She lifted his chin so his eyes met hers, “I want to know that this sickening sweet desire filling my veins is real or just fleeting teenage hormones for the only man to ever show me any kind of attention.”

His hands went up into her hair, pulling her lips to his, “Are you sure (Y/N)?”

She nodded, “Without a doubt, yes.”

Present Day

(Y/N) leaned against the bookcase trying to think of anything but that night on the lake. It was the first of many midnight rendezvouses of love making. That summer was the best of her life. Beau made her feel alive. Wild and free. Random road trips of getting lost and having to explain to their parents why they hadn’t come home until the next day. Making out in the back of movie theaters or going to house parties with Beau’s football team.

Eventually, her dream summer had to end and reality hit them full force. (Y/N) was headed off to UT-Austin and he was staying in Houston to join the police force. She believed there was no way for them to keep their relationship going long distance.

“(Y/N)?”

Loryn’s voice cleared the Beau fog clouding her mind, “Yeah?” she forced a smile on her face.

Her doe-like eyes seem to be able to pierce the wall (Y/N) was quickly trying to build around her. She patted her shoulder giving her one last knowing look.

“If you ever want to talk I’m here for you.”

Her shoulders relaxed beneath her friend’s touch, “Thank you. I truly appreciate that.”

The rest of (Y/N)’s day was seemingly uneventful. She went about her tasks around the bookshop and Loryn treated her to lunch. The small diner was across the street from Dewell and Hoyt and (Y/N) couldn’t help but keep looking over to see if she could catch a glimpse of Beau. It had been nearly two decades since she last saw him, but something told her that she would recognize him instantly. Not that she would know what to say to him. The last time they had seen each other was the night of her bachelorette party.

November 2011

The bar was wall to wall people, the whiskey was flowing and music was drowning out everything around her. (Y/N) was dancing with her best friends and they were the center of attention of everyone around them. The six of them had been through college, heartache and successes together. (Y/N) was the last of them to get married and they were going all out for her last days as a single woman.  

“(Y/N), there’s a hottie eying you from the bar.” Her maid of honor yelled in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as she turned towards where she was pointing. Time suddenly stood still as her eyes landed on the Houston Sheriff. His eyes unmoving as she stared at him.

“I love a man in uniform.” Her friend giggled.

The tethered between them pulled her feet forward towards him as her friends cat called her over the band playing.

“W-What are you doing here?” She yelled, keeping some distance away from the man she dreamed about every night.

He leaned in towards her ear and (Y/N) was hit with an intoxicating wave Beau naturally musk mixing with his cologne. Her knees wobbled and her head began to spin as his husky voice filled her ears.

“Let’s go somewhere more private and quieter.”

Her mind screamed for her to walk away, but her body instantly followed his command following him towards the main door. When the cool night air hit her it cleared the fog that he had surrounded her in.

“Beau, what are you doing here?”

He led her around the corner to an alleyway where she saw his cruiser. The noise of the bar muffled and no one in sight as (Y/N) leaned against the front of her car. That was when she made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They were dark and intense as he walked towards her. He was intimidating in his uniform that fit perfectly in all the right places.

“I heard you were back and I…” His fingers grazed the side of her face, “I had to see you.”

She swallowed hard, “I-I’m getting married…”

His large hand cupped her cheek and she immediately leaned into his touch, “I know. I’ve run into your parents from time to time. Is he-”

She looked up to see his eyes closed and his jaw clenched, “good to you?”

“Yes.” Her answer was immediate, but what came next from her lips was from deep within her soul, “But he’s not you.”

His eyes snapped open and time stood still before his lips crashed to hers. Her body ignited into hot flames as he set her up on the hood and wrapped her legs around him. She felt the same wild freedom she had that summer when they crossed the line from friends to lovers. His hands cupped her face and a cold, harsh reality pressed against her cheek.

(Y/N) pushed him back releasing her legs from around him and slid off the hood, “We can’t. Shit, we can’t do this.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Don’t. You’re married and you have a daughter.”

She looked up seeing his surprised look as she chuckled, “You’re not the only one getting updates from my parents. I know all about Carla and Emily.”

He looked down to the ground, “Oh. Carla and I… we’re going through-”

“I don’t care. This,” She motioned between them, “can-not happen. You have a family and that should be your only concern. I’m getting married to the first man who finally made me feel even a fraction of what you made me feel.”

Her chest tightened suddenly making it hard for her to breathe, “I-I have to go.”

(Y/N) turned around to walk away when Beau’s hand grasped her elbow turning her into his embrace. She tried to push out of his grasp but his hold was tight around her. Her body betrayed her as she relaxed against him, unable to fight the feeling of being safe and at home within his arms.

“You’re right. We shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have come to find you.” He lifted her chin for her eyes to meet his, “But I had to see you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you because I’m still in love with you.”

She let out a shaky breath, “Beau, please…”

He kissed her forehead, “I love you, (Y/N). I hope whoever he is treats you well and loves you the way you deserve to be loved.”

With that (Y/N) watched him get into his car and drive out of her life one final time.

Present Day

When (Y/N) arrived home, she noticed a letter taped to her front door. The envelope was blank and her heart began to race as she looked around expecting to see Beau appearing from the shadows. Snatching the envelope, she walked inside and headed towards the kitchen. Pouring herself a glass of whiskey, she opened the letter only to drop her glass to the floor upon seeing the handwriting.

“No. No, no, no.” She muttered reading the short letter, “Shit. Shit!”

(Y/N) quickly went to the main hall closet and grabbed her dad’s old Winchester rifle. Making her way through the house making sure no one else was inside of it. She locked all the windows, drawing the curtains close then double and triple checked the locks on her front and back doors. Panic fueled her adrenaline making one more pass around the house.

Setting the rifle beside the couch, (Y/N) cleaned up the broken glass and took the bottle into the living room. Her mind was racing of how he could have found out where she was and which ranch was hers. She stared at the front door, rifle right next to her ready to take down anyone who entered. By the time she watched the sun peek out over the horizon, (Y/N) knew she needed to get help.

Still in the same clothes as yesterday, she stared up at the Dewell and Hoyt sign before finally walking inside. Laughter was ringing throughout the office as three women came into view. Denise immediately recognized her and rushed over to her.

“(Y/N), right? What’s wrong dear?” She guided her over to the other two women who were leaning against Denise’s desk.

One was a gorgeous blonde whose hair was pulled into a side braid over her shoulder. She wore a classic band shirt beneath a leather jacket tucked into her tight jeans. The other was an equally gorgeous black woman with long, curly hair and dark eyes. She was dressed more like the other people in the town with boots, jeans and plaid shirt.

“Cassie, Jenny this is (Y/N). She works with Loryn at the bookshop.”

Cassie held out her hand, “You’re from Houston, right?”

She nodded, shaking each of their hands, “That’s right. My dad bought the ranch up on Old Mill Road for me right before he died a year ago. I needed a new start and this seemed like a good place for that.”

Jenny chucked, “We get that a lot around here.”

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Denise asked as the bell from the door rang.

“Oh look, the gangs all here…”

(Y/N)’s body stiffened from the familiar voice behind her. Her eyes snapped up to Cassie’s who gave her a curious look as Jenny walked towards the man behind her.

“This isn’t a good time, Beau. I’ll meet you back at the station.”

(Y/N) turned around to see Beau come to halt as his wide olive eyes stared at her, “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Beau.”

She swallowed the large lump in her throat and tightened the leash on her body. She wanted to jump into his arms and feel the safety he always brought to her. Keeping herself from doing that was taking every fiber of her willpower to do.

“Holy cr… what are you doing here? Are you alright?” He immediately came over to her and the moment his hands touched her shoulders (Y/N)’s willpower vanished.

Launching her body against his tears flowed freely down her face, “I-I’m scared… I’m scared my ex is here and he’s going to do something bad. I need… I need help.”

His arms tightened around her and (Y/N) could feel his chin resting on her head. An agonizing sob escaped her lips and she buried her face into his chest.

“Shhh, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He pulled back enough to look down at her when someone clearing their throat caught their attention.

“Obviously, you two know each other.” Jenny said, staring right at Beau.

(Y/N) stepped out of his arms, but when she tried to take a few steps away he reached out grabbing her hand.

“(Y/N) and I were childhood friends in Houston. We kind of lost track of one another as adults.”

(Y/N) looked from him to Jenny as they had a silent conversation. She recognized the familiar longing in her eyes and immediately withdrew her hand from Beau’s. She wrapped her arms around her waist not daring to look up at the man beside her.

“Why don’t you tell us why you need help with your ex.”

It was over an hour later that Beau was driving (Y/N) back to her house. They had not said a word to one another since she explained everything that had happened in her divorce and the police’s suspicion that her ex had something to do with her father’s death. He parked his old truck in her normal spot and followed her up to the front door.

“Thank you for the ride home.”

She unlocked the door, surprised that Beau walked inside before her, “If you think I’m letting you out of my sight then you’re sadly mistaken.”

She sighed, “Beau, I’ll be fine. I have Jack and Winchester here with me.” (Y/N) pointed to the bottle and rifle next to the couch.

He chuckled, “Those will definitely help while I keep watch and you get some much needed rest.”

“Still as stubborn as ever. Are you hungry? I can whip up some grub for us.”

For the first time since seeing him a genuine, handsome smile spread across his face. It was the same smile she fell in love with as a teenager and still made her heart skip.

“I am always hungry for your cooking. You don’t happen to have the fixin’s for your famous chili and grilled cheese?”

“I do, but that will take a few hours.” She chuckled.

“It’s worth the wait. I haven’t had a decent chili since leaving Texas six months ago and don’t get me started on the barbeque situation up here or breakfast tacos. God I miss breakfast tacos.”

She started laughing, “Maybe I can start my own diner with breakfast tacos and chili. I could call it Chicks and Beans.”

His bellowing laughter joined hers, “That’s a great idea! I will be your number one customer.”

“For now, I’ll start on the chili and see what I can make in the meantime for some lunch.”

(Y/N) kept herself busy in the kitchen getting the chili started and making her version of breakfast tacos for them. She was walking back to the living room when she heard someone knock on the door.

“It’s alright, it’s only Jenny Hoyt.” He answered the door letting her inside, “What you got Hoyt?”

Jenny’s piercing blue eyes went from her holding a tray of freshly made breakfast tacos to Beau and back. A small smirk curled on her lips as Beau rolled his eyes.

“Hoyt! What. Do. You. Have.”

“Seems like I’m in time for some brunch. May I?” She pointed to the tray.

(Y/N) nodded, “Help yourself but Beau may fight you for them.”

“I can take him.” She took a bite, “These are amazing… w-what are they?”

“A Texas delicacy known as the breakfast taco.” She looked up to see Beau shaking his head before sitting down next to her.

“Any time before I die of old age.” He grumbled before taking his own bite, “Oh god, I’ve missed these so much.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burning hearing Beau moan his enjoyment and Jenny staring at her. Quickly, she averted her eyes to the ground, no longer hungry for food, but for something else.

“We think we might have a lead on your ex. Denise called around to some local motels that she has an in with and we think he might be staying at the Blackbird Inn. Cassie and I are going to check it out.”

“I’m coming with you.” Beau stood, grabbing another taco.

Jenny stood as well, “No. We got this. You should stay here in case he comes here. Cassie and I can handle ourselves.”

(Y/N) reached up grabbing his hand. Looking up, she knew she didn’t need to say what she was thinking. Beau simply nodded at her then looked back to Jenny.

“I need a moment before you head out.”

(Y/N) watched them step outside on the porch before she moved closer to hear what they were talking about.

“Take Poppernak with you. You don’t know what you’ll be walking into. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything…”

Jenny cut him off, “We’ve been in worse situations, but I’ll take Pop just in case.”

Beau sighed, “Thank you. The moment you have this guy in custody, call me.”

(Y/N) heard Jenny’s boots stepping down the stairs before she spoke again.

“You know this whole time I thought it was Carla that you were still in love with.”

Beau scoffed, “I told you I’m not.”

A small chuckle came from Jenny, “I can see that now. You’re still in love with the woman inside. You should tell her. Trust me, you don’t want to miss out on that chance.”

There was a long moment of silence before Beau cleared his throat, “Duly noted. Hoyt, thank you.”

(Y/N) took a few steps back as Beau opened the door. His olive eyes meeting hers knowing she had heard everything. He walked past her and into the living taking his spot on the couch again. She sat on the opposite end, the silence between them growing more uncomfortable by the second.

“What do-”

“Are you-”

They both spoke at once before (Y/N) motioned with her hand for him to go first. His leg bounced nervously and he was fidgeting with his jacket.

“What do you want to know? I know you have to have questions and I’ve never been able to keep anything from you. So shoot.”

He was right. She had a million questions about Carla and Emily, what happened to their marriage and what brought him up to Montana. However, the only question burning at the end of her tongue came tumbling out.

“Are you and Jenny a thing?”

He slowly turned his head towards her, raising an eyebrow, “Really? That’s what you want to know about?”

“No. I want to know everything that has happened to you since that night of my bachelorette party. But, I need to know that… I mean… I don’t want to…”

“Spit it out, darlin’”

Her eyes narrowed on him, “I want to make sure I’m not infringing on anything between you and her. I don’t want to get in the middle of that.”

Mischief was shining in his darkening eyes, “Why is that? Do you think something is going to happen between us?”

“History has proven that it will. After Josh, I vowed I wouldn’t make any stupid, impulsive decisions when it comes to matters of the heart.”

(Y/N) took in a deep breath as Beau’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip dragging it beneath his perfect teeth.

“Do you feel like that a lot around men?”

She shook her head, “Only you. So, I want to know if anything does happen that I’m not going to have to face the gorgeous sheriff who is obviously attracted to you.”

Beau stood up walking over to the window. He peeked out the blinds and she watched his shoulders sag for a moment.

“There’s nothing official between Hoyt and I. We flirt. We have each other’s backs. We’ve both had broken hearts.”

He turned towards her as she nodded, “So, you like her as well. I can see why. She’s gorgeous and I’ve heard the stories of her being a badass. I’m happy you found someone.”

His intense eyes were locked on hers as he walked towards her. (Y/N) started to squirm in her seat as Beau leaned in towards her.

“I found someone a long time ago. Everyone else since then has only been fleeting which is why I’ve put up walls concerning Jenny. There’s only ever been one woman who could smash through those walls in an instant.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, “Beau…”

His lips were on hers before she could say anything else. Her hands immediately went over his shoulders pushing his jacket down his arms. He tossed it to the side, breaking their kiss long enough to snatch her up over his shoulder.

“Beau!” She giggled.

“I’m not losing you again. I’m not backing down from this second or third chance. Bedroom?”

He brought her legs around his waist holding her firmly against him. His lips leaving a hot trail of kisses down the side of her neck.

“Down the hall… to the left…” She breathlessly murmured as his lips met hers once more.

She heard him kick the door shut behind them before turning and pressing her back against it. Her feet touched the ground as his hands pushed her shirt over her head. Another passionate kiss was shared as she worked on undoing his belt and jeans while Beau quickly worked on getting his button down undone. He pulled the white tank over his head as she began to push his pants down towards the floor.

Suddenly he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed behind them. She landed in a fit of giggles that faded as soon as she saw the glorious naked man in front of her. Her eyes traveling down his well toned body and noticing new scars that decorated his skin. One particular scar on his shoulder looked newer than the others.

His eyes followed hers to the scar and there was a longing in them from the memory she could see running in his head.

“Want to talk about it?” She asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

“No. I want you to take off the rest of your clothes,” He shook his head climbing over her, “so I can make love to you.”

In a few swift movements Beau had her bare and she was reminded of the scars she bore. Immediately she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to move away from him.

“Are these… are these from your ex?” Beau gently took her hands in his and moved them from around her, “He hurt you.”

The pain in his voice made her eyes well up, “The physical scars are nothing compared to the mental ones. He… broke me, Beau. I’m damaged. Now’s your chance to run if you want and I don’t blame you.”

(Y/N) watched his trembling hands brush against the longest of scars on her side. He leaned down pressing his lips to it, taking her by surprise. With each kiss he placed on her scars more tears fell down her cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere except to kick that guy’s ass when I get the first chance.” He wiped the tears from her face.

“Reminded of the woman I used to be. The carefree and happy woman. The one that always felt wild and free. The one who loved without hesitation.”

Beau settled himself between her legs and the weight of him was comforting to (Y/N). She ran her fingers over the scar on his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

He chuckled, “I’m supposed to be asking you that.”

She nodded as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. The world stopped for a moment as everything aligned into perfection. Beau and her. Together as it was always meant to be. Desperately, (Y/N) tried to commit every feeling and sound to memory. However, it was his right olive eyes lovingly looking down at her that would be the last she remembered.

A dark figure from above them stood pointing her dad’s Winchester at them.

“I told you if I couldn’t have then no one could.”

“BEAU!” She screamed.

A single shot rang throughout the room and everything went black.

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Saw You Coming

Title: Saw You Coming Summary: (Y/N) always knew one day, her past would catch up to her. When it does, the outcome is not what she saw coming. Main Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben), Reader Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader Rating: X - Explicit Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut Word Count: 3681 A/N #1: Spoilers for The Boys season 3. If you haven’t watched up to the current episode and don’t want spoilers then you may not want to read this until after you’re caught up. A/N #2: I’m tagging my normal taglist. I don’t know how much Soldier Boy I will write but feel free to ignore any fics you’re not interested in. 

For the last several weeks (Y/N)’s dreams were filled with the dark olive eyes of a man lost to the world. Vought had never told her exactly what had happened to America’s hero and frankly she didn’t care. All she knew was Vought was giving her an out and she took it without a second thought. For the last thirty years they left her alone as younger, stronger and ego-centric superheroes came up the chain. If people knew how those Supes were acquired there would be outrage. (Y/N) would know, she was the product of Vought’s earliest experiments.

She never wanted to have superpowers but her family was poor and they jumped at the opportunity of government money. By looking at her, you would never be able to tell she had powers and she appreciated the universe not making her life completely miserable. Since she had no flashy powers, Vought paid her family nicely and they lived a comfortable life. It wasn’t until she stopped aging at thirty-five that some began to guess there was more than meets the eye.

Apparently Vought had the same thought when they came to her in 1980 to participate in an experiment that would ultimately change her life forever. Now, it seemed the nightmare was returning and there was nothing (Y/N) could do to stop it.

The knock came on a stormy night. (Y/N) had a modest farmhouse in upper New York state. Very few people knew where she lived and even fewer visited. Looking through the small peep hole, she sighed heavily before opening the door.

“Oracle.”

“Soldier Boy.” She stepped aside knowing there was no use in fighting against him, “I knew you would come one day.”

He scoffed, looking around her home, “Still seeing the future, huh?” He continued to search as if looking for something in particular.

“I see you’re still as oblivious as ever. I don’t see the future. I piece together the most likely of outcomes with intelligence above those who think mostly with their dick.”

He looked back at her with a cocky smirk, “I see you haven’t lost that mouth of yours…”

“So, you escaped the Russians. Good on you. I think you’ll enjoy the internet. Lots of sex and cat videos. You should check it out far, far from here.” She turned back towards the door when he grasped her elbow.

“What do you know about the deal my team made with the Russians?” His gaze was hard and intimidating like the Soldier Boy she met at the Penthouse.

“Only what I heard after the fact. They were all tired of your bullshit including beating them into submission. Thankfully, the Countess never discussed it in front of me.”

(Y/N) felt the tiniest bit of sympathy for Soldier Boy hearing his team betrayed him, but they all knew if he continued on then it would have ended in World War III. Though, today’s Supes were not much better.

“I’ll deal with the rest of my team soon. Right now, I want to know what happened with you after our one night together.”

She swallowed the hard, bitter lump lodging in her throat. She tugged her arm free from him walking towards the kitchen.

“Do you want a drink?”

He chuckled, “Actually I would prefer something a little stronger…”

“Sorry, no drugs here. However, I have this cheap bottle of whiskey to offer to you.” She held the bottle out to him.

He twisted the cap off and took a long drink from the bottle. (Y/N) couldn’t help her eyes traveling down his strong jawline to his long throat. His Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp and the thick muscle straining against his skin. He was handsome, dangerously handsome, which was one weapon he knew how to use. Charming his way with a wink and a smile into many bedrooms of women and men.

Soldier Boy handed her the bottle back, “I recently found out that Vogelbaum had good results from his little experiment.”

(Y/N) took a long drink, nearly choking on it as he spoke, “Oh… yeah, your little dudes created an even douchier version of yourself. Congrats.” She held up the bottle to him, “Hey, he’s at Vought Tower, maybe go have a family reunion with him.”

“Unfortunately, we’ve met under difficult circumstances. I’m positive he’s going to put me back on ice if he gets a hold of me.” He walked further into her living room and everything clicked in her mind.

He must have talked to one of his team. If they talked and gave her location then they told him about the others in the experiment. How they all ended up pregnant. Which means he was here for their child.

“She’s not here.”

“She? We have a daughter.” His eyes brightened at that and for a split second she witnessed a bit of humanity within him.

“Had.” (Y/N) looked to the ground as shame pushed down on her.

“What do you mean… had?”

She looked up to see his jaw clenched, “Vogelbaum brought in all non-supes except for me. An experiment within the experiment to see if Supes are naturally attracted to one another. He was pleasantly delighted when you chose me.”

“I didn’t choose you because of your powers…”

She scoffed, “No, you chose me and I quote, ‘Because you wanted to fuck a chunk.”

He smirked, “Couldn’t pass up that delicious ass and titties. Regardless, get back to telling me where our child is.”

“Our powers were not compatible to produce the ultimate super baby. It did the opposite.”

His bottom lip trembled in anger, “Get. To. The. Fucking. Point.”

She gritted her teeth to keep her tears from falling. (Y/N) refused to let him see any weakness in her.

“Your super Neanderthal strength and my super intellect created a brittle child. Mentally and physically. Her bones were so fragile that you couldn’t pick her up and she had hardly any brain activity at birth. Vought took her away after a month of being alive and I never saw her again.”

She watched Soldier Boy walk towards the back sliding door with his fist shaking at his side. Suddenly, he punched the wall beside the door screaming.

“FUCK!”

“Hey! If you want to go destroy your own place or fuck anyone else’s homes then by all means please do. Don’t fucking wreck my home!”

“How could you let Vought take her! How could you give up on your child so easily!” He yelled, rage burning in his eyes and from his chest.

“Calm. Down. I saw the reports on the news about the explosion in New York City and TNT’s mansion. I’ll be damned if you’re going to blow me up. So calm the fuck down, Ben!”

He flinched at his name and closed his eyes, “Answer me then. Why did you give her up to them?”

“I didn’t exactly have a choice. You know how Edgar is and Vought. They take and give no choices. They told me that they were taking her back to the nursery so I could sleep. When I woke up, they told me that she was no longer my concern and released me.”

He rolled his shoulders back mumbling, “Fucking Vought.”

Well, they at least agreed on something, “Fucking Vought. So, now you know…” She gestured towards the door.

When his eyes met hers an electric current shot down her spine. The mischievous gleam and smirk curling on his lips. Moments began to flash before her eyes. Them squaring off toe to toe in a verbal match. Him picking her up and slamming her against the wall. The feel of his soft skin beneath her fingertips and the animalistic grunts slipping from his lips. The mind blowing orgasm that he would fuck out of her as she screamed his name.

“What are you putting together, Oracle?”

Her Supe codename brought her out of her vision, “T-That you’re going to be leaving now and forgetting all about me.”

She knew that wasn’t true and by the smug look on his handsome face so did he. He took a few steps towards her like a predator stalking its prey.

“Oh no, I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon.” He was only a couple of steps from her now, “And, I never forgot you.”

His hand brushed down her arm and she stepped back, “I’m so glad I made such an impression. Please leave.”

His tongue darted out over his lips and the memory of them on her from so long ago made her shiver. That damn cocky smile on his face made her cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment. She knew he would give in to him. He was going to fuck her and by the end of it she could put together that they would work together against Vought.

But that didn’t mean (Y/N) couldn’t make him work for it.

“After our night in the Penthouse, I would constantly dream about you. Wake up in the middle of the night, my cock rock hard and jerking off to the memory of you crying out my name.” As he stepped forward, (Y/N) stepped back, “The memory of your tight cunt squeezing around me. With the others, I jacked off into a cup…”

Her eyes snapped up to his with this new piece of information, “N-No… I heard you… them…”

He smiled, “I always had an eye for directing. Fuck, I could have made millions in Hollywood. I was watching them get fucked and I unloaded into a cup. They impregnated Danielle and the other, but you were special.”

She turned away from him, shaking her head, “I’m not. I wasn’t then and I’m not now.”

“But you are. You see…” His strong hands gripped her hips pulling her back against him, “I knew I couldn’t break you. I don’t have to be gentle because you’re solid.”

Even through his suit, (Y/N) could feel his hard cock grinding against her ass, “V gave you a mind like no other, a body thick and strong to protect it and that made you the perfect mate for me.”

“Fuck off!” She turned around pushing him away from her, “You’re a complete bigoted dick who would fuck anything that moved. I wasn’t special to you. I was a fucking toy for you to play with and use.”

A dark chuckle sliced through the moment of silence, “No, you weren’t. I thought I loved Crimson, but it was all a show that Vought created. After that night, I knew that you and I, we could rule over everything. We still can…”

“Oh hell no. I made a deal with Edgar a long time ago. I would leave the Supe world forever as long as they provide me this house and left me the fuck alone. I want nothing to do with superheroes or Vought. And I especially want nothing to do with you.”

She stepped right up to him looking him dead in the eyes, “So keep your little dreams of me, jack your cock off all you want and get the fuck out of my house.”

(Y/N)’s body was trembling as they stared down at one another. This was the moment. Right here, he was going to pick her up and slam her against the wall. Anger coursed through her veins as her body betrayed her by wanting him to do so. Thirty years of isolation had her skin crawling with the pathetic need of a man’s touch. Even if that man was a complete dickhead.

He leaned in close enough for the tips of their noses to touch, “Fine.”

To her utter shock, Soldier Boy walked past her and out the door. (Y/N) let out a shaky breath as the adrenaline coiled around her ready to snap at any moment. This wasn’t the first time her visions had been wrong. It was, however, the first time she didn’t want them to be wrong. She wanted to be by his side, she wanted to take down Vought, but most of all… she wanted him to fuck her hard.

Suddenly, her front door slammed open making her jump. Soldier Boy was barreling through, tossing his shield on the floor and unbuckling his utility belt. He scooped her up as his belt hit the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. His hard chest piece knocked the wind out of her as he slammed her back against the wall.

“Fuck!”

“That’s the plan.” He mumbled against her neck, rutting against her.

The small grunts echoing in her ear brought her back to their night in the Penthouse, “Why… Why me?”

He paused, “Because I knew you could take me.”

“Really?” She rolled her eyes, as he let her feet drop to the ground.

His glove covered hand groped her aching pussy, “Oh, I knew your pretty cunt could handle my cock just fine. That’s not what I meant…”

She cried out when he suddenly smacked her down there, “I meant you could take me. All of me. You and I could go head to head equally. You wouldn’t back down from me like everyone else.”

“Fucking hell, you get off on the disobedience of others. That’s why you push everyone to their fucking limits. You get off on knowing no one would ever live up to your expectations. You’re all kinds of fucked up.”

He smacked her pussy again, but this time he gritted her teeth from showing him just how much she was enjoying it.

“Takes one to know one. You get off on squaring off with men like me. Tell me your panties are fucking soaked right now from going toe to toe with me. Go on, tell me that your tight little cunt isn’t begging for my cock to clutch around.” He leaned in with his jaw clenched and nearly black eyes, “Tell me you’re not desperate for me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

The adrenaline coil snapped at that moment and she shoved him a foot back, “Fuck. You. Asshole. My pretty little pussy and I are not going anywhere near you or your fucking tiny dick.”

They stared at one another just long enough for her to take in a breath before their bodies collided into one another. (Y/N)’s hands were ripping the button and zipper down from his suit pants. His thick cock springing forward into her hands as she roughly stroked him. He tossed his chest piece to the ground and pulled the green fabric up over his head.

He snatched her up over his shoulder with a firm smack on her ass, “Fuck, you’re out of practice. When’s the last time you touched a cock?”

“Ten seconds ago when my hand was on yours, dipshit.”

He pulled her shorts down over her ass before letting it smack against her dining room table. Pulling her to the edge of it, he roughly spread her legs and immediately latched onto her clit.

“Fucking Christ!”

She felt him chuckle as he sucked on her sensitive clit. Waves of pleasure were already knocking her quickly towards the edge. His tongue pressed against her entrance as the sound of his boots hit the floor. When she was just ready to cum, he pulled away from her taking in a deep breath.

“Dear god, you still smell sweet as ever and taste even better.” He ran his nose gently over her before she grabbed the back of his head and grinded herself against his face.

“Shut up and make me cum.” She moaned from the moment of relief.  

He smacked her hand away and stood a step back from her. She looked down to see him taking off his gloves then stroking himself. His thick fingers running over his cock made her cunt clench around nothing desperately wanting them inside of her.

“Make yourself cum and I’ll enjoy the show.”

She laughed, “Has it been so long that you don’t remember how this works?” She slid her fingers over herself then pushed two inside her tight hole, “You’re supposed to take that old dick of yours and put it here. Maybe if you remember how to use it then you can make me scream your name. Unless you rather just play with yourself.”

She slowly pumped her fingers in her moaning for effect. Honestly, all she had was her fingers or toys to make herself orgasm. In the last few years, it was too much work to even do that. There was nothing that made her desire the touch of anyone or herself. Not until Soldier Boy stepped foot into her home. Now, she felt like a horny school girl needing to be dick downed by the all-star jock.

(Y/N) quickened her pace, feeling the pressure building when Soldier Boy grasped her wrist. He held it tightly keeping her from orgasming.

“I’ll show you exactly how I remember to use my dick on you.” He stepped between her legs, rubbing his swollen head down her then slammed into her.

The sudden fullness took her breath away and pain ripped up her body. In a single moment she had never felt more disgusted and fulfilled in her life. She was allowing him to use her, hell she was egging him on. Deep down, in the parts of whatever tarnished soul she had, she knew she was with exactly who she should be.

He slammed into her again bringing out another cry from her, “Fuck!”

With each thrust he grunted at her, “This. Is. How. I. Use. It. Fucking. You. Nice. And. Hard.”

“Fuck Soldier Boy… fuck me like you mean to make me cum.” She taunted him.

He growled thrusting hard inside of her then stayed there, “I’m going to make you cum until you see stars and black out. But first, I want to hear you say it.”

“Say… what?” She panted as he snapped his hips against her, never pulling out of her.

“My name. Fucking say my name.”

(Y/N) stared up at him and it clicked in her mind. His real name. He didn’t want to hear her moaning for Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy wasn’t the one fucking her right now. In all the fogginess of her own sick need to be fucked by Soldier Boy, she missed him taking down the shield of his persona and just being a man, a human.

“Say it (Y/N). Say my name.” He snapped against her again.

She smiled, “Soldier Boy.”

He growled, rotating his hips bringing her even closer to the edge, “Say it!”

“Soldier Boy.” She moaned, gripping the edge of the table and meeting his thrust.

“Fucking hell, I’m so fucking close. Say my name!” He stopped holding back.

Pounding into her, (Y/N) could feel her own release snowballing rapidly, “Soldier Boy… oh fuck… Soldier Boy.”

“Damnit (Y/N)! Shit, I’m fucking… cumming…”

A primal cry erupted from his lips as he snapped hard into her and a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her body. Finally, she cried out his name.

“Ben! Oh fuck… Ben!”

He kept thrusting into her, “Again. Say. It. Again.”

“Ben, Ben… oh god, Ben!” Another ripple of pleasure blanketed her body.

He crushed her body back against the table his softening cock slipping out of her, “Fuck that was good. I need a cigarette.”

“None here, sorry. Now get off me you big loof. I can’t exactly breathe.”

He chuckled, lifting himself off of her and that’s when she saw it again. A small piece of his humanity that he buried underneath all the Soldier Boy shit. She cupped his cheek and brought his lips to hers.

“Not going all soft on me now, Oracle?”

“You’re the one who’s soft now, Soldier Boy.” She gently fondled his cock.

He smacked her hand away before padding over to a bag she didn’t even see he had brought with him. Pulling out gray sweats and a Giants jersey. She watched him turn into a normal looking guy and her heart fluttered.

“So, what now… Ben?” She asked, putting her shorts back on.

He still had the same Soldier Boy swagger as he walked back towards her, “Now, you get in the kitchen and make me something to eat.”

She rolled her eyes before turning towards the kitchen, “I’m only making food because I’m hungry too. Don’t think I’m doing this just for you, asshole.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Extra mayo on my sandwich.” He called out.

“You can find your extra mayo in your shriveled up ballsack, Old Man.”

His bellowing laughter made her smile as she grabbed the mayo from her fridge. After making a couple of sandwiches, (Y/N) found Ben sitting on her unmade bed and watching TV.

“Here’s your damn sandwich.” She handed him the plate which he set beside him.

Ben snatched her Dawn of Seven cup before pointing to the TV where the news was showing Homelander’s latest press rally, “So, what are we going to do about that?”

“I guess we’ll have to come up with a plan and find some others who are as dumb as us to take on Vought.”

“I have a couple of boys who may be able to help with that. They’re definitely dumb enough to join the fight.” He chuckled, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Hmm… extra mayo.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “What’s the next step, Soldier Boy?”

He flashed her a shit eating grin, “First we eat. Then we fuck. Then we take over the world, starting with Vought.”

“Hmm… seems like as good a plan as any.” She knelt between his legs stroking his dick through his pants, “Right now, I’m only hungry for one thing.”

He swallowed hard as she pulled his semi hard cock from his sweats, “Well, please don’t let me stop you from getting a shot of extra mayo for yourself.”

“Shut the fuck up Ben and let me suck your cock.”

He groaned as her took him in her mouth, “Shutting up for the cock sucking...”

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