#your size kink is showing Jensen

[starboye]

Hi! I noticed you mentioned having a lot of fic requests. Would it be possible to let us know which ones you’ve received so far? It might help everyone feel assured their requests are in the queue. Thanks for all your hard work!

as requested my good sir

1.

pairing: matt sturniolo x male reader

summary: making out with matt on the couch

2.

pairing: nate jacobs x male reader

request: can you do a Nate Jacob’s hate fuck fic where reader is teasing Nate after Nate is seen talking with Maddy, which involves a lot of daddy kink

3.

pairing: jensen ackles x male reader

request: Could i request a Jensen Ackles x Male Reader; Where the reader is the personal assistant of Jensen, and for the past few weeks, Jensen has been more angry and gets pissed off easily. When reader overhears Jensen talking about maybe finding a new assistant, he realizes that his job is at stake and doesn't want to be away from his crush, so he decides to please Jensen in anyway possible. For weeks reader works overtime to do anything for Jensen, without any change, but one night, while picking up a half-drunk Jensen, he gets to know that Jensen is going through a divorce and needs someone to meet his bedroom needs. Reader jumps at the opportunity, and "sacrifices" himself to be Jensens personal whore.

4.

pairing: joshua bassett x male reader

request: Top joshua bassett x Bottom Male Reader. armpit kink and then just hardcore fucking

5.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader x topper thorton x ward cameron

request: Rafe decides to shares his boyfriend with his dad and they weren't paying attention to him all day so when they return home they find reader in the living room being fucked by JJ, Topher or Pope…Or maybe all of them at the same time.

6.

pairing: steve rogers x male reader x thor odinson

request: Both Steve Rogers and Thor are on a jog, and they see a fun size male reader and they drag him for a fuck session in public?

7.

pairing: nate jacobs x male reader

request: Nate Jacobs learns that Male reader is a new student, and he tries to have a one-night stand with him or something, but male reader immediately shows his dislike towards Nate. This catches Nate off guard, and he tries to "be friends" with him, but Male reader declines or simply walks away from Nate causing Nate to be furious and more determined to get in bed with him, however, Nate soon realizes he catches feelings for Male reader and wants to him to be his boyfriend?

8.

pairing: gilbert blythe x male reader

request: Hello, can you write something cute with Gilbert Blythe (from Anne with an E)? they are in a secret relationship but kiss every time their classmates are not watching. Reader mentally laughs when the girls talk about how cute Gilbert is, because they doesn't know that Gilbert belongs to reader as reader belongs to him. 🩷

9.

pairing: might guy x male reader x kakashi hatake

request: If it's okay can I request a Dom top guy and Dom top kakashi and bottom chubby male reader the readers who is 19 and younger than guy and kakashi catches reader sucking guys cock in the middle of the woods so kakashi joins in and they both just start f****** the reader seeing who can make the reader come more times with double penetration spit roasting cum eating and daddy kink if that's okay

10.

pairing: kayce dutton x male reader

request: Hey can I order a kayce Dutton x male reader smut with a them fucking at night in the stables and kayce starting off saying that he gonna show reader how to ride a horse and reader jokingly says save a horse ride a cowboy which he grins and then leads to reader riding him all after noon and night long in the stables with daddy kink and very sweaty please

11.

pairing: luke maybank x male reader x ward cameron

request: can we get luke maybank & ward cameron daddies fucking reader ? Reader is prostitute whore and needs the cash. Filthy degrading breeding

12.

pairing: josh hutcherson x male reader

request: Hello! Love your fics so much, thank you for doing so many male reader stories. Could I request a smut fic about Josh hutcherson x bottom male reader where you and him both worked together in a movie and with all the tension that built up between you two (stolen glances at work, touch during some explicit scenes to film), during the premiere, you and him decide to sneak away to have some alone time together? Thanks a lot

13.

pairing: ethan landry x male reader

request: Definitely need Jack champion/ethan ghost face smut!

14.

pairing: jack harlow x male reader

request: Hey! I love your writing. It’s always sooo good ;) Do you think you could write a bottom male reader x Jack Harlow smut?? I don’t have a plot in mind, but either fluffy or just something steamy ☺️ thank you!!!

~ Voyager 🌙

15.

pairing: hughie campbell x male reader

request: I'm getting on my knees and begging for a Hughie x male Reader fic 😭 I like em nerdy and awkward

16.

pairing: ken x male reader

request: Hi, could I request a story where the male reader x Ken, and the reader is Barbie's younger brother? After seeing Ken being rejected by his sister once again, the reader decides to cheer the doll up.I trust your creativity for the rest 😈

17.

pairing: sam golbach x male reader

request: To start: maybe it was a particular hot, sunny day in a “ghost town”, leaving Sam’s (very nice might I say) body all sweaty and ahem ahem musky. His boyfriend’s a semi-popular streamer who had joined as one of their many guests, and on his streaming side of their tour, he (reader) had gotten a lot of flirty comments. Sooooo naturally Sam, upon them returning to their hotel, fucks the daylight out of him. Bonus if they’re engaged and Sam’s kissing his neck and back saying he’s his and only his (extra bonus if he stuffs his undies in his mouth or something (extra extra bonus if he cums so hard into his boyfie his belly bulges, but he doesn’t pull out all night))

18.

pairing: steve harrington x male reader

request: SO THE IDEA IS STEVE���S LIKE SUPER STRAIGHT RIGHT??? It’s not like he spends half the time he’s with robin staring at the reader (and his ass) nooo way no. But then then Steve spots the reader at the pool, flirting it up with Billy (pre assimilation ofc). Steve gets jealous and drags the guy he’s TOOOOTALLY not gay for out of the sweltering summer sun (cough cough sweat kink) and claims him in the locker room. Bonus breeding kink: Steve says he’s gonna get the reader nice and knocked up so he can’t go being a slut to other guys 😇😇😇

19.

pairing: joe goldberg x male reader

request: can you write for penn badgely/joe goldberg , basically joe is obsessed with reader and has been stalking him for months. he decides to go talk to reader and drugs him by offering a coffee and kidnaps him and puts him in the glass cage. You can do the rest :)

20.

pairing: kj apa x male reader

request: What if he gets his boyfriend pregnant for real 🧍‍♂️ like mpreg 🧍‍♂️ like magical mpreg 🧍‍♂️ 😁Aaaand his boyfriend calls him to tell him the good news while he’s mid-workout at the gym-Aaaaand so he comes home to fuck the shit out of his boyfie :D sweaty and all because uhhhh musk :D

21.

pairing: Tanner Buchanan x male reader

request: Can I request some Tanner Buchanan x male reader ★ pls? He's been living in my brain rent free ever since Cobra Kai season 6 came out

22.

pairing: dylan minnettee x male reader

request: could you write about dylan minette x reader fucking in the shower ILY

23.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

request: cheater rafe angst???

24.

pairing: jake gyllenhaal x male reader x tom holland

request: Would you be ever able to write a Jake gyllenhaal x Tom holland x male reader smut where they are filming Spider-Man far from home and fuck on set?

25.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: rafe fucking ex reader

26.

pairing: dick grayson x male reader

summary: healing his wounds after a night patrol and things get steamy

27.

pairing: wolverine x male reader

summary:

28.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: Rafe cameron hate sex after an argument and him saying how much he hates you but after says he loves you

29.

pairing: ian gallagher x male reader

summary: Ian Gallagher fic where they finally get to fuck after days of not being able to bc of work

30.

pairing: vinnie hacker x male reader

summary: Fucking vinnie hacker after a fashion show bc he looks so hot

31.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: Rafe Cameron smut based on lyrics from 34 35 by Ariana grande

32.

pairing: carrington bornstein x male reader

summary: Carrington giving you a lusty look at a party and then taking you to the bathroom to give him head

[holylulusworld]

Golden retriever - Kinktober 9

Summary: He was a bad boy, and you need to punish him.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader

Warnings: power imbalance, strong/dominant reader, dom/sub undertones, sub!Jake, spanking, crops, coming untouched, language

Kink: Crops/spanking

Idea by: anon

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“She can be such a bitch, right? I mean, we do all the hard work, and she smiles into the camera and goes for dinner with Tony Stark,” one of the new assistants at your law company grunts.

“I-“ Jake, your assistant clears his throat. He looks around the break room, nervously squinting his eyes. “She can be a little rude, and loud sometimes.”

“Call her by her name, Jakie,” she coos and dares to touch your property. He flinches as if burned when she runs her manicured nails up and down his arm. “Your boss is a bitch, and I bet she’s banging every wealthy client to make more money.”

“I bet she wears only silky underwear and has a nice toyboy to fulfill her every wish,” you snarl at her. “And she doesn’t need to ride dick to make money, unlike you.”

She shrinks into herself. All color drains from her face as you step closer to size the girl up. “Miss….Y/L/N. I wasn’t…I didn’t…”

“If I were you I’d shut my mouth and remember my place. We don’t want to talk about your late-night activities at the office. You know, we have cameras at the office.”

“I…it wasn’t what it looked like,” she cries. “We only worked on some papers, and it got late. Please don’t tell anyone.”

You narrow your eyes, making the girl flinch. She runs off, almost stumbling over her feet.

“Y/N, I…” Jake swallows thickly. His heart races, but his cock swells in his pants. An instant reaction to your angry expression. “She…I mean.”

Stepping toward Jake you hold his gaze. He whimpers and puckers his lips. “I…ma’am…”

You step into his personal space, dipping your head to whisper in his ear. “You. Me. My penthouse tonight. No underwear. No talking.”

Jake almost comes untouched in his pants. He fights his body, knowing all too well that you’ll not forgive him if he comes without your allowance. “Yes, ma’am.”

He pants heavily when you sidestep him, not even sparing him a glance. Jake knows he’s in deep shit for talking like that about you with the new assistant.

Jake is kneeling on the bed. His hands were restrained behind his back, and a blindfold kept him from watching you.

This is the true punishment. Not being able to watch you dominate him.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Jake,” you stroke his skin with the end of a crop, making him shiver.

“I’m sorry…”

“Baby boy, tell me about the rules,” you slap him with your open hand. Jake pants heavily, close to drifting toward his favorite headspace. You tap his backside with the crop, lightly and quickly. “I’m waiting.”

He presses his lips together. Jake needs more. You know it, so you give it to him. Sliding the crop over his balls and half-erected cock you smirk. He’s already leaking pre-cum, and you know, he’s struggling to not come before you allow him to do so.

You slap his naked ass with the crop. A little firmer now. He doesn’t even flinch. Jake whines and struggles to stop himself from rubbing his aching cock into the cushions.

“No one is allowed to touch me. Only you,” he splutters. “I’m sorry…so sorry. I didn’t want her to touch me.”

“What else did you do wrong today?” You ask, slapping his ass again, this time a little harder. “Answer me.”

“I agreed on what she said to make her shut up.”

“Bad boy,” you grit your teeth. “I’ll show you whom you belong to.” You start to tap his ass with the crop, always paying attention to his reaction. “Is this alright?”

“Yeah-“ he purrs. “More…please…more…”

“This is punishment,” you chuckle as Jake starts squirming under the crop. He wiggles his ass, hoping for more. “Not for fun.” You tap his ass, followed by a harder whack.

The crop comes down in a steady rhythm; Tap…tap…whack…tap…whack… Until his butt is bright red. You drop the crop to the ground, immediately running your hands over his skin. “Is this okay…”

“YES!” He shouts. His body seizes up as his cock twitches violently. Jake moans your name when he creams the cushions with his seed. “I’m only yours…only yours.”

“Good boy. You did so well for me,” you undo the restraints, and help him lie on his side. “I’m going to clean you up and put some cream on your cute ass, so you won’t be sore in the morning.”

Jake smiles dopily. He watches you walk toward the bathroom and relaxes. “I wanted to tell her to stop talking about you, but you said we want to keep our relationship a secret. I didn’t want to overstep.”

“You’re mine,” you look over your shoulder. “I’m not afraid to tell anyone so. Next time, tell her you are taken. You’ll tell any bitch wanting to touch you to take their dirty hands off my man.”

Jake’s eyes flutter shut, and he sighs happily. That’s all he wanted to hear…

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[cheynovak]

Forged - Part five 

Summary: Calista is a young woman who lives with her uncle and nephew since her parents died, one day 'the God king's' guards under the leadership of a knight come to town. Looking for young women to present to the crown prince Cyrus (Luke Evans) , who is in search of a wife before he can claim the throne. Calista meets the handsome Knight Ezra (Jensen Ackles) who doesn't seem to be who she thinks he is. Will she fall for the dark intriguing prince, or will she fall for the guidance and warmth of Ezra?  

Warnings: 18+ Smut, orgasms, cheating, hurt   

English is not my first language  

Words:  6900  

Part 5 out of 6 I'm sorry I want to put so much into it, that it is getting to long for one shot.  

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

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The three of us stayed together that night.  

Cyrus had changed clothes and washed up before he switched places with Ezra, who now sat on the chair a crossed the room. I caught his glance when I lay in Cyrus his arms, a whirl of emotions showing, pain and sadness but also relieved and caring, maybe a hint of jealousy?  

I was too tired too ill to decipher it. Their protective presence a comfort amidst the turmoil made me feel at ease, knowing I'd be save. As I drifted back into sleep, I knew what soon would follow.   

Marriage. 

-- 

I woke up first, feeling a lot better. Vaguely, I remembered waking up in the middle of the night and seeing Ezra still awake, his green eyes bright in the dark as he watched me sleep. Still, he looked exhausted.  

I patted the bed beside me, offering him a place to sleep. He hesitated, looked over at his brother on my other side, but eventually crawled into bed next to me. Since I was still clinging to Cyrus on one side of the huge king-size bed, there was enough space for the three of us.  

I turned toward Ezra, my hand finding its way to tangle with his. Cyrus shifted too, his arms still tight around my waist but his face now in my neck. I looked at Ezra, mouthing "thank you." He kissed my hand placed it on his chest. The difference between Ezra’s warmth and Cyrus his coolness has never been so obvious until now when I held them both.  

He stayed on his back, his head turned, looking at me before he closed his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the bond we shared.  

Their presence gave me a sense of security. We still lay in the same position this morning. I stared at Ezra, seeing his beauty and how the first sunlight captured it, noticing the freckles on his nose and cheeks. I didn't notice Cyrus waking up until he kissed my neck near my ear, whispering, "I never thought having two men in your bed was you kink. Naughty girl." I slightly turned to look at him. "I couldn't let him sleep on the chair, could I?"  

Cyrus hummed, his breath fresh against my skin. "He cares for you." I didn't answer, unsure of what he truly meant by that. Instead, I simply let go of Ezra's hand, feeling the complexity of my emotions swirl within me. Here, in this fragile moment of peace, I realized how much I depended on both of them. Cyrus gently kissed my neck again, his hand caressing my stomach. "It's still early, try to get some sleep." he whispered, and I closed my eyes for a few more hours of sleep.  

That day, I spent time with my uncle and Micah, who seemed like he had grown so much. Both were glad Cyrus took care of 'the problem' and kept me alive and safe. They shared stories and tried to lighten my mood, but the looming wedding date kept my thoughts occupied.

The council had set the date, firmly insisting that no king could be crowned without a queen. A week from now, I would be married to Cyrus, after that he would be crowned and I would be his Queen. The weight of it all made me feel nervous and uncertain. I couldn’t help but think about the whirlwind of events leading up to this moment, and how tangled my emotions had become.  

Micah noticed my unease and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You'll be alright," he said softly. "You’re strong." I managed a small smile, grateful for his reassurance, I couldn’t believe how much he has grown, he talked like a little adult. I was proud of him, seeing and hearing he did well in school.  

As the day went on, the preparations for the wedding became more apparent. The castle buzzed with activity, servants hurrying about with decorations and gowns, I need to choose patterns and colours and dishes...  I found a quiet moment in the gardens, needing a break from the chaos. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

The sound of footsteps made me open my eyes, and I saw Ezra approaching. "How are you holding up?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes. "I'm... managing," I replied. Ezra nodded, standing beside me.  

I looked up at Ezra, my voice trembling with sincerity. "I'm sorry for everything I said about Sara and you. If you wish, you can invite her to the wedding, be your plus one." Ezra smiled gently, shaking his head. "You were right that night. I told her the truth, I don't love her, I don’t even like her.”  

A sense of relief washed over me, and I hugged him tightly. He kissed the top of my head, his breath warm against my hair. "You asked me for the truth too," he said softly. I pulled back slightly, looking into his emerald eyes as he took a deep breath. "I’ve been selfish, I wanted you here, I’ve helped you because I'd rather see you in my brother's arms than not having you in my life at all." 

I felt a mix of gratitude and sadness, understanding the depth of his feelings and the sacrifices he was willing to make. "I... I don't know what to say," I whispered, my heart aching with the complexity of our situation. Ezra smiled sadly. "Just promise me you'll be happy, no matter what. That you go for whatever you need. Set your goals on something. Live your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded. "I promise."  

Marie’s sudden appearance and her cheeky smile piqued my curiosity. I followed her to my room, where she began unboxing several spicy and sexy lingerie sets. The sight of them made me blush, nervousness coursing through me. Marie said nothing, just watching my reaction with a knowing grin.  

The lingerie sets were all different colours, each one more enticing than the last. She finally spoke, her voice teasing, "Pick one for your wedding night, the one you know Cyrus would love on you." I looked at the delicate pieces of fabric, my mind racing. This choice wasn’t just about what Cyrus would love; it was also about how I wanted to feel on that night.  

I carefully picked up a set, deep emerald green with gold accents, I don’t know why... No that was a lie, I saw it and immediately thought of Ezra. It was elegant yet seductive, Marie’s grin widened. "Good choice. " Before she started to clean them up, I held up a hand. "Hold on," I said, picking up another two sets: one white and one red. Marie chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.  

"You’re preparing for all occasions, I see," she teased. "With these, there will soon be an heir." I blushed at her implication but couldn't help but smile. "Maybe so," I replied, thinking of the expectations that came with my impending marriage. The thought of an heir, it was an inevitable part of our future.  

That night, as I lay in bed, the anticipation of the upcoming wedding kept my mind racing. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a restless sleep. In my dream, the grand hall was decorated for the wedding. Flowers and candles lined the aisle, casting a warm glow. I walked down the aisle, my heart pounding, the white dress flowing around me like a cloud.  

Cyrus stood at the altar, looking regal and composed. As I approached him, he turned to face me. His eyes, glowing an eerie purple, sent a chill down my spine. His hands and face were covered in blood, a stark contrast to his pristine attire. Horror seized me as I looked down at my white dress, now soaked in blood.  

Panic surged through me, and I turned to look at the guests. The sight was unbearable, everyone lay dead, their faces frozen in terror. Among them was Ezra, his lifeless eyes staring blankly. I screamed, my voice echoing through the silent hall, but no sound came out. The dream was suffocating, and I felt trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't escape. I turned back to Cyrus, his blood-stained hands reaching out for me, his smile twisted and sinister. 

With a start, I woke up, drenched in sweat, my heart racing. The image of the blood-soaked dress and the dead bodies lingered in my mind. I looked at my arms and legs, nothing there... It was just a dream I told myself. Yet I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled deep within me. The wedding was only a few hours away. And all I could think of was: I’m making the worst mistake of my life.  

-- 

Without thinking, I ran towards Ezra's room, still in my nightgown. Hysterical, I knocked on the door. After a moment, he opened it, looking confused and concerned. 

I burst into tears, rambling on about the nightmare. “There was so much blood, dead guests... A-a-and Cyrus... he was killing everyone.” Ezra gently took my hands, his voice soothing. “Calista, it’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re safe. Cyrus would never harm you.” 

But I couldn't calm down. The images from the nightmare still vivid in my mind. Ezra pulled me into his room, closing the door behind us. He guided me to a chair and knelt in front of me, holding my trembling hands. 

“Look at me,” he said softly, his green eyes steady and reassuring. “Breathe with me, in and out.” I tried to match his breathing, the warmth of his hands grounding me. “It was so real,” I whispered, still shaking. 

“I know,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “But it was just a dream. I promise you, nothing like that will happen.” His calm presence began to ease the terror that gripped me. Gradually, my breathing slowed, and I leaned into his touch. "It's the second dream I've had of Cyrus killing," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Ezra's expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "It's just nerves," he reassured me, though his words couldn't fully dispel the fear that lingered. I looked into his eyes, the vision of his dead gaze from my dream haunting me. "You were dead," I murmured, my hand reaching up to scratch his beard, seeking comfort in the familiarity of his touch. He smiled gently, "I'm here, Calista.”  

"Don't ever leave me," I begged, my voice trembling with desperation. I wasn't just talking about the nightmare; I needed him. Understanding the depth of my plea, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. "I won't," he whispered into my hair. "I promise."  

I kissed his neck in reflex and Ezra held me closer, his embrace tightening around me. "Calista," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and restraint. "We can't..." 

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. "I know," I said softly, my fingers still tracing gentle patterns on his shoulder, “I wasn’t trying anything. But I need you, Ezra.”  

After my nerves cooled down, I went back to my room, preparing for my big day. 

-- 

The grand hall was filled with the soft murmur of the guests as they admired the decorations and awaited the ceremony. My heart raced as Marie and a few others helped me get ready. My hair and makeup were perfect, and the dress fit like a glove, accentuating my curves while the deep open back added a modern touch.  

Uncle Henry stood by my side, ready to walk me down the aisle. As I took my first steps down the aisle, a sea of unfamiliar faces turned to look at me. My heart pounded louder with each step. Micah, looking proud, held the rings, his presence a comforting reminder of family amidst the strangers.  

My gaze kept shifting between Cyrus and Ezra, both standing tall in their suits. Cyrus looked every bit the regal prince, but the memory of my nightmare made my stomach churn. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, seemed more intense today, filled with a mix of emotions I couldn't decipher.  

Ezra, standing beside his brother, wore a supportive yet solemn expression, almost sad. His presence was a source of comfort and anxiety all at once. The nightmare's lingering grip on my mind made it hard to focus on the reality of the moment. As I reached the altar, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.  

Uncle Henry gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before stepping back. I turned to face Cyrus, my eyes meeting his. For a brief moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, but not in the good way, there was something off. The officiant began the ceremony, his words a distant hum as I tried to push the nightmare from my mind. Cyrus's hand reached for mine, his touch grounding me. Reminding me the commitment we were about to make.  

"Do you, Cyrus, prince of gods, take Calista to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the officiant's voice broke through my thoughts. "I do," Cyrus replied, his voice steady and strong. "And do you, Calista, take Cyrus prince of gods, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the officiant turned to me. 

As I said, "I do," I couldn't help but glance at Ezra. In that brief moment, I saw that flicker of hurt and sadness in his eyes again, a look that vanished as quickly as it appeared. The weight of the rings, the spoken vows, and the reality of what was happening pressed heavily on me. "You may now kiss the bride," the officiant declared.  

Cyrus leaned in, I cast one last look at Ezra, but he had already turned away, his face looked more like a mask hiding his emotions, but I saw the pain beneath it, his lips meeting mine. The kiss was firm, possessive, a reminder of the pact we had made. The hall erupted in applause, but the sound felt distant, almost muted, as my mind struggled to reconcile the emotions churning within me. 

As we turned to face the guests, hands clasped, the cheers and smiles of the crowd felt almost surreal. I forced a smile, trying to appear as the radiant bride they expected me to be. Cyrus's grip on my hand tightened slightly, a silent reminder of the unity we had to display.  

As we walked back down the aisle, the feeling of Ezra's gaze lingered, the nightmare, the poisoning, and the strained relationships weighed heavily on my mind. The festivities from the party seemed to blend into a haze as the evening progressed. The lights, the laughter, and the music all merged into a single, overwhelming experience.  

I danced briefly with Cyrus then uncle Henry and Micah, who was delighted with the cake and the attention. His joy was a brief but comforting distraction from the weight of the day's events. The last of the guests departed and the party wound down, a quiet settled over the castle.  

I found myself walking in the hallway, the sound of my footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls together with Cyrus his steps following me. I headed towards Cyrus's room, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. I finally reached the door, I heard it click shut behind me. The sound made the bubble I was in for the night burst, bringing me back to the present. 

The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced with the flickering light of candles. Cyrus stood behind me, I felt his hands move my hair to one shoulder. “You seemed tense tonight?” He tried to lighten up. “It’s just, it has been a lot the last few days”  

Cyrus kissed my neck. “Let me take care of you.” Cyrus’s touch was both gentle and assertive as he worked the zipper of my dress. His kisses along my neck were cold and electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to focus on the sensations, letting them guide me away from my racing thoughts.  

The fabric of my dress fell, pooling at my feet, and I felt exposed yet strangely liberated. Cyrus's hands roamed my bare skin, his touch a blend of reverence and desire. “So beautiful.” I turned slowly to face him, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored my own uncertainty and anticipation.  

His fingers traced the contours of my body, his gaze never leaving mine. He guided me to bed, taking off his clothes, I waited, covered by sheets, until he hovered over me. His lips and hands finding the spots my body liked, as I felt his desire press against my warm core, he moaned against my skin.  

When I felt his hands move down my legs I tensed. “Relax” he whispered, “We’ve done this part before.” We did, he did... and although it felt like magic back then, it didn’t now. But somehow my body knew how to react. I tried not to think about it, maybe I would be able to get back into the bubble, unfortunately it didn't happen.

As he guided me into a more 'comfortable' position, I tried to relax, but feeling how he lined himself up and slowly entered me, I tensed again. "So fucking tight." He murmured, Cyrus's touch, was still cold, was deliberate and focused, but allowing myself to adjust to his size.  

His hands continued to explore, finding the sensitive spots that elicited responses from my body. Despite the initial discomfort, I concentrated on the growing sensations, focusing on the rhythm of his hips and intimacy of the moment. Cyrus's murmurs of encouragement and his attempts to soothe me with his touch helped ease the tension just a little.  

I tried to push aside the lingering doubts and fears, allowing myself to be absorbed in the experience, forgetting the nightmares. As I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, Ezra’s touch came to mind. I imagined his hands and the way he had made me feel before. The contrast between his presence and Cyrus's became more pronounced. I couldn’t help but moan softly, the thought of Ezra blending with the reality of the moment.  

Cyrus, feeling my response, shifted slightly, his touch becoming more insistent. He murmured something, but my focus remained split between the reality of the touch and the vivid memory of Ezra. Cyrus had no idea, his touch becoming more bolder, more aggressive, but I felt my body change, stronger, colder, harder, I felt a sensation building. Cyrus felt it too.  

Telling me to let go, to come for him... I did, as I imagined how Ezra would feel in this moment. A shock wave crashed over me, my eyes opened just then. Cyrus joined right after. Looking at me he smiled. “So beautiful...” I turned my head when he got off me. That was the moment I saw my reflection in the dark window, the bright purple in my eyes was startling.  

I turned towards the window, Cyrus caught a glimpse of my expression. He reached out to gently touch my shoulder, his voice low and reassuring. As he looked over my shoulder to the window. I saw two pairs of purple eyes. "Extraordinary," he said. My mind struggled to process what was happening, trying to understand the implications of this newfound power and the transformation I was undergoing.  

The morning after the wedding, I woke up in Cyrus's bed, the events of the night before a hazy blur in my mind. I took a moment to really take in the room around me. The heavy drapes blocked out most of the sunlight, casting the room in a dim, almost eerie glow. The decor was minimalistic, with dark wooden furniture and sparse decorations, reflecting Cyrus's reserved and guarded nature. 

I sat up slowly, the silk sheets rustling around me. My head felt heavy, and I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The room was silent, save for the faint sounds of the palace waking up outside. I looked around, noticing the few personal touches—an ornate sword mounted on the wall, a few books on a shelf, and a small, framed portrait of his family. 

A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called out, my voice still hoarse from sleep. 

Marie entered, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Good morning, my lady. How are you feeling?" 

I offered her a small smile. "Good morning, Marie." I thought about her question, realizing that most women felt pain or soreness after their wedding night, but not I. It felt like nothing had happened the night before. "I'm... fine, just a bit tired." 

She nodded, approaching the bed with a tray of breakfast. "I thought you might need something to eat. The prince has already left for his morning duties, but he asked me to make sure you're well taken care of." 

I accepted the tray, my stomach rumbling at the sight of the food. "Thank you, Marie. I appreciate it." 

As I nibbled on the food, Marie began to tidy up the room, her movements quick and efficient. "The ceremony was beautiful," she said softly. I smiled with my lips closed, as a thank you, since my mouth was stuffed. Marie glanced at me and said, "You look stunning." 

I was confused. I had just gotten out of bed. She turned the mirror in the room toward me. My hair was a deeper shade of brown, not as black as Cyrus's, but clearly darkened. My skin had a tint lighter than usual. I stood up and moved closer to the mirror, noticing soft purple elements sparkling in my deep brown eyes. My body had changed overnight. 

"What... what happened to me?" I whispered, my voice shaky. 

Marie watched me with a mixture of awe and concern. "It seems the transformation has begun" she said softly. "Divine, you are becoming immortal.” I reached up to touch my hair, my fingers trembling. "I had no idea it would be so drastic," I murmured, trying to process the changes. 

"The Divine bloodline's power is manifesting within you," Marie explained. "It's a sign of your connection to Cyrus and the responsibilities that come with it." 

I turned to face her, my mind racing with questions. "Will this continue? Will I keep changing?" Marie nodded slowly. "Yes, my lady. As you bond further with Cyrus, the transformation will deepen.” I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Thank you for telling me, Marie. I need some time to absorb all of this." 

She bowed her head slightly. "Of course, my lady. If you need anything, I'll be just outside." As she left the room, I returned to the mirror, staring at my reflection. The changes were undeniable, but so was the reality of my new life. 

-- 

Weeks passed, and the council agreed to the coronation of Cyrus. I witnessed it at his side, feeling a mix of pride and apprehension.He had been distant these few days, and I didnt mind. The first nights I said I still felt sore, so he wouldn't touch me like he did on the wedding night.

Last few nights I pretended to stay out late in the library and pretended to be in bed too late, I didnt wantes to wake him, so I slept in my bed. He said he didn't liked it but accepted it so far.

The night ended with a grand celebration, and the palace was filled with laughter and music. During the night, I lost track of Cyrus and decided to follow him to give him my gift—a small golden ring designed to match his wedding ring. 

As I searched, I noticed him slipping away with Sara, my suspicion grew, and I quietly followed them, trying to stay hidden in the shadows. I reached a closed door and pressed my ear against it, straining to hear their conversation. 

Sara's voice was soft but clear. "I've noticed her changes, Cyrus. Is it really necessary for you to sleep with her?" My heart pounded in my chest as I heard Cyrus's reply. "My love, it would be suspicious if I didn't. We have to maintain appearances." 

As I stood by the door, I couldn't help but peek through a small crack. My heart sank as I saw Sara sitting on Cyrus's lap, their intimacy evident. Straining to hear more, I caught fragments of their conversation. 

"You have to be patient," Cyrus said softly, his tone soothing. "Soon, she'll be out of the way." Sara's voice was laced with frustration. "My poison won't work on her anymore now that you've given her the divine." 

Cyrus laughed, a sound that sent chills down my spine. "You're beautiful when you're jealous," he said, before leaning in to kiss her, deep, passionate and raw.

I couldn't stifle the small gasp that escaped my lips, and his eyes flicked toward the door, suspicion darkening his gaze. I quickly covered my mouth, holding my breath and hoping he wouldn't investigate further. 

After a tense moment, Cyrus seemed to dismiss the noise, turning his attention back to Sara. I took the opportunity to slip away as quietly as I could, my heart racing with a mix of fear and betrayal. They were more than just friends. I stepped back, trying to process the betrayal. My mind raced with questions and doubts.  

I clenched the ring in my hand, feeling a wave of anger and hurt wash over me. I couldn't bring myself to return to the celebration or to Cyrus's room. Once in my own chambers, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my wedding ring. A wave of sadness and anger washed over me. I had pushed Ezra away for what? Betrayal and deceit. 

As I was changing clothes I noticed the red lingerie, meant to symbolize a night of intimacy and trust, now felt like a cruel joke. Determined, I grabbed my robe and left. As I walked through the dimly lit corridors, I found myself at Ezra's door. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the wood. Should I knock? Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly but received no answer. He was probably still at the party. 

I tried the handle and found the door unlocked. Slowly, I pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was empty, clean, and filled with light from the moon filtering through the large window. It had a serene quality, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. 

I walked further into the room, taking in the details. A book lay open on the bedside table, a small sign of Ezra's presence. I placed the red lingerie on the bed and sat down, my mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and deception. I walked to his bathroom, taking in the sight of the marble bath that looked over the garden filled with golden lights.  

The soft glow from the lanterns outside bathed the room in a warm, ethereal light, creating a serene and almost magical atmosphere. The tension and exhaustion of the night began to melt away as I stared at the inviting bath. 

-- 

Back at the party, Cyrus was mingling with the guests, his smile perfectly masking the turmoil within him. He scanned the crowd for any sign of me, growing more concerned with each passing minute. Finally, he approached Ezra, who had been quietly observing from the edge of the room. 

"Have you seen Calista?" Cyrus asked, trying to keep his voice casual. "Nobody has seen her for a while." Ezra shook his head, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "No, I haven't. I'll go look for her." Cyrus nodded, forcing a smile. "Thanks, brother." 

Ezra left the party, his mind racing as he searched the palace. He checked the gardens, the library, even the small alcoves where I might have sought solitude. But I was nowhere to be found. As he walked through the dimly lit corridors, he suddenly realized there was one place he hadn't checked: his own room. 

Heart pounding, he made his way there, pushing the door open to find the room empty. His eyes quickly scanned the area, his eyes fell om the bright red lingerie and then he noticed the soft glow of light coming from the bathroom. Approaching cautiously, he gently knocked on the doorframe before stepping inside. 

-- 

The sight that greeted him took his breath away. I was soaking in the marble bath, surrounded by the golden light from the garden lanterns, and petals from red roses covering my body. My eyes didn't look away from the garden as I heard him enter. My dark hair was up and out of the water, my fingers caressing the side of the bath in the exact same red as the roses. I heard Ezra closing in, the sound of his footsteps almost inaudible on the marble floor. 

"Calista," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "Why did you leave without saying anything? We were worried." 

I didn't answer, instead, I spoke in a detached tone. "I had no idea your bathroom had such an amazing view. Almost too good to be true... like everything in this palace." He knelt down beside the bath, his worry palpable. "What's wrong?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer. 

I continued to stare out at the garden, my voice cold and distant. "Nothing is wrong, Ezra. Everything is just... perfect." He reached out, his fingers lightly touching my arm. "Calista, talk to me. Please."  

After a moment of silence he got up, looking down at me with worry in his eyes. “Let me get Cyrus for you.” My head snapped towards him, my eyes blazing, I noticed a hint of purple flash through the room. "Don't you dare get him," I hissed, my voice low but filled with a desperate intensity. 

Ezra froze, his hand lingering in midair. "What happened?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I still didn't answer. Instead, I stood up, water and rose petals cascading down my body. Ezra tried to look away, to only meet my eyes, but he couldn't resist stealing short glances. I walked up to him, my hand caressing his shoulders. 

"Calista," he said, his voice strained. "What are you doing?" 

"Taking what, no, who I want most," I replied before leaning in and kissing him. Cyrus his Divine not only gave me a little his strength and immortality, but also a piece of his confidence and cunning.

Ezra's initial hesitation melted away as he responded, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer, feeling my skin. The kiss was intense, filled with a mix of desperation and longing. I felt ten times better, hotter than when I was still human. I moaned softly, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it.  

He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "Calista, are you sure about this?" 

“Yes.” I looked into his eyes, my resolve unwavering. "I need this. You." Our lips met again, and this time there was no hesitation, no holding back. Ezra's hands roamed over my body, his touch igniting a fire within me. 

Ezra's hands found the small of my back, pulling me even closer, as if he couldn't bear to let go. His lips trailed from my mouth down to my neck, sending hot shivers down my spine. I felt the need to be as close to him as possible, to feel every inch of his skin against mine. 

Time seemed to stand still, and nothing else mattered but this moment. Ezra guided me to his bed, the room still bathed in the golden light from the garden. I was consumed by an intense urgency, my hands and nails working to rid him of his clothing as quickly as possible. 

His skin felt warm and inviting beneath my touch, and he responded with a fervent energy that matched my own. My fingers dug into his skin, leaving trails of desire and need. I bit his lip, a mix of passion and frustration fueling my actions. He groaned softly, his hands gripping my hips as I maneuvered us. 

With a deliberate move, I turned him around, pushing him down onto the bed with a mix of tenderness and assertiveness. I positioned myself on his lap, straddling him, feeling the heat of his body against mine. The sensation was electrifying, a perfect blend of dominance and vulnerability. 

Ezra’s hands tightened around my waist, his strong arms supporting me with a mix of tenderness and need. As I arched my back, I felt a thrilling shiver, almost losing my balance but held securely by his grip. His lips traced a heated path along my neck, his kisses turning into playful nips that made me gasp with pleasure. 

I could feel his breath against my skin, each touch electrifying. His mouth moved lower, finding the curve of my breast, his kisses and nibbles igniting a fire that made me arch further into him. My nails dug into his hair, the sensation of his soft strands slipping through my fingers.  

The room was charged with an intense, almost primal energy as we allowed the passion between us to take control. Ezra's movements became more urgent and fervent, his touches and kisses a testament to the depth of our connection. 

He guided us with a forceful yet gentle dominance, turning us around with a decisive motion. As I moved further up against the pillows, I watched with a mixture of anticipation and desire as he removed the last piece of fabric, revealing himself completely. His bare form illuminated by the golden light of the room, and I felt a surge of admiration and longing. 

My lips parted as I took in the sight of him, my heart racing. When he crawled over me, his presence overwhelming yet comforting, I could no longer hold back. The need for him was overpowering, and I pulled him closer, our bodies aligning perfectly. 

He asked me again "Are you sure?”  I smiled and said “ Isn't the queens wish your command?” He pushed his hard and oh so big member inside. The initial sting and stretch were sharp, like the first time, but the intensity of the moment quickly turned that sensation into something different, something more consuming. 

Ezra's voice was a husky whisper against my ear, “Your wish is my command, my queen.”  and I felt the weight of his words as he moved within me. 

As Ezra's body moved with mine, the initial pain quickly dissolved into a tidal wave of sensations that I had never experienced before. His hands roamed over my skin with a possessive tenderness, exploring and kneading, leaving trails of warmth wherever he touched. 

His fingers traced the curves of my body with a deliberate, almost reverent touch. He cupped my breasts gently, his palms pressing against the soft flesh, while his thumbs brushed over my sensitive nipples, eliciting soft moans from my lips. Each caress was both soothing and electrifying, a mix of firm pressure and delicate strokes that made my breath hitch and my body arch in response. 

His hands slid lower, tracing the line of my hips and down to the curve of my thighs, where his touch became more insistent and urgent. He gripped my legs, pulling them closer, creating a deeper connection that made every movement between us more intense. I scratched at his back, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure built, the friction heightening every sensation. 

With each thrust, Ezra's movements were both powerful and graceful, a perfect dance of passion that made my body quiver. His breathing became ragged, mingling with my own gasps and moans. The rhythm we created together was intoxicating, a blend of raw desire and tender exploration that made it feel like every touch, every kiss, was both a discovery and a fulfilment. 

As I turned us around, I felt the full force of his gaze on me. His hands were firmly gripping my thighs and ass, his fingers digging in as I rode him with a fervent rhythm. The sensation of his cock moving inside me, combined with the way his hands held me so securely, sent waves of pleasure through me. 

Ezra's eyes were half-closed, heavy with passion and exhaustion. His lips parted slightly, emitting deep, guttural groans that echoed my own moans of pleasure. Each movement of mine elicited a shuddering response from him, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. His expression was one of sheer, unrestrained bliss, eyes locked onto mine with a look of wonder and adoration.  

Ezra's gaze, filled with a mix of awe and a sparkle of gold that mirrored the hues in his paintings, was intensely captivating. As I rode him, his head fell back in sheer pleasure, every muscle in his body tense with the overwhelming connection we shared. The sight of him, lost in the moment, his body moving with each rhythm and shudder, was both vulnerable and intoxicating. 

His groans grew more ragged, each sound a testament to the escalating intensity between us. When he grunted that he couldn’t hold on much longer, I slowed my movements, sensing his desperate need for release. Our eyes locked, and I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. My voice, low and sultry, whispered in his ear, “I’m not ready to stop yet.” 

With a swift, deliberate motion, he turned us around. I found myself on my stomach, my legs closed tightly, my hips slightly up as he positioned himself behind me. The shift in position was immediate and electrifying, his presence overwhelming as he entered me again. I clung to the sheets, the fabric bunched in my fists, losing myself in the pleasure and not caring if anyone outside could hear the sounds of our passion. 

Ezra’s hands gripped the sheets tightly beside my head, his knuckles white with the effort of maintaining his hold. His breathing was ragged, each thrust hard and deep, causing the bed to creak with the force of our movements. The way his hands gripped the fabric mirrored the intensity of his thrusts, which were steady and unrelenting, each push driving us both deeper into the throes of passion. 

Every stroke, every deep thrust, seemed to bring us closer, the friction and pressure building with an almost unbearable intensity. His breath was hot against my skin, mingling with the warmth of the room, creating an atmosphere charged with overwhelming sensation. 

His body hovered over mine, the muscles in his arms and back tensed with each powerful movement, his hand slid between me and the bed, caressing the bundle of nerves between my legs. “I'm close, don't stop, please don’t stop.” I murmured in the sheets over and over. He listened, kissing my back as he pushed me over the edge, after that we switched again, He sat up back straight taking a breath.  

Ezra’s breath quickened as he watched me, his eyes intense with a mix of longing and determination. After a short breath, I straddled him again, my body trembling from the earlier climax, he helped guide my movements, his hands steady on my ass, kneading the flesh, I could see the little sparks of gold burning in his eyes, a fire that told me his release was close. 

I wanted him to feel the same sensation I had just experienced. “Come inside me.” I whispered but despite my desperate pleas for him to come, his voice was firm, holding back. "No... consequences... " he said, his tone a mix of resolve and teasing control.

I begged again, “Come inside me,” he wanted to pull me off him, but I refused, using my power my strength pushing his back against the bed. My hand pushing firm on his chest. "Calista, please stop... I- I can’t."  

I bit his lip still taking him deep, I asked again more demanding, almost an order to a soldier... a knight, my knight. “Come inside me. I need to feel you." His breath hitched and groaned “Say that again” he begged. With a grin on my face I said it again. “Fuck, Ezra... Come inside me.” His hand pinched my hip. “I-is that a command my queen?” - “Yes! Yes it is... Do it.”  

Like a good soldier, he listened, he finally let go. The room seemed to pulse with a radiant energy as our connection reached its peak. The intensity of the moment created a dazzling display of light, a symphony of purple and gold swirling around us. His eyes locked with mine, I could see the shine retract showing his emerald green eyes again.  

He looked at me, his expression a mix of wonder and satisfaction. I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the raw emotion that mirrored my own. As I lay beside him, the cool touch of the sheets and the soft glow of the aftereffects of our passion wrapped around us. 

“What got into you?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with curiosity. 

I turned to face him, a smile playing on my lips. “I’m done being a pawn for your brother, and I don't want you to be one either.” I said, his eyes softened as he took in my words. A deep, genuine smile spread across his face, reflecting the joy and relief that matched my own. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead, his touch tender and affectionate. my voice steady and filled with conviction. “It is my turn to take what I want.” I added and kissed him again  

And what I wanted, from the beginning, was Ezra.  

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Fixing A Problem - Mob Boss!Ari x Reader

By @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Summary: Ari and You were invited to an evening at Steve’s and Bucky’s estate. After an easy going evening, you and Ari are made aware of exactly why the invitation was extended.

Warnings: Oral Sex, mentions of drugs, alcohol, working women and assault. No heavy detail of the last two.

Island Paradise - Jake Jensen x Reader

By @secretswiftymarvelfan​

Summary: Stuck on an island paradise pretending to date your best friend... what could possibly go wrong...

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Lil bit of Angst! Anti-Tech Mogul!

Secret Crush - Chris Evans x Reader

By @lives-in-midgard

Summary: Reader drives to Chris, then a thunderstorm comes and the reader has to stay the night and share a bed with him.

Warnings: Fluff! Thunderstorms!

I’ll Love You More - Alpha!Trucker!Ari x Reader

By: @autumnrose40​

Summary: He slightly smiles and sighs softly, “Alright honey, thank you for trusting me, why don’t you get some sleep, it’s gonna be a few hours before I drop the load off, if you need anything, let me know, my name’s Ari.”

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics! Mild Angst! Size Kink! Pregnant Reader!

Locked In - Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: Your usual Friday night with Frank takes a surprising turn

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Tiny bit of Angst!

Nomad’s Girl - Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Mob life can be dangerous, but Steve shows you the lengths he'll go to to make you feel safe

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Steve! Mob Environment! Violence! Attempted Sexual Assault! Mention of Drugs! Trauma! Angst! Fluff! SMUT 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

[oh-my-damn]

ok ok ok I got sommin for you bestie 

Jake Jensen is an alpha and he certainly has the physique to match, but because of his beta parentage and upbringing, he’s never carried himself like one. This has resulted in Jake being ostracized and isolated from his peers. BUT, when one of the most eligible and prized omegas on campus, and the on-and-off girlfriend of golden boy/frat prez Steve Rogers, YOU, begins to show interest, Jake is drawn into the fray of greek life, house parties, and hazing.

..basically jake is a lil nerd and you're a lil sorority girl and you make his glasses fog up at parties and do things to trigger his alpha instincts bc he's cute and you see his potential and steve, your ex, pitches fits and wants to fight him bc HE wanted to be your alpha, but, like, instead, you've chosen the guy steve and his buddies have been bullying for the past two years ??? what the fuck ??? but you're sick of bonehead alphas like steve and you know jake would be perfect if you could just bring out those natural qualities all alphas have.

i just send people movie synopses at this point lmao i don't expect you to do anything with this ofc bb BUT YOU WANTED A JAKE PLOT AND SO YOU GOT ONE !!!

AHHH OMG BESTIE I FUCKING LOVE THIS

Okay but honestly, why don't you write it?! like this is such a good idea !!

It would obvi be my honor to try and work something out for it bc I love it but seriously !!! I always want to encourage people who have great ideas to get into writing <3

But like, hey, if not, I'll gladly take this gem !!! Love itttttt

Oh my god and she's super popular and like her parents are rich and her dad and steve's dad are like business partners so they've been like "destined" to be together, but Steve's scent never hit her quite right which is why she never let him mate her!

And she gets one whiff of dorky jake and gets literal heart eyes and its like her entire body starts vibrating and she just KNOWS he's her alpha

so she'll start showing up randomly where she knows he'll be, like there's a coding club on campus and she knows they do those all nighters where they play video games and shit. and she shows up with two of her best friends (wanda and nat) in her little shorts and top and the other guys in the club are also cute nerds (i'm thinking Hayden and perhaps Mace and Nick?) and they're all like "huh???" but immediately lets them join because THERE ARE HOT GIRLS HERE

And she'll sit down next to Jake who's all shy and stuttering and like her thigh will brush up against his when she's like "What are you playing? Can I try?"

And he nervously hands her his controller and she giggles and is like "I need you to teach me, dummy. I don't know how."

So somehow she ends up sitting between his legs, leaning her back against his chest, while he holds the controller with her, making her fingers move on the buttons. And his breathing is so heavy and his glasses are starting to fog up and his mind is swimming because she smells better than anything he's ever fucking smelled in his entire life.

And once they start dating the blowup happens when Steve finds out and he tries to pick a fight with Jake but Jake just straight up hits him in the jaw and knocks him to the ground without even thinking bc his alpha's instincts take over.

And she's so proud of him in that moment for standing up for himself bc she always knew he was a true alpha even if he didn't himself.

Oh and for kinks I'm def thinking a size one (he's thick and beefy all over) real messy, maybe also an innocence kink BUT FOR HER. Like he's a virgin, she isn't?! first time she sucks his dick he comes IMMEDIATELY and gets all blushy and she just chuckles and gives him a sweet kiss and then five mins later he's ready for round two.

And he gets addicted to the feeling of her wrapped around him so he wants to be inside her literally at all times. Lots of cockwarming, somno too.

Idk yeah just my quick thots lmao im sorry its so long

[waynes-multiverse]

Dude, you can’t imagine my excitement when I read the warnings for this part! 😁 Let’s do this! I’m so ready for it!!!! 😍👏🔥

Y/N’s hands eagerly fumbled with her keys. 

I already picked the first line because it tells you so much! First of all, I love how you thrust me immediately into the action. We’re already at her house and “eagerly fumbled” lets me know in an instant that Beau is right behind her and that we’re getting some action! It also tells you so much about her emotions and nerves leading up to it. Well done! 👏

His hands were resting on her hips, his eyes peeking over her shoulder, his hot breath fanning her temple. 

Beau, seriously?! How do you expect a woman to open a door like this? We’re lucky she didn’t faint. That poor woman 😂

Beau never shied away from physical contact, quite the opposite, but intoxicated, he was almost clingy. 

Awww, I can see that for him! (For Jensen, too, actually 😅)

Those enormous, warm palms on Y/N’s hipbones drove her crazy. 

Your size kink is showing, bestie 😝

He bent down, longing to meet her gaze, and they chuckled tipsily against each other’s faces. 

Drunk fooling around is honestly the best 😏 I adore the slight awkwardness about their next steps and the playfulness and cuteness. It’s so realistic! 😍

“I’d rather taste you, darlin’.” 

He was drunk on devotion, hoping to find the same overwhelming need in her gaze.

I love the way you phrased that!!! Amazing! 👏

Using the moment of surprise to his advantage, he grabbed Y/N by the waist and hauled her up over his shoulder like a ragdoll. 

Sure, just throw us around and take us any way you want us, sheriff! Dear Lord, this is hot 🥵🔥

“Come on, you love it when I take the lead.” 

I legit choked on air 😂 He’s not supposed to know our secrets, dammit!!!

The sherriff, who was usually cool as a cucumber, gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing knowingly. His girl had him wrapped around her finger, and he loved it. 

Hehehe 😈 I love them so much! 😭🖤

Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, clad in her black lacey underwear, a foil pack in hand, ready to grab the bull by the horns.

This sentence made me laugh so damn hard 🤣 Determination in a Texan theme! Go get him, cowgirl! 🤠 (I do think whatever she’ll find is gonna be bull-sized, so...)

What she didn’t expect was to be greeted by the faint sounds of snoring.

Awww, the bull is tired ❤️😅 Being gorgeous takes a lot of energy, apparently.

It was then that Y/N realized she didn’t need to sleep with Beau to seal the deal. She was a goner already. Long past the point of return.

She was in love with him.

Of course she is! And I love she realized it before they even had sex. It’s gonna make their first time even more special 🥺❤️

“Hmm. That simple, huh?”

“That simple. Don’t worry about it.”

I love how you always come back to this point! Consistency is our friend 🥰

“One good-night-orgasm, comin’ right up,” he declared, his head disappearing underneath the sheets.

God, he’s so cute! Even when he is sexy af, the cuteness wins all! ❤️

And dear Lord, that was hot! 🥵💦 I absolutely loved their communication throughout! You always put such a realistic spin on your couples. It’s super hot, but yet, it’s not polished, you know? It’s not that “here’s this superhero of a man who can do no wrong and there’s never any awkwardness or hiccups.” I’m so in love with the realness of your writing and the way two humans interact and communicate with one another. That’s what always makes your stories so fantastic and well-crafted!

I so can’t wait to read more of this adorable story! 😍👏🖤

That Simple

Part 4

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new sherriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?  

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff, smut, 18+

Word count: 3.3k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of drinking, explicit sexual content, dry humping, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, cursing

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! I hope you enjoy! Wanna be tagged? Send me an ask ❤️

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Y/N’s hands eagerly fumbled with her keys. Beau and her had taken a cab back to her place. Darkness surrounded them, the porch lamps being the only helpful source of light.

Right now, her partner was standing behind her, waiting for her to open the front door. His hands were resting on her hips, his eyes peeking over her shoulder, his hot breath fanning her temple.

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[misguidedasgardian]

Moon of my life

MY MASTERLIST

Your boyfriend Jake loves you and supports you in your journey to self love <3

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Plus size reader

Warnings: some GOT geekness and references, fluff, Jake has a thigh kink, pet names (khaleesi, my sun and stars, moon of my life, babe, others), oral sex (f receiving), smut, unprotected morning sex (remember guys, no birthday party without a hat), reader is self conscious, stretch marks reference, Jake likes it when we squeeze his head with our thighs, some special guest showing up at the end

Notes: This is self indulgence and I wanted to share it with you guys, hope you like <3 This is my first JJ and I think he is the sweetest, and I totally see myself having a relationship with him hahaha

“Yer jalan atthirari anni (moon of my life)” Jake whispered in your ear as he kissed your temple and wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind. You stopped looking at your reflection to look at your boyfriend

“Babe you learned how to say it!” you celebrated, smiling at the reflection, grabbing his arms caressing his arms with the tip of your fingers, “Yer shekh ma shieraki (my sun and stars),” you answered, he smiled just as brightly as you

“Geek!” he mocked, and released you from his hold as you giggled

“Yeri Vosecchi” you said, dramatically, “Yeri vadrivoe” he laughed loudly as he returned to you, grabbing your sides and drawing you to him . He kissed you again, in a way you knew you weren't going to get out of the room.

Suddenly and in a wink, you were on the bed with your boyfriend on top of you

“You have to go to your soccer practice” you moaned, when he left your lips to draw kisses and nibbles down your jaw and going for your neck

“They won’t mind when I tell em’ the reason I’m late is because I got caught between your thighs” he removed your cotton pajama pants, and you let him, there was something about mornings with your boyfriend that always had you so horny, but before you let him indulge in you, you looked at the window, where the sun shined brightly, illuminating the room and you both in heavy detail

“Let’s close the curtains” you begged, grabbing his shoulders, stopping him

“But then I won’t be able to see you” he said, surprised, you just smiled at him, embarrassed. You have had sex with Jake multiple times, but you still navigating how comfortable you were with him seeing you, like, really really seeing you. He hadn't noticed but you always let him go down on you when there was little or no light at all. His movements halted when he took your pants off, waiting for you

“I’m a little embarrassed” you muttered

“Why?” he looked hurt, like you didn’t trust him. You closed your legs, in a way of protecting yourself from his gaze

“My thighs” you said, like it was obvious

“What about them?” he asked, placing his big hands over your knees

“They have, stretch marks and they are too thick” you explained

“I love your thighs” he said, smiling widely, “And I love your stretch marks, you look like the hottest, coolest tiger ever, and I LOVE…” he pushed your knees opening you for him, “YOUR FREAKING THIGHS” He growled like a caveman, making you laugh, forgetting about your self consciousness when you let him slide your panties off of you

“You do?” you asked

“As much as I love this pussy” he purred, and you couldn't help but hide your face between your hands. But your hands abandoned your face to grab the sheets when he started dropping kisses in your soft skin.

“Your skin is so soft right here” he whispered, creating goosebumps with his thick breath against your inner thighs, he made a trail of wet kisses towards your core and you breathed in, expecting what was coming and excited about it.

A moan escaped your mouth when he kissed your right over your clit, and then he chuckled against your folds. his tongue made his appearance, licking where he dropped kisses

“Jake” you called, lost in the sensations of his big hands squeezing your thighs, his tongue drawing lazy shapes on your pussy lips

He ate you out like a man starved, his open mouth all over your folds, his tongue lapping at you, taking everything you gave him, but then, he separated himself

“Babe?” he asked, looking at you

“Yes?” you asked, breathlessly

“I want you to squeeze my head” he demanded, and you looked at him, confused

“What?” he hugged your thighs with his arms, making you close them trapping his head in between

“Squeeze my head babe” he purred, an you just nodded and he dove right back in your pussy, still with each of his arms around each of your legs

“I’m going to suffocate you” you warned, scared

“The fucking best way to go” he purred, with his nose rubbing your clit, and his tongue fucking your hole. You felt your orgasm building quickly, and before you knew it, you were squeezing his head between your thighs, and moving your hips towards his face. He just moaned and growled.

“That’s it baby” he said, like a prayer, “Just let go, give me everything,” and like a comand, you cummed all over his face, and he drank it all, all your juices he drawn from you he took greedily

When he resurfaced from your pussy, you released him

“Jake” you called, like a plea, “I want you inside me”

“Your wish is my command” sometimes he could be such a geek, but you loved him specially because of it. His hands traveled upwards, from your legs to your hips, grabbing his shirt that you were wearing revealing your skin, he leaned in to kiss every inch as he was advancing towards your belly. The need to cover yourself was intense, but you breathed it in when you saw your boyfriend’s golden head as he kissed you intensely traveling north. He didn’t care, he was adoring you, every inch of you, and he reassured you when he looked at you with those shiny and playful eyes you liked so much

“Fuck I can’t believe you are my girlfriend” he whispered, kissing just above your belly buttom

“‘I'm the one that can't believe it,” you responded. He smiled and wet all the way to your face to kiss you, it was your time to caress him, your hands traveling from his hairs, to his neck, to his shoulders, growling when his shirt provided you from touching his warm skin, so you found the hem and your hands traveled north, touching every muscle and ridge of his toned body. You felt him smile against your mouth as he placed his hands right beside your shoulders so he wouldn’t crush you. You doubted he ever could though. Your fingers tickled him in the skin of his groin teasing him, touching the waistband of his gray sweatpants, so you took them out with his help, releasing his thick cock. You moaned at the sight of the shiny tip, already leaking precum, but you couldn't keep admiring him, since he kissed you, devouring you whole.

You grabbed his dick with one of your hands, you needed him, he growled on your mouth

“I want you on top” he said, smiling softly, you shook your head. “Pretty please?” he grabbed you and in a single movement, he turned you and you were on top of him in a second

“Jake!” you giggled, trying to straddle him, to remove your weight from him, but he grabbed you by your thighs, tightly, making you gasp, but laying your weight on his waist. You fighted a little when he tried to pull his shirt off of you

“Please” he begged, and you closed your eyes as you let him, not wanting to see his reaction, but what you felt instead was his big hands caressing your hips, waist, your soft belly, your full breasts, his thumbs rubbing your nipples until they pebbled, and you were moaning in a second

“You are so beautiful” he purred, “I want you to ride me” you only nodded, lost in him. you raised your hips only a little and Jake help you with one of his hands grabbing on your hip, and the other over your hand to line his cock with your entrance

You whined when he teased you with his tip

“Babe” you called, pleading him

“Sink into me” he demanded, and you nodded sinking into him, his thick and big cock spreading you open for him

“Oh God” you moaned, stretched with pleasure, a electricity

“Yes!” he growled, his eyes closed ad his head turning back against the pillows when your walls strangled him, “Always so tight for me, sweet girl” he moaned, his hands on your hips so tightly he was going to leave bruises, he was enticing you to move, so you did, you place one of your hands in his chest, for stability, to star moving your hips back and forth, creating a friction that soon got you both insane, starts were clouding your vision when you found the exact angle that ade his tip touch that spongy spot.

“Jake” you called, as he called your name, his hands now on your thighs, caressing them and his eyes admiring your form, and in that moment, riding your man, at the brink of another mind blowing and loving giving orgasm, you felt like a goddess, who was drawing this sounds and gestures of pleasures from this gorgeous man

“I love you so much” he said, with half lidded enamored eyes

“I love you too” you responded, leaning in to kiss him, and after you did, his mouth reached one of your breasts, catching your nipple in his mouth. You moaned as you moved even faster, fucking yourself into him, he helping you, moving his on hips upwards to meet your movements. It was too much, your hands on his head, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, his tongue and soft grazing of his teeth in the sensitive skin

You cummed all over his dick, your juices pooling at the base, his hips kept you in place as he als groaned, filling you up with his cum, painting your walls, with an intensity that left you both breathless. You just fell over his chest, your sweaty cheek sticky against his pec, both of you trying to catch your breath

“That was amazing” he purred, caressing your back and kissing the crown of your head, you just whined in an affirmative way, not being able to even speak

With a kiss on your temple and a smile he left you in the bed and exited the apartment to his soccer practice

You adjusted your top again, trying to get it as low as you could, without compromising your cleavage. You took a long sigh when you checked the entirety of your outfit again.

You like this outfit

It looks good on you

You repeated on your head like a mantra

You like this outfit

But not in you.

You shook your head

Yes you do, you nod again in a last twirl in front of the full size mirror

Yes, the top was short, it was more accurately described as a crop top, but you thought it was cute… and Jake saw you eyeing it when you went to the mall last week and got it for you. It was your favorite color and short sleeved and a cute deep V neck. You decided to wear a neutral colored short cotton top under it, that hugged your breast a little too tight to help the neckline. It was short enough to leave a thin, even less than an inch of skin before it met your high waisted jeans. Ok the longer you stared at it, the longer you’d find more flaws to it, so just breathed and looked away to grab your bag and finally put your favorite shoes, you took another breath before you opened the door to your apartment and walked out

You looked good

You repeated again, nodding to yourself, you tried not to catch your own reflection in the mirror of the elevator, giving yourself your own back to look at the steel door.

There are other people out there, who look just like you. You told yourself, and they dress like they want, they don’t care what other people think or say, and they are confident, and you can be like that too, you are all goddesses in your own way.

Another long breath and the elevator doors opened, you walked out to meet the doorman of your building, you greeted with a soft hello and he answered back.

In every step you took you felt more confident, as the people you encountered paid you no mind, gave you no dirty looks, no snarky comments. You breathed more freely as you reached the light in the corner, you caught your reflection in the window of a building as you waited for the green light, and you liked what you saw, you liked these jeans, they were comfortable, and you liked this top, and they looked good on you. You smiled to yourself and you liked the reflection even more, so you played your favorite song and started walking towards the park to get your boyfriend who was just finishing his practice

You saw Jake at the other side of the small park, on his soccer practice with his friends, suddenly, you felt self conscious again as you were almost the only one there, so you grabbed your bag tightly to try to calm yourself, and as you locked eyes with your boyfriend who smiled widely as he saw you approach, he opened his arms in a grand gesture, calling the attention of the other guys in the group.

Oh gods, was your top too tight? Is the neckline too revealing? your jeans accentuating your hips?

“Holy shit!” Jake screamed, an you shrieked in your place, embarrassed at his reaction, grabbing your purse tightier and wishing you had brought a hoodie with you, “Fuck me you are a smoke show”

“Jake, stop it!” you begged, he literally ran towards you as he cradled your face with his big hands, and leaned in to kiss your lips, you giggled against him, as he wrapped your arms around you, even if he was sweaty, “Damn you look so hot!” he purred against your lips

“It’s just a top and jeans” you muttered, still embarrassed, but feeling butterflies in your tummy when he looked at you

“There is nothing hotter than confidence my Khaleesi” he responded, “Well, except from you, obviously, and the combination is like wildfire”

“You are embarrassing me stop lying” you whispered

“May Thor strike me dead if I’m lying” he said, pretending to be extremely offended while he placed his hand on his chest like I hurt him. You both walked towards the small group, you tried to stay as close to Jake as you could, sticking to his side, “Hey guys, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N)” He introduced, and you wanted the earth to swallow you when he placed his big hands on you shoulders, putting you right in front of him, “She has the hottest thighs and speaks dothraki”

“I don’t” you giggled, but waved at the bunch of sweaty, beefy guys that were staring at you, all of them hot, complete smoke shows, model and actor material. Oh gods, where are they going to mock you? wondered what Jake saw in you? he talked about you like you were Beyonce, and you certainly weren't her… so… But the looks in their eyes, weren’t of disgust, or mockery, like you were expecting

“My sun and stars, these are my soccer team, or what remains, the others already left but, he is Steve, Bucky, Ari, and Charles” you waved awkwardly, completely embarrassed

“Oh so you are the reason he is late” your legs could burn from Steve’s stare

“You really told them?” you asked with greeted teeth, now you really wanted the earth to swallow you

“Jake can’t shut up about you” purred Ari, also trailing the entirety of your body with his eyes. Nah, you had to be hallucinating, they couldn’t be looking at you in that way, "Normally we would say that a morny would slow us down but today Jensen was freaking inspired" you felt like you could pass out

“Careful Jensen” the one he called Bucky said as he looked at you hungryly, “someone may steal her from you”

Jake looked at you, and you recognize the fear in his eyes as he grabbed your hand tightly

Now it was your turn to help him in his journey of self love

Post chapter notes: I really needed this, been feelig down lately, I hope you liked it! <3

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

A Home For You In My Skin - Jensen Ackles x female reader/you 

Summary: He has sharp teeth.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Jensen’s smile, Jensen’s teeth, biting during sex

Words: 380

Angeles - Jensen Ackles x female reader/you

Summary: “It started with being in the same place at the same time, friends in common, similar interests in music and movies. Then you touched his knee and laughed when he said something funny – and the look in his eyes left you hot and shivering.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY

Words: 1,600

Dressed In White Noise - Jensen Ackles/female reader

Summary: She’s finally met the man of her dreams.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, light Dom/sub, consent is sexy (almost like it’s a kink), light Bondage, light Spanking (bc me), light name-calling, Rimming, Blow Job, Come Marking, showering (obvi – it’s me), light threat of choking (I mean… again, me), happily ever after (you’re welcome)

Words: 2,500

Erotica - Jensen Ackles x female reader 

Summary: He always makes me come.

Warnings/tags: mature

Words: 350

The Evening Tide - Norman Reedus x female reader

Summary: I always feel sexy when I’m getting ready to go somewhere special, spending time on my hair and makeup and picking just the right outfit. Colors and fabrics and fragrances can be such sensual things, heightening the experience — and having him watch me like this is decadent.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, established relationship

Words: 2k

Give Me A Reason - Norman Reedus x female reader/you

Summary: Discovering a kink you never knew you had.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage

Words: 800

In For A Penny - Jensen Ackles x female reader 

Summary: This is what they want. This is what they need.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, implied infidelity, no condoms, Dom/sub undertones, clothed sex, dirty talk, panty ripping, breast slapping, ass play, anal sex, size kink, Daddy used as title, butt plug, female ejaculation/squirting, slight sensory deprivation, clit and pussy slapping, riding crop, object insertion, dirty talk, bathing

Words: 7K

In His Bed - Jensen Ackles x female reader

Summary: She needs a rebirth.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY

Words: 500

Like Summer Rain - Jensen Ackles x original female character

Summary: Jensen’s had a long hard go of it at work lately and decides to take a step in their sexual relationship to ease the stress.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, ripping clothes, rimming, teasing at choking

Words: 2,300

Scotch On Ice - Keanu Reeves x female reader/you 

Prompt: 1) Watch Always Be My Maybe 2) Keanu Reeves 3) Suit and tie (on him, not the floor, please) 4) Single malt scotch on ice 5) Biting

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, the c-word

Words: 850

Strawberries & Wine - Jensen Ackles x female reader

Summary: Kind of a 9 ½ Weeks redux.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, blindfold, bondage, sensation play, food during sex

Words: 580

Wrecked - Jensen Ackles x female reader/you

Summary: After the show, alone in a dark corridor, he shows you exactly what that song means.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, biting, Jensen Ackles in that fucking CBGB t-shirt and hat and the wallet chain WTF dude

Words: 1,050

We Be All Night - Norman Reedus x female reader/you

Summary: The best sex, the most sex, the hottest sex, the raunchiest sex – the sex you’ll never forget, is with him.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, semi-Public Sex, the jockey is my favorite sexual position, references to bloodplay, biting, sex that makes your neighbors hate you, fuck-you-into-the-floor sex, drunk in love, talking smack with your sex partner, squirting

Words: 2,060

[mypoisonedvine]

artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you'll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that's all.

word count: 4k, somehow...

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity to rescue you and show you that he was the perfect guy for you.  He was tired of waiting for you to figure out that he could be everything you needed if you just let him.  So, he figured he needed to manufacture a chance to save you; he needed to take away some things just to bring them back, show you what it was like to let him take care of you.

Getting close to you was easy, you were teammates and friends so you trusted him.  The tricky thing was he didn't want you to know it was him, so he used your trust to lure you right into his trap.

Movie night tonight? There’s some cheesy slasher playing at the drive in at 1930, he texted you as soon as he could to the showtime to decrease the odds of you having any time to tell anyone about your plans to meet up with him; he’d rather not have the heat of being the last person to see you before your disappearance.

yeah sure!  are you driving? you replied almost instantly.

Yep, I’ll pick you up at S Lamar and Hanover in 10, he informed you, knowing it was close to your apartment but far away from any security cameras or likely witnesses.

He parked a block away and walked around the corner to see you standing there under the flickering streetlight looking at your phone.  You were waiting for him, and as he hid behind cover to come closer, you were clearly looking around for where he might be.  Thankfully, you didn't see him or his tranq gun, and he got your neck on the first shot.

He ran to catch you before you fell, relishing the weight of your body limp and pliant in his arms.  Somehow, he resisted the urge to play with you now, knowing it would be worth the wait to let his whole plan come to fruition.

//

The room he locked you in was dark and damp, barely any light but enough to see the half-full water bottle he left for you; your chain was short but you could reach everything you needed.  It broke his heart to hear your cries but he had to ignore them, if he came in now it wouldn't make sense.  He needed to be patient.

When the video feed from his camera inside showed that you'd fallen asleep for the night, he snuck in to bring you a new water bottle and a little granola bar since you'd screamed all day about being hungry.  You seem surprised when you woke up and saw it, quickly grabbing the bar but taking a long time to examine and smell it first before eating, like you were afraid it was poisoned.  But you ate, and drank your water, and waited for rescue.

Day 3 was the hardest to watch.  You tugged at your chain so much that he worried you'd hurt yourself.  He decided tomorrow was the last day because he couldn't take any more of this.

On the fourth day, he waited until you started to cry yourself to sleep before shutting down his equipment and finally coming to the door; he took a deep breath, preparing himself, before dramatically kicking it down and gasping when he saw you.  He called your name into the dark and you barely had the energy to open your eyes, poor thing.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he yelped, dashing over to where you were chained and picking at the lock.  "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry, you're safe now."

"Jensen...?" you mumbled sleepily, making him smile and stroke your face a little.  

"Yeah, I'm right here."

//

He carried you to his car and drove you home-- not your old home, your new one which also happened to be his apartment.

"I think it's time to wake up, I'm guessing you wanna take a shower," he cooed at your sleeping form, watching you stir in his arms before finally blinking your eyes open and looking up at him.

"Oh," you whispered.  "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he laughed, "you've been out the whole ride here."

"Oh…” you repeated, “and where are we?"

"My apartment.  I didn't want to leave you alone right now."

You nodded, seemingly in agreement.  "You can put me down now."

He reluctantly did as you'd asked, watching you carefully put weight back on your legs.

"Woah!" he chuckled when you wobbled a bit, reaching out to catch you, but you recovered.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he smiled at you.

"Just wish I'd found you sooner.”

"Um, you said I can take a shower?"

"Yeah, down that hall, first door on the right.  I'll bring you some clothes,” he explained, and you smiled weakly before navigating your way to the bathroom.

//

You looked so good in his clothes that his heart skipped a beat when he saw you step out into the living room.  The t-shirt that was almost too tight on him was baggy on you, reminding him of how delicate you were in so many ways, how much bigger he was than you.

It reminded him that if he really wanted to, he could force himself on you and you'd be helpless to stop him.  But that wasn't what he wanted.  It was going to be so much better this way.

"Wanna go to bed now?  I'll take the couch," he offered.

"N-no," you stammered, and he gave you a quizzical look.  "I don't… I don't want you that far away."

"Okay, I could sleep on the floor," he bargained instead, "in my room, with you."

"No," you sighed again, "then I won't be able to see you."

"I'll be right there," he reminded you.

"It's a king, right?  You can share with me."

"Are you sure?" he pressed.  "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, please, this is the only way I'll be comfortable."

"Okay," he smiled, guiding you to the bedroom.  He let you watch him take off his shirt and smirked a little when he saw you ogling.

"I usually just sleep in boxers," he admitted nervously.  "I'll put on some pajama pants at least."

"It's fine, really," you smiled.  "I don't wanna be any more of a burden than I already am."

"You're not a burden."

"And I'm not gonna wear pants to bed anyways," you shrugged.

"O-oh."

But he hadn't given you a new pair of panties to wear because he didn't have any to give you.  Which meant that if you took off the sweats he'd given you, that'd leave you in his shirt and nothing else.

He tried not to let that thought go straight to his cock as he unbuttoned and pushed down his pants, seeing you conflicted on where to look, before getting in bed.  You did the same, taking the sweats off once you were under the covers and tossing them out from under the blanket.

"Goodnight," he smiled as he turned off the lamp, hearing you whisper it back before starting to shift around and get comfortable.

He didn't have to wait nearly as long as he had expected to hear you meekly whisper, "Jensen?"

"Yeah, is everything alright?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I… I don't want to ask you for anything else…" you sighed.

"No, hey, it's okay," he assured, "ask for anything."

"Would you, um, would you hold me?" 

He cleared his throat a little.  "If you need me to."

"Please, it's the only way I'll be able to sleep."

He sighed a little but relented, coming over to your side of the bed and spooning you, gingerly laying one arm over you and trying to avoid touching you anywhere too personal.

"Thank you," you sighed sleepily.

"Whatever you need,” he assured.

"Jake, why are you doing all this for me?" you asked quietly, turning back a little to look at him.

"You're my teammate, nobody gets left behind,” he explained.  “Besides, this is all my fault anyways.  You were waiting for me when they got you."

"No, Jake, don't say that.  It's not your fault."

"Alright, but it's not yours either.  You didn't deserve that."

“You’re right, but I don’t deserve this either,” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do.”

You shifted slightly against him, humming contentedly, and he groaned.

"I think maybe we should stop," he hissed, pulling away— but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No, wait," you whimpered.  "Why?  What’s wrong?"

"I, uh, I guess I'm just experiencing some of the consequences of laying in bed with a beautiful woman…"

"Huh?"

"The, um, the biological consequences."

"I— oh,” you whispered.

"Yeahhh...” he trailed off awkwardly.

"No, hey, it's okay.  I don't mind, I mean, you can't help it,” you shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not normally this easily amused but it's been a while, so…"

"I understand," you assured, "really, it's okay… just don't go."

He just barely heard your gasp as he pressed himself against you, his shaft cradled perfectly between each soft globe of your ass.  "Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," you answered, making him suppress a laugh since it was obvious you were noticing his size.  He would bet a grand at least that you were getting wet right now, if he had anyone to bet against.

Your back arched a little, pushing your ass into him with more force, and you actually started to rock your hips ever so slightly.

"Stop moving," he hissed through his teeth.  

"I'm not…" you denied weakly.

"Yes you are, you're… rubbing yourself on me."

"I'm sorry, it just feels good,” you admitted sleepily, surprising him with your forwardness.  “You like it too, right?"

"Yes, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” he admitted worriedly.

"You're not,” you promised, “you did so much for me— you saved me— and I want to help you, too.  You said it's been a while since you were with anybody, I could help you out… you know, you could rub up against me until you…"

He groaned a little but leaned in closer until his lips were right against your ear.  "Are you sure?  Don't do me any favors, you don't owe me anything."

"I want you to," you assured, making him smile and nod a bit, taking a moment to enjoy a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips forward, rubbing his cock on you through his boxers.  Even with a layer of cotton in the way he could feel your warmth, he could imagine how smooth your skin was.  If you hadn't been able to make out the shape of him before, you certainly could now— the ridge of his head was probably digging into you, and on particularly long thrusts he could feel your ass against his balls (which, inversely, meant you could feel his balls against your ass).

He held your hips as he picked up his pace a bit, grinding into you and breathing heavily in your ear.  You gasped and tried to hide a moan by biting your lip but he heard it.  It was even more obvious when he whispered your name to you, heavy with desire, and rubbed your spine with his finger.  Your back arched even further, inviting him to push harder against you until he felt the slightest wet patch forming on his boxers— not from him, from you.  It made his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

Overcome with need, he pushed his boxers down quickly before getting back to it, both of you moaning at the feeling of his skin on yours.  He was so close to your pussy he could hardly stand it, and he knew you must be dripping right now, desperate to be filled.  He could probably slip right in and you wouldn't even stop him, but that wasn't what he needed from you right now.  You needed to ask him for it.  He knew you wanted it, but he needed you to know you wanted it.

A drop of precum formed at his slit, smearing onto your skin and easing his way further.  

"I want you to feel good, too," he whispered.  "I don't just want to use you."

He pushed his cock down and slipped it between your thighs instead, sliding right against your wet, silky folds.  You whined beautifully as he thrusted forward, your thighs clenching (and therefore gripping him even tighter) when his cock slid right over your clit.

Your wetness was plentiful enough to drench him just from this, so he already knew the answer but he still asked, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," you sighed.  "Yes, it's good…"

He knew he could make you come like this, and he knew exactly how to, but that wouldn't get him what he wanted.  Instead he only gave you enough to keep you on the edge, moving too slow to really let you finish.  You even tried to move faster but his grip on your hips was too tight, keeping you still so he could savor his own pace and keep you desperate.

"Fuck me," you moaned.  

"I don't have a condom," he whispered nervously.

"I don't care, just please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling back enough to guide his head to your entrance before sliding right in.  Your wet, hot walls stretched open to accept him, struggling against his girth but eventually giving way.

Your hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside you; he delicately grabbed your wrist and guided your hand back to your chest where he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Baby," he moaned into your ear as his hips met yours.  "This is my pussy now."

You gasped and shivered in his arms, eyes falling shut as he pulled back and pushed in again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could push himself.

Your moans were perfect, even better than the ones he'd heard when he hacked into your webcam because it wasn't just your fingers or toy anymore, it was him— exactly what you'd always needed, whether you knew it or not.  He'd dreamed of this for so long and now that he had you he couldn't imagine ever letting you go.  Every inch of your channel was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last.

"That's it, baby, take all of me," he purred when he pressed deep into your cunt, holding your hips so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you.  You made the cutest little choking noise and he kissed your neck while trying his best to make you do it again, moving faster and slapping his hips against yours more firmly.

"Jake," you managed to whimper, and he groaned through his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm right here," he promised.  "That's me inside you, sweetheart, that's my cock filling you up."

He leaned back slightly and pulled your ass apart so he could see his cock stretching you out, disappearing into your body.  It made his head fall back for a moment before he pulled you close again and started thrusting faster.  He reached around and brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, "Jake, right there… I'm gonna come…"

He laughed a little, kissing your ear as a show of approval.  "Baby, you're so sensitive," he praised, giving your clit a little spank.  You cried out and shuddered, bouncing yourself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts.  Amused by your neediness, he stopped moving and watched you go.

"There you go, sweetheart, fuck yourself with my cock.  Make yourself come."

You whined and kept going, your ass slapping against his hips loudly.  He kept rubbing your clit as you worked his cock, your walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and your body beginning to shake.

The absolute second he heard you cry out with pleasure as you reached the peak, he grabbed you and rolled both of you over until you were on your stomach and he was brutally fucking you into the mattress.  He could still feel you pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

"That's it, keep fuckin' coming for me," he groaned.  "Gimme one more and then I'm gonna fill you up."

"Jake!" you yelped, grabbing onto the pillow and even biting it as he slammed into you.  

"You're so good, baby, your pussy feels so good," he growled, pinning you down by your shoulders as he sped up even more.  He laughed when he felt your walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting your swollen clit with each thrust.  "Gonna come again already, baby?  Just from my cock?"

"Yes," you sobbed hoarsely, "yes, Jake, I'm gonna come again— oh my god, please don't stop…"

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured.  "You take it so fuckin' good, sweetheart, like you were made for it.  Like you were made for me."

You moaned loudly and he took the opportunity to spank you— not incredibly hard but enough to make you whine a bit… and get even wetter.

"Oh fuck, you like that huh?" he purred with a grin.  "You like it rough."

"Yes, fuck, I love it," you agreed with a moan.  "I'm— I'm coming, Jake, don't stop."

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled, "I can feel it.  Feels so good when you come on my cock, baby…"

You went suddenly from arching your back and gripping the pillow to falling limp and relaxing, your body his toy now as he fucked you to the point of overstimulation.  Your moans were exhausted and muffled now, your walls clinging to him desperately as he continued stroking every sensitive place he could reach (which was all of them).

He could so easily pull out and paint your back, or jerk himself off over your ass, but if he was going to claim your body then he was going to do it right.  

He didn't warn you in advance, just in case you suddenly decided to tell him to pull out, but he did make sure you knew what he was doing.  "Fuck, I'm coming!" he moaned as his cock flexed and his seed filled you, still thrusting in time with each pump of his release.  It was nearly overwhelming, physically and psychologically.  He was finally filling you like he'd fantasized about basically every time he got off since he met you, finally making you his the way you should've been from the beginning.

He sighed and laid down on top of you, smiling as he kissed all over your face, neck, shoulders, and back.

You giggled sleepily, but whined when he tried to pull out, bringing your legs up to hold him inside.  "Don't go yet," you pleaded.

"Okay, baby, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep," he promised.  "Goodnight, beautiful…"

//

Not only could he not think of a night he'd slept better in his life, but he was pretty sure this was the best any man had slept in the history of sleep.  But even then, he wasn't at all disappointed when you woke him up.

"Good morning," you whispered in his ear with a giggle, making him blink his eyes open and look down at where you were resting your face on his chest.

"Good morning," he returned with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Last night was… pretty amazing," you smiled coyly, and he stroked your cheek as he felt it warm even more.

"Yeah, you have no idea," he chuckled, lifting your head so he could give you a kiss.  It was supposed to be quick and wholesome but you deepened it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.  

Just as you started to climb up to straddle him, he heard your stomach loudly growl and he pulled back to laugh.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it sounds like you've got some other needs to take care of first," he smirked.

"Ugh, you're right," you sighed, "I'm going raid your kitchen."

"No, let me do that, I'll make you something— whatever you want," he offered, starting to sit up, but you pushed him back down.

"Jake, you've done enough for me already.  I don't even know what I want, that's why I wanna go look at what you have."

"If you insist," he relented, watching you hop out of bed and playfully smacking your ass when it was within reach.  You giggled and scampered away, leaving him to lay back and put his hands up behind his head, taking a deep breath of satisfaction.  His plan had not only worked but gone beyond his expectations— clearly you had wanted this, on some level, from the beginning, you were too eager for him to believe otherwise.  But that didn't matter now, because you were finally his and it was exactly as he'd dreamed it would feel: right, undeniably and overwhelmingly right.

He decided to take a break from basking in his own glory for a while to get up and find some food for himself as well.  After all, he planned on fucking you at least one more time today so he'd need lots of energy to keep him going.

He slipped back on his boxers and walked to the kitchen, finding you there standing oddly still.  "What are you doing?" he asked with a bemused scoff.

"Jake…" you mumbled, staring into the cabinet blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer but stopping in his tracks when he saw what you were looking at: a six-pack box of granola bars.  He sighed a little as he internally chided himself for such a rookie mistake.  "Baby, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I… these… this is the same kind they gave me… it was the only thing I ate for almost four days."

"Oh my god," he whispered, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around you to try to soothe you.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories.  You only ate granola bars for four days?  Honey, you must be starving, please just let me cook you something—"

"No, not only granola bars: only a granola bar.  Just one…"

You reached up to grab the box but he held you tighter, trying to stop you.  Instead what happened was you accidentally knocked the box over, exactly five bars sliding out and landing on the floor with a crinkly thud.

You gasped with realization and tried to squirm away but his comforting hug turned into restraint instantly.  "Jake, let me go…"

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can do that."

"Jake, please," you begged with a sob.  "Why did you— how could you?"

"I know you had feelings for me, you just needed a little encouragement."

"Feelings for you?  I hate you!"

"Huh, that's odd, because I distinctly remember you begging me to fuck you last night,” he taunted.  “I remember you coming for me, twice.  Is that what you normally do when you hate somebody?"

"You're a monster," you sneered.

"And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not," he chuckled, spinning you around to bend you over the counter, pressing his hips against yours as you whined and failed to squirm away.  "So you might as well let yourself like it."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 20) - Private Dancer

Summary: The reader and Jensen figure out how to handle the aftermath of going public with their relationship. A few days later, the pair get to greatly enjoy thier bachelor and bachelorette parties...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Striptease

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: mature (language, striptease, oral sex, m/f sex, light bondage, blindfold, role play, squirting, breeding kink)

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​​ . Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Three Days Later

“Y/N, do not,” said Jensen, walking up behind you and clicking you off of the gossip website you were on. You shut your laptop and he picked it up from the counter, tucking it under his arm. “I told you do not look at this shit. Don’t look at comments. Keep your social media private.”

“TMZ said-”

“TMZ is the scum of the earth. They make money off of making famous people look like assholes and while some of them are, they definitely all aren’t. I told you do not look up this stuff. It’s only gonna make you feel bad about yourself. Trust me. It took me years to learn how to ignore it and even then not looking is the best way to ignore.”

“Jensen I have to be online. I’m just starting out with the books and my publisher said I should use the free publicity.”

“No,” he said, taking a seat. “No, you can’t do what an agent, or publisher or rep or whoever says. Their job is to make money off of you. It’s not their fault but it’s their job. If you want to be on social media, make a public account and the private one you already have, that can be for family and friends. It’s what I do. It’s what we all do. Those of us without egos the size of our heads at least.”

“You read the comments, didn’t you.” He set the computer down and you nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“People didn’t like Dee either but they seem more cruel with you.”

“They think I’m the nanny after your money and you’re just oblivious to it all,” you said.

“They have no idea about the real you.”

“Let me show them,” you said.

“Some people are going to hate you for the fact you’re with me. They will always be cruel to you.”

“Those people aren’t your fans,” you said. “Real ones will give me a chance.”

“That’s true,” he said. He pushed your computer in front of you again and sighed. “What do you want to tell them?”

“What would you tell them?” you asked.

“You’re a dork,” he chuckled.

“Then I tell them I’m a dork,” you said, smiling at him. “I’m not going to pretend to be some model with perfect hair and makeup and clothes all the time that works out everyday and eats only whole foods and I have a perfect life and all that bullshit. This is what you get with me.”

“I think you should say exactly that,” he said. “But please stay away from the comments.”

“I will still away from the gossip sites and try my best to not let the comments get to me,” you said.

“Alright. Just be careful, sweetheart.”

Four Hours Later

“I was right,” said Jensen as you stood over a pot and stirred it. “Oh, what’s that?”

“I’m making gumbo,” you said, frowning at the pot. “Oh my God. I’m doing this so wrong.”

“Dee’s recipe is right there,” he chuckled, taking a picture of the two of you.

“It says stir. How long? Is it supposed to be like that? Can you get like a ouija board so I can get some answers from her?”

“Sure thing. Let’s see how that would go. Hey babe, long time no talk. Yeah, important question about gumbo. What color is it supposed to be cause Y/N is freaking out,” chuckled Jensen. 

“I’ve literally never made this before in my life,” you said. “There is a reason I’m known for my sheet pan dinners, Ackles.”

“Well, I was still right,” he said, sitting up on the countertop. “People like your post of you working at the counter. Apparently you look normal and sweet.”

“I’m not the slutty whore anymore?” you laughed. “Oh what a relief.”

“We’ll see what people make of your gumbo skills,” he said, setting his phone to the side. “It smells good. Thanks for trying to make this for me. I haven’t had it in ages.”

“Fingers crossed I don’t burn it,” you said, Jensen picking up an onion from the counter. “Want to help?”

“I would if I could,” he said. “Gotta go be a dragon, pretend to burn some shit down. Maybe you can be the like hot princess that hangs out with me later.”

“We need to get you some adult interaction bud,” you laughed. “Maybe the Pads can come over for dinner? I feel like this is a lot of food for just us.”

“It is. I’ll invite them. Shout if you need help sweetheart.”

“Will do babe.”

Four Hours Later

“Not to blow smoke up your ass but that’s some of the best gumbo I’ve ever had,” said Jared that night on the covered patio. “Like it’s almost like Dee’s but-”

“It’s kinda better,” said Jensen with a smile. “Like it’s kicked up a notch which is saying something.”

“Must be when I accidentally put a tablespoon of cinnamon in,” you said. 

“Remember that happy accident,” said Jared. Jensen pulled out his phone and Jared chuckled. “Someone’s been active online today.”

“Showin’ off my girl’s cooking skills,” said Jensen, tapping away on his phone. 

“A majority of people are nice,” said Gen. “And block the assholes. Don’t let that stupid TMZ article get to you.”

“I won’t. I think I have to get used to this is all.” Jared shot Jensen an odd look he returned, the both of them avoiding your gaze. “What?”

“You have to be careful is all,” said Gen. “Like don’t ever say or show anything that gives away where your address and use the security system and know how to like, throw a punch.”

“She didn’t do half bad for being drunk off her ass a few weeks ago,” said Jensen. 

“I’ll take her in a fight,” said Jared. 

“I sincerely hope something like that never happens again,” you said.

“Probably not. Plus you got Ray now with the adoption thing right?” asked Jared. You cocked your head at Jensen. 

“I didn’t know it was a secret,” he said as you whacked his arm. “Okay, maybe I did but come on, it’s Jared.”

“Is he going to be in the wedding?” asked Gen.

“I got another man walking me,” you said, nodding over to the trampoline where the kids were playing. “They’ll be there though. Oh and my soon to be sister, Taylor? Big Sam girl. Make sure to torture her a bit.”

“Anyone else a Sam girl?” he laughed. Gen slowly raised a hand, Jared pushing on her shoulder. 

“Y/N’s up to season ten,” said Jensen.

“Demon Dean could get it,” you said. “I would pay good money to see that hair again.”

“I ain’t got work,” said Jensen. “Maybe I’ll grow it out for the wedding.”

“Oh!” said Gen, slapping her hands on her arm rests. “We are going dress shopping tomorrow by the way, not Friday morning. The appointment got changed and I got us in earlier.”

“Can’t I just like, order a dress online?” you said. “I don’t want to spend five hundred bucks on something I wear once.”

“How did you find a girl that can shoot a gun, make gumbo, and doesn’t care about clothes,” said Jared. “Like how.”

“I’m just that good,” said Jensen. Jared kicked him under the table, Jensen giving it back until they were swatting at each other.

“We don’t have to get a designer one. It might be fun to try them on is all. Plus we get Jensen’s credit card, don’t we,” she said.

“I can pay for my own wedding dress.”

“The place she’s taking you is expensive,” Jensen whispered in your ear. “Like five grand a dress expensive.”

“Five grand for a dress?” you said a little too loud. “Does it do my taxes while we’re at it?”

You saw Gen frown and took a deep breath.

“I’ll try them on, maybe we can get some ideas at least? Show the other girls about it at the bachelorette party, get some feedback?” you said.

“That’s a good idea,” she said, letting out a big burp. “Excuse me. Oh that tasted gross. I need heartburn meds.”

“Same. I’ll be right back,” said Jensen, heading inside with Gen. You waited for the door to shut, Jared leaning over across the table.

“Alright. Jensen’s having his party Saturday night. You sure you don’t want to chill after whatever Gen’s gonna put you through on Friday?” he said.

“You get him in that chair in our own private room and I will do the rest,” you said with a smile.

“You gonna wear whatever you’re gonna wear there?” he asked.

“I got a button down and sweats I was gonna wear over top. The rooms in the suite’s have their own private bathrooms?”

“Yeah. You can change in there, none of the guys will see you, I promise. If they do somehow, not a soul will ever speak of it,” he said.

“I want him to have a really good time,” you said. “Let him cut loose, have fun. He deserves it.”

“You both do. I expect to hear you had the time of your life,” he said.

“I will, I will. I promise.”

“Oh my God, Bri, no,” you said after showing her a picture of one of the dresses you’d tried on the day before. You’d gotten some good feedback at your party despite how much some people had drunk.

“Girl yes.”

“Bri that’s the slip, not the dress!” said Gen.

“If I were Jensen I’d want you wearing less clothes, not more,” she said, finishing off her glass of something with vodka in it. She pointed at you and you groaned, taking another shot. There was a loud banging on the hotel room door and everyone turned, the room going quiet.

“APD, open up,” said a gruff voice.

“You did not get a-” You said as Gen shook her head at you.

“Just like, go in the bedroom. We’ll take care of it, promise,” she said. You let her shove you inside and the door was pulled shut after you. You spun around for a moment, the door opening.

A man in a uniform was standing there, the door being pushed shut after himself.

“Oh my God,” you said, bending over and laughing. “Oh my God.”

“I don’t know what’s so funny mam,” he said. You put a hand over your face, the alcohol hitting you. You giggled and he dragged the chair from the desk over to the middle of the room, sitting you down in it. “I have authorization to take you into custody.”

“Oh I’m sorry officer,” you said, laughing as he pulled out a navy scarf from his back pocket. He walked behind you and tied your wrists loosely before he threw his leg over your lap and straddled you, hands hanging over your shoulders. 

“You going to come quietly?”

“Oh I never come quietly for my fiance,” you said, giggling again. 

“The hard way it is,” he said. He pressed himself up close to you and rolled his hips.

“Officer Ackles,” you laughed, throwing your head back. “I’m not feeling very much from this very tough interrogation. First day on the job?”

He smirked and put his hand between you, sliding your dress up, Jensen’s finger dipping under your underwear. You bit your lip when he started to rub your clit, his other hand sliding up under your dress and finding one of your breasts.

“Officer,” you breathed out.

“Sh, gonna take care of you. Fun’s not over that fast,” he said. He winked and backed off, ripping off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and belt, ripping off his pants to reveal him in the tightest pair of black and navy boxer briefs on the planet.

“Those look so fucking tiny,” you giggled.

“Only had ‘em in a small,” he murmured, kissing under your jaw. “Barely cover my ass.”

“Oh I like those, I like them a lot,” you said. He grinned and put his hand back on your breast, the other one going back to your clit.

“Well I’m afraid the only way you get these off of me is if you get loose and I don’t see that happening. Seems to me you’re gonna have to sit there and take whatever I’m willing to give you.” You bucked your hips when he rubbed two fingers on your clit, breath hitching in your throat. “Sh. Not alone sweetheart. Gotta be able to hear you but gotta stay quiet for me, hm?”

“Why?” you whispered, rolling your hips up into his hand, biting your lip.

“If it’s too much,” he said. “Can always change your mind, sweetheart.”

You stared at him, Jensen stilling. You pushed the scarf off one of your wrists and threw your arms over his shoulders, kissing him roughly.

“Fuck Y/N,” he said. You pulled back and panted, grabbing his face.

“Even when you’re...being a sexy...you always want me to know I’m safe.”

“You’re always safe with me,” he said. You nodded and kissed him harder, pushing on his shoulders. He got the message and picked you up, setting you down on the bed. “Y/N I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t have a condom?” you breathed out, leaning down over him. “Stay.”

“Aren’t I the one giving orders?” he chuckled as you slid off the bed. You dug around in your suitcase, finding one in your purse and holding it up. “Forever my knight in shining armor.”

“Fuck me,” you said, tossing it at him. “Hard.”

You yanked down his underwear and he sat up, grabbing your wrists. 

“You can get in big trouble for that,” he said.

“Good,” you said, leaning in close to his face. “May need to restrain me. I can’t seem to control myself.”

“Do you need that,” he said, tearing open the condom with his teeth.

“Yes,” you said. He put the condom on and took the free end of the scarf, watching you for a beat. “I trust my best friend.”

“Don’t give me feels when I’m doing the worst job in history of being a stripper.”

“Got you out of your clothes. Must not be too bad at your job,” you said. He smiled and pulled you into a kiss as he tied a loose knot around your other wrist. He pulled your arms over his head and you sat up on your knees, sinking down on top of him. “Shit, you’re already hard.”

“I have been in those underwear for like an hour. Been hard since I put ‘em on.”

“Get me there,” you said, lifting off of him and slamming down. He wasted no time in rubbing your clit, a steady pressure as he thrust up into you. You sat up on your knees, Jensen shifting so he could put more force into it. You rocked forward when he slammed up, Jensen smiling. 

“There it is,” he said, your fingers digging into his hair. “Hold on for the ride.”

You leaned in for a kiss, Jensen moving faster than you were used to from him. You did your best to match his pace, working it out after a minute or so. He was already fighting off his orgasm though and you knew you needed more time.

“Can’t wait to fuck you raw,” he mumured in your ear. “Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping. Gonna put a baby in you. Put our baby in you, huh? You fucking want it, don’t you.”

You bit down on his shoulder when you started to yelp, your cheeks going hot as you came and something else happened. Jensen was groaning quietly, kissing your back as he slowed down. 

“Did you squirt?” he panted. Your face felt like it was on fire, Jensen breathing hard and sitting back with a smile. “Shit, that was hot.”

“You don’t think it’s gross?” you whispered. 

“Never. Have all the best fucking orgasms in the world, sweetheart. Happy to be a part of it,” he said, kissing you softly. “I didn’t know dirty talk got you so hot and bothered.”

“I think it was the baby talk,” you said. He grinned and kissed you again, wrapping you up in a big hug.

“Soon as we’re married if you want,” he said.

“Talk about it on the honeymoon?”

“Sounds good with me,” he said. You sat up and he slid back on the bed, standing up on wobbly legs. “I’d advise you to stay out of trouble miss or I’m going to have to come back again.”

You knelt up on your knees, walking over on them until you hit the edge of the bed, reaching up for him. He leaned down and kissed you, smirking as you pulled away.

“I’ll be sure to get into more trouble then officer,” you said. He chuckled and undid the scarf, pulling you into the bathroom with him.

“How’d I do?”

“You can be my private stripper any day, Ackles,” you said.

“If this acting thing don’t work out, I’ll have to give it a shot,” he said. You washed up in the bathroom, Jensen forcing himself back into the tight underwear.

“Keep those,” you said. He laughed and found his pants, pausing when you stopped in front of him. You reached into your dress pocket and pulled out a twenty, tucking it in the front of the waistband. “Worth every penny.”

“Yes I am,” he said. He got dressed and shoved the money back in your pocket, picking up his hat and sunglasses. “Those girls better be so drunk they don’t remember this.”

“I’m gonna remember this for sure,” you said. He put his hat and sunglasses on, straightening up before you opened the door.

“In there a little long weren’t we officer?” teased Gen as Jensen made his way quickly through the suite and for the door.

“The officer was just doing his job,” you laughed. “I want drinks and you all need way more drinks for sure.”

He gave you a quick wave on his way out and you smiled.

“Hey,” you said quietly to Gen as you poured yourself another margarita. “Thanks. That was…”

“He volunteered. You guys are alike in that way,” she laughed.

“He’s got no idea he’s getting the same treatment tomorrow night, does he.”

“Nope. He’ll never know what hit him.”

Saturday Night

“Guys come on,” said Jensen, sat in a chair, back to you, a blindfold over his eyes in one of the bedrooms of the suite. He was tied better but still with a simple black scarf that you’d borrowed from Gen. “I said no stripper.”

You were quiet as you undressed out of your sweats and button down. You fixed your hair for a moment before stepping behind Jensen and lazily running a finger over his shoulder.

“Miss. I really appreciate this is your job and everything but I do not want this,” said Jensen. You swung around and sat on his lap, his jaw clenching. “Hey. I said-”

You pushed his blindfold up, his face relaxing.

“Oh you troublemaker,” he said with a laugh. “I thought-”

“One of us is the troublemaker and it’s not me,” you said, trailing a finger down his throat. He swallowed thickly and you kept going down and down. “I’m going to have to bring you in.”

“In your dreams,” he said, a dark look to his eyes. 

“In yours,” you said, undoing his belt and zipper. You slid your hand over his bulge, Jensen swallowing again. “Reports of a man with your description having a dangerous package.”

He tried to hold back his laugh and you stood up, walking behind him. 

“I’m sorry officer,” he said. “I won’t do it again.”

You stood behind him and pulled on his hair, yanking his head back. He panted up at you, squirming in his seat.

“I know what you like and I got all the time in the world. You going to be good? Or do you want me to keep you from having what you want?”

“Good,” he breathed out. 

“Lift up your hips,” you said. He did as told and you stepped in front of him, yanking his jeans and underwear down, exposing him to the room. You gave him a good and long kiss before finally sliding down to your knees. You took him into your mouth, his whole body tensing and relaxing just like he did every time you sucked him. You jerked what you couldn’t quite reach but he had no problem with that by the little sounds he was fighting back. 

You slid one hand up to his mouth, covering it and he looked relieved at not having to focus on not making sound. He got louder, the noise muffled, his cock hardening the more you worked it over. You hollowed your cheeks and he shuddered, straining his arms behind himself. He looked down and you batted your eyes, swiping your tongue over his slit. You felt him throb and you swallowed him down, hot liquid hitting the back of your mouth. You sucked and swallowed, your hand clamping down tight over him. He breathed hard through his nose when he finished and you got to your feet. You went to the bathroom and wiped him off, tucking him back into his pants and undoing the scarf.

“Wow,” he said. You thought he was a little unsteady and you sat him down on the floor, Jensen laying down and closing his eyes. He started to giggle and you bent down to kiss him. “I love you.”

“Great minds think alike,” you said. “Have fun babe.”

“I will,” he said as you redressed. “I need to see this outfit again when I’m more sober.”

“Maybe I’ll show you at home,” you said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, wait,” he said as he sat up. He looked a bit drunk and a bit like he was in his post orgasm glow. You knelt down next to him and he hugged you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you giggled.

“Drive safe,” he said, squeezing you almost too tight. “Real safe.”

You smiled and kissed his temple. 

“I will be extremely safe,” you said. “I promise.”

“Hey,” said a guy not ten minutes later while you were walking through the parking lot. You gripped your keys tight and heard him call again. “Hey sweetheart.”

“Walk away,” you heard another voice growl. The guy took off and you swallowed as you saw a guy walk closer. You backed up and held up his hands, both of you freezing. “Shopping buddy?”

“Antony?” you asked, daring a step closer and catching his face. You relaxed and he walked over quickly, giving you a hug. “Thanks.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. What are you doing here?”

“Missing the party apparently. I was in LA, decided to take a few extra days since the missus is away working this week.” You nodded and he cocked his head. “Let me walk you to your car.”

“Thanks. Don’t tell Jensen, or like, anyone about that guy. Please. It’s his bachelor party.”

“Alright,” he said. He started chuckling to himself as you realized your shirt was undone, showing off the uniform underneath. “Fun night?”

“Very,” you said, stopping at your car. “You’re in town a few days?”

“Yeah. Fly out Monday afternoon.”

“Got any plans?”

“Party, hang out with some friends hopefully,” he said with a smile.

“Come over when you’re done being hungover tomorrow,” you said.

“Can do, shopping buddy,” he said. He started to head towards the building when you turned around.

“Um,” you said. He stopped and looked back at you. “I know I didn’t...thanks for offering to talk, after the stuff with my dad came out. I really appreciated that.”

“That’s what friends are for,” he said. “In the car. It’s late and I don’t know how many more pervs there are in this parking lot.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“See ya kid.”

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A/N: Read Part 21 here!

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My tall mountain (2) - Kinktober 31

Title: My tall mountain (2)

Link: AO3

Created for: @spnkinkbingo​​​​

Square Filled: Costumes

Kink: Size Kink

Ship: Jared Padalecki x fem!Reader, Jensen Ackles x Danneel Ackles

Rating: Explicit

Tags: size kink, manhandling (a hint), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, semi-public sex, a hint of voyeurism (auditive)

Summary: Jared and you hit Jensen’s Halloween party, wearing matching costumes.

Word Count: 1,2 k

SPN KINK BINGO 2021

Kinktober 2021 

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Requested sequel for @lizzymacy555​​

< Part 1

“So, it’s Halloween again,” you circle your boyfriend, eyes glued to the costumes he placed onto the bed. “What are we going to wear, Mr. Padalecki.”

“I got the perfect costume for you, baby,” he exclaims, proudly puffing his chest. He smirks, as you do not trust him one bit. Not after the disaster, he called a costume last year.

“No stripper and pimp costume I hope,” cocking your head you pray Jared did not buy a too revealing costume this year. “Remember? Some guy tried to grope my ass.”

“I remember,” Jared growls. “I had to set him straight, make my claim on your cute ass known and tell him to go to hell.”

“Yeah, and we almost ended up in jail, Jared. Now, let me check if you got another disaster,” you decide to check on the costumes before Halloween this year. “I will not wear anything showing off my tits, ass, or legs.”

“Aw,” your boyfriend whines. “Maybe we can keep the naughty nurse costume and you’ll wear it at home.” He offers. “Please?”

“Only if we wear matching costumes. Maybe I need an examination or something,” hands already pawing at your ass Jared grunts behind you. “No, not now.”

“Right. Fucking. Now…” you cannot check on the other costumes as your boyfriend is busy getting you out of your clothes…

“So—uh,” eying you and your boyfriend up and down Jensen wonders. “What’s your costume? I thought you and Jared wanted to wear matching costumes again.”

“I’m a mountaineer,” you sip at your drink, smirking as Jensen’s eyes drift toward Jared. “You know, I like to climb mountains and stuff.”

“I got that, Y/N. Still, Jared is wearing jeans and a coat. I don’t get how your costumes match,” giggling at your friend’s confusion you nod at Jared who unbuttons his coat. Jared shrugs the coat down his shoulders, revealing his shirt.

“See, we match,” pointing at Jared’s chest you smirk to yourself. Jensen eyes Jared up and down, groaning when his eyes land on the shirt and its imprint.

“I am the Mount Everest?” shaking his head Jensen can’t believe you tricked him. “That’s not a costume, Jared!”

“It is, Jay. Look, my shirt says I’m the Mount Everest, so I am the Mount Everest, and my girl is a mountaineer. Voilà, matching costumes,” Danneel chuckles when you proudly jump up at Jared, squealing when he hoists you up to help you wrap your legs around his waistline.

“Guys, not here,” you laugh at Jensen’s prude behavior. You know all too well he’s not so shy in the sheets as he wants you to believe. Danneel told you about his kinks and how he likes to use his ‘Dean voice to get her going. “Get a room you two.”

“Aw, was that an offer, Jensen?” Jared laughs at your comment, already feeling his erection grow against you. “Thanks, mate. We will take you up on that offer.”

“Jared,” you tut, hiding your face in his neck, nibbling at his skin. It’s not a secret to your boyfriend you are into public sex, or rather the thought of getting caught turns you on. “Not here.”

“You sure?” he whispers in your ear, hot breathing tickling your skin. “Jensen already offered a room to us.”

“I love you guys, but gross,” walking away Jensen mutters under his breath, calling you rabbit and insatiable. “I will never invite them to a party again, Danny. I swear, last Christmas they did it behind the Christmas tree.”

“Nah, it was the guest bathroom, babe. I heard them going at it for half an hour,” Danneel smirks when her husband’s eyes darken.

“Babe, did you listen the whole time?” she shrugs, hands smoothing up and down Jensen’s chest. “Uh-huh. My wife wants to seduce me.”

“Shush now,” Jared carries you toward the guestroom, snickering as you paw at his shirt, tugging harshly to get him bare. “Kitten, we don’t have time to waste. We will do it right here, against the wall.”

“I don’t care, my tall mountain,” you smirk, seductively looking up at Jared. “Just get your dick out and make me scream. That’s all I want.”

“Naughty little kitten. Do you want to climb up at your Mount Everest? Do you want to have my huge mountain inside your tight little cave?” giggling at his bad dirty talk you watch Jared fight with his zipper.

He holds you pressed against the wall, eager to fill your dripping core. “Shut up and fuck me, my tall mountain. I wanna feel you split me open once again. We can’t occupy Jensen’s guest room for the whole of the night.”

“We should go back to the party soon,” he purrs as you dip your hand between your bodies to run it up and down his erection. “Jensen will wonder where we are hiding.”

“Yeah,” it’s a struggle for Jared to shove your panties aside to line up with your entrance. “Maybe he will come here and find me balls deep inside your tight little cunt while you scream my name.”

“How about you get your dick inside of me first, big boy. Don’t make promises you can’t—” you scream when he fills you in one go, not caring if anyone heard you.

“Like this?” he taunts, immediately starting to move his hips. “Come on, be louder. I want you to scream my name. Wake the neighborhood, lure our friends in.”

“You’re a kinky bastard, Padalecki,” he snickers, still his movement never falters. He speeds up, rams into you at a pace taking your breath away. “Make me cum and you are forgiven for the awful costume you chose.”

“Aw, my girl wants to cum?” he pants against your lips, growls your name with every snap of his hips. “How bad do you want to cum, baby girl? Will you scream for me?”

“Yes,” you trap his lower lip between your lips, nibbling at the flesh to earn a deep groan from your boyfriend. “I will scream your name if you make me cum.”

“Fuck, you feel so good, babe. Lemme just,” he tilts his hips to hit your g-spot, making you gasp every time he pushes back in.You grasp for his hair while rocking your body in sync with Jared’s hips.

He groans, moving a little slower to grind into you, making you feel every twitch of his cock. “I’m gonna cum, babe. Are you close too?”

“Just waiting for you to squeeze me,” he covers your mouth with his lips, greedily explores your wet cavern to swallow your screams. “Shit, that’s perfect. Cum for me.”

“Jared, please,” you wrap your arm around his neck to hold tight onto Jared when he speeds up one last time. “Fuck, yes.”

“Have it all, take my cum.”

“Uh—what did I just witness?” Jensen runs one hand down his face. “Danny, we should,” he swallows thickly when his wife shimmies out of her panties to throw them into his face. “Baby?”

“Your friend just fucked my friend in our guest room against the wall,” she smirks. “Don’t you want to show him you can do it better?”

“Dirty girl…”

“Wait…is that Jensen?” you listen closely to the noises coming from the other side of the room. “Uh—Danny is loud.”

“How about we show them how it’s done, babe? I bet they’d love to get advice,” Jared smirks, eyes dropping toward your crotch. “I’m gonna start with eating that sweet cunt of yours.”

“You are a kinky bastard, Mr. Padalecki, but count me in…”

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the wild side - jdm/jackles - a/b/o, dystopia, age difference, class differences

can't buy me love - jdm/jackles - escort!au, boyfriend experience, pining

daddy's little girl - john/deanna, a little sam/deanna - (some) underage, dark and possessive john

my name engraved on your heart - john/dean - underage, feelings, the one with the dog tags and the widow quote

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Everything's Bigger In Texas

Summary: You decide to drive up to Dallas to surprise your old high school buddy, Jared, while he’s there for a convention.

Pairing: Jared x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: J2 convention hilarity, dick jokes, only one bed, high school friends, spooning, size kink Word Count: 3,504 Bingo Squares: @spnkinkbingo - Size Kink

A/N: Not set around any particular season. For the purpose of this story, Jared and Jensen are both single, non-fathers.

Commissioned by: @jbbarnesgirl She had a great prompt that this has now spawned a sequel (which will be a member exclusive on my website)! Thanks for letting my mind run wild on this one babe ❤️

You pull into the parking space the valet wrote on your ticket and park with a dramatic exhale of relief. You’ve actually gone through with it and made the three hour drive up to Dallas to surprise Jared at his convention this weekend.

It had been years since your last high school reunion in Austin when you’d run into each other and wound up drunk in a Waffle House at three in the morning, stuffing your faces with bacon and french fries. You and he were the kind of friends that were awful at keeping in touch but time traveled straight back to junior year anytime you ran into each other. You’ve always been able to talk and laugh like only a weekend had passed between visits instead of years.

You hope Jared’s happy to see you, because you’ve been bursting at the seams with excitement since you came up with your ‘surprise’ plan.

The hotel lobby is swarming with fans and you wonder how on earth you’re going to find Jared in all the bustle. Your plan is to find someone who looks like they’re working the convention and ask for directions to Jared and Jensen’s bodyguard, Clif, who you hope to God remembers dropping your drunk ass off at your apartment after the Waffle House incident. It’s not a very elegant plan but it’s all you’ve got. You spot someone with a lanyard and a walkie-talkie and beeline toward them, fingers crossed in your pocket.

Twenty minutes and several tiers up the convention staff hierarchy later you’re finally led to a service hallway and ushered towards a door, Clif standing guard stoically outside it. The employee escorting you speaks quietly to Clif while you stand there awkwardly, rocking back and forth, toes to heel, in an effort to contain your nervous energy. A look of recognition slowly dawns across the bodyguard’s face as he takes another look at you.

“Austin, a couple years ago?” he asks to confirm.

“High school reunion,” you nod in affirmation, relieved he actually does remember you.

“No getting Jared drunk until after the panel,” Clif admonishes, aiming a thick finger menacingly at your face, and you nod gravely before his face cracks into a grin and he swings the door behind him back on its hinges.

“Y/N?!” Jared’s facing the door and spots you immediately, his face breaking into a wide smile. The anxiety that had solidified in your chest with each passing mile on your way here disintegrates, carrying the tension out of your body as it melts away.

“Hey there, Hot Shot.”

Jared bounds forward and wraps you tightly in a hug, the muscles in his arms visibly bulging the sleeves of his t-shirt as he squeezes you against him, which you can’t help but notice because your eye level is at his bicep. You hug him back as tightly as you can manage, pressing your cheek into his chest.

“How ya doin’, squirt?” Jared grabs your shoulders and manhandles you away from him so he can get a better look at you, his eyes racing up and down your figure. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, Dallas is only a three hour drive,” you shrug. It’s no big deal really, you’d just wanted to see him. “Plus my mom cancelled our girls’ weekend, so I had nothing better to do,” you grin, your eyes twinkling up at him wryly. Behind you, you hear Jensen snort with laughter. Jared turns to his friend, giving him a withering look and Jensen chokes back another laugh, unable to hide his amusement.

“Dude, you were her back-up plan after her mom?”

“Shut up,” Jared rolls his eyes but you join in Jensen’s giggles.

“I’m Jensen, by the way,” the man in question raises a hand in greeting, and you smile back.

“Y/N,” you wave. “Went to high school with this nut case,” you jerk your thumb towards Jared.

“Feels like I do too,” Jensen laughs. “He still acts like he’s fourteen most of the time.”

“Hey!” Jared points an accusing finger at Jensen, “at least fifteen, thank you very much.”

“And what exactly is the distinction between fourteen and fifteen here, Jay?” he asks.

“He doesn’t pop a boner every time he talks to a girl anymore?” you offer, snickering. Jensen bursts out laughing, a full bellied, joyous sound that fills out every corner of the room. Jared is rolling his eyes again, but you spy the faint blush that’s started to creep up his neck, and based on the smirk Jensen’s wearing, you think he’s spotted it too.

“So,” Jared draws out the syllable, trying to change the topic. “Are you staying for the convention then?”

“Got my ticket and everything,” you wave your pass in the air. “But mainly I just wanted to see you, it’s been way too long.”

“Yeah, it has,” Jared squeezes your arm affectionately. “Where’s your seat? I think we’re getting called out soon.”

“Oh I’m with the plebs at the back, standing room. Seeing your ass is only worth so much money,” you tease.

“You’re standing?” Jared’s brow shoots up. “You won’t be able to see a damn thing,” he laughs.

“You’re tall enough to see from space, Bigfoot,” you try to hit him on the head but he easily stretches his neck so you can’t reach, illustrating your point.

“She’s gotcha there, J-Rod,” Jensen agrees, strolling forwards and smacking Jared on the back of the head for you, since your attempt was foiled. “But you don’t have to stand all the way back there, sweetheart,” Jensen adds. “Come out with us, we’ll have someone put you at the side of the stage.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. I really don’t mind standing,” you protest. You didn’t want to take space away from the fans who had paid for the close seats. You’re only a casual watcher of the show anyways, ghosts and monsters aren’t so much your thing, you just watch it because of Jared.

“Nah, c’mon,” Jared ignores your protest, striding back towards the door and popping his head out to talk to Clif. “Can you have them slap an extra chair on the side of the stage? Y/N’s gonna stick around for the panel.”

“Sure thing,” Clif nods, and radioes a volunteer to get it done.

“Jared,” you roll your eyes at your friend.

“Too late,” he taunts. “You’re stuck with the fangirls now.”

“Just keep in mind all the shit I could tell them,” you threaten jokingly.

“Nah, you won’t do that.” Jared’s entirely unconcerned.

“Why not?”

“Because then I won’t pay for our drinks tab later,” he smirks.

You mime turning a lock and throwing away the key. “My lips are sealed.”

“You better tell me later though, sweetheart,” Jensen ducks his head to whisper in your ear as they usher you out the door.

“Buy me a couple cosmos, you can know anything you want,” you smirk, and let Jensen and Jared guide you out to the convention hall for their panel.

“I will definitely take you up on that,” Jensen’s breath ghosts ticklishly over your ear. He shoots you a wink as he ducks behind a dividing curtain and you wave back giggling, and make your way to the seat Clif is pointing you towards.

The panel is a whole lot of fun, and you have to admit it’s definitely better sitting up front than it would have been fighting to stay standing in the sea of hormones jostling at the back. This close up, you can see Jared and Jensen’s reactions much more clearly, too; every secretive grin between them, every twitching laugh line, every aborted glance back in your direction. Laughter rings through the crowd and you refocus your attention on the questions.

“Which one of us is the biggest what?” Jensen speaks into his mic, asking the girl on the opposite side of the stage to you to repeat her question.

“Well I’m the biggest,” Jared cuts in smirking, and the audience cheers and giggles. Jared flashes them a bright, goofy smile.

“Well, that depends on what she’s asking,” Jensen smacks Jared on the arm. The girl tries to ask her question again but she’s laughing through it and the words come out garbled again.

“Which one of us has the biggest pants?” Jared’s brow raises as he incorrectly repeats the question again. You know there’s no way that’s what the girl asked. “That’s still me darlin’.” He turns to your side of the stage goddamn winks, and you flush just as deeply as the girl asking her question. You roll your eyes at him, glad that he probably can’t see you very clearly due to the stage lights shining in his eyes.

“That topic is still up for debate, actually,” Jensen protests seriously.

“No it’s not,” Jared scoffs.

“Uh, yeah, it is.” Jensen’s not backing down. “Costume department compared our measurements bro, they’re the same.”

“You and I both know that didn’t include the measurement they’re talking about,” Jared glares jokingly out at the audience.

There’s wolf whistles and shrieks of delight from the crowd and Jensen bursts out laughing. “You’re gonna give them all aneurysms, man.”

You certainly feel like you might be having an aneurysm. Your blood is pumping hot and hard through your veins. You can actually hear it swirling around your body, leaking out into your capillaries, carrying burning embarrassment and desire to the tips of each vessel.

It’s a running joke, the size difference between you and Jared. He towers over most of the people he meets, so it’s not unsurprising that he towers over you as well. He’s called you ‘squirt’ as long as you can remember knowing him, and you’ve called him every name you can dream up, from ‘sasquatch’ to ‘jolly green giant’.

As you both grew older, and Jared’s physique caught up to his height, and your mind started to take up a more permanent residence in…ahem… lower places than it had inhabited in your youth, you began to wonder just how big Jared would be if you ever… You imagine big. Proportional, at the very least. Though, Jared has always been an overachiever, you imagine it might extend to this measurement as well. You secretly hope, anyway.

You gulp nervously. There’s a reason you and Jared had gotten so trashed the last time you’d hung out, and that was so you could drown your burgeoning crush in some socially acceptable poison and hope it didn’t break its head through the surface. Jared looks back at you and flashes you a smile, probably in relation to whatever he’d just said but you hadn’t been listening, mind too preoccupied thinking about the size of your friend’s dick. You let out a sigh of resignation – you were going to have to get smashed tonight, too.

“Oh,” Jensen’s voice rings through the auditorium as he finally understands the question. “Which one of us did the biggest prank?”

“Uh, Jensen,” Jared answers after a moment of dramatised consideration, “just now when he told you all he has a bigger dick than me.”

There’s an echoing thud as Jensen smacks Jared’s head with his microphone and Jared and Jensen both double up laughing, covering their mics so it doesn’t reverberate around the room. When things settle down after a minute you see Jensen lean towards Jared to say something privately. The mics don’t pick it up, but you’re close enough that you think you hear him say, “later tonight, we’re getting out the ruler.”

The hotel bar is basically empty, but you and Jared are still in a private room at the back so he doesn’t get mobbed by fans if they do happen to wander in. Jensen had joined you for a drink earlier, but he had to leave to perform at the Saturday night concert for the convention.

-

“Do you ever perform on Saturdays?” you poked at Jared, and both he and Jensen laughed wildly.

“Never in a million years,” Jared shook his head. “I just watch this guy give everyone in the room phantom orgasms all night.”

“Gross, dude,” Jensen shuddered as Jared guffawed but you had to agree, Jensen’s voice was orgasmic.

“Have fun with your ménage a several hundreds,” you waved Jensen off with a giggle.

“You’ll have to join in sometime,” Jensen backed out of the room with a wicked grin, wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously and leaving you and Jared laughing behind him.

-

“You want another one?” Jared asks, pointing at your nearly empty glass.

“If I have any more I’ll have to crawl back to Austin,” you hiccup, the alcohol making you giggle-y and unsteady despite your seated state.

“You’re not goin’ back to Austin, squirt,” Jared protests, drowning the remainder of his own glass.

“Am I being kidnapped?”

“Damn straight. You’re not driving anywhere tonight, don’t be stupid.”

“I was gonna dry out a little first,” you defend yourself. Of course you weren’t planning to drive home drunk.

“By the time you sober up it will be way too late to go back. Just stay the night here,” Jared shrugs, indicating it’s no big deal for you to crash. You think about it for a moment and then agree that staying over is a better plan. Besides, Jared will have a big fancy room since the convention is paying for them to stay here – he’ll have plenty of space for you.

“Fine,” you sigh dramatically but you aren’t all that perturbed, and Jared knows it too. “Thank you.”

“What are friends for?” Jared grins. “C’mon, I’ll grab a bottle from the bar and let’s go upstairs. I don’t want to get caught in the crowd after the concert finishes.” You also don’t want to be mobbed by hundreds of concert goers, so you happily follow Jared out of the bar and up to his hotel room.

Jared flops dramatically onto his bed when you get inside, but you stand by the door, taking in your surroundings. As you’d imagined, the room is lavish. Every piece of furniture is accented with metallics, and every soft surface is heaped with pillows, including the bed Jared is now snuggling back onto. But, you note with a bit of surprise, there is only one bed.

Apparently fancy doesn’t automatically come with multiple beds – and why should it? Jared hadn’t expected anybody to stay the night, he’d only needed the one bed. Had he known there was only one bed when he offered you a place to crash for the night? Or had someone else brought up the luggage that you could see piled at the foot of the bed, meaning he wouldn’t have known what the exact sleeping situation would turn out to be? You’re jolted out of your frenzied contemplation when Jared throws a pillow at your head, though it narrowly misses and hits the door behind you.

“Are you just gonna stand there all night?” he laughs, eyes crinkling.

“Uh, no, course not,” you scoff, hoping Jared assumes the flush creeping over your skin is from alcohol, and not embarrassment. Jared scoots over to one side of the bed and pats the empty space he’s just created. The bottle of whiskey he’d brought from the bar downstairs is propped next to him on the pillows and it bounces as you settle yourself on top of the covers. You reach for it and peel back the foil cap, pulling the cork free with a pop.

“Wanna watch something?” Jared rifles on the side of the bed, digging for his laptop in the bag on the floor.

“Whatever you want,” you shrug.

You inwardly hope watching something might help you control your drunk chatter. Your mind has been wandering to one specific place since the panel this afternoon and you’re hyper aware that when you get tipsy, your filter becomes non existent. You do not want to give Jared an unsolicited insight into your horribly inappropriate mind.

Your eyes shift from the bottle in your hands to Jared’s laptop, now open and sitting on his thighs while he surfs through movie options online. His hands overwhelm the breadth of the keyboard, the pads of each long finger almost bigger than the letter keys they’re hovering over. How far could those fingers reach if they were… No. You curtail that course of thought with a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle and flick your eyes away from his hands.

Jared’s legs are pressed together, gangly limbs and knees scrunched up and pushing the fabric at his hips into ripples. An unmissable bulge sits at the apex of his thighs, distending the denim so it’s stretched tightly across his cock while it’s bunched and wrinkled everywhere else. You swallow hard and tear your gaze away, forcing yourself to look back at Jared’s laptop. He’s stopped scrolling now, and after a moment you realise he’s asking you if the movie he’s hovering over is an okay choice. You nod mutely and take another drink.

“Woah there darlin’, save some for the rest of us,” he laughs, grabbing the bottle from your hands, fingertips brushing over yours as he wraps them around the green glass. You wonder if Jared feels the same pang of electricity that you do when you touch. He’s evidently curious as to why you recoiled so quickly, because he’s now carefully studying your hand and the fingers that had just brushed against his.

Your moment of thick silence is interrupted by the fanfare of opening credits as the movie begins to play, startling you. Jared smooshes himself further back into the feather pillows on the unfairly comfy bed and stretches his arms wide, patting the pillow he’s using as an armrest to summon you to him.

Nervous and giddy all at once, you tuck yourself into the crook of his arm, curling up against his side. Even laying down he feels so much bigger than you. Your eyes drop again, unbidden, to his lap and you rip your gaze away quickly. The whiskey must be settling in now, because you start to feel sleepy and because, for just a second, you think that the bulge in Jared’s crotch looks even larger than it had a few minutes earlier.

Jared pulls you close against him, offering you the whiskey bottle again, and you take it happily. The two of you lazily glug more booze and laugh along with whatever comedy is on the laptop, and you’re utterly content. At some point in time your neck loses its ability to support your head and you topple it sideways onto Jared’s shoulder.

“You comfy there, Y/N?”

“Mm-hmm,” you hum sleepily, snuggling even deeper into Jared’s chest, your arm winding itself around his waist of its own accord, and Jared squeezes you against him, laughing softly into your hair.

You aren’t sure when you fell asleep – you don’t remember the end of the movie at all. You don’t even remember how you’d wound up under the covers, cradled snugly in the bend of Jared’s body. Wiggling a little to reintroduce feeling into your left arm, you shift backwards into his chest, secretly hoping the arm currently resting on top of the covers might drop around your waist as you continue to sleep.

Arching out to stretch your legs a little, you wind up nudging your hips back into Jared’s and you freeze in shock. Here, pressed close beneath the confines of cotton-swaddled feathers, you feel it… and you can tell – Jared hadn’t been kidding at the panel earlier. He must be bigger than Jensen, because there’s no way anyone could be physically larger than what you feel pressing into the curve of your ass right now.

Your whole body flushes, but you’re too scared to move away lest you wake Jared, so you stay. You try to breathe, systematically unclenching the muscles in your body from head to toe and allowing yourself to relax against your bed companion. Darkness settles around you when your eyes drift shut again but the light from Jared’s laptop still casts a faint blue tint against your eyelids.

That comforting blue morphs into a shocking orange, and your eyes squint against the unexpected source of light now coming from the open door. Seconds later it’s even brighter as the lights in the room are switched on to reveal Jensen leaning casually against the back of the door, smirking in the direction of the bed. Behind you, Jared has jolted awake, sitting up and pitching you forward into the mattress with the force of his disturbance.

“Jay?” he asks blearily, yawning through the word.

“Why did I have a feeling this is what I’d be walking into tonight?” Jensen answers with a laugh and a kind roll of his eyes. You look sleepily between both of the men, confused as all hell.

Finally, it occurs to you why Jensen must be in the room – and why there had only been one bed.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Work It Out

Summary:  Coming to the gym to watch the hot guy lift weights pays off in the best way. 

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected smut, this is pretty much p*rn with zero real plot, I’m not sorry, fingering, biting, sir!kink, dirty talk, a hint of Dom!Jensen, mention of female masterbation. Language, Jensen working out. (Yes, that’s a warning). I think that’s everything, I missed something, sorry. 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Reader

Gif belongs to: @flamencodiva 

Word Count: 1990

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

A/N: See, told you all I was writing it. @idreamofplaid​, @supernatural-jackles​ and @charred-angelwings. Lol. This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one! I sure as fuck enjoyed writing it lol. Happy thirsty Thursday guys, curtesy of one, Jensen Fucking Ackles. 

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#3

This Is Home

Summary: Sam leaves you and Dean lone to go help Eileen with a Vamp hunt in Texas, and Dean shows you a whole new side of himself you never new existed, especially towards you.

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, all the fun stuff that comes along with it. Insecure/shy reader, hint of shy Dean. Mild hand kink, no sorry. Language. 

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnkinkbingo​

Square Field: Size Kink

Word Count: 3003

Bate’d By: @deanwanddamons​ Thanks babe!

Dividers By: @firefly-graphics​

A/N: Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one! 

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410 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 11:01:38 GMT

#2

The Virus

Summary: A virus was released on earth, one that changed you in a way that was permanent. One that divided the world into three categories. Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. You were the Omega the two Beta hunters had taken in, but turns out one of them wasn't a Beta after all...he just wasn't infected yet.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omgea!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Written For: @spnabobingo Prompt: First Rut. and @spndeanbingo  Prompt: A/B/O

Word Count: 4.5K (Yikes, sorry guys)

Warning: Rut, Heat, Language, ABO Dynamics, ABO Smut, Rough Smut, Threatening behavior, Unprotected Smut, Scenting, Knotting, Claiming. Hint of  a breeding kink. I think that's it. Maybe some slight angst.

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Dean Winchester has a total Daddy kink. Change my damn mind.

Oh babe, Dean Winchester definitely has a Daddy Kink, and I don't give a fuck who says other wise. He's a total Alpha. Just look at his cocky self. He drips danger and dominance by just freaking sitting there.

I mean just look at him! Can you tell that face anything but "yes sir"? I don't think so.

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Happiness Continues

Part 8: 27 Weeks Pregnant

Summary: The guys and their wives take a drive up to Dallas for a Creation convention. The weekend goes great until an uninvited guest shows up. 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 6.4K+

Warnings: Language, angst, stalker scenarios, psuedo-kidnapping

Author’s Note: I know this was uber delayed, but school... anyway I hope it lives up to your expectations. Congrats to @waywardbeanie @jensengirl83 and @akshi8278 on getting your questions into the fic and a huge thank you to everyone that participated. I wish I could have put all the questions in but it would have just been too long of a chapter. But please know I really do appreciate you all. The song sung in this chapter is by The Highwomen called Crowded Table, check it out if you’ve not heard it before. And of course many thank you’s to @emoryhemsworth​ for being the best beta xo Alex

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The sound of ice dropping from the refrigerator and into the metal thermos clanged around the kitchen. Once she was satisfied with the amount in her water bottle, she topped it off with water. As she turned around, screwing the lid into place, the soft hums of her husband could be heard as he came out of their bedroom, their suitcases trailing behind him. 

“You know,” she started, the humming coming from her partner reminding her of something, “you still haven’t told me what song you chose to sing tonight.”

“And you know I told you it was a surprise,” he replied, placing the luggage out of the way and coming to stand next to her at the island. 

“I hate surprises.”

“No, you don’t.” Dimples formed on his cheeks as he kept his smile tight-lipped, his wife rolling his eyes at her. 

“Please! Just tell me,” she jutted out her lower lip in a vain attempt at mocking her brother’s puppy-eyed look. 

“Fine, I chose “Having My Baby,’” Jensen sighed, his shoulders sagging. 

“You did not! Please tell me you are kidding.” 

“What’s wrong with Paul Anka? That song is a classic.” The actor stood up taller, his voice growing defensive. 

“I hope to god you are kidding because believe me when I say that if you so much as mention your ‘seed’ in front of hundreds of fans, I’m taking this baby and I’m leaving.” Y/n pointed to the still-growing bump attached to her abdomen before flicking it towards the door, the most serious expression written on her face. 

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? Fine,” Jensen cleared his throat, and she knew it was coming before he even had the chance to open his mouth again. “The need inside you, I see it showin’, oh, the seed inside you, baby, do you feel it growin’—”

Y/n’s hands flew to her ears, the ‘la, la, la’ falling from her lips in an attempt to drown him out. His face split into a wide grin as he snatched her wrists and pulled his wife into his chest, placing a soft kiss to her nose before her lips. 

“You’d be so lucky, baby, but no, it’s a surprise. You will find out tonight, so let it go.” Jensen released her from his grip as the security system chimed. It noted movement near the garage door just before the couple heard the voice of her brother coming from the other end of the house. 

“Let’s go, Ackles, we’ve got three antsy kids in the car and need to hit the road pronto!” Y/n snatched her backpack and water bottle from the counter as Jensen grabbed their bags and headed towards the garage. The guys took the bags to stuff them in the trunk as Y/n set the house alarm. 

Jensen pulled open the passenger side rear door to the Padalecki’s SUV, helping his wife into her seat before climbing in the front passenger seat. They greeted Jared’s kids as the family set out on the road towards Dallas and the Supernatural convention. 

****

The sign that flew by on the side of the highway indicated that Dallas was about eighty miles out still, giving them at least another hour until they made it. The kids had long since fallen asleep in the backseat, their bellies full of snacks and their distractions in hand. Y/n glanced back at them before digging out the bag of Goldfish she had packed for her snack. Before she could even get it completely open, her husband’s hand appeared between the side of the vehicle and the seat, palm up. The woman chuckled before dumping a handful into his hand. He transferred the crackers to his left hand before returning his right to its original place to rest it on her calf. Jensen ran his fingers up and down her leg, the action soothing to both of them. 

From the seat next to her, Y/n could see her sister-in-law turned to her, a knowing grin on her face. For being an actress, Gen sure did have an awful poker face. 

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m just really happy you two found each other,” the smile on Gen’s face growing wider as she spoke, the eyes of the men in the front seats flickering back to her. Jared glanced over from the driver’s seat just quick enough to see what Gen was referring to. There was a twitch of a smile on his face too before he covered it up to fake a gag. “Speaking of, how was Toronto?”

“Oh, I’m in love with Toronto!” Y/n gushed, her mind going back to the trip she made to visit her husband on set. Because of the break-in, they were making up filming days and he couldn’t get away, so the couple decided to celebrate their first anniversary together with her going to visit him. “The city is so beautiful, albeit not as beautiful as Vancouver, but there is just something about it. It reminds me of New York a lot, but like, cleaner.” 

“You two had a good weekend?” 

“We did. Jensen took me to Alo for dinner, and I know I’m pregnant, but it was the best food I’ve ever had in my life. I wanted to take the chef home with me.” Thinking back to the dish she had, Y/n ran a hand across her abdomen, the memory of her baby coming to life after the meal making her smile to herself. 

“I believe you, even if there is something about being pregnant that just makes everything taste better,” Gen giggled along with her sister-in-law, the two of them sharing a secret that their husbands would never understand. “I’m glad you had a good time with what you had.”

“Well, either way, I was going into my third trimester. I was not up for some extravagant trip across the globe. My back hurts too much to pretend to be relaxed.” As she thought about the way her body had continued to change as the finish line came onto the horizon, it was like her body throbbed in response. The makeup artist flexed her limbs, rolling out the kinks from sitting for too long in one position. 

“I’m sorry girl, but it only gets worse from here,” Gen scrunched her nose, wishing she could tell her anything but the truth. 

Y/n sighed, the action rolling through her whole body, “I was afraid of that.”

****

Clif was waiting at the back doors to the convention center of the Hilton where Creation was hosting their convention this weekend. He was there to escort them all inside as well as stay with Gen and Y/n during the show. Creation provided their own security for Jensen and Jared, so Clif was more than happy to spend time with his favorite girls. They were running a tad late, having hit traffic after dropping the kids off with Jensen’s parents who had graciously offered to babysit. 

“Hey, kid,” Clif greeted Y/n with a bear hug once they were inside, his large arms engulfing her and squeezing tight. “Let me look at ya.”

Y/n stepped back as he released her, running a hand over her now unmistakable bump to emphasize it underneath her maternity clothes. “Not much of a kid anymore.” 

“No, you aren’t, are ya? Went and let this idiot over here corrupt you.” Clif locked his arm around Jensen’s neck, bringing him into his chest to ruffle his hair with the opposite hand. The group laughed and Jensen struggled to get out of his hold, his hands immediately flying to fix his hair once Clif relented. 

“You’ve been spending too much time with Jared,” Jensen scowled at his friends, who shared a look and a shrug. He took his wife’s hand and moved to continue down the hall before pausing to turn back. “And I’ll have you know, she was already corrupted when I got ahold of her. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride.” 

A gasp of her husband’s name fell from her open mouth as he tossed everyone a wink and pulled Y/n deeper into the hotel. Her surprise morphed into a giggle as he pulled her along, her cheeks flaring with residual embarrassment. Her family was bound to push him too far one of these days, and she was just waiting for him to drop some sort of bomb on their unsuspecting ears. She just hadn’t anticipated it would be today. 

Jensen had been in a particularly good mood since that morning. Y/n couldn’t place whether it was the excitement of being at a convention again or if it was being home, but whatever had him smiling like an idiot she was thankful for. Jensen’s attitude had always been infectious, and right now she was thriving off of it, the joy of being able to make her forget about her swollen ankles and face. It was nice to be in the moment for once. 

Louden Swain was already starting their soundcheck on the main stage as she and Jensen entered the hall. Y/n let Jensen go and went to sit in the chairs in the front row to watch them busy themselves around the stage. She was alone until Clif, Jared, and Gen caught up and joined her in the seats. It didn’t take long for the band to run through everything with all their guest stars who would be performing with them. Jensen did a quick verse from “Like A Wrecking Ball” before also joining those that were in the audience. 

The fans could be heard already outside the doors to the hall, their excitement palpable even from a couple of hundred feet away. Not that she blamed them, Louden Swain always put on an amazing show, as did the rest of the cast who chose to join them. Her husband was obviously her favorite to watch; the rough honey trickle of his voice had a way of splitting her soul in half. After that, she was obsessed with watching Briana. The woman was a powerhouse and had a way of captivating everyone watching her. It was no secret that she often found herself on YouTube watching Bri and her husband dueting “Shallow,” making it her most-watched video by far. 

Everyone was escorted to the green room while fans filled the hall, then Clif escorted them back to watch from the sidelines once the lights went down. They took a seat in the chairs that had been put aside for them against the wall, joining in the squeals of the audience when the guys took the stage. 

Louden Swain captivated everyone with their songs and stage presence, as per usual, but when Rob introduced Jensen onto the stage, it was like a train had just rammed into the wall of the hotel. She could feel the floor shaking underneath the insanity that ripped through his fans in the seats of the audience. 

“Well, good evening Dallas!” Jensen bounded on the stage, the leather jacket he was wearing somehow looking that much better in the lights of the stage. The Texan pulled Rob into a tight hug before taking his place in front of the microphone stand. The stubble that had arrived in just a few days of not shaving was more evident on his jaw and neck as he craned it sideways to work the stand up to his height. Y/n had to admit he looked absolutely scrumptious. 

“I’ve got a new song for you guys tonight that the guys have been so gracious to learn for me.” Jensen paused for the screams from the crowd before continuing his introduction. “This one is for my wife. I love you, honey.” He cast his eyes to where she was seated, watching the smile that spread across his features and letting it calm her anxious heart.

You can hold my hand

When you need to let go

I can be your mountain

When you're feeling valley-low

I can be your streetlight

Showing you the way home

You can hold my hand

When you need to let go

 I want a house with a crowded table

And a place by the fire for everyone

Let us take on the world while we’re young and able

And bring us back together when the day is done

Jensen’s foot tapped against the stage as he found his groove in the first verse. Almost instantly, Y/n recognized the opening chords to the song making her heart flutter in her chest. She’d first discovered this song before they’d even found out they were expecting. There was an instant connection to the lyrics, and in typical Y/n fashion, she had played the song on repeat until she knew the lyrics backward and forwards. She really couldn’t believe he’d remembered it. 

If we want a garden

We’re gonna have to sow the seed

Plant a little happiness

Let the roots run deep

If it’s love that we give

Then it’s love that we reap

If we want a garden

We're gonna have to sow the seed

After everything the two of them had been through the past few months, the lyrics falling from his lips brought tears to her eyes. She chose to completely ignore the fact that she was pregnant. This was his way of reminding her of that night and the promise he’d made. The actor was more than ready to start a family with her, and he would keep reminding her until he ran out of breath.

The door is always open

Your picture’s on my wall

Everyone’s a little broken

And everyone belongs

Yeah, everyone belongs

 I want a house with a crowded table

And a place by the fire for everyone

Let us take on the world while we’re young and able

And bring us back together when the day is done

And bring us back together when the day is done

If Y/n thought that the screams that greeted Jensen on the stage were deafening, it had nothing on the roar that now filled the hall, never mind the thrumming of her heart in her chest. She was sure time had stopped. Her husband blew a kiss to the audience before bowing off stage. It was his disappearance from before the mic that had on her feet without a second thought, chasing after him behind the stage and to the green room. 

She burst through the doors, her eyes meeting his as he turned to the sound of the latch. Without a second thought to the others in the room, the pregnant woman launched herself into her husband’s arms. Both of them dug their faces into the embrace, knowing just what the other needed at that moment. 

“You’re right, I did love this surprise,” she mumbled against his neck. Jensen ran a hand down her hair, his arms instinctively squeezing her tighter to him as she spoke. 

“Anything for you, babe.”

****

Behind the scenes of conventions was far less exhilarating for the guests than it was for the fans attending. It was quiet in the green room, most people eating or napping in between events they were to attend, which was why Y/n and Gen chose to stay behind the next morning and let the kids sleep in as much as possible. The guys were up at the crack of dawn to get to the hotel in time for the gold panel, and neither wanted to deal with pulling three little ones out of bed that early. 

It was nearly midday by the time the girls had wrangled the kids into the car and to the hotel. Clif met them at the back door much like he had done the night before, ready to escort them wherever they wanted to go. When they arrived in the green room, the guys were off to their respective photo op rooms. 

The kids took center stage when they got there, livening up the room in an instant. Odette fed off the attention far more than her brothers did but being the youngest, that didn’t come as a shock to anyone. Y/n wanted to hit the vendor’s room before her husband got back and they had to be on stage for the main panel. There were often hidden gems at some of the booths and she wanted to support the small business that set up there. She invited Gen to join her, and naturally, Odette wanted to tag along. The two of them left the boys in the capable hands of Kim and Briana before grabbing Clif and heading out. 

The room was bustling with people who were in between activities when they entered. Y/n picked up the small girl and put her on her hip so she could keep better track of her, not that Odette protested. They made their way to a booth surrounded by original artwork. Most of the displayed pieces were Supernatural related, but there were a few other pieces that encompassed other shows and movies, as well as art that encompassed just about anything else. Y/n got the artist’s information, intending to order an original piece from her. 

From there, it didn’t take long for the room to realize who had joined them. The hushed whispers of the con attendees could be heard as they moved on to a shop that sold handmade jewelry. Luckily the looming presence of Clif was enough to keep people at bay. He was very good at subtly guiding those who dared to walk up to them away from the scene. Right now they preferred peace and would greet some people once they were finished looking. 

Gen bought something from the jeweler for Odette, seeing as once the toddler set her mind to something, she was relentless. Then the trio moved on to a few more booths before acknowledging the fans in the room. Clif took Odette from Y/n while the wives talked with some people in the room. There were many congratulations and asks for photos which Y/n politely declined while Gen agreed.

With a glance at her watch, Y/n signaled to Gen it was time to head back. They said goodbye to the fans and headed back to the green room. Jared and Jensen were back already when they entered, eating a quick snack before they had to go back on stage. 

Jensen pushed his chair back from the table when he spotted his wife. He patted his thigh as she made her way towards him and she took a tentative seat in his lap. The actor placed a kiss on the underside of her jaw before offering her the food on his plate. She decided on a carrot, biting into the hard vegetable as her husband spoke. 

“I missed you this morning.”

“I know, I missed you too. Still hate waking up to an empty bed,” she frowned, tossing the other half of the carrot in her mouth. 

“Just a few more weeks, then I’m done and it’s just you, me, and this baby,” Jensen promised, resting his large hand over her growing abdomen. He ran his thumb over the swell of her stomach as she contemplated his words. 

“Promise?” She cocked her head, knowing full well he intended every word. Before he could answer, the Creation handlers appeared to grab the boys and bring them to the stage. 

“Promise,” he kissed her again before urging her off his lap so they could head out. Gen rounded up the kids to go and Jared picked up his daughter to carry her out to the show. Jensen and Y/n walked hand in hand down the back hallway until they had to go separate ways. Jared handed Odette over to his wife and they were off to get show-ready. 

The girls and the kids followed behind Clif and took the empty seats in the front row far off on the right side of the stage, the lights lowering just as they were getting settled. Rob and Rich appeared and did their usual bit before introducing the boys onto the stage.

Watching them together was something Y/n always enjoyed. The two actors played off of each other so well and never failed to make her chuckle. Especially now, she loved that after everything that had happened, their relationship was not hindered. They were truly brothers on and off camera, and Y/n couldn’t ask for anything better. 

Jensen went to his usual chair on the right side of the stage, pulling it more forward and center before sitting down as the crowd continued to cheer for them. Jared followed suit, spinning his chair around and putting as close to Jensen’s as was humanly possible. Her husband frowned and leaned away from Jared, who only played along and leaned into his best friend. 

Jensen brought the mic to his lips and scowled, “Dude, why are you so close to me?”

“Cause we’re family now, officially bonded by blood,” Jared retorted, still trying to lean into Jensen as he continued to pull away. The older man rolled his eyes at his brother-in-law’s antics but couldn’t fight the smile on his face as the crowd cheered at Jared’s words. 

“Don’t remind me.” Jared leaned into Jensen, whispering something in his ear before the pair shared another laugh. Jared spun around and started the questioning. They got a few typical questions about Supernatural and the final season, nothing too crazy, but one specifically piqued Y/n’s interest. 

The girl asking the question stood not even twenty feet from her at the mic on the right side of the room. “My question is for Jensen.” Her voice was steady, but she was looking at her feet as she spoke. “Now that you are on The Boys, the show has far more carnage than Supernatural, and you have said in the past that you dislike being covered in fake blood, so I was wondering if you have come to terms with it, or has your hatred only grown?” 

Jensen threw his head back in laughter at her question, surprised that he hadn’t been asked it before today. “Well, you are right, I have not been shy about my contempt of stage blood, but nowadays I do find it far less annoying than I once did. I think I got over it filming season fifteen. There is nothing like staring at a beautiful woman to take your mind off of the stickiness. Y/n was a great distraction.” 

“Alright, that’s my baby sister you are talking about,” Jared faked a gag before dropping his mic in his usual fashion as the crowd let out a collective ‘awe.’ Jensen shrugged before moving on to the next question. He rounded to the next fan on the opposite side of the stage. 

“Hi,” the boys said in unison, bright smiles on their faces for the girl.

“First of all, I want to congratulate Jensen on the pregnancy. So, my question is for Jensen and Jared. Jensen, since you learned about the pregnancy, has your perception of life and love changed, and if so, how? And for Jared, being a father yourself, what are some things or advice you would like to share with Jensen? How has becoming a dad changed you? Thank you!” The girl stuttered around her words, her nerves of having the guy’s undivided attention seeping through her voice. 

“What?!” Jared dropped his jaw as he turned his head back to look at his brother in law in the seat next to him. “You’re pregnant?” 

Jensen leaned back in his chair and ran a hand down his torso, “Do you think I’m showing yet?”

“No dude, you look good, women everywhere hate you.” The duo fell into a fit of laughter, their heads were thrown back in unison at their stupid joke. Naturally, the whole crowd joined in. How could one not when those two were cracking up? It was infectious. 

“I’m sorry about my friend here. Thank you, we are very excited.” Jensen leaned around Jared to smile at the fan that stood with a Random Acts volunteer’s arm around her shoulders. “As for your question, it didn’t really hit me until we heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. Anyone who has kids knows how important that moment is. I never thought I could love my wife more than I already did, but there is something about looking at the woman you love carrying your child. It’s a completely different kind of connection to another human being. As for our baby, well, she was just a flicker on the screen then, but I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do for that flicker.”

“Y/n is gonna kill you later for saying ‘she,’” Jared cut in, but Jensen just smirked knowingly. The man always had to cut the emotion with a joke, something the pair of them had in common. Life was too short to always be so serious anyway. 

“Well, what about you dad?” 

“What are you talking about?”

“She asked you a question too, so answer it,” Jensen reminded his costar, much to the amusement of everyone around them. 

“Oh yeah. Well, I’ve given Jensen tons of advice. He’s constantly coming to me for my superior wisdom.” Jensen frowned behind him, his eye roll visible even from the back of the room. “Nah, but in all seriousness, the best piece of advice I could ever give him would be to just be there for your wife, whatever she needs. She just gave you a child, the least you could do is get her some water and snacks during feedings.” 

In the shadows of the audience, Gen leaned over to Y/n, whispering in her ear, “I think he’s done that maybe twice.” Y/n laughed along with her friend, knowing full well that sounded just like Jared. 

“Being a dad has taught me an abundance of patience and understanding. While they are your kids, they are also humans with real feelings and thoughts. It’s important to listen to your children, and I mean really listen to them. It’s not easy some days, but what they’ll remember in twenty years is whether mom and dad were there or not, so that’s what’s most important to me.” The girl whispered a shaky ‘thank you’ to the guys before they moved on. There were more questions about Supernatural, Walker, and The Boys, but what Y/n didn’t expect was another question regarding her, the words cutting her like ice as they left the fan’s mouth.

"Now that Y/N is pregnant, how hard is it being away from her while filming? How do you handle the emotions of being away from your wife in this kind of situation?" The fan had a bright smile on her face as she asked a question that was sure to have the fans falling even more in love with her husband and the amazing man he was. 

Gen’s hand fell on her shoulder as she noticed her sister-in-law’s body tense, awaiting the answer from the actor on stage. Jensen turned his gaze to her, offering a small smile to her before turning back to the fan. 

“It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I feel like I’m dumping everything on her shoulders and leaving her to figure it out alone, and I hate that. You know, I made a promise to her on our wedding day that I would always be there for her, and I feel like I’m breaking that promise. On the nights that the baby is rolling around and not letting her get any sleep, she will FaceTime me to show me, and anyone who’s ever seen this knows it’s just as cool as it is creepy when it looks like the kid is trying to escape from her stomach.” Jared nodded in agreement alongside him as the audience laughed at his admission. “My heart clenches in those moments because I know there are a hundred other moments that I don’t get to be there for, but even more so that my wife doesn’t get to have me next to her for. I know it’s just as hard on her, experiencing all these new milestones alone. We are both just very lucky that she has Jared and Gen so close. Those two have been her rock through this whole thing.” 

“If there is anyone who can handle it, it’s Y/n,” Jared cut in, sensing his friend’s growing discomfort. “My sister is one of the strongest women I know, so don’t worry about her too much, Jay.”

“Right, yes my mistake, what was I thinking worrying about my pregnant wife?” The shorter Texan played up his words with a stiff nod of his head, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. The guys thanked the fan for her question just as Rob and Rich came back on stage, starting up the last question song. Y/n excused herself then to go to the restroom, assuring Clif she’d be okay and she would be right back, imploring him to stay with Gen and the kids.

The pregnant woman slipped past Creation security near the stage to the hall that led to the bathrooms. She sped down the hall on her toes, the urgency not hitting her until she stood up. Her mind was focused on getting to the bathroom, unconcerned about anything else until she was inside the first open stall. Y/n took care of her business, coming out of the stall to a figure standing directly across from her at the sinks. Her eyes trailed up the broad person who had their back to her until she met their eyes in the mirror.

“No!” The gasp left her lips, her feet instinctively stepping backward until her back hit the stall. 

“Hi, Y/n,” the man’s voice was rough, the sound of grating against every nerve in her body. It perfectly matched the smirk that he held as he turned to face her, the same smirk that had been haunting her dreams for weeks now. The woman swallowed around the lump in her throat as her pulse rose, the thrum of it beating behind her ears. 

“How?” It was the only thing she could force past her lips as her mind raced through all the possible outcomes of this encounter. If anything, she was trying to buy time until someone came looking for her, but she had no idea how long that could be. 

“I expected a hello, but I guess I can’t really blame you,” the guy shrugged, his nonchalance unsettling Y/n even more than she already was. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time now.”

“Waiting for me?”

“It was only a matter of time before we found our way to each other,” he took a step closer to Y/n, her heart skipping in her chest at the action. No matter how frightened she was at this moment, Y/n refused to back down. Instead, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin at the man. 

“Wh-what do you want?” Her tongue tripped over her words and the woman fought to control her breaths, letting the air out slowly through her nose as she refused to look away from the stalker across from her. 

“I want you. It’s always been you. For years I’ve waited for you to come to your senses about that actor you call your husband, but it seems you may need a little push,” he explained as his feet began to pace in a line, cutting off her only route to the door of the bathroom, to her freedom. 

“Excuse me?” Y/n was genuinely confused now, her adrenaline-soaked brain struggling to comprehend what he was telling her. 

“He’s all wrong for you. The bastard married you and ran off to Canada the second he could, leaving you to tend to his house, and now look at you, knocked up with his spawn and he still could give a rat’s ass about you.” The man’s voice was rising in tone as he became agitated, with what exactly she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t want to stick around to find out. 

“My husband loves me—”

“No!” He rounded on her, his pacing halted as he looked at her. “He’s poison. He doesn’t care about you or your career, he only cares about what you can do for him, but me? I’ve been your number one fan since the beginning. With me, your possibilities are limitless. Nobody could stop us.” 

It was now even more apparent to her at that moment that this guy was far more unhinged than she had originally thought. He believed with every fiber of his being that what he was saying was the truth, she could see it in the fire raging behind his eyes. It was the same fire that had her biting her tongue from firing back. She had more than just herself to think about in this situation, and she had no one way of knowing how he would react, but she also knew that staying in that bathroom was not an option either. 

It was now or never. He was no longer pacing across her escape route, and she wasn’t that far from the door. If she could at least get on the other side of it, she could create a commotion to draw attention. The second his eyes flickered from her own, she leaped into action, setting her focus on the door, and only the door. As her fingers wrapped around the handle, she felt his rough grip on her bicep. She was only able to get the door open a fraction of an inch, but it was enough. Her frantic eyes met with the shocked ones of Gen and Clif on the other side of the door. 

“Damn it!” He hollered as he yanked her back. The door didn’t even have time to close before Clif was pushing his way into the bathroom after her, watching as Y/n stumbled and nearly fell on her ass from the force of the stranger’s pull. 

“Alright, let her go,” Clif’s voice was calm and demanding as he assessed the scene in front of him. “Don’t make this worse for you than it already is.” 

“You make it sound so easy,” the guy chuckled dryly, the sound of it finally breaking whatever false sense of confidence Y/n had created. Preparing for a struggle, she squeezed her eyes shut, the action sending the welled up tears cascading down her cheeks. 

“It is that easy. Because trust me, if you hurt her, it will be the last thing you ever do.” The sound of the bathroom door opening again had her opening her eyes, a few of Creation’s security guards filing in to back up Clif. Knowing he was outnumbered, the man roughly released his grip on Y/n’s arm. The pregnant woman scrambled away from him, past security, and out into the hallway. 

“Y/n...” The sudden grip around her wrist startled the traumatized woman, her body reacting against it until her gaze met the familiar green eyes of her husband. Her body relaxed in an instant, throwing her into his arms as a sob racked through her body. Jensen squeezed his wife in his arms, holding her shaking frame close to his chest as she let out all her emotions. He shared a look with Jared before burying himself into her as well, just as relieved to have her back as she was to be free. 

It had only been about thirty seconds since Gen had come running back from checking on Y/n to tell them that something was wrong, but it was all it took. He felt his heart sink as he looked at the fear in Gen’s eyes. He and Jared were up from their chairs like lightning, allowing their long legs to get them to the bathroom with security hot on their tail. It killed him to have to wait outside, but he knew it was the best chance of getting her out of there safely, so he bit his tongue and did as he was told. None of that mattered now anyway, she was safe in his arms, and that was the most important thing. 

It felt like an eternity later when the cops showed up, taking the place of the unarmed security detail. They emerged with the guy in cuffs, a deep scowl on his face as he was carted out of the hotel, Clif and the security following behind. 

“Clif, what the fuck happened?!” Jensen growled, fury about the day’s events creeping upon him, seeing the guy that had his hands on his wife only fanning the fire in his belly. 

“I’m sorry, Jensen—” Clif's words were cut off by the raging actor. 

“You’re sorry? You were supposed to be protecting her!” Y/n lifted her head from her husband’s shoulder, using the back of her sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot from her face. The man’s whole body was tense, the anger rolling off of him of barely perceptible vibrations. 

“Hey, Jay,” she put her hands on his face, making him look at her. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from Clif to look at his wife, his face softening as he took in her fragile state. “It’s not his fault. I told him to stay with Gen.”

“Y/n/n...”

“No. Clif is not to blame right now and you know it,” Y/n lowered her voice, the little bit of sternness she was able to muster dissipating. “You’re scared and I am too, but don’t take that out on him.” Jensen nodded at her, leaning in to kiss her forehead with trembling lips.

“I’m sorry, Clif,” Jensen breathed, his eyes opening slowly to look back up at his long time friend. Still trying to come to his senses over what had just happened, he had one arm around his wife, refusing to break contact with her. The fear of being out of control was still too overpowering. 

“It’s okay, I understand.” The two men shared a nod. Emotions were still on high, and everyone needed a moment to take in the events that had just transpired. Before anything else could be said, one of the cops cut through the tense scene playing out in the middle of the hotel hallway. He had a concerned look on his face, but he had a job to do too. 

“Ma’am, can I ask you a couple of questions?”

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Winter Wonderland

Summary: Jensen takes (Y/N) on a writing retreat in order for her to finish her novel. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count: 1954 Square Filled: Free Space Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: Set after SPN and before The Boys in a fantasy world without COVID because well… I say so.

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Blink. Blink. Blink.

(Y/N) growled before laying her head down on her desk gently banging it repeatedly against it. A pair of strong hands slid over her aching shoulders. A sigh of relief slipping her lips as they began working the kinks out of them.

“Honey, you need to relax or you’re going to blow a gasket.”

His tender, deep tone blanketed her body in warmth and comfort, “I know, I know. My deadline is quickly approaching and I’m kind of freaking out.”

She turned her head to one side when she felt his hands move from her shoulders. She stared into the olive eyes of Jensen Ackles. Her best friend, her confidant, her boyfriend, her everything. The main source of her inspiration and focus of her current book series. In a whirlwind affair, they met in an Entertainment Weekly interview when her book was released five years ago. Inspired by his show Supernatural and specifically his character Dean, he asked her to dinner that evening and the rest was history.

His hand cupped her face, “I think we need a getaway. I’m on hiatus until The Boys starts shooting and a change of scenery could jump start your creative flow again.”

“I could be convinced to go off with you to a beach somewhere.” She chuckled sitting up once again.

“Let me plan it out. Now, what don’t you call it a day on cursing at your laptop and come watch a movie with me.” He held his hand out to her which she happily took leaving any thoughts of her unfinished manuscript behind in her office.

A week later, (Y/N) stepped off a plane in Toronto in December, “Definitely not the beach.” she muttered as they grabbed their bags.

Jensen chuckled, “Just trust me, the inspiration will be flowing from you in no time and you’ll finish your book like that,” He snapped his fingers.

A driver waited for them, taking their bags as they climbed into the back of the black town car. Fresh snow had recently fallen blanketing the city. Even though she hated winter, hated snow, hated the cold even (Y/N) could not deny the beauty passing by her as they merged onto the highway. An hour later, they turned down a private drive leading to a beautiful cabin surrounded by snow covered forestry.

“Wow…” was all she managed to say as the car parked outside the front door.

“I told you. Head inside and I will help bring in our stuff.” Jensen pressed his lips against her temple before opening the door and helping her out of the car.

The inside of the cabin was nearly as beautiful as the outside. With an open floor plan, the front entrance led right into the living room. A large fireplace, the central focal point surrounded by couches and loveseats. Two doors led to the back deck and a large open backyard fading into the forest. To the right was a long, wooden dining room table then a break bar behind it. She peered into the kitchen with all modern appliances and an old wood burn stove. The rich mahogany wood cabinets matching the rest of the decor.

To her left, were stairs leading to a second floor. She noticed a door beneath the stairs ajar and beckoning her. Pushing the wooden door open, she stepped into a small den/library. Every wall had floor to ceiling bookshelves except one that was all windows giving her an exceptional view of the forest. In the center of the room, facing the windows, was a beautiful mahogany desk with a plush chair pushed under it. Walking over, she ran her fingers over the smooth desktop with only a few items on it.

“When I saw this room, I knew it would be perfect for you.”

Jensen’s voice startled for a moment before a wide smile spread across her face, “I should have never doubted you. This place is beautiful.”

He walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Wait until you see the Master Bathroom and the large clawfoot tub.”

His eyes shined with mischief as they explored the rest of the cabin. Eating an early dinner and christening the king size bed, (Y/N) fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, she awoke alone in bed with only a note on her nightstand.

Went out to grab breakfast for us. Be back soon. Love, J

(Y/N) stretched her body out before getting up and walking into the master bath. If she had ever dreamed of the perfect bathroom this would be it. A spacious standing shower with jets on all sides. His and hers sinks already with their things spread out along the counter top. Finally, the clawfoot tub he spoke of the previous day. It was beautifully crafted and calling her name. Running the water as hot as she could stand it, she poured some of the apple scented bubble bath sitting beside it. Emerging her body completely within it, her muscles singing praises of relief and comfort.

Once she completed her soak in the tub, (Y/N) showered then put on her favorite comfy clothes of leggings and one of Jensen’s Zeppelin shirts. Running her fingers through her hair, she left it to air dry and made her way downstairs. On the breakfast bar sat a cup of steaming coffee and an array of assorted fruits and pastries. Grabbing the cup and plate, she walked over to one of the couches closest to the fireplace.

Halfway through her breakfast, she spotted Jensen outside. His head covered by a thick beanie covered in snow. He had on a long sleeve shirt with an undershirt peeking out from the collar, sweatpants leaving very little to the imagination of what was beneath them and boots laced up over his pants. A shovel in his hand, he began to scoop away the fluffy snow dumping it over the deck.

It was such a normal, simple chore that stirred many feelings within (Y/N) all at once. Watching his muscles bulge and relax with each move he made. Snowflakes kissing his lashes and hair peeking out from under his hat. The way his tongue darted out the corner of his lips as he tossed another mound of snow over the edge. The way his sweats stretched over his perfect, round, bubble butt and hung on his hips.

(Y/N) bit her lip, setting her forgotten breakfast on the table beside her. An all new hunger sweeping over her body making her press her thighs together as Jensen walked out of sight around the side of the house. She could hear him kicking his boots on the floor of the garage before the door creaked open. He was brushing off the remaining snow from his shoulders. His hair a spiky mess from snow and sweat. The scent of pine and his natural musk piercing her nose as he sat next to her.

“Good morning beautiful, enjoy your breakfast?” He slung his arm on the back of the couch, his cold fingertips brushing against her scorching skin.

“Mmhmm.” She hummed before straddling his hips, leaning down pressing her heated lips against his cold ones, “I also enjoyed the morning entertainment.”

She slowly moved her hips against him, “I can tell.” He groaned before flipping her over pinning her to the couch.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing and enjoying one another’s company. (Y/N) was lying in bed watching Jensen sleep reflecting on the last couple of days. Her mind drifting to the future and what that looked like for them. She ran her fingers through his hair gently rewarded with a deep sigh from him. Watching him sleep, thoughts of the future had her squirming uneasily. Everything was perfect, too perfect and perfection was usually followed by devastation.

Inspiration struck her like lightning jolting her out of bed. Jensen stirred briefly before turning over falling further into his slumber. Quickly putting on the clothes she had on earlier, (Y/N) grabbed her backpack and headed down to the den beneath the stairs. Running on autopilot, she set the desk up to her liking and her laptop hummed to life. As it ran through the normal start up routine, she pulled out her notebook flipping to the next blank page feverishly writing down the ideas flowing from her mind. Once they were written and her laptop ready to go, (Y/N) placed her fingertips just over her keyboard. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she began weaving the newest adventure for her characters to tie together the beginning and ending of their story.

The final words appeared on the screen just as the sun pierced over the horizon. The snow glistened as the orange and yellow rays spread across it. The forest in front of her playing a crucial part within her manuscript giving it the perfect setting. (Y/N) sat back in the chair allowing a breath of relief to escape from her lips.

“Did you finish it?” His groggy voice made her smile.

Turning around, she found him leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes traveling the length of his firm, beautiful, naked body. She nodded, turning back around to her desk saving her manuscript one last time before shutting her laptop placing it back into her bag. Standing, she crooked her finger for him to come sit on the chair. Jensen rubbed his eyes before sitting and pulling her onto his lap.

“I did and all because of you.” She kissed him raking her fingers through his hair.

He moaned, “Happy to continue being your muse.”

Two words were burning the tip of her tongue, “Marry me.” She whispered against his lips.

Pulling back, she stared into his dark orbs as the words pushed through the early morning fog, “Aren’t I supposed to ask you that?”

“Were you going to ask me?” She questioned her stomach fluttering with nerves.

“Yes.”

“Yes to marrying me or yes you were going to ask me?” Her stomach churned as silence filled the space between them.

He stood up lifting her with him placing her feet on the ground. Lacing their fingers together, he led her back up to their room walking over to his suitcase. She could not help to admire his bare butt as he bent over retrieving something from the bag.

“I had planned on asking you tonight when I took you out to dinner, but since you beat me to the punchline,” He paused kneeling in front of her, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?”

The simple band and diamond sparkled as the morning sun kissed it, “Yes… YES!”

He slipped the ring on her finger before scooping her up and tossing her onto the bed hovering over her. His smile took her breath away while tears slipped down her face. He was leaning down to kiss her when she stopped him.

“Wait, I need to write something down before I forget.” She scrambled off the bed grabbing the nearest piece of paper and pen.

“Really? Right now when I’m about to make love to my fiancé and inspiration strikes.” He grumbled laying back on the mattress.

Writing as quickly as possible, she stripped out of her clothes before climbing over his body and kissing him, “That’s the life of marrying a writer. You’re proposal was way better than the one I wrote and I want to make sure I change it when I make revisions.”

He chuckled, rolling her onto her back then slowly pushing within her, “Shut up and let me love you.”

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