#alex calvert x reader

[hunterscabin]

This Baby Will Have A Father Part II

Summary: The boys have a surprise for Y/N that they hope will show how deeply they love and care for her.

Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, reluctance to accept help and gifts, mild panic, fluff, ALLl of the fluff.

Word Count: 1.6k 

Author’s Note: This is the second and, what I had planned to be, last chapter of a mini series, but writing all of this fluff has been a nice distraction from the real world. If there is any interest, I’d gladly consider writing more. 

Part I

At nearly six months pregnant, exhaustion took on a whole new meaning. The ten to twelve hour work days you once conquered with ease now left you completely drained and lethargic. You were lying on the sofa in your trailer, contemplating how you used to manage a night out after filming, when a small slip of paper caught your eye.

You sat up, reaching toward the coffee table with some effort, and quickly recognized the handwriting.  

Meet me in my trailer. - Jare

While walking across the lot, you contemplated Jared’s note. You weren’t sure of the reason for his note, but your mind had wandered to the point that you began silently praying the boys had enough common sense not to prank a woman approaching her third trimester.

Jared must have been watching for you, because his door swung open before you reached the trailer’s steps.

“Y/N/N!” Jared beamed, ushering you into the small living space where Jensen, Misha, Alex, Rob, and Rich were eagerly awaiting your arrival.

“It smells like trouble in here.” you cautioned, leery of the knowing smiles plastered on their faces.

Misha stepped forward and took both of your hands in his.

“You know we all love you, right?”

“Yes.” You squinted at him suspiciously. “What is this, an intervention?”

“No.” Misha laughed. “We’re so excited for you, Y/N/N, but we also know how much goes into raising a baby.”

“It’s exhausting.” Rob concurred from the sofa.

“They take all of your time and energy.” Rich agreed.

Misha saw a tinge of fear flash across your face.

“We’re not trying to scare you,” he soothed, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands, “We just know that you have a hard time asking for help, even when you really need it.”

“And you’re gonna really need it.” Jensen stressed.  

“We weren’t kidding when we said you don’t have to do this alone.” Jared added. “We want to be with you, every step of the way.”

“And we’ve put something together to show you how serious we are.” Rich announced, proudly handing you a small scroll that was neatly tied with a thick, white ribbon.

You loosened the bow, unfurled the ivory card stock, and read the cursive heading. 

“This is a binding contract, for all who have signed, detailing the ways in which we plan to care for and love Y/N and Baby Y/L/N.”

You looked up in disbelief, finding Rich’s kind expression, and he nodded for you to continue reading.

“Alex: Date Night.”

Alex stood and walked toward you.

“What are your two favorite things?” he quizzed, already knowing your answer.

“Good food, great company.” Your reply was skeptical, but a small smile tugged at your lips upon hearing everyone recite your mantra in unison.

“Now, I don’t know if I’m considered great company,” Alex quipped, trading the scroll for a small booklet, “but I can promise good food.”

You thumbed through the pages Alex handed you and noticed each one listed the name of a restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try.

“I will be waiting at your trailer, every Friday after work, until we’ve eaten our way through Vancouver.”

“This is too much.” you shook your head.

Unsure of how to accept his kindness, your gaze fell to the floor. Alex immediately dipped his head to catch your eyes.

“I know what you're thinking,” he whispered, “and you’re wrong; you deserve to have some fun.”

Alex watched you fiddle with the booklet for a moment before offering some extra reinforcement.

“It’s either dinner out or eating in, and I really don’t want to make you or the baby suffer through my cooking.”

His threat elicited a surprised laugh, and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, Alex.”

“See you Friday night?” he confirmed. 

“It’s a date.”

Alex handed back the scroll, and you read the next name.

“Rich: Cravings.” You tilted your head to the side and crinkled your brow. “You all think I’m food obsessed, don’t you?”

Everyone laughed, as Rich took Alex’s place in front of you.

“This” he said, handing you a prepaid cell phone while holding up one of his own, “Is your designated snack line. Any time you have a craving, you just call or text, and I’ll be there!”

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” you giggled, taking the phone. “I’ve already gone through three watermelons this week.”

“It’s only Tuesday!” Rich exclaimed. “That’s one watermelon a day!”

“This baby knows what they want.” you proclaimed, rubbing your belly.  

“I’m serious,” Rich affirmed, his face softening with sincerity, “If you need ice cream at three o’clock in the morning, I’m your man.”

“Promise not to judge me when the requests start getting crazy?”

“Honey, you should hear some of the things Jaci ate while she was pregnant. I’ve seen it all.”

“Thank you, Rich.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Who’s next?” Jensen prompted.

“Rob: Lullabies.”

You looked up to find Rob fishing for something in his backpack.

“When she was especially fussy, music was the only thing that would get Audrey to sleep.” 

Rob found what he was looking for and pulled out a CD case.

“Louden Swain is putting together an album of lullabies for Baby Y/L/N, and we’ve already recorded one song.” he said, handing you the demo. “I hope you like it.”

You held the case to your heart.

“I’ll love it. The baby will love it.” You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

 “Thank you, Rob!”

“We’re having another session next weekend, and we’d love for you to come.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You set the CD on the counter and picked up the scroll.

“Misha: Crib.”

Misha reached out his hand, and you settled your palm against his.

“That night after you told us you were pregnant, I couldn’t sleep, so I went out to my woodshop, and eight hours later, I had this.” Misha slid his phone across the counter, revealing a photo of an ornately carved railing rung. He swiped his finger over the screen, and a dark wood headboard appeared.  

“It still needs a lot of work, but it will definitely be ready by the time the little one gets here.”

“Misha,” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears, “It’s the most beautiful crib I’ve ever seen.”

Misha stood and gathered you in his arms.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hey! There are other people here who love her!” Jensen joked impatiently, when you lingered in Misha’s embrace.

“Let me guess.” you teased. “You’re next?”

Jensen gave a playful shrug, and you rolled your eyes. You sent Misha back to his chair and found Jensen’s name on the scroll. 

“Jensen: Classes.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“When Danneel was pregnant with JJ and the twins, she always felt more at ease when she was prepared, so we went to every class imaginable: delivery classes, breastfeeding classes, parenting classes…“ Jensen stopped suddenly, when he saw that you’d started wringing your hands. 

"Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”

“Those types of classes never even crossed my mind.” You spoke quietly, as if you were merely thinking out loud, but your voice was dripping with panic. 

“I’m already not doing enough. What else am I not thinking of?”

“Hey, slow down.” Jensen pulled you into his chest and cradled your head. He rubbed your back and stroked your hair while exchanging concerned glances with the group.

“I’m going to be a terrible mother.” you mumbled into Jensen’s shirt.

Jensen kissed your temple and leaned back to look at you.

“You are not going to be a terrible mother.” His voice was warm and reassuring.

Jensen brushed the hair away from your face and let out a soft chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” you questioned, suddenly very self conscious about your hormone-induced overreaction.

“I caused the panic I was trying to prevent.” Jensen explained. 

“Before she had JJ, Danneel and I were out to dinner with a couple who were also expecting their first baby. They mentioned an infant CPR course, and Dee lost it in the middle of the restaurant. She said the exact same things you just did.”

“But Dee’s a great mother.”

“And you will be too. I promise.”

Jensen’s hand found the side of your face, and you leaned into his touch.

“Thank you, Jensen.”

Jared cleared his throat behind you.

“I hate to ruin a moment, but there’s one more person on that list.”

When you turned, Jared winked, and you said his name before even picking up the scroll.

“Jared:” you skimmed down to the last line of the page, “Doctors’ Appointments.”

Your eyes widened in anticipation.

“Starting now, you are not going to a single doctor’s appointment by yourself.”

“But there are so many.” you objected, your independent nature getting the better of you.

“There are,” Jared conceded, “and I don’t want you going to any of them alone.”

You stood in silence, stunned at his generosity.

“Y/N/N, if it makes you uncomfortable, I don’t have to go in with you, but I am at least going to drive you and wait for you until the appointment is over.”

“I…” you tried to order words in a way that would accurately expressed your gratitude, but language failed to give meaning to the love and appreciation swelling in your heart. 

“I don’t know how to thank you.” You turned to the group, “All of you.”

“You can thank us by not putting up a fight when we offer to help you.” Jared’s tone was loving but firm.

“Deal.” you agreed.

You looked around the room at all of your friends and were overcome with emotion.

“I was right to think this baby won’t have a father.” you paused. “They’ll have six.”

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[writercole]

The First Customer

Squares: Free Space @anyfandomaubingo​ // Reporter AU @anyfandomfluffbingo​ // Nurse!Alex Calvert @spnaubingo​ // Bubblegum Bitch @lgbtqbingo​ // Boss' Son @spnfluffbingo​ // Briana Buckmaster @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Words: 1284 Warnings: Fluff, empty threats, meddling, betting A/N: Thanks to @fictional-affairs​ for the push to get this done. I know it's been a bit hectic lately but I'm getting back where I need to be and I can confirm that there is plenty more coming!

The opening shift was always one of your favorites. You got there at least thirty minutes early, connected your phone to the sound system, and danced and sang around the cafe while you started brewing the coffees you knew you were going to have to make.

There was Briana, who shuffled in before heading to the news studio. She claimed your coffee beat the studio by miles. Her smile was worth the early morning alone.

Jared was usually right behind her, getting his pick me up for his patrol route. He usually had the day shift five days a week, the six city blocks the cafe sat on was his zone.

But the first customer in every day was Alex. He was a nurse at the local hospital, working twelve hour days six days a week in the pediatric ward. He may have had dark circles under his blue eyes, but his smile was always contagious. 

Today, you were so lost in your music that you didn’t hear the bell over the door chime as Alex walked in. He stood watching you sing along to “Bubblegum Bitch” by Marina. 

“Soda pop, soda pop, baby here I come,” you sang as you spun, shrieking when you saw Alex standing on the other side of the counter, an amused smile dancing on his face.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” he teased, “I was enjoying the show.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” you told him as you switched to the generic playlist your boss wanted you to play in the store. 

“No, really. It’s okay. I’m off today so it’s no big deal.”

“Oh, this is your first day off in how long? Three months?” you asked as you made his coffee.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Any big plans for today?” you asked, keeping your head down. “Spending time with the girlfriend?”

“If by girlfriend you mean my apartment that’s somehow become a pigsty, yes,” he chuckled.

“Someone like you is single?” you questioned as you handed him his drink, your eyebrows high on your forehead.

“Someone like me?”

“You know, attractive, kind, makes the world better one child’s smile at a time,” you detailed with a soft smile, tilting your head to the side as you watched his face turn pinker and pinker. “You’re blushing.”

“Am not,” he denied, taking a sip to hide his face. 

"You are, too," Briana called as she walked up to the counter, her blonde hair perfectly styled and a red smirk on her lips. 

"See? Bri agrees with me," you teased as you brewed her latte, giggling at how red his face had gotten.

"You could just admit you two have a crush on each other and do something about it," Briana snarked cheerily.

"What?!" You squeaked at the same time Alex stammered sounds that tried to be a denial but came out more like a car that was having trouble starting.

“Honeys, I’m a journalist. And a damn good one,” she said, “of course I know about your little crushes. Now. Stop pining and just do something already.”

You were stunned as you handed over her drink. She dropped a hefty tip into the jar and shot you a wink before she made her way out of the shop, leaving you and Alex alone again.

“So, you really have a crush on me?” you asked, breaking the tense silence first.

“Uh, maybe. I mean, you really like me?” he rebutted, one hand in his pocket while the other held on to his coffee cup for dear life.

“Maybe. Do you want to take me out to dinner tonight?” you offered slyly, a wide smile on your face when he looked up.

“How’s six?” 

“Six is perfect,” you confirmed as the door opened yet again, your boss strolling in this time.

“Alex, are you harassing my worker?” Misha questioned as he stepped behind the counter.

“Actually she’s the one who asked me out,” Alex replied proudly, grinning from ear to ear.

“Good job, son. Now get out of here. I have a business to run,” Misha told him.

“Sure thing, Dad,” Alex agreed before turning to you again. “See you in twelve-ish hours.” He left you with a wink as he walked out of the door.

You spun around to face Misha who was standing with a smug grin on his face. “All this time and YOU COULDN’T TELL ME THAT ALEX WAS YOUR SON?!” you exclaimed, tossing a bar cloth at him. “You knew I had a crush on him and you couldn’t manage to mention that you were his father?!”

“Whoopsie,” Misha smirked. “It was fun to watch how oblivious the two of you were. Me and Jared even had a bet going on how long it would take for him to ask you out.”

“You bet on your son’s love life?” you sighed exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of your nose at the antics that this man pulled.

“I have to have fun somehow,” he shrugged. “Don’t you want to know who won?”

“Actually, I kind of do,” you conceded, scrunching your nose up.

“I did. Because I knew he’d never be the one to ask first.”

“I heard that, Dad!” Alex called across the cafe.

“Oops? Why are you back here anyway?”

“I, uh, I may have forgotten to get your number,” Alex muttered sheepishly to you, causing Misha to laugh loudly next to you.

“Handles medications for multiple children. Can’t remember to get the number of the person he’s taking out for dinner,” Misha pointed out as he headed to the office.

“Shut up!” you yelled at him before the door closed. You wrote your number down on a napkin and handed it over, watching him fold it carefully into his pocket. “So, that’s your dad, huh?”

“Yeah. Are you mad I didn’t tell you?” he asked.

“No, it explains a lot. But…why didn’t you tell me? I charged you full price for that coffee every morning and you could have gotten it for free.”

“It was worth it to see you every day,” he winked and started backing towards the door. “Six o’clock!”

You sighed happily as you watched him walking down the sidewalk.

“You really didn’t know he was my son?” Misha yelled from the office.

“Nope,” you replied, turning to wipe down the machines.

“So you really charged him full price for the coffees?”

“Yep.”

“Nice,” Misha chuckled. “I can’t believe he didn’t say anything. He must really like you.”

“You think?”

“You’re the first barista I’ve hired that he hasn’t told,” he admitted. 

The chime above the door broke the conversation and Jared came strolling in. You busied yourself with making his drink as he and Misha discussed the bet they made and the impending payout.

“So you’re really going out with Alex?” Jared queried when you handed his drink over.

“Yep,” you confirmed, the venom lacing your voice was not real anger, just something to make Jared think you were upset with him.

“You know we didn’t mean anything by this, right? It was just a fun little bet,” he explained. He fixed you with a puppy dog face that rivaled an actual sad puppy. 

“I swear if the two of you actually interfere, I will poison your coffee every day,” you mumbled through a vicious grin. 

“Duly noted,” Jared said through a chuckle. 

“Now, leave us alone and go do your job. Protect and serve, Officer,” you sassed.

“Yes ma’am. Have fun on your date!” he called as he headed out.

“I definitely will,” you sighed with a smile, waving at the policeman as he stepped outside. Today was not what you expected, in the best way possible.

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[soulofapatrick]

Starstruck - Pedro Pascal x reader/OC

Summary: Y//N plays Eleanor Winchester in Supernatural and is on the red carpet for season 13 where she spots her heartthrob: Pedro Pascal. 

SORT OF LINKS TO Terrible at Secrets

Words: 1.3K 

Warnings: anxiety (?)

Notes: request by @princessmermaid1289​ and photos of dress and hair at the bottom. 

Y/N’s POV:

Being part of such a big show like Supernatural is always breathtaking, especially getting to meet all the other big stars and my fans. I never expected to have such an impact or make a family with J2M. Jared and Jensen immediately took me under their wings when I joined in season seven as Sam and Dean’s little sister - Eleanor aka. Nell

Being anxious and an actor is always something interesting but I have such an amazing family backing me and getting rid of any awkward questions aimed my way during conventions. I love conventions and red carpets, being able to meet my own idols of which I have plenty. I find it so much fun talking to them and getting the fans opinions on everything. My fans are my biggest critics and they’re how I improve. 

Tonights a red carpet for our season 13 with Alexander Calvert. He’s very cute and bubbly and I love him like a little brother and the fans seem to love him even more. He’s going to be big, I just know it, especially when the fans scream at him wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me as the cameras flash.

“Heyyy Y/N,” Jensen appears at my other side, elbowing me and leans down enough he can whisper quiet enough the cameras and paparazzi don’t catch it, “Your man crush is over there, go say hi.” 

I follow his gaze to see the one and only Pedro Pascal. He guest starred in an episode but sadly I never got to see or meet him as it wasn’t with me. My character was off with Kelly and Castiel while Pedro was with Jensen and Jared and I will admit it broke my heart a little as I have always had a huge crush on the sweetheart. He looks drop dead in that crisp white suit and black bowtie. His hair is so fluffy and I just wanna run my hands through it from here. 

“Go!” Alex is agreeing and I’m being pushed in Pedro’s direction so lightly jog over, trying not to trip over my dress. It’s a beautiful thing, not my personal choice but I have to admit it looks beautiful and it makes me feel beautiful when I’m quite a rough and tough person having been around J2M for pretty much eight years. It’s black and flows, making me feel like a character from a fairytale, the sleeves off the shoulder and it sparkles in the flash of the cameras. I think it’s made from a mixture of satin and lace with how light it is despite how heavy and full it looks. It seems my stylist was going for a vintage look as my strawberry blonde hair is pinned back in light curls, it reminds me a longer version of Susan Pevensie’s hair from the last movie where Lucy becomes Susan. I feel beautiful. 

“Hi,” I place a trembling hand on Pedro’s shoulder, causing him to turn to see me. His face breaks into that contagious grin as he looks me up and down with no abash. It has me flushing a bright red, especially when he makes room for me, wrapping a large hand around my waist. 

“Hi there mama,” Pedro’s voice is like velvet and has me weak at the knees. He’s pulling me flush against the side and begin to pose for the paparazzi again, a huge grin on his face so I compose myself and do the same, putting my arm around his back. He’s a lot taller than I realise so it’s easy for me to rest my head on his shoulder and I think I’m going to go deaf at the sound that erupts from the fans as Pedro glances down at me with a look that makes me balling his jacket in the hand that’s around his back. He lips are suddenly near my ear as he whispers “Easy darlin,” while his thumb rubs soothingly at my hip. 

We have move on so Jared and Gen can take our stops and I prepare to go back to Alex as Misha has Vicki and Jensen has Danneel but Pedro grasps my hand in his calloused one. I stumble slightly but he steadies me and my mind races because this is going to be big news and everyone is going to realise I have the biggest crush on Pedro Pascal… who is leading me to the next photo spot. 

The cameras continue to blind me and I have to grip Pedro’s hand tighter as I can feel my anxiety bubbling. I usually try to do the red carpets quickly and usually Jensen; Jared and Misha there to ground me. This beautiful man beside seems to understand what’s happening and is sending one last wave at the cameras before he’s leading me towards the Entertainment Weekly interviewer. 

“Hello there mommy and daddy,” She greets us and feel myself flush again as this never happens to me. I can’t remember her name as I was meant to only talk to a tiktoker turning interviewer as I’m not as big as my on screen brothers. 

“Hey there,” Pedro sends her an amusing smile, keeping a tight grip on my waist. 

“Well this is a nice surprise, I’m a little star stuck right now,” The interviewer turns her attention to me, “I have to admit I’m a huge fan of you and your character, Eleanor Winchester for those who don’t know.” She glances back at the camera and I’m subconsciously grabbing Pedro’s free hand, hoping the camera doesn’t pick up on. 

“Oh! Well, thank you.” I’m laughing nervously, “I’m also star stuck!”

“You’re the star here,” Pedro nudges me and I can just hear all the fan edits about to be spamming my social media feeds in the morning but I don’t care because I’m currently pressed against the Pedro Pascal and he’s acting like I’m the big star, not him. Somehow I feel like royalty, even when the interviewer gets on with her planned interview with Pedro and I’ve never felt like this. I just alternate between watching the way Pedro throws his head back in a hearty laugh every time the interview flirts with me and the way the cameras are flashing blindingly. I should be panicked and breathless right now but that hand on my hip is flexing every so often and somehow it keeps me grounded and this is probably the first red carpet I’ve been able to breathe.

“Well, here’s the question I think most will be asking in the morning, is there something here?” The interviewer is asking, her question making my head snapping round so fast I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash, watching Pedro to see what he says as I try to slow my breathing. 

“I wouldn’t mind having a date with miss Y/N here but we’ll have to see.” He’s sending her wink then pulling me even closer to him and I just look at the camera and fake swoon, laughing lightly in shock. 

“I think I’m hallucinating,” I tell her and it causing everyone in earshot to break into laughter as Pedro presses a kiss to my cheek, the light drag of his beard taking the air from my lungs, “Definitely hallucinating.” 

“She says yes,” Jared’s towering frame appears behind us both, patting Pedro on the shoulders, “Of course she wants to go on a date with Pedro.” 

“A date it is it seems.” Pedro’s grin seems to get wider and I’m not really sure what’s happening right now. I might have a date with the Pedro Pascal and my two older brother figures may have set me up it seems, especially from the way Jared and Jensen high five as they walk away and the way Gen sends me a wink. 

Oh my fucking god. I’m going on a date with Pedro Pascal. 

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Requested by @little-lovesick-mess​

Pairing: Alexander Calvert x fem!reader

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You and Alex are spending your first Halloween together as a couple and you couldn’t be more excited. You had both been invited to a costume party and you begged and pleaded with Alex for hours to go in a couples costume.

“Please baby! It’s our first Halloween and I want to make it special!” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and fluttered your eyelashes at him whilst pouting your bottom lip. He tried his best to resist your attempts to persuade him but he eventually gave in. “Alright, but nothing too cheesy. I don’t want to be seen as someone who’s cheesy.” “Thank you, thank you!” You clapped and kissed his cheek before running off to order some costumes.

The costumes came a day before the party and you couldn’t have been more pleased. You had decided to go for superhero ones, nothing too cheesy but nothing that stood out either. You put them aside for the party, you couldn’t wait to see Alex in his.

You lay out the costumes at the bottom of the bed and shouted Alex up to get dressed before heading into the bathroom to do your hair. He walked into the room and headed towards his costume before an idea struck him and he threw his costume under the bed and tried on yours.

You walked out of the bathroom, your newly curled hair bouncing on your shoulders, and stood in shock in the doorway to your bedroom at the sight of Alex lying seductively on the bed, fully clad in your costume.

“Er, you’re wearing my costume Alex.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “I know. I thought you’d look better naked.” You giggled at his comment and slowly walked towards the bed, your hand trailing up his thigh. You leaned in to Alex and whispered in his ear.

“As a matter of fact, I think you look better in that costume. I can’t wait to devour what’s underneath it.” Alex’s eyes widened then quickly blackened with lust as he pulled you on top of him and ripped your clothes off, licking his lips at the sight of you. “I told you you look better naked.”

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#5

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A/N: Jared is single.

Jensen and the kids were heading to your house for a mini getaway while Dee was off filming her latest gig.

While Jensen may have been a superhero to his children and you alike, the idea of three children to one deterred him from making the trip alone.

Which meant you had to make up the extra spare room for an unexpected guest.

A large, athletic, almost too perfect looking giant of a man-guest.

Jared.

No one knew you and Jared had been sneaking around since your appearance in Season 14; no one knew. And you wanted to keep it that way.

Being in the spotlight wasn’t something you were accustomed to; your guest appearance of a rogue Angel went over a little too well, and between the hype that followed Alex Calvert and Misha’s uncanny resemblance, adding you to the mix threw the fandom into a frenzy.

Jared would sneak his fingers into yours under the table during a reading. He would toe your thighs with his massive foot. He would squeeze your fleshy sides in a side hug just long enough to breathe you in, but short enough no one was the wiser.

These touches, these brief encounters thrilled you. The secretiveness of the relationship, if that’s what you were calling it, thrilled you.

What if that’s all it was?

A thrill, a fling, a tryst. What if you lost that feeling of warmth and unbearable heat that would flood your senses?

Were you willing to lose that? Were you willing to let the world know that you were his and he was yours and without the shroud of secrecy?

You didn’t have time to think as you moved some items of yours from the spare, spare room into your basement studio. Your sound machine, a few candles, a favorite pillow and blanket, were carted to your new space, while fresh linens were placed in Jared’s room.

Jensen and the kids would have the master, the king sized bed was roomy enough for all. You spent more time in your studio writing and painting than you did in your master bedroom anyway.

Plus, being this detached, from the first floor, would allow just enough distance from Jared.

This would be fine.

This was not fine.

After hugs and kisses from the mini monsters you loved so much, a few beers and dinner thrown back with the men you adored, you were all making your way to your respective spaces, the dusk settling in your bones, the drive settling in Jensen’s. A second too long of an embrace from Jared, you felt your feet lead you away faster than your heart was beating.

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25 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#4

After your shower, you acted like everything was copacetic, joking with the guys, drinking some beers, while chowing down on Dean’s infamous burgers. Extra bacon, a fried egg, and some hot sauce, Dean knew the way to your heart. ‘If only that asshole did’, you thought to yourself.

Truth was, the Winchesters could read you like a tome. The small scrunching of your nose like you just smelled sulfur, the furrowing of your brow when something was amiss, the absentminded way you would chew on your bottom lip. In between the banter, there were tells. Poker was never your card game of choice.

Dean and Sam continued to joke along with you, telling you stories from their most recent hunts, throwing back ale and swallowing bites of burger, with laughter, but they had their tells too. The way Dean would cover his mouth with his fingers, almost wiping away the murderous thoughts, his index finger rubbing his upper lip raw. Sam too had his tells. He’d fidget with the label on his beer bottle, seemingly caressing the neck, but catching himself as he began to choke the neck of said bottle.

“Some’n should really teach’m a lesson,” you slurred, looking at Dean, snapping your fingers at him.

“Really dink Rowena could spell a spare?”

Sam guffawed at your inebriation and Dean chuckled, “okay Sweetheart, you’re cut off.”

“Mm not drunk,” you smacked his hand away from taking your bottle, “just pissed.” You pouted.

“Same, Princess,” Dean grumbled and Sam quirked an eyebrow, the brothers secretly mind melding on a similar thought. You missed it of course, as Sam pocket dialed, but you did catch Dean’s cell chirp.

Grabbing the phone, Dean made quick conversation, emphatically nodding, “Yeah, uh, Jody, shoot me the coordinates I could be there by morning.”

“Lemme grab my bag,” you shot up from your chair, your legs buckling.

“Yeah, that’s a hard no, Y/N,” Dean quirked, “Sammy will get you to bed,” with a nod to his brother, Sam agreed.

“Come on, lightweight,” Sam lifted you bridal style.

“Text you when I get there,” Dean collected the empty bottles and headed towards the kitchen before making his way to the garage. “Should be a cake walk.”

“Sham,” you patted his chest, “now’s your chance,” you attempted to raise your eyebrows in a failed attempt at flirtation; you did always have a thing for the tallest Winchester.

“I, uh, umm I’m flattered, Y/N,” he stuttered and was about to tell you that he rather not take advantage while you were under the influence, small snores began to reverberate off his chest.

Sam’s cheeks reddened at his embarrassment, “that was close.”

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39 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#3

You had locked yourself inside your old room at the bunker, for what seemed like forever, but was really only going on for less than a week. The brothers didn’t know what to do, the Angel didn’t know how to ask, and you didn’t offer an explanation.

You had driven two days, 18 hours, and 45 minutes, state lines blurring as the sky opened up. You stopped twice to use a bathroom and gas up, mainlining caffeine and salt and vinegar chips. You pulled up to the bunker, left your car idling, pounded on the door, and waited.

Dean was the first to greet you, a gun pointed at your chest, his anticipatory greeting for unexpected guests, while Sam rounded his six, back up gun at the ready. One look at your face, the streaks of day old mascara leaving tiny rivulets on your pale face, bags heavy under your eye, the slight quiver in your lips, their guns lowered, their arms relaxed.

The door swung open wider to let you in, the slam of the metal locking into place, made you jump. Dean’s hand found itself resting atop your shoulder, while Sam held you at arm’s length.

“Y/N,” Sam’s voice full of urgency and concern, “what happened?”

Tears slowly fell from your eyes, the ache in your chest, tightening at the loss of words choking their way to your lips. With a shake of your head, you whispered, “Not now, Sammy.”

“Who do we have to kill?” Dean growled.

A slight chuckle broke through your sobs, your bones finally at rest, as you dropped your duffel with finality, “Thanks for the offer, Dean,” your lip turned up slightly in amusement, “but I’m too tired to take you up on it at the moment.”

“But we do get to give someone a whole lotta hurt?” He countered.

“Damn straight you do,” you patted him on the chest, “but first sleep.”

“Then you can go punch and kick until he’s blue in the face or dead,” you mumbled down the long hallway to the room you abandoned a few years back to live a normal life.

“We’ll be here when you’re rested up, Y/N,” Sam pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thanks, Sam,” you pecked him on the cheek, about to close the door over, but Dean stuck his foot out, jamming it ajar, “we’re just down that’a’way,” he jutted his thumb, “if you need us.”

“I’ll find ya in the morning,” you promised.

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57 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#2

“Cas, can’t you just, you know,” Dean flaps his arms, “pop in there and check on Y/N?”

Cas gives the brothers a look that could either be described as annoyance or skepticism, but with a tilt of his head, he looks towards the bunker’s room where you’ve not emerged and closes his eyes. A minute, no less, goes by, his blue eyes pop open, a frown graces his features.

“She’s ‘fine’,” Cas mimes air quotes.

“Yeah, Cas, we kinda knew that already,” Dean grumbles, instead turns to his brother, maybe he’ll have a better idea.

“No, don’t look at me, Dean,” Sam puts his hands up in surrender, “last time I tried, she threw her boot at my head.”

“This ends now,” Dean pushes off the bunker wall, storming towards Y/N’s room. He suggests they rock, paper, scissor, it, but instead they both enter your room.

It’s pitch black, sans for the dim hallway light, but they can see you; you’re a lump, curled into yourself on the bed. Dean nearly trips over something, bends to retrieve it, and holds up your letter biker boot.

“That’s the one,” Sam absentmindedly rubs his head.

“Guys, I’m fi-,” you begin to mumble from under the covers, but Dean cuts you off, and on go the lights.

“Damnit, YN, if you say fine one more time,” Dean sits himself on the edge of your bed, while Sam stands awkwardly at the end; probably afraid of what else you have in your arsenal of items to chuck at their heads.

“YN,” Sam urges, “come on, you can talk to us.”

“That’s rich,” you snark, but hiccup as a sob threatens to escape. Dean pulls back your covers, revealing your bloodshot and swollen eyes.

“He cheated on me,” you shuffle yourself into a sitting position, giving Sam the side eye, “again,” you find yourself patting the mattress for him to sit. “I thought maybe he was really going to change,” you huff, “I thought we were past all this.”

“I gave him a second chance,” you looked Dean in the eyes, searching for the anger you were feeling, finding it in the sparks of amber in his emerald orbs. “I gave him everything.”

“That son’of’a’bitch,” Dean runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll kill ‘im!”

“Killin’ him isn’t going to change the fact that I love…loved him,” you set your jaw, correcting yourself.

“I’m so sorry, YN,” Sam grabs your hand, his own enveloping yours and rubs his thumb across your knuckles, “you don’t deserve this.”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Dean adds.

“What does he deserve then,” you counter. You’d love for them to beat him until he was hurting in the outside like you were aching on the inside.

“I thought after everything we’ve faced,” you shook your head in denial, “vamps, rugaroo, shifters, hellhounds, shit, even Michael,” your breath hitches as the name strikes a nerve in Dean, “I never thought the real monster was the one I was sleeping with.”

“Maybe Rowena has something,” Dean suggests, to which you and Sam look on with shock.

“What?” Dean shrugs, “if we can’t kill the asshole, maybe we could have a little fun instead!”

“I broke his nose,” you laughed, “and I may or may not have keyed his car.”

“How’s that for fun,” you thought to yourself.

“Ouch, YN,” Dean puts a hand to his heart, “you don’t mess with a man’s car.”

“Dean!” You shout.

Sam shoves his brother, “Dude, seriously?”

“You don’t mess with this bitch’s heart,” you throw the covers off your legs and push past the brothers.

“Enough of this rom com bullshit,” you grab a few things from your duffel, “I’m going to take a shower,” you point at Dean, “you make me one of your infamous burgers,” making your way towards the hall to the shared bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Sammy let’s get hammered!”

Dean slaps his brother on the back, “you heard the woman!”

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69 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dean drove one day, twenty odd minutes, which was less than it took you to get to the bunker, by the way, breaking more than enough traffic violations to make it to your ex’s house and back to the bunker before you woke from what he could only imagine was a well needed, but awful hangover.

He picked the back door’s lock with finesse and made his way, in the dark, to the sounds of an infomercial on the sixty inch television set. The amount of money this douchebag put into his record collection and gaming systems, you’d think he’s spring for a top of the line security system.

“That’s what YN was for,” Dean grumbled, knowing very well if anyone or anything dared to break into your house, you’d kick its ass to Sunday.

Dean found him with his nose in his cell phone, scrolling through what looked like a dating app, “wasting no time you son of a bitch?” Dean startled him. Your ex’s phone landed with a crack, a high pitched “what the fuck, man!“ escaped his lips, and his eyes found Dean’s.

“Oh, come on,” he scoffed, “Of course it’d be one of you here instead of her to fight her battles.” His breath reeked of Pabst and his tall figure stumbled a second before righting himself. He raised his hands up defensively, his karate teacher would have been so proud to see his form…until Dean’s fist collided with his nose, knocking your ex onto his poor ass.

“She gave you everything,” Dean straddled him landing one punch to his face after another, “she gave,” punch, “up the life,” thwack, “for you!”

Your ex was sniveling, hands blocking his face from the assault, begging Dean, “stop, please, no more man, no more.”

“You broke her heart,” Dean’s knuckles were raw, bleeding, and his fists ached, but he had a smirk on his face, “I heard she broke your nose,” Dean landed one more for prosperity, the deafening crack of another broken nose, was satisfying all the same.

“Just wanted to make sure it stayed that way,”Dean left him wallowing in his own tears, snot, blood, and, “is this piss?” Dean hollered. “Son of a bitch peed on me.”

Dean exited through the front door, wiped his boots on the welcome mat, and whistled, “worth it.”

Turning the engine over, Dean shot Sam a quick text that he was headed back to the bunker and that the hunt he was on ended a-lot earlier than he thought. Sam’s phone chirped, and he chuckled, as he typed out a reply.

“Hope you broke his face.”

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80 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

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On Top | Jack Kline

Jack awoke with a weight on top of him, he frowned. It was familiar, comforting, nice. But she wasn’t supposed to be here.

He dared not open his eyes in fear that it would be his imagination, he wanted (Y/N) to continue using him as a human mattress.

Although he was quite tempted to, when he heard a pair of large feet plodding outside. Sam and Dean, their voices were audible through the wood, although that may have been due to his power.

“Do you think he’s awake?” Sam asked his brother, as though he felt slightly guilty for opting to waken the boy at the current time.

Jack didn’t know what it was, his eyes remained closed. “If not, he will be.” Dean’s gruff tone spoke, opening the door with a creak, a gasp emitting from the older man’s mouth.

“What the hell?” The youngest asked, shocked by seeing Jack with a girl. He had never brought anyone into the bunker, he hadn’t really many friends, not since whom his father was.

“It’s (Y/N).” Dean stated for him, which caused the other man to repeat his brother’s gasp. “They’re adorable.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the overprotective brother?” Sam asked in a whisper, not knowing that Jack was listening and absorbing their every word.

He felt relieved that Dean hadn’t suggested throwing him in the gutter, or cutting off any of his anatomy. He supposed it was because they were both fully clothed, if they weren’t, he was certain that the story would be much different.

“Hush Sammy, just look at our little sister and the nephilim. They’re so cute.” Sam held in a laugh at his sibling’s behaviour.

“You still want to wake him up?” Dean shook his head, grabbing the blanket from the bottom of the bed and tucking it over the soundless pair.

“No, I don’t think I will.” He cooed, as (Y/N) unconsciously nudged the bottom of Jack’s jaw with her nose.

Sam turned off the light, but not before Dean had taken a few pictures on his phone. He had to drag the man out of the room. “We’ll just call Cas instead.” He offered the idea up.

It wasn’t that Jack didn’t want to help, but he was just so comfortable, and relieved that Dean had differed an opinion and not insisted in throwing him in hell.

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Femme Fatale - Ch 2 / 2

Pairing: Alex x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: Sub!Alex, Domme!Reader, pegging, blow job on a dildo, praise kink, bondage, cock bondage, spreader bar, dirty talk about exhibitionism, degradation Word Count: 3.2k Created for: @spnkinkbingo - Praise Kink | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Blindfolds

A/N: Thank you so much for being my first ever commission Sin! I've had a lot of fun tackling this challenge because I've never written a Domme!reader before but I really appreciate you trusting me with your idea, and I hope I do it justice ❤️

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Alex has been waiting so patiently. Since he and Y/N had gone to Femme Fatale a few weeks ago, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about everything he saw there. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what he saw Jared doing – or more accurately, what he saw being done to Jared.

Seeing Jared submit so publicly to all those people had been mesmerising; Jensen watching on proudly from the sidelines, offering Jared encouragement and praise when Jared finally couldn’t take it any longer and asked permission to cum. Jared had spurted into Jensen’s hand, held just below him while some tiny thing continued to pound into him from behind, her own domme egging her on the whole time, and then Jared had dutifully licked Jensen’s hand clean for him when he was finished. Alex had thought he was going to cream his shorts just from watching but he’d managed to restrain himself until they got home and Y/N had ridden him until they were both shuddering and sated.

He’s been dreaming about it, waking up hard every morning since that night. And not just semi-chubbed up – achingly, maddeningly, rock-solid and leaking. It’s gotten him into trouble, because he hasn’t been able to resist touching himself when he’s that hard up, and he’s not allowed to do that. Y/N had actually brought home a cock cage the night before for him to sleep in, so he didn’t wind up breaking his rules and ruining her plans for him. She can’t very well give him what he’s been dreaming about for weeks if he’s misbehaving.

Y/N had brought home a few other things last night along with the cock cage – she’d clearly enjoyed her shopping trip a little too much. The object of his fantasies is now sitting in front of him in the centre of their bed, black and threatening against the crisp, pale linens of the rest of the bedroom. The strap-on was a good size. Alex had been nervous that Y/N would be too cautious, too gentle with him, and get something shamefully small, but she hadn’t. Caution has never been her style anyways. He’s already getting ahead of himself imagining what it will be like to take something even bigger.

Alex is wearing the other new addition to their collection, a silicone plug that has been holding him open for the past hour or so while he kneels, waiting, at the foot of the bed. He had settled easily into the familiar position, his ankles and knees spread wide and in line while he sat back lightly on the spreader bar holding his legs apart. Being held open like this, he has to concentrate on staying tight so the plug doesn’t slip out. He knows if it does, he’ll be punished.

Y/N is in the shower, part of her ritual when they plan longer play sessions like this. She leaves Alex to sit and settle into his headspace while she uses the steam and the quiet to find her own. At the sound of the hairdryer, Alex feels his cock try to harden inside its restraint. That sound means Y/N is almost ready for him, and it’s a conditioned response by now, the excited heat he feels creeping under his skin. The sound of the door opening and closing comes a moment later, and Alex’s cock gives another smothered leap. She’s in the room with him now.

The scrape of blunt nails across the short hairs at the nape of his neck makes Alex shake, and the cuffs on his wrists and ankles rattle. He tries to crane his head back to see her but she pulls away, and he knows that means he’s not supposed to look yet.

“Have you been good for me, baby boy?” Y/N’s voice rings sweetly above him, sinking into his veins like a shot of something cool and calm. She’s using Jensen’s nickname for Jared again, the name he’s come to associate with this act. With dildos and harnesses and boys on their knees showing off how good they can be when they’re told what to do – when they’re owned like he and Jared are.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alex answers steadfastly. He has been good, he knows he has. He has been perfect for her.

“Yes, I can see you have been,” and he can hear the smile in Y/N’s voice, even though she still won’t move to where he can see her. He gasps suddenly but manages to choke it off before he gets too loud. Y/N had bent down to tap against his plug, nudging it maddeningly close to his prostate. “Good boy,” Y/N drops a small kiss to his shoulder in recognition of his efforts to keep quiet.

Alex savours the compliment, smiling proudly until a wisp of black trails up his back and over his eyes – his blindfold. He instantly deflates as Y/N secures the tie at the back of his head. He wants to see her. Well really, he wants to see her with a cock jutting out from her hips. He desperately hopes this doesn’t mean he won’t get to do that. A sharp tug on his cock sends Alex’s back rigid again as he tries to hold in the cry of shock at the sudden pain, however short lived.

“If you’re going to mope, we can stop right now,” Y/N speaks gently against his ear. She’s not mean about it, not cruel or teasing, she’s simply informing him.

“No, sorry, I’m sorry,” Alex sits as straight as he can manage, shoulders back, thighs and spine tensed.

“It’s okay, baby boy,” Y/N slips the back of her hand across his cheek and down his chest before pulling away. The creak of the bed springs tell Alex that she’s climbed on, hopefully, he prays as fervently as he can, to retrieve the strap-on she’d left him to contemplate this whole time. There’s moving and rustling and breathing but it’s all muddling together in his ears. He can’t make out where anything is, what anything is. He can only wait.

Something firm brushes against his lips. Y/N is in front of him now, and, he hopes, wearing the harness. The dildo is what’s pressing at his lips, and it is pressing now, not just brushing against them. Y/N wants him to let her in. He does, with relish.

“Good boy,” Y/N intones above him, her hands reaching for his head and combing through his hair. She doesn’t try directing him at first, just lets him explore the toy on his own. The silicone feels odd against his lips, it dries too quickly every time he pulls back so his mouth catches against its veins on each push back in. He isn’t sure how much of it he’s managing to fit into his mouth but he finds his limit fairly quickly, accidentally gagging himself and having to pull off.

“Sorry,” he pants, wishing he could wipe the spit that’s dripping down his chin, but his arms are still tied to the bar behind him. He must look so pathetic right now. His cock gives another twinge in its cage.

“It’s okay baby boy, try again, you can do it.” Y/N reassures him gently and pulls his mouth back to the toy. This time, when he reaches his limit and starts to pull away, Y/N stops him. She grips his hair tightly and holds the back of his head still on her cock. Alex gags again but stays still, and after a moment the intrusion doesn’t feel as bothersome. “Good boy,” Y/N murmurs above him, and Alex’s chest swells with warmth. “Just take a little more for me, baby boy. There we go,” Y/N eases him down just a fraction, and Alex starts to suck to distract his throat from wanting to push the toy out the other way.

“Fuck, you look so good like this baby,” Y/N sighs above him, petting his hair in appreciation. “Can just imagine how jealous all those guys at the club would be, seeing you suck me down so good. They’d all want a turn. It’s a shame to have you waste such a pretty mouth on a cock that can’t even feel it.” Alex moans around the toy and Y/N lets him pull back to suckle at the head. “You tryin’ to make me cum, baby boy?” Y/N laughs as Alex nods. “Such a fucking cumslut, aren’t you? Perfect fucking toy for that club.”

Alex’s mouth is suddenly empty and the air around him grows still and cold. He wants to call out, ask where she’s gone, but he doesn’t dare. Y/N keeps him waiting, testing him to see if he can behave, if he can keep quiet.

He passes.

The restraints holding his wrists to the bar click as Y/N undoes the buckles. She carefully rubs each wrist and moves the arm gently back and forth so she doesn’t shock his joints, before placing each hand palm down on the bed in front of him.

“Stand up, and keep bent over.” Alex pushes up from his knees onto his toes gracefully, in a move reminiscent of a yoga transition, and sinks his head and shoulders to the mattress, back arching and feet still widespread, leaving his ass open and on display. Arousal courses through him from the depth of the submission in this position. “So pretty,” Y/N coos. “I’ll have to bring a camera next time.” Next time. Alex’s blood sings at the promise, and he hasn’t even been fucked yet.

A fingernail trails lightly over the head of his cock through its cage, and he groans, unable to hold it in. That earns him a smack right over the plug sticking out of his exposed hole. He can’t stop the moan that follows that either, and Y/N repeats the motion harder, and harder again.

“C’mon baby, if you’re gonna moan like a little bitch then at least try to sound sexy while you do it,” she sneers behind him. Alex feels his body flame red under the insult. “You just sound like a slut. There’s plenty of those to go around, nothing making you special.” Alex cries out at the next hit and feels a spurt of precome force its way out of his cock. “That’s more like it,” Y/N praises, and he sighs in relief that he got it right.

The next sound Alex hears is the snick of a plastic cap – lube – he clenches just thinking about it. Then the plug in him is being twisted, swirled and thrust in and out of him teasingly. He moans again, now that he has permission, and Y/N pumps the plug in even harder as a reward. His ass doesn’t want to let it go when she pulls it away, oh so slowly, but it’s almost immediately replaced with her finger. It’s much thinner than the plug, and Alex feels his hole fluttering around it wantonly, silently begging for more, which she readily gives.

A second finger follows quickly and easily. The third is tougher, this time it’s a stretch, but the tight pain sends another shot of warmth through his cock and leaks out of the tip onto the bed. Y/N notices.

“You like that, baby boy?” she asks, sugar sweet. Alex nods and whines, and her fingers leave him instantly.

“Yes, Mistress!” he corrects, arching his back to try to find her fingers. She obliges him and pushes them in again.

“You think you’re ready?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers properly, fucking himself back into her hand.

“Okay,” she withdraws her fingers and gives his butt a soothing pat. “On the bed, on your back for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Alex turns to sit on the bed and hoists himself back until he can feel their pillows and headboard behind him. He lays down, bending his knees and pulling them back to his chest. The bed dips below him as Y/N climbs on too, crawling between Alex’s legs. Another click, more lube drips down his ass, the cool liquid pooling on the covers as it runs off his ass. He feels the dildo press against his hole and he holds his breath.

The first nudge inside of him is strange. It’s thicker and rounder than anything he’s had back there before. The second little push is uncomfortable, and Alex scrunches his eyes shut, even though, with the blindfold on, it doesn’t make much difference. Y/N’s hands smooth up the backs of his thighs, rubbing gently, soothing the tension that had rocketed through them a moment before. After a few seconds of sympathetic touching Alex manages to relax, and he feels the dildo slip a little further inside of him.

Y/N keeps up soft cooing noises under her breath, making sure Alex knows how good he’s being, what a perfect baby boy he’s being for her. The praise makes him glow, and helps him forget the pain that’s still pulsing dully between his legs.

“I think you deserve a little reward, for being so good,” Y/N whispers when she’s finally pushed the toy all the way in, her hips flush with his.

“Can I see you?” Alex asks desperately. “Wanna look at you Mistress, please.”

“That’s what you want?” Y/N laughs, a little creully. “I was going to take this off,” her fingers skim over his balls and the cock cage keeping him soft and Alex jumps under the touch, “but if you want the blindfold off instead…” Y/N trails off, leaving the choice up to him. Alex falters, caught out by his own eagerness. If Y/N doesn’t take the cage off him now, she might not take it off at all. But on the other hand, the thought of not being able to see her the rest of the night… not being able to watch her fucking him, to see the cock pushing in and out of his body, the same sight he’d been so transfixed by when he was watching it happen to Jared… he needs to see it.

“The blindfold,” Alex whimpers as Y/N continues to tease his cock through the metal rings clamped around it. “Take off the blindfold, please, Mistress.”

“As you wish.”

Alex blinks up at Y/N’s smiling face as his eyes adjust to the light in the room. She looks fucking sexy. She’s in the same lingerine that she’d worn to Femme Fatale that night, the set he’d picked out for her to wear, and the addition of the leather harness at her hips is unfairly attractive. Alex glances down to their hips, takes in the sight of his cock lying limp against his stomach in its little metal prison, and skims further down to catch a glimpse of shiny black poking out from between their bodies. He swallows hard. This was absolutely the right decision.

“Like what you see baby boy?” Y/N taunts, swivelling her hips just a little to pull a groan from him as the dildo rubs against his prostate.

“Fuck yes,” Alex whines, the sound catching high in his throat and pouring out of him raggedly.

“Gonna let me fuck you now?” she asks sweetly, swinging her hips again.

“Fucking please, Mistre– fuck!” Alex shouts as Y/N pulls out and pistons her hips back in harshly. The pain is still there but the sharp strike of the toy inside him sends something like lightning up his spine that drowns out any other feeling his body is trying to conjure.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Y/N pants, beginning to sound out of breath as she fucks his ass relentlessly. “Love that about you, baby. Let me hear you.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” That’s the only word Alex can remember right now. He’s been waiting for this, dreaming about this, for so long and now it’s finally happening he can’t hold himself back. His cock aches and his head goes fuzzy as all the blood in his body tries to drain to his groin to get him hard but the cage keeps him soft and passive. It doesn’t stop him from leaking precum all over his stomach though. It’s dripping down his side, pooling in his belly button, leaving him slick and sticky and fucking humiliated the more he looks at it. Y/N catches where he’s looking and smirks, running her fingers through the offending liquid and bringing it to his lips.

“Look at this fucking mess, such a needy little slut aren’t you?” Alex whimpers and nods, head jerking back as Y/N pushes his hips up so she can get even deeper. “Like my cock in your ass baby boy?” Alex nods again, lost for words and breath. “Can’t wait to see how much more this slutty little hole can take. Maybe it can take two? What do you think about that, me and someone else fucking you open so you’re all loose and used up?”

Y/N’s monologue has Alex gasping for air. He’s always found her voice sexy, and when she paints these pictures for him, how can he not fall straight in and give himself up to the pleasure she’s promising?

“Wanna get you a cock that’s so big I can see it inside you.” Y/N runs her hand over his stomach, through the sticky mess he’s leaking over his happy trail. “Wanna see it right here, punching up inside you, filling you up so good.” Alex groans, pushing up into her hand and pushing his hips back onto her cock. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself for me, good boy.”

Alex is starting to get dizzy. The physical exertion and the immense pleasure and the tinge of pain and lack of hard on to channel everything into has him thrown off, and achingly desperate – obviously just how Y/N wants him. Then, without warning, the pressure on his cock disappears and it fills so rapidly it’s painful and without the chance to even think about asking for permission he’s cumming in long pulses, shooting up his chest and onto his lips and his chin. He thinks he screamed but he can’t be sure and then everything goes orange and red and splotchy, and then white.

Alex blinks awake in the semi-dark, the blue glow of Y/N’s laptop illuminating her baggy t-shirt and messy hair as she sits up in bed reading. It takes him a moment to orient himself, to remember how to move his fingers and toes but he finally manages to drag himself closer to Y/N.

“Hey there, sleepy head,” she grins down at him, and reaches out to stroke his hair off his forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Completely dead,” Alex breathes. “In a good way,” he adds when he catches the tinge of worry flit across Y/N’s face. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, baby boy,” Y/N leans down and brushes his lips in a soft kiss. “So, you want to do that again?”

“Absolutely,” Alex sighs, snuggling into Y/N’s side and wrapping his arms around her like a teddy bear.

“Good,” Y/N pushes away her laptop and settles into the cuddle, curling up in Alex’s arms like a happy little spoon. “Because I’ve got some ideas.”

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[mythos-writes]

Love on the Supernatural set

Misha Collins x (daughter) reader, Alex Calvert x reader

Plot: Being the oldest daughter of Misha Collins, and being part of the cast of Supernatural, was something that you wouldn’t change for anything. Jared and Jensen turned into a family but the relationship between Alex and you was something different. Hiding your relationship with Alex from Misha, and the rest of the cast was hard but had worked for about a year. What happens when the two of you slip.  

Word count: 861

Today was just another day for the Supernatural cast. Jokes, Pranks, and Act (specifically in that order), was usually on the schedule for Jensen, Jared and Misha. But for (Y/N) Collins and Alex Calvert, it was usually at the end of those. As they were the youngest, and have been with the show for the shortest amount of time, they were usually the ones that the pranks and jokes were aimed at. 

But what they didn’t know was that with all of their pranking and jokes on them, they started to form a bond, which led to them secretly dating. Alex had asked (Y/N) out to coffee on one of their days off, but Misha was still needed on set for retakes and their relationship had grown from there. They have been together for 6 months and no one on set had become aware of the young relationship. 

When they were on set, they sneaked little kisses and hugs between shots, and even on break. But the three ‘adults’ never caught onto their relationship. 

But that might just change. 

Today was the day where filming was going a bit rough for (Y/N). Today she couldn’t remember her lines, she had spilled coffee on herself and ran into almost everything from Misha’s car to the makeup trailer and even to the shooting set. Of course, the boys poked a little fun at her, but only tried to lighten her mood, which wasn’t working. 

So when the director yells cut, (Y/N) made a b-line to her trailer. She just needed to get away from everyone and collect her thoughts. She flops onto the small bed that was in there and just laid there. Then a knock on the door jolted her up from her position.   

“(Y/N), it's me. Can I come in?” Alex questions through the door. 

She stands up and walks over to the door. She slowly opens it, revealing Alex standing there. She moves to let him in and once he is in, she closes the door.  He turns to her and brings her into a hug. (Y/N) just wraps her arms around his torso and leans her head against his chest. 

“Are you ok?” he quietly, almost as if he spoke any louder that he would break something. 

(Y/N) shakes her head and looks into his blue eyes. 

“I think so,” was all that came out before falling back to his embrace. 

They stayed there for a few minutes before the call to come back was heard through the trailer door. 

“I guess it is back to work,” Alx says, trying to make a joke. 

She smiles at him, before releasing him and holding his hand to walk out of the trailer. As they walked out and started heading back to the sound stage, they started to act silly. Which led to (Y/N) placing a kiss on his cheek. This caused the couple to stop and Alex brought her into a kiss on her lips. But was quickly interrupted when someone cleared their throats. They turned to see Misha standing there, with his arms crossed and looking disappointed. 

“Dad, I-” she was trying to say but was quickly shut down.

“We will talk about this after shooting,” was all he said before walking back to the sound stage.   

 (Y/N) sighs before looking at her boyfriend. He had a sad look on his face. She smiles before kissing his cheek. 

“Come on, let's get back to the rest of them,”  she says before squeezing his hand before walking in the same direction as her father had just walked. 

Once filming had ended for the day, and they got changed back into their street clothes, she met her dad at the car. She was met with silence, and just sat in the car, looking at the wall. 

“So when were you going to tell me?” were the first words that broke the silent car. 

 “I wanted to sooner, but it just never happened,” Misha looks at her, and can see the nervous energy that surrounded his daughter. His features softened before turning more towards her. 

“Come here,”  he says while opening his arms for a hug. She falls into his chest, just like when she was younger. 

They sit there for a few minutes before Misha pulls (Y/N) away just enough to look her in her (Y/E/C) eyes. 

“Please don’t ever hide stuff like this from me again, ok. I like Alex, he is a good kid. If you were going to date anyone from set, I am happy it’s him,” he states. Tears start to form in her eyes.

“Really?”

“Yes, baby girl. Now let's go home and you can tell me more about how you and Alex started this ‘secret relationship’,” he says while starting the car and going to their apartment in Vancouver.

“Which one knew, Jared or Jensen?”

 “I am not going to tell you,” silence filled the car for a few seconds. 

“Jared?”

“Oh yeah.” 

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[bisexualcrowley]

Camping

Pairing: Jack Kline x Fem!Reader, mentions of Destiel

Summary: Dean and Cas take you and Jack on a camping trip that leads to more than you bargained for

Content: Smut, bit of fluff, public/outdoor sex, pre- god Jack, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex

Word count: 1,160 

When Dean and Cas offered to take you out on a regular, non-hunt related camping trip under the quickly thought up excuse to give Sam some time alone,(definitely not because Dean and Cas wanted some time alone themselves,)  you weren’t surprised when Jack joined you in the back of the Impala at the last minute with a goofy smile and an off-hand comment about wanting to see what camping was like.

You weren’t surprised when Jack burned every marshmallow he tried to roast. Weren’t surprised when Dean and Cas retired to their tent early “so they could get an early start in the morning”

What you didn’t expect, however, was to be stumbling out of the tent you were sharing with the nephilim just as the sun was setting with your lips locked together in a passionate kiss and Jack’s rather impressive erection pressing against your inner thigh.

When Jack slammed you uncharacteristically roughly against the rough trunk of a tree just barely hidden from view of the campsite, you didn’t hold back a quiet moan at your obvious enjoyment of the rough treatment.

Jack gave a pleased hum against your mouth at the sound you made, reaching his left hand down to hike your leg up over his hip, the movement drawing your attention to the heat that had pooled in your sex, and you were sure that if it wasn’t for your shorts, your arousal would be dripping down your thighs and smearing on Jack’s pant leg by now.

Without separating your lips from his, you pushed at the collar of the nephilim’s jacket, nudging his chin back with your free hand and baring his neck. Jack arched out of the kiss as you ran your fingers along his jawline, down his neck, and when you leaned down to run your tongue along the smooth flesh, Jack let out a low, drawn-out moan that had you repeating the motion just so you could hear it again.

A quick snap of his hips against your own was more than enough for you to feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against his pants, and you slid a hand down to thumb over it’s covered head, smearing the pre-cum that had seeped through the fabric.

It was clear that the movement had your levels of arousal peaking, and your already heated actions suddenly gained an air of urgency as Jack ground against your hand with a whimper

“Off,” Jack mumbled, tugging lightly at your top while barely separating your lips long enough to speak before he was ravishing your mouth again.

Much to his dismay, you yanking off your shirt did require you to break away from the kiss and in the few short seconds you were apart, Jack’s patience wore out and he groaned loudly, letting his hands fall down to fumble the clasp of his belt open and unzip his pants before returning them to rest on your waist.

The nephilim’s fingers ghosted over your now bare stomach, trailing up to cup your breasts and thumb over your nipples, earning a soft gasp from you against his mouth.

"Say it," Jack panted, ducking his head to nip along your jawline. "Please... Tell me what you want, I want to hear you say it."

You let out a low whine as you ground yourself down against his thigh, and a shudder ran through your body.

“Please,” You murmured, “Need you to touch me... God I want you Jack."

Arousal clouding his thoughts to the point he couldn’t come up with a coherent word to say, Jack simply reached forward and tugged your shorts down and fumbled with the front of his pants again, quickly freeing his leaking cock from his boxers and pulling your hips towards him in one smooth motion.

“Fuuckkk that’s good,” Jack moaned as he slowly slid himself into your throbbing heat, your juices coating his cock and leaving him groaning far louder than he would have liked

You cried out softly and rocked against him, one hand braced on the tree behind you and the other clenched in his sandy blond hair, each little tug drawing a choked gasp from the nephilim.

The sound of skin hitting skin mingled with your desperate whimpers and Jack’s breathy moans as he filled you up again and again, his length slamming against your g-spot and thumb flying over your clit with each thrust and sending you flying towards your climax.

“Remind me why we’re having sex behind a tree?” Jack huffed as his hips slammed against yours again, each thrust seeming impossibly deep and leaving you crying out softly for him to go faster.

“Because. The tent. Was too close. To Cas. And Dean,” You breathed between thrusts, a laugh turning into a whine when Jack simultaneously moved a hand between your bodies to rub a teasing finger over your clit and ducked his head down, pressing his lips to your neck and sucking a red mark into the delicate skin.

“Fair enough,” Jack chuckled when he pulled away, choking on his words as you hiked your leg up over his hip and tugged him forward by the collar of his jacket to pull him into a searing kiss.

One final swipe of Jack’s thumb across your clit was just what you needed, and with a moan of his name you succumbed to the pleasure, your orgasm washing over your entire body and leaving you writhing between Jack and the rough bark of the tree.

Your mind went blank as you rode out the waves of pleasure, letting the blissful feeling take over as you shook against the nephilim.

You were unsure how long it was before you came back to the real world, but when the fog of pleasure finally cleared enough for you to think, Jack had dropped his face to your shoulder again and was crying out as he reached his own peak.

His cock throbbed inside you, each pulsating twitch sending hot cum spurting against your walls as they clenched down on him. You milked Jack for all he had, and before long his sloppy thrusts had stilled, leaving the two of you reveling in the sensation of his seed filling you, sliding past his cock and dripping down your thighs as he trembled and moaned against you.

As Jack rode out his orgasm, his head fell to your shoulder and you could feel him smile against you. “Do you think they could hear us through the tent?” he chuckled, and before you could reply, the mildly annoyed and somewhat amused voices of Dean and Castiel answered for you.

“We can.”

“We absolutely can”

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[hunterscabin]

This Baby Will Have A Father Part I

Summary: Y/N is an actress on Supernatural. After becoming pregnant, her boyfriend leaves her, not wanting anything to do with the baby. Unsure of what the future holds, her male co-stars show her that she’s not alone. 

Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, nervous reader, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k 

Author’s Note: I only have two parts of this story written, and unless it gets major traction, I’m not sure I’ll be writing more. I didn’t want to be a tease and leave y’all hanging, but those who’ve responded said they don’t care and would like to read anyway. Let me know if I should keep going! 

Filming had only resumed one week ago, and you were already having difficulty hiding your pregnancy. Hiatus had come at the perfect time, right when you were really starting to show, but now that you were in your fifth month, loose sweaters and baggy shirts were no longer able to conceal your constantly expanding stomach. You had told wardrobe and the show’s producers, but the life growing inside of you was still a secret to most of the cast and crew.

It had been a hectic day on set, and you were beyond grateful when Bob called for lunch. You saw some of the guys head into Jensen’s trailer and figured now was as good a time as any to tell them you were expecting. Before you could lose the gumption, you marched up to the door, pausing only briefly before knocking.

“Hey, Y/N/N!” Jensen smiled as he opened the door and stepped aside for you to come in. A loud roar of laughter filled the air.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Not at all!” Jensen picked up his plate and pulled out the chair he had been using. “Have a seat.”

Along with the featured cast, many guest actors were in town to shoot a special episode. Jared and Misha were sitting at the kitchenette table with Rob while Alex and Rich enjoyed their lunch on the sofa.   

“I think I’ll stand. Thanks, though, Jay.” The palpable apprehension coursing through you was in stark contrast to the lighthearted atmosphere in Jensen’s trailer, and your mood didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Misha asked. Before the break, most of the cast had noticed and even discussed your unusually reserved and distant nature. Misha wondered if your current trepidation had anything to do with your pre-hiatus behavior.

“Yes.” You answered with uncertainty.

You had shared your pregnancy with some of the women in the cast earlier that week, and while their support and advice had been immensely heartening, it was emotionally exhausting going over your story again and again. You thought it’d be easier telling all the guys at once. Now, as your eyes scanned the room, you grew increasingly anxious seeing everyone’s attention on you. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

“I have some news to share.” you said hesitantly.

“Good news, I hope?” Rob cautioned, his voice full of anticipation.

“Great news, actually.” You took a deep breath, uncrossed your arms, and opened your sweatshirt. “I’m pregnant.”

You smiled tentatively, not knowing how everyone would take the news. After what felt like ages, Alex stood to place a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Congratulations, Y/N/N!” He beamed, kissing you on the cheek.

Rob and Rich were close behind, both of them pulling you into a warm hug.

“How far along are you?” Rob smiled as he leaned out of the embrace. He held you at arm’s length, taking in the sight of your bump.

“I’m just over five months along.”

“You look great!” Rich exclaimed.

“You really do.” Rob affirmed, giving your shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “I’m amazed you were able to hide this from us for so long. Now that I know, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!”

“The ladies in wardrobe were very helpful.” You smiled coyly.

You were relieved that Rob, Rich, and Alex seemed genuinely happy, but you couldn’t shake the deafening silence radiating from the table behind you.   

Jared, Jensen, and Misha still hadn’t said anything, so you turned to face them. When your eyes met theirs you could see their shock. They were the big brothers you never had, and you told each other everything. The most painful part of keeping your pregnancy a secret was lying to the three of them, but you had to process your own feelings before telling everyone else. You never imagined you’d find yourself alone and pregnant. In an instant, you went from being a responsible twenty-something who made all of the right decisions to a statistic mothers tell their daughters to scare them into abstinence. It had taken you months to come to terms with your new future. You had no idea how the boys would react.

“Do you know who the father is?” Jared questioned, breaking through the nervous silence.

“Jare.” Jensen chastised, reaching over and smacking Jared upside the head.

“It’s okay.” You flashed them both a soft smile, trying to ease some of the tension. You knew Jared didn’t mean any harm; it was a legitimate question that came from a place of sincere curiosity and not of judgment or ridicule. You hadn’t mentioned to them that you’d been seeing someone for a few months prior to getting pregnant. Your male cast mates tended to be a little too overprotective in the boyfriend department, so you didn’t usually go out of your way to share stories about your dating life.

“I do.” you confirmed. 

“Does he know?” Jared followed up.

“Now that deserves a hit.” you joked, raising your eyebrows and nodding your head toward Jared. As if rehearsed, Jensen brought his hand down across the back of Jared’s head, ruffling his hair in the process.

Everyone snickered, but their laughter quickly faded when they noticed your somber expression.

“He said he isn’t ready to be a father,” your hands instinctively moved to your stomach, “and he doesn’t want any part of this.”

“Y/N, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay, Jare.” you assured, cutting his apology short. Your heart fell at the sight of his sheepish face. The looks of pity you received when telling your story never got easier.

Jensen walked over and placed a hand on the small of your back. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you okay?” he asked, unsure of what else to say.  

“I am.” Jensen looked at you suspiciously. “Really, I am.”

Your response was truthful. Life circumstances had taught to be strong and capable, and while you knew it would be the greatest challenge you ever faced, you felt prepared to handle life as a single mother. You were built for it.

After a moment of contemplation, you let out a deep sigh. “I just feel bad this little one won’t have a father.”

Your voice was almost a whisper, but everyone in the room heard your concern. A shadow of sadness cast over their faces, each of their hearts quietly breaking at the thought of you and your baby on your own.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone.” Misha reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I will always be here for you.” His blue eyes were full of kindness. 

“We will always be here for you.” Jared emphasized, standing to pull you into a hug.

Their sentiments were beyond touching, but you knew the inordinate amount of work that went into raising a baby, and it was a responsibility you had come to accept alone. You were never one to burden others with your needs, and all of these men had their own families. The last thing you wanted was to interject into their already busy lives.

Not wanting to fight their well intentions, you simply said “Thank you,” and leaned further into Jared’s comforting embrace.

The second you closed the trailer door behind you, everyone let out an audible sigh.

“That explains a lot.” Alex said.

“I’m really worried about her.” Rob confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Me too,” Jensen agreed, “She has such a hard time asking for help, and she’s definitely going to need it.”  

“We have to show her we’re serious about being there for her and being a part of this baby’s life.” Misha asserted.

A broad smile spread across Rich’s face, and he stood up from the sofa.

“I think I have an idea.”

Part II

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[witches-and-cows]

Hi! I was wondering if you could please write an X reader for either Sam or Dean Winchester (whoever you want to write for is fine, I don’t have a preference) where the reader comes out to him as panromantic asexual and wants to see if that is okay with him. Thank you 😊

y’all’s minds are just, WOW. 

like i’m going through requests and y’all are so cool

anyway I decided on dean cuz it’d be interesting, since he’s, like, dependent on sex or whatever but....yes let’s go 

also, i’m gonna do like a headcannon ting?

also also.....gender-neutral reader

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So, Dean Winchester is a dude is always up for sex 

Like, the man loves it 

A lot

And that makes you nervous to tell him what’s been on your mind

See, you’d been wrestling with your sexuality/ romance preference for a while

And this recent hunt (A siren case, and even the siren knew that you weren’t really into the sex stuff) confirmed it

The first person you told was Cas

He was very supportive of you

“I also lack sexual attraction, [Name].”

“Shit, really?”

“Yes.”

One person off the list

You accidentally spilled to Jack while baking with him

“What does that mean?”

You explain it to him and he smiles

“I’m glad you chose to share this confidential information with me.”

You teared up (just a little)

(Okay a lot)

Sam walked in on you sobbing your eyes out on the kitchen floor

“Are you okay?” 

You sniffle and decide to tell him then, too

“Ah....thank you for telling me. I’m honored.”

You cry more

And he tells you he’s been thinking, too

Sam comes out as pansexual on the kitchen floor

You smile and embrace him

Now you only had your boyfriend to tell

Sam offers to take Jack and Cas out on a ”hunt” to give you privacy

Definitely not to get Cas semi alone so he could ask him if he wanted to go out

No sir

Anywho

You sit next to Dean and set the pie you made earlier on the table

He looks up at you quizzically, his brow furrowed

“Is someone dead?”

“No...?”

“Then why do you look so nervous?”

You swallow the nerves

And sit next to him, taking his large hands in yours

“Dean...I’ve been needing to talk to you...”

Now, Dean is confused and kinda scared

He thinks you’re gonna leave him

That you’ve found someone better

And he’s so scared

Cuz he loves you

“Dean.....I....I....I’m, uhm, I’m panromantic and asexual.”

He looks at you and sighs in relief

“I thought you were gonna leave me.”

And you hear the crack in his voice

But he quickly wipes his eyes and clears his throat

“So, panromantic means attraction to all, right? Like, gender plays no part?”

You nod, slightly surprised that he’s taking it so well

He kisses your knuckles

“And asexual means....”

You chew your lip, and say, “No, sex.”

“At all?”

“At all.”

You expect to hear him say it’s over

And that chokes you up

Dean sees this and quickly pulls you onto his lap

He reassures you that he couldn’t leave you

That he loves you so much more than pie

And that you’re completely valid

And if anyone tries to invalidate you, he’d shoot them dead

You cry more

Dean doesn’t like seeing you cry

So he kisses your knuckles

Your nose

Your cheeks

Your forehead 

And finally your lips

And you feel loved

By your family

And by your Dean Winchester

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ngl i choked up a bit

but I hope you liked it, and I hope you know that you are so valid, and so, so loved <3

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This part sucks ass but I low key like it. I’ll probably end up redoing it soon

"Hello welcome Ad" I say opening the front door for the camera crew and Alex comes up behind me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm Yn Calvert" I say.

"And I'm Alexander Calvert, come right in" he says and I smile up at him.

"This house was built by my great great grandmother when she was in her 20's and then it was a gift to my great grandparents on their wedding night and then it was given to my grandparents and then my parents and then when Alex and I got married my mom handed us the keys" I say.

"We're currently in the middle of upgrading and rebuilding everything and we've been working on it for three years now" Alex says.

"This is our living room" I say as we walk in to it.

"This is honestly my favorite room in the house, when we're actually staying here the boys and I spend a lot of time in here, playing games, playing the piano and having quiet reading time" I say.

"I learned with kids a while ago that we can't have all the fancy things and I'm cool with with that because I enjoy the family vibes we created" I say going to the wall that holds all the photos.

"This is Misha on his first day of kindergarten" I say pointing to the photo.

"I cried harder than he did" I say laughing.

"This is a picture from our wedding night, I adore this picture so much because all of the couples can be seen dancing around us, I remember this moment because Flicker by Niall Horan was playing and at that point it was one of my favorite songs and right there you can see Jared and his wife being all cute" I say pointing it out.

"All the art you see in here is made by two of Yn's sisters who run an art shop" Alex says.

"They've been painting ever since we were young and the work they put out is amazing and every time we get a visitor they always ask where I got it from and I can easily promote my siblings" I say laughing.

"Over here is our kitchen" Alex says walking up the two step departing our kitchen from our living room.

"We tore down the wall because we wanted the open space, all the natural light and when I'm making dinner I can keep an eye out on the kids and they can eat their snacks at the table and watch tv or play the game while I'm doing whatever I need to do" I say.

"Let me show you my favorite part about the kitchen" Alex says leading them over to the sink.

"Yn cooks dinner pretty much every night which leaves me and the boys with the clean up and they like how big the sink is" he says showing off our farmhouse sink.

"Makes washing dishes so much easier and Aj use to take a lot of baths in here" he says patting the sink and I laugh.

"You sound like you're trying to convince everyone to get one" I say and he laughs with me.

"Maybe I am" he says taking them to the other room.

"Over here is where our dining room was but we don't use it so we made it into a branch off living room" Alex says.

"We celebrate the holidays here and it's perfect for Christmas when we have our families and friends here and the living room is taken, we have these two ceiling chairs and then some cushions and bean bags I like to think of it as a sort of cozy corner, this usually turns into the kids hang out spot when there's a group of them because we have the gaming tv here and they can just lounge and enjoy whatever game they are playing" I say.

"The backyard is what I'm probably proudest of" I say opening the folding sliding glass doors and we step outside.

"We have the pool over there completely gated off because Aj can't fully swim yet and he likes to play outside when I'm on the patio writing" I say.

"And on that side we have the boys playhouse from Charmed Playhouses, Yn seen a picture of one and she fell in love with them and decided that the boys needed to have a Harry Potter themed playhouse" he says.

"It's literally so cool in there, I should have just walked you to the playhouse and did a tour of that" I say laughing.

"We got Harry Potter because I've always been a massive fan and Misha when he was around three he fell in love with it and I knew I had to do it plus it's perfect for both boys and girls" I say.

"Now up the stairs on the right we have the office" I say sliding the glass sliding door open and stepping inside and Alex follows me in.

"There's not a lot here" I say.

"We're currently working on expanding this room because Alex has his desk and I want a space where I can put all of my art stuff so we're in the middle of that" I say.

"This is also where Yn keeps her awards because she's too embarrassed to show them off so she keeps them tucked away up here where she can glance at them to remind her that she can always be better" he says moving the picture frames they are behind.

"This is the hallway" I say and Alex laughs.

"Yn loves this hallway" he says.

"I do, I love it so much" I say giggling and I stop walking.

"This is why I love this hallway so much" I say pointing at the pictures.

"My family is very big and very all over the place. From my birth dad I have six siblings and on my moms side I have five and it's like crazy trying to get everyone together and when I found out I was pregnant with Mish everyone came and they showed up and I managed to get a few decent shots out of it" I say laughing.

"And next to that I have my all time favorite picture of me and my baby sister Zendaya at the oscars in 2015. It's a photo from the red carpet and I was telling her I was pregnant and this was her reaction" I say laughing.

"Moving on, the first room we have belongs to Misha, they are both down for a nap right now in Aj's room so I can show off Misha's room" I say opening the door and stepping inside.

"My mom actually designed this room for him and she put it together while we were in Canada while Alex was filming so we came back to it and it was a nice surprise, Misha loved it more than anything" I say laughing.

"She got him a moving bookshelf and every time we go to the store he asks for a book so he can add them to the book shelf so that way no one will know which books opens the bookshelf" he says tipping the book back and it slides open.

"This is his 'hey Misha clean your room bub guests are coming' hiding spot" I say.

"Gets the job done" Alex says and I laugh rolling my eyes.

"Until I have to come in behind him and clean it" I say.

"This is the game room" I say.

"It has all of the games your mind could ever imagine" Alex says opening the doors under where the tv sits and it is stuffed with games.

"Texas thunderstorms have taught us that we can never have enough games or candles to entertain us when we lose power or when it storms so much the boys are up all night" I say.

"Next is our bedroom" I say stopping at the closed double doors and I push them open.

"This is where the magic happens" he says and I laugh rolling my eyes and I step in.

"Our bedroom was one of the first things we did when we moved in, we tore it apart and with the help of my best friend slash Alex's fake father and his wife and we rebuilt this room in about two to three weeks and it was like the best time of my life" I say.

"In this little hole is where we keep Misha when guest come so we can pretend we did all the work around here" he says and I laugh.

"You're an idiot" I say and he laughs with me.

"This is a laundry chute, there's one in the main rooms such as ours, Misha's and Aj's and they can just send the clothes right to the basket which then I can just dump into the washer" he says and I nod.

"Plus there's never any clothes lying around, everyone should have one of these" I say.

"Through here is our bathroom and closet" he says opening the door and we go inside.

"It's just a bathroom it's nothing special to me but to Yn it is everything" he says and I press the button and the shelves come out the cabinet.

"It's my vanity but when I'm done I can put it away and not worry about anything getting messed up ever and I love it because everything is unorganized but you can't see the clutter" I say getting off of the pouf and I go into the closet.

"This is probably the most extreme room we have in our house because honestly I'm addicted to shopping and I need the space. I always wanted like the closet that Hannah Montana had and I didn't get it but honestly this one has hers beat so I'm not complaining" I say and Alex laughs.

"Like I said about the bathroom I don't get it" he says and I laugh.

"And the last room" I say opening the door showing off the nursery and I step inside them following me.

"You're the first ones that aren't apart of our inner circle to find out and we want to use this video as an announcement" Alex says and I nod.

"This nursery is for our princess who we are happy to announce will be born in four months" Alex says. "January 1st" I say smiling at the camera.

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[writingtoforgetreality]

“Who is she?” (Alexander Calvert x Reader)

Request: I would like to ask for something where Alex and the reader are dating and the two are part of the Supernatural cast, and they fake a fight in front of Jensen, Jared and Misha, but it ends in a cute moment. That's it lol. (by anonymous), [Actors-Masterlist]

Summary: You could not find the script you needed for an important upcoming audition. Still, you had to start practicing or you would not perform well. Luckily, Alex was always there to help you with your lines. But what would happen if things got out of hand?

Words: 1,937

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, argument, protective!Jensen, fluff, (Y/E/C) = your eye color

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

“Alex?” you were currently in your shared apartment in Vancouver. Searching for a very important script, you slowly started to go insane. You could have sworn you put it right on top of the coffee table. Why was it not there anymore? Maybe Alex had seen it.

“Yeah?” his scruffy voice made you look up. He came straight out of the shower, only a towel hanging low on his waist. On every other day, this sight would have been an invitation for you but you had to find this damn script.

“Have you seen my script? I put it right there.” you pointed to the place where you last saw it.

“Um, I don´t know...Are you sure you left it there?” Alex got closer to you and started helping you. First the living room, then the kitchen. Soon after, it felt like you searched through your entire apartment, without luck.

“(Y/N), it´s time to head out. We´ll be late.” he disappeared in the bedroom and came out seconds later in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. Why bother wearing anything else when you had to change as soon as you were on set?

“Ugh, okay. I´m coming.” it did not make sense to you. You needed that script. There was a very important audition coming up. A big movie with TOM CRUISE. Yes, you heard that right. An action film where you would portray his love interest. This would be your chance to really start at Hollywood. Your role in Supernatural was the first start and the fans loved you a lot. Just like Alex, you came around for the 13th season. At first, you were only meant to stick around for a few episodes. Just some girl who was saved by Jack and brought back to the bunker. The fans seemed to like you and they almost immediately caught up on the chemistry Alex and you shared. When you started dating, the writers decided to make your character Jack´s love interest. Now, the last few episodes were about to air and you still had not found your next job.

Of course you worked on it to change that. Supernatural was your first acting job, you were not the most famous in this industry. Jared had already found his next role: Texas Ranger. Jensen will be a part of the third season of The Boys. You were incredibly happy for them but it also scared the shit out of you. If it took them this long to be cast in another project, how long would it take you? That was something you should not be thinking about during your ride to the set of Supernatural. You should start preparing for the upcoming scenes.

The first half of the day was very productive. Ever since the thought of shooting the LAST episodes has sunken in, the crew really wanted to bring the best out of every scene. Still, Jensen, Jared and Misha loved to mess with Alex and you. There had to be enough scenes for the gag reel, right?

As the director called for lunch break, all of you made your way over to the catering area. You were not hungry, thoughts still with your lost script. Maybe you should just give them a call to let them know that you needed another script. No, that would not leave a good impression.

“When do we continue filming today?” Jensen asked.

“Uhhh, around 3 pm, I think?” Jared´s answer was not really helpful. Most days he had no idea about your schedule. One of the reasons that made you love him even more.

“For once you´re right.” Misha threw in.

Everyone headed back to their trailers, wanting to prepare for the next few scenes and relax a bit.

“Can you practice with me?” you asked Alex as you were walking towards your trailers. You did not share those because they were very small to begin with.

“Practice what? We rehearsed our shared scenes, like, a hundred times last night.” he chuckled, amused by your uncertainty. He knew how you barely ever forgot your lines or broke character yet you still wanted to keep on running through your lines.

“Nooo, I mean for the audition. It´s next week and if I don´t start going through it now I´ll be even more nervous.” you came to a halt, waiting for his reaction.

“I thought you lost the script?” Alex turned around to look at you.

“Misplaced. Anyway, I know the story more or less. We could just improvise. Please?” your big (Y/E/C) looked at him in a way you knew he could never resist.

“In my trailer or-”

“Actually, I think right here, outside, would be perfectly fine.” your smile grew. You loved acting alongside Alex. This role was not meant to be his but he was always happy to help you with auditions. You did the same for him. Recalling what was written on the script, you tried your best to explain the story to him. It was easy, really, your character found emails from another woman, arranging meetings that go way back, like seven months. The scene you had to prepare for the audition was you confronting “Tom Cruise” which ended in a big fight.

“Got it?” you watched Alex´ face closely, looking for any misunderstandings. A nod from his head made you get into character.

“Hey, honey, I´m home.” your back faced Alex, your body language seemingly tense. He moved closer to you as you did not answer him. A hand was held out to touch your shoulder but as soon as it came in contact with you, you brushed it off angrily. Turning around with tears in your eyes, Alex was impressed by how fast you could make this role alive, without even saying a word. You truly were magnificent.

“DO NOT call me honey!” you managed to keep the tears at bay, thinking it would be better to let them spill a bit later.

“What´s wrong?” Alex gave you space, getting the sign of you not wanting to be touched by him.

“Oh, so you don´t have anything to tell me?” your arms crossed in front of your chest, your eyebrows raising, waiting for him to answer you.

“Um, I´m not su-”

“BULLSHIT! Bullshit.” the second part was barely above a whisper, showing that, despite everything you saw, you still cared for him. Loved him, even. Alex just stood there, knowing what your next words would be like.

“How long has this been going on?” your gaze was focused on the floor, not wanting him to see your tears that now started spilling.

“She doesn´t mean anything to me. You are the on-” but once again, Alex was cut off by your screaming.

“Did you fuck her?” your voice was small, not wanting to ask this question but desperate for the answer.

“Sweetheart, I-”

“DID YOU FUCK HER?” this time you screamed at his face. Your emotions were all over the place.

What neither Alex nor you noticed was Jensen, Jared and Misha storming out of their trailers due to hearing screams. When they saw the scene in front of them, they came to a fast stop. Did they just hear that Alex had cheated on their (Y/N)? Someone who was like a little sister to them? Jensen made himself ready to storm to you, wanting nothing more than to punch Alex. Jared and Misha, though, held him back.

“Yes.” Alex sighed. “But it´s not like she means anything to me.” he once again came closer to you. This time you did not protest. You were too exhausted to react to it.

“Who is she?” scared of what the answer would be, you took a step back but looked straight into his eyes.

“Cassie.” you read Alex´ face as regret but as soon as you heard him say the name you could have thrown up.

“CASSIE?! MY BEST FRIEND CASSIE?!” you lunged towards him and started punching his chest, too weak to do any damage, but you were angry and did not know what else to do.

That was too much for Jensen. He ripped himself free and ran towards you, Jared and Misha following close behind. A shove from the side made Alex and you separate. Suddenly you were pulled back by two strong arms. As you looked behind, you saw Jared holding you close to him. As you focused your gaze back to Alex, you were shocked to see him in Jensen´s grasp. You did not quite understand what Jensen was saying but it did not sound good at all.

“Jensen, stop!” you wiggled yourself out of Jared´s arms and ran to save Alex. You tried pulling Jensen away but he was too strong. Even Alex could not free himself.

“IT WAS JUST ACTING!” your scream erupted which made Jensen stop in his tracks. Slowly, he let go of Alex who coughed a few times.

“What?!” the confusion was written all over Jensen´s face.

“Alex and I were just practicing for my audition next week. You know, the one with Tom Cruise? I told you about that.” your heart was racing, your breathing too fast. Jared and Misha were already at Alex´ side, making sure he was not hurt.

“Shit, I´m sorry. Alex, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, all good.” he waved it off as if it was nothing. Typical Alex, you thought.

Suddenly you started laughing, replaying the scene in your head. Everyone looked at you weirdly but copied your actions soon after.

“Alex, he almost killed you.” by now tears were streaming down your face because you were laughing so hard.

“Hey, I didn´t even touch him.” Jensen complained.

“Oh yeah? Tell that my throat.” Alex stated sarcastically.

“That was acting?” Jared asked to which Alex and you only nodded.

“If you don´t get the job I´ll make sure to sue them, just so you know.” this time it was Misha who spoke up. This only made all of you laugh even more.

“Everyone back on set, please!” you could hear the director yell. Jared, Misha and you walked over, chatting and laughing about everything that just happened. Alex and Jensen, though, were a bit behind.

“Sorry again, kid. I really thought y´all were fighting. It sounded so real. You sure you´re okay?” he finished his sentence with a light chuckle, still somewhat ashamed of throwing himself at Alex like that.

“I´m fine, Jensen, really.” Alex laughed lightly. “Besides, now I know what happens if I ever hurt (Y/N) in any way.”

“You better take care of her and treat her like a princess. I´m serious.” Jensen had a stern look on his face but smiled anyway. You meant a lot to him and he could not bare the thought of anyone hurting you.

“I will. I promise.”

“Y´all coming or what?” you screamed at them from the other end of the set, waiting for the two of them so you could finally continue filming.

“On our way.” Alex said back, beginning to walk towards where you were standing. As he kept walking he thought about you again. How it was so easy for you to act out such a hard scene. Your talent amazed him. He really hoped you would land that role. From what he had seen so far, you were perfect for it. God, he loved you. It still had not sunken in that you were his. What did he ever do to deserve you? He knew he could not live without you and he would keep on reminding you of his love for you every single day.

Published (09/10/2020) by Cathy

Tags: @kalasyrtiaan, @blairrrose (thanks for your support <3)

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