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negans-lucille-tblr · 3 years

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Aphrodisiac - SYBG Saga Timestamp

Summary: It’s Jared’s birthday, and Jensen and Y/N are determined to make it the best one yet.

This is set in the Since You’ve Been Gone universe, between the time when they bought the house and got married. You don’t need to read the series to understand or enjoy this oneshot.

Tags: established polyamorous relationship, aphrodisiac, drug enduced arousal, threesome, bisexual threesome, double vaginal penetration, cum play, creampie, anal play, m/m, fingering, mentions of blowjobs, mentions of cum swallowing, mentions of facial, anal sex, oral sex (fem rec), face riding, think that’s it 😅

@spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Polyamourous // Tell Me a Story Bingo Square Filled: Jared Padalecki

WC: ±1.3k

A/Ns: Written for Kink bingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo. Inspired by a filthy porn gif. I really enjoyed revisiting this throuple - I should do it more often! I have several ideas!

Also, thought it was only apt to post this on Jared's actual birthday! ❤️

J2 x Reader Masterlist // Bingos Masterlist

“Cheers,” Jared smirks, holding the pill up in front of him. Y/N giggles and does the same, looking at Jensen.

“Are we actually doing this?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow. He holds the pill in his fingers and looks to see the matching smirks on his partners’ faces.

“C’mon, Jen, live a little,” Jared teases. “It’s my birthday.”

“C’mon baby, they probably won’t work anyway,” Y/N reasons. Jensen looks between them both again and huffs.

“Fine, but if this goes wrong I’m blaming you both,” he grumbles. Jared shoots Y/N a wink, before putting the pill in his mouth and then swallowing it down with some whiskey. Jensen watches Y/N do the same, before following suit and swallowing his own.

“And now we wait,” Jared announces, pouring them all fresh measures of whiskey.

“How long is it supposed to take?” Jensen checks.

Grabbing the boxes, Y/N reads the instructions.

“For you guys apparently as little as five minutes, for me up to ten,” she reads out.

“I don’t know why I let you two talk me into this, it’s not like any of us need help in that department right now,” Jensen scoffs. Ever since moving into their new place, they’ve apparently been making it their mission to leave no inch unfucked in. Y/N giggles and moves his hand holding his drink away from his lap so she can straddle him.

“No, but it’ll be funny, besides, if you guys wanna start trying for a family straight after the wedding, then we need to make the most of these moments whilst we can,” she purrs, bringing her lips close to his.

“She’s got a point, Stack,” Jared speaks up from behind Y/N.

“Besides, they’re only aphrodisiacs, most of the time they don’t work,” she justifies, “probably all psychological.”

Jensen leans forward to press his lips to her, and she kisses him passionately, grinding herself down into his lap.

“Shortest ten minutes of my life,” Jared chuckles, coming to sit a little closer to the two of them. Y/N pulls back and smirks at him, so Jensen moves his kisses to her jaw, already feeling his arousal stirring.

“I don’t need an aphrodisiac to want to fuck my boys,” she purrs at Jared. Jensen can hear Jared moving, and then he sees them kissing out the corner of his eye as he moves to kiss down her neck. Jensen feels Jared’s hand grip the back of his neck and smiles slightly into the kiss he’s placing on Y/N’s collarbone. His cock is definitely paying attention now.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” Y/N asks breathlessly.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Jensen growls. He stands up and forces Y/N to her feet. She looks up at him with a pout on her lips and Jensen chuckles.

“You go on up with the birthday boy,” he orders softly. Jared rises to his feet and offers Y/N a hand which she takes. She giggles and bites her bottom lip as Jared leads her towards the stairs, stopping to kiss Jensen as he passes.

“What are you going to do?” Jared asks quietly against Jensen’s lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right there. I’m gonna grab some snacks and alcohol, we’re gonna need all the energy we can get.”

Jensen can see Y/N’s legs trembling as Jared fucks up into her, a slight sweat shining over her back, Jared’s blunt fingernails digging into the flesh, and Jensen reaches to place his hand over Jared’s and squeeze as he gets closer and closer to his climax. Jared links their fingers, and thrusts harder, rubbing along Jensen’s length in the perfect way. Jensen pulls out and wraps a hand around his cock in an attempt to replicate the feeling of Y/N’s tight hole wrapped around him. He watches Jared and Y/N kiss sloppily as he squeezes Jared’s hand a little harder and grunts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Y/N moans as Jensen shoots his load over Jared’s cock and Y/N’s entrance, and as Jared lifts his hips to fuck into her again, Jensen watches his cum get fucked up into Y/N’s pussy via Jared’s length.

“Hm, that’s better,” Jared hums with a smirk, “so nice of you to provide the lube, Jen,” he teases. Jensen chuckles, and reaches forward, rubbing his fingers down Jared’s length and collecting the excess mess.

He realises his cock isn’t going down, and he can only assume it’s the viagra they made him swallow a few hours ago. Not that he minds, because he’s definitely interested in another round, especially with the way Y/N is moaning as Jared continues to fuck her. With his fingers thick with his own climax, Jensen drags them underneath Jared’s balls, and begins to tease his hole with them.

“Gonna need all the lube I can get to fuck you with, baby,” Jensen hums, and Jared groans as Jensen teases his ass. Jensen watches as Jared’s balls tighten and his grip becomes painful on the hand of Jensen’s he’s still holding. A strangled cry leaves Jared’s lips and Y/N moans too, and Jensen can tell from the way Jared throbs inside her that he’s cumming deep in her pussy.

As Y/N lifts her hips and Jared’s cock slips out and slaps against his stomach, her hole starts leaking Jared’s cum, which Jensen is eager to collect and rub at Jared’s opening again. Jensen pushes two fingers softly inside Y/N’s warm pussy, eager to collect as much of their climaxes as he can. His fingers come out sloppy and white, and he eagerly drops them to Jared’s hole and pushes them slowly inside. Y/N unmounts Jared’s waist and turns so she can watch Jensen work, biting her bottom lip.

“You’re still hard, baby,” she purrs, wrapping her hand around Jared’s cock as she slowly pumps.

“Jesus christ,” Jared chokes out. “I don’t think I can take another,” he whimpers. Y/N looks at Jensen and smirks. Jensen knows they’re both thinking the same thing.

“C’mon, birthday boy, this is your special day. We just wanna make you feel good,” Jensen teases, “don’t you want me to fuck you?”

Jared lets out another strangled moan and gasps for air.

“Yeah, Jen,” Jared finally replies. Y/N giggles and then leans down to softly kiss Jared’s cock, licking in gentle stripes up his climax laced length. “But four times in a coupla hours,” he complains.

“You didn’t like cumming in my mouth, baby boy?” Jensen teases.

“Ye-yeah, fuck yeah Jen-” Jared swallows.

“And on my face?” Y/N adds, still kissing up and down his cock.

“Yeah,” Jared breathes heavily.

“We don’t have to touch you this time,” Jensen offers, “I’ll fuck your ass and baby girl can sit on your face, would you like that?”

“Fuck.” Jared tips his head back, and Jensen and Y/N have their answer.

Y/N moves to slowly straddle Jared’s face, and Jensen watches as Jared reaches up to hold her ass and eagerly starts licking at her pussy, no doubt tasting everyone’s climaxes on her skin. Jensen’s happy with how open he’s fucked Jared’s hole with his fingers and pulls them out, stroking his cock softly before pushing Jared’s legs up a little. He lines himself up with Jared’s hole and then slowly pushes forward, watching Jared’s fingertips dig into the soft flesh on Y/N’s ass.

“We should do this more often,” Jensen pants, watching Y/N tip her head back as she moans loudly above Jared and grips the headboard for support. And Jensen’s not sure how long it’s gonna take for the pills to wear off - but he’s hoping it’s not anytime soon.

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katymacsupernatural · 3 years

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The Proposal Chapter 10

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Jensen needs help keeping his life in order. To keep the media off his back. In order to do so, he comes up with a plan. Y/N, just a producer’s assistant, is pulled in to play a part she never thought she would have. Jensen’s fiancee. Only will it stay as a part to play, or will she start to want more?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Get married?” You stuttered, never expecting him to say that. Sure you were pretending to be married. But for him to say it for real, after everything you had just told him? You were flabbergasted.

“Don’t look so surprised,” he chuckled. “I know it’s late, and we’ve both had quite a bit of alcohol, but I truly think it’s a good idea. You get what your family needs, and well...I think it will work out for me as well.”

You snuggled deeper into his embrace, relaxed by the promise of a plan. A plan that might finally make things right in your life once again.

Jensen’s hand was warm against your back as he reached over to turn off the light. “I think we both need some sleep, and then we can figure out the rest of the plan later. After breakfast. With my family.”

That breakfast still worried you, but being in Jensen’s arms had you falling easily to sleep.

“Do you think I look okay?” You asked again, staring at your simple blue sundress, hoping that it would meet his family’s approval. That you would make his family’s approval. So much had changed since last night, and you wanted to make a good impression this morning.

“I think you look great,” he assured you, leaning down to tie the laces of his boots. He was dressed in a simple grey henley and dark denim button-down. He was so handsome, and you couldn’t believe this was really going to happen. “And just remember. It’s breakfast. You’re with me, and that’s gonna make my Mom ecstatic. You have nothing to worry about.”

You nodded, but still didn’t completely believe him.

His parents had picked a nice Mom and Pop restaurant, and they were already sitting at the table when you arrived. His sister and her husband were just climbing out of their car, his grandma climbing out of the backseat. “There’s the girl of the hour!” She exclaimed, crushing you in a hug. “I’m so glad that Jensen finally came to his senses. You’re going to sit by me and we will have a nice little chat.”

She pulled you away from Jensen, surprisingly strong for her small frame. Jensen stayed back with his sister as your small group entered the restaurant.

You sat down beside Jensen, his grandma immediately taking the chair beside you. Jensen casually draping his arm over your chair. “I’m surprised to see both of you so chipper this morning,” Jensen’s Mom started off, reaching for her coffee and taking a drink. “After such a successful party. Were you able to get any sleep?”

“Like they slept last night,” His grandma chuckled, winking at you. “But first I need some coffee and bacon, and then we can talk about the dirty details.”

“Gram, we are not talking about that,” Jensen rolled his eyes.

The waitress came and took your order, and that’s when Jensen’s Gram tugged on your arm. “Y/N dear, I can just tell you’re going to fit right into this family. Jensen picked a good one.”

You blushed slightly. “I sure hope so.”

“And if he does anything, you be sure to let me know,” she insisted. “I know people. And just because he’s my grandson doesn’t mean anything.”

“Thank you,” you glanced at Jensen who was busy talking to his Dad. “But I don’t think it will be necessary.”

She tugged on your arm again, pulling you even closer. “And that goes for you too Missy. As much as I think you and I will get along if you do anything to hurt my Jensen, I will...I just can’t imagine seeing him hurt again.”

“Again?”

She nodded, her voice dropping to a whisper. “He hasn’t told you?”

You shook your head, ready to learn as much about him as you could. “I know it’s not my story to tell, but you should at least know something. He had a sweetheart. Someone everyone loved. She was beautiful, and kind, and could have easily been Jensen’s soul mate.”

“What happened?” You asked breathlessly, but just then the waitress brought the food around and Jensen’s Grandma turned silent.

“So, when are you thinking of holding the wedding?” Jensen’s Mom asked a short time later, smiling softly at you. “I know it’s still in the early stages, but I don’t mind helping out. As long as I don’t get in your Mom’s way.”

“My Mom’s gone,” you answered. “And we haven’t made any plans, but I would truly appreciate your help.”

“That’s settled then,” she smiled widely. “Once you figure out when and where I’m more than glad to help with the rest.”

The rest of the breakfast went smooth, Grandma suddenly silent as she ate her breakfast. Your mind whirled furiously, wondering what had happened to Jensen’s old love. It sounds like they had been perfect for each other, and you wondered what had happened. Hopefully, he would soon open up, and tell you himself.

“As wonderful as this has been,” Jensen spoke up. “Y/N and I have a flight we need to catch.”

“This soon?” His Mom’s smile vanished. “I was hoping you wouldn’t leave until tomorrow morning. We could have a barbecue at our place, and talk more about the wedding.”

“I wish,” he smiled sadly. “But they do get quite mad when one of the main stars isn’t there to film. But don’t worry. We’ll be home for Thanksgiving.”

That news seemed to brighten his Mom’s mood. She gave you a huge hug as you left the restaurant. “Don’t you worry about anything. I love planning and decorating. And you know Jensen won’t let you spend a penny on this wedding. But maybe...you’ll let me go dress shopping with you?”

“I’d love that,” you assured her.

“Me too! I’ve got to help pick out the dress!” His Grandma yelled before pulling you in a hug. “And the rest of the story wasn’t mine to tell. Give Jensen time, and he will open up. I know he will.”

Part 11

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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years

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Plans

J2 x Reader

Word Count: 492

Warnings: Sleepy sexy smutty teasing.

A/N: The first of several quarantine-inspired Everything ‘verse smut drabbles for you! Because you know Jensen would have some fantastic ideas about how to pass the time...

For a moment it feels like I’m still asleep, like this must be a dream; there’s soft, sweet pressure between my legs, pleasure flickering through my body and overwhelming my senses even before I can open my eyes.

I whimper and reach blindly, and my fingers tangle in long, silky hair. Jared lets out a quiet hum of encouragement as I rock up, uncoordinated and clumsy still, rubbing myself against the slick caress of his tongue.

“Morning, princess,” Jensen whispers, kissing my jaw.

I feel his hand on mine, cupping Jared’s skull and urging him closer, before his fingers trail delicately up my arm and then trace the curve of my breast. I turn my head for a kiss, savoring the lazy plush slide of his lips on mine. He pinches my nipple gently, rolling in between his fingers until it’s hard and tingling, and I moan softly against his mouth, feeling the way his lips curve up in a smile.

“I was wondering when you were gonna wake up,” Jensen murmurs, peppering kisses down my neck as he drags his hand across my chest to play with my other nipple. His guitar calluses are just rough enough, the perfect amount of friction, and in seconds the sensitive skin is pebbled and aching under his touch.

“Do we have urgent plans? Places to be?” I ask, and the words are sarcastic but my voice comes out as a breathless whine. Jared’s working my clit with these perfect little pulses of suction, and I can already feel my thighs trembling, my belly quivering, arousal pooling and swelling and rippling up my spine.

“Nowhere to be, but… yeah, I have some plans for you,” Jensen chuckles, his voice low and promising in my ear. “You’ve been taking your sweet time, though, I was starting to think you’d sleep half the day away.”

“Fuck, right there,” I groan, digging my heels into the bed and trying to grind up against Jared’s mouth.

“You must’ve been having a hell of a dream, you were making these noises… I started playing with you, trying to see if I could make you come in your sleep, and you were just dripping all over my hand. Somebody got greedy, wanted a taste.”

I’m so close, so ready, my entire body tensing and quaking with anticipation… but Jared’s pulling back, and I let out a wordless cry of frustration, bucking my hips, trying to get some friction on my throbbing clit.

Jared pins my wrists to the bed, and I can feel the tickle of his breath on my inner thighs when he says, “Not yet.”

I force my eyes open, turning to Jensen with a pleading look, but I can already tell that begging won’t help me. He’s wearing that dark, sly smile, eyes heavy-lidded and hungry as he watches me. He leans in close, nipping at my earlobe.

“Like I said,” he growls, “I have plans for you.”

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1000roughdrafts · 5 years

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Like Brothers

Summary: The night before this story takes place, you decided to leave your abusive, alcoholic boyfriend for good. Working on the set of Supernatural, you aren’t surprised that Jared and Jensen pick up on your new emotions. When they ask you what’s going on, their brotherly love kicks in.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this :) @spnsongchallengebingo

Warnings: angst (I think?), sad reader, (does a supportive J2 count as fluff?)

Pairings: none, general Characters: Jensen, Jared, Reader, SPN cast (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,775

Square Filled: My Own Worst Enemy - Lit

You are leaving your trailer to head back onto set, already running late when your phone rings. Frustration fills you, especially after looking at the caller ID. Derek, your ex, calling for the fiftieth time today. No, that’s not a figure of speech with him. He’s literally called you fifty three times in the last eight hours, asking what he’s done to make you leave.

Reluctantly, you answer in an attempt to tell him off. “Derek, if you call me one more time -”

“Y/N, listen to me. Can we just forget about it? I was drunk! I didn’t know what I was doing!”

You roll your eyes, continuing to walk onto set, smiling at Jared and Jensen as they walked past with Misha. Jared tilts his head at you, with those puppy dog eyes and you know you’re caught. Soon, they’ll be asking questions.

“You call me one more time and I will be calling the cops. Do you understand me?” You bark as soon as the boys are out of ear shot and then hang up, turning your phone off completely.

As you walk into wardrobe, you look at the options that have been laid out for this take. You know you’re lucky to have a long term roll on the longest running science fiction show out there, especially as a woman. After suffering through the makeup and getting on your outfit, you head out onto set.

“Y/N!” Flipping around, you see Jared and Jensen jogging to catch up to you, already in their Winchester attire. The two of them look you over in a Castiel-type of way, like they are scanning for injuries to heal.

You squint your eyes between the two of them, “what?”

“Is everything okay?” Jensen softly asks, leaning his head towards you and keeping his voice soft. He’s generous in that way, doing what he can to not involve other people.

“Everything is fine, Jensen.” You try to force a smile, but your eyes are too watery for credibility. Jensen’s head tilts at you, folding the corners of his lips up just slightly into a sympathetic smile. You sigh, dropping the facade, and looking at your feet momentarily before glancing at Jared.

Lowering your voice, you take a small step closer to the two of them. They bow their heads down as you whisper. “If I talk about this now, I’m going to cry. If I cry, I’m going to mess up my makeup. If I mess up my makeup, we have to wait to do this take while they fix it and I just want to get this over with, don’t you?” Without giving them a chance to respond, you turn on your heel and head onto set.

Blowing through the scene is easy. Your character was a new angel, the first human to be changed into an angel without a possession. Y/C/N lost her memories of being a hunter, of being with the Winchesters and of being human all together. In essence, your character was born again and fighting against Misha’s character for him spending time with the Winchesters. As a new angel, Y/C/N didn’t understand why Castiel was seeking out help from them.

With all of your pent up anger about your ex, some of the punches that were supposed to be orchestrated, you’d accidentally followed through on. Misha was understanding, he’s dealt with it in the past and confided that you hadn’t hit him that hard. The scene ended with Y/C/N getting a few of her memories back, and with a few more scenes for Jared and Jensen to run through you gather up all of the stuff from your trailer to make a clean get away.

“Hey, Anne,” you whisper to one of the PA’s. She turns to look at you, eyes wide and mouth full of the bagel she holds in her hand. You let out a soft chuckle, holding up your hand, “you can eat. I just was wondering if you would book me a hotel room. My phone is dead and I don’t have a charger.” She nods her head, taking a peak at the watch on her wrist. Patting her shoulder, you smile and sneak out to your car.

As soon as you shut your door behind you, you unleash all of your emotions as the tears rush down your cheeks. You cover your face and slouch down in your seat. With a shaking hand you try to reach behind you for the seat belt, but the stirring in your stomach drops you against the steering wheel. A few minutes pass before you hear a tapping on your window. Jolting up, you rapidly swipe your hands across your face in an attempt to clear the tears away before rolling down your window.

Jared leans to a crouch, while Jensen drops his hands to his knees and leans towards you. “Y/N,” Jared coos. “Please let us be here for you. We know what happened and we just want to help you.”

A few fugitive tears fall down your cheeks, “how?”

Jensen helps himself to opening your door, forcing Jared out of the way. He gently grabs onto your arm and pulls you to your feet. “He called us, the director, and one of the PA’s demanding to know where you were.”

Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops. “What? He did?” A heat fills you, your eyebrows turn down and you reach into your pocket to whip your phone out. Jared rips it out of your hand, putting it into his pocket. “What the Hell, Jar?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I care about you too much to let you lose your temper with him,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, we’re gonna help you. We’re gonna deal with this together,” Jay says in a comforting tone, but when you look up at him he’s throwing his tongue around his mouth, eyes full of anger. His face is tight as he grabs you and pulls you into him. You can feel his arms tense around you, and his chest tighten. You can’t help but to break out in tears again, wailing into his chest as he strokes your hair.

You feel new hands on your back, Jared rubbing his hands up and down for support. Pulling yourself from Jay, you turn to face Jared. Just like Jay, he looks angry, but you can tell both of them are trying to keep themselves contained for you.

“Let’s go get some food, huh?” Jared suggests.

You shake your head, “no,” as more tears fall. They’re uncontrollable now. You want them to stop, but the more helpful your friends and co-stars are, the more they come. “I just want to go to my hotel room.”

“Okay, but you’re not driving like this,” Jared pulls his hand from your back and looks around the parking lot. “How about I go get food and Jay can take you to your room?”

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Checking in was a hassle you didn’t need. Apparently the hotel didn’t get your reservation, you made a mental note to yell at the PA. Deep down, you know that wouldn’t solve anything and she doesn’t deserve the anger that your ex does. You finally get into a new room, Jay following behind you. You sit down on one of the beds and drop your face into your hand. Jensen coasts along the carpet and sits in the office chair, scooting it in front of you.

“What did he say to you, Jay?” you ask through your hands.

He puts his hand on your shoulder, rubbing your arm. “It doesn’t matter,” he lulls, continuing to rub you and put a hand on your thigh.

Pulling your hands down, you frown at him. “It does matter. After everything I’ve been through with him, Jay. After he cheated on me, after he hit me, after he was gone night after night to go drink and pick up girls,” you take in a deep breath through your nose, letting it out in a quick breath. You grab onto Jensen’s hand on your thigh, and look into his benevolently green eyes, “I still love him, Jay.” You take staccato breaths, nearly choking on the air and remaining tears, “so... maybe if I know that it’s not just me that he’s hurting. It’ll, I don’t know, help me get over him. I hope anyway.”

With a long, ambivalent sigh he speaks out, “he was going on about how he’s his own worst enemy and he’s fighting with himself. How much he truly loves you, but apparently can’t stop himself.” You can see the veins in his neck becoming more prominent, but he keeps his face tranquil. He looks away from you and down at the patterned carpet, his voice is rugged, “he seems to think that just because he doesn’t remember what he’s done to hurt you that it doesn’t count or that he never did it.”

Looking back at you, he takes breaths to cool down, “he’s playing the victim. I know that if you talk to him he’s going to try and turn this around on you and make you feel like it’s your fault. He’s toxic, Y/N, and we’re going to help you get away from him for good.”

There’s a knock at the door, Jay pats your thigh with a tilt of his head. You reach across the table for a tissue as he opens the door for Jared. Bringing in the food, he sets it on the desk and disperses it among the three of you.

After taking a few bites, you feel something new, something different. These two were your friends, yes, but they had never gone out of their way to help you like this before. It feels good to have people behind you, people who are willing to help you when you need it. It would seem that these two men who were previously your co-actors, and friends are now two guys you could quickly consider to be brothers.

Bringing the fork to your mouth, you look up at Jared shoveling noodles into his mouth. You can’t help but to let out a giggle at the way the he’s devouring his food. Looking up to you, mouth full of noodles, his eyes widen, “what?” he mumbles.

You laugh again, scooting around the corner of the bed to get closer to them. “Thank you guys,” you smile. “For everything, for being there for me, for getting food, for not letting me be alone. I don’t know what I would have done tonight, but this is definitely better.”

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leafzelindor · 6 years

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So uh, I wrote this last night while drinking. And It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. So Fair Warning for many of my followers this is RPS.

I don’t usually do these things, but sometimes when I’m broody and I realize another human being reminds me of myself I get....stuck in their fictionalized head.

So anyway, if anyone care’s I wrote a little Something from Jared’s point of view/mind and if you want to read it, it’s below the read more. Brief appearance of Gen, but very much a J2 thing.

Very much just a fanfic ramble.

He’d thought once that he could do anything. Even something like keeping a secret was possible. Instead it was miserable, made him feel like he was a terrible person who didn’t deserve to live on earth. At least keeping a secret of this magnitude. Another weekend, another con. Not home with the kids. He loved them. He loved them almost more than anything. Even if…other things were more business, those kids meant so much to him. Jared sighed and adjusted his beanie quietly, carefully. Sinking into the security of it. He could do this. He could play his part.

“Hey, Jared you okay?” Not the voice he wanted. Not the one that really soothed him when he felt like this. “I’m fine Gen….” he said quietly now, though even he could feel the strain. “I’ll call out to you during the panel okay?” He said soflty. He had a role, she had a role. It made everything work, made everyone happy. She was successful by being his wife and he didn’t begrudge her that. She was a good woman, the mother of his babies. He loved her for that. Just not the way everyone thought he did.

“Sure.” She leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. “….Jared, have you talked to him?” She asked now. God how did he get so lucky. Someone so wonderful, so understanding. That she’d agreed to all the bullshit.

“..No.” He admitted now. He adjusted the beanie again and took a breath. He felt secure like this. He’d be okay. He just didn’t want another birthday hidden behind fake walls. Acting like he was happy when he was not with the person he loved most in the world.

“I think you should.” She leaned in and kissed him again then gave his shoulder a squeeze before she moved away to be escorted off to take her seat for the panel. Jared watched her go and tried to relax himself. He’d make the proper call out, it would make them happy. He wished that Jensen was here now. Then suddenly he was, his hand curling around Jared’s shoulder, just grounding him.

“How are you today?” Jensen asked quietly now. But it was clear that those beautiful green eyes already knew, comfort item given it away.

“Same old.” Jared glanced around the green room and then let his hand move to cover Jensen’s and give it a squeeze quietly. Somehow that was more calming than almost anything. Like wrapping a blanket around himself.

“Look, we get through the interviews, the panel, and tonight you can crash in my room.” Jensen promised softly now, a little bit of a promise to get him through, support, knowing maybe they could steal a few moments for themselves. It’d been so crazy lately. Filming starting up again, the cons every weekend. Jared could admit it was getting hard to be on, to know that he lived a public lie.

“Misha promises to mostly behave too.” That earned Jensen a little half snort.

“it’s took close to primaries, He won’t behave.” Jared couldn’t stop a smile though. He totally supported it, the way that Misha was trying to encourage people, particularly their fans, his fans to do what they should do.

“yeah well, You know.” Jensen winked easily now. He did know. Both of them and Misha too found cockles fans hilarious. He didn’t even mind how the two of them played it up sometimes. It was pretty entertaining, he found it easy because Jensen would come to him after and Vicky was delighted to remind Misha who he belonged to. Some things were easy today thankfully. “Jared?”

“….You promise I’ll be between you two all day?” He asked quietly now. “I’m….Still..”

“I’m sorry Jared, I wish I could say I was ready,” The answer to the unasked question. “But yes, Misha on one side, me on the other.” Jensen promised now and then there was a soft kiss, one Jared couldn’t help leaning up into. It felt like it’d been forever. He didn’t blame him. He couldn’t blame him. He couldn’t ask Jensen to be something he wasn’t ready to be.

“Thank you” he whispered when the other man pulled away quietly. He let his hand catch Jensen’s though before the other man got far and gave a squeeze. A soft smile crossed Jensen’s face and he knew it was okay. It was going to be okay.

It was easy to be mostly quiet during the panel, he made the callout like promised and did everything he was supposed to. Jensen was there, pressed almost into his side. Misha did his thing and made him smile just a little bit more. The interviews were not as easy to avoid. He knew he had to do them. So he turned himself on, he had to be very on now. And he pushed him himself. Even took off the beanie for a little while.

It was so exhausting though. God being turned on was draining as fuck. Public Jared was hard for him sometimes, especially with the way his brain had been running lately. He was so thankful when it was over, he found himself curled up on the bed in Jensen’s room, watching the other man pour drinks for them.

“The drinks won’t help me.” He pointed out quietly now. He was rewarded with a little smile and then Jensen moved over, holding out a glass that he took automatically before he found himself with a full lap. The green eyed older man just sucking him in, like he always did.

“Drink, and then we’re staying here tonight. An… We’ll talk about it.” Jensen knocked back about half his glass and put it to the side. As much as he wanted to, he could only allow himself a couple sips before he did the same, then reached up to cup Jensen’s face and pull him in for a kiss. This was what he needed. He needed those fingers, that mouth. The man that he’d fell for years ago as a young kid who didn’t know anything about how hard it would be to stay in the closet for the sake of everyone but himself.

“Thank you” He whispered softly.

“Jared….I do love you.” His words were soft and they soothed him a way nothing else had been doing for the last, god he couldn’t think how long. He leaned up for the offered kiss again, his hands moving to settle on familiar hips, gently pulling Jensen closer.

“I love you to… And one day I hope to…..”

“I know.” Two words. He could live with that promise for just a bit longer. As long as he could have this, here and now. It wouldn’t be forever.

#j2

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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Before Two Became Three

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Danneel Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki (mentioned), Tom Padalecki (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Danneel

Warnings: hormonal Danneel - yep that’s a warning. Ask J2 :P

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: This is part of my Padackles universe, but all can be read as one shots. I try and stay as close to what I know about the Padackles, in this case Jensen and Danneel, but they are 100% my stories. It is a love letter from me to these amazing people and I mean them absolutely no disrespect.

This one is also my entry for @queen-of-deans-booty’s 2k fluff challenge and my prompt was bubble bath.

Thanks to the bestest, most amazing friend in the world @percywinchester27, for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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It wasn’t that Danneel didn’t love living in Austin, in their new home, because she did, only the heat was killing her. It wasn’t that she hadn’t loved being pregnant, but after almost 9 months she was ready for this part to be over. She wanted to meet her daughter but more than anything she wanted to be able to move around like she used to, or maybe she just wanted to be able to see her feet again.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband or that she wasn’t happy he was home on hiatus now, because she was. But when a boom sounded from the kitchen, followed by loud voices, pulling her from her much needed nap on the couch, she was ready to strangle him. Danneel wiggled around to get her feet onto the floor and swayed back and forth a few times before she gained enough traction to get back on her feet. She pressed a hand to her lower back as she stormed, or rather waddled towards the kitchen as fast as she could.

The sight that met her, made her drop her jaw. The kitchen was a complete mess. Food stains all over the counter, pots and pans scattered everywhere and she was pretty sure the cupboards had to be empty with the amount of stuff scattered around everywhere. In the midst of it all was her husband and his idiotic best friend, bickering about how long whatever they were cooking needed to be in the oven.

“Jensen Ross Ackles, what the hell did you do to my kitchen?!” Danneel’s voice sounded high pitched through the room causing Jensen and Jared both to spin around, sheer panic written all over their faces.

“We were…” Jensen started taking a step towards her, but Danneel stomped her foot on the ground, raising her hand and he instantly thought better of his movement. He froze on the spot, looking like a deer caught in the headlight as Danneel kept scolding them for the mess and Jared looked like he wanted to shrink and disappear through the air vents.

“Do you know how hard I have been working to have the house clean for when the baby gets here? And to have her room ready? You are home two days and now the kitchen is a mess. There are dirty socks everywhere and you can’t even keep quiet for me to take a nap even when I asked you to!” Danneel ranted, not noticing Jared muttering something about going home to check on Gen and the baby, before disappearing into the hallway.

“Dee, I’m gonna clean all this up. I…” Jensen started, but he didn’t get far before Danneel snapped back at him again.

“You damn well better! What the hell were you thinking Jensen?!” she hissed at him and Jensen’s eyes widened a little, before he yelled back at her.

“I was thinking my wife might have missed me and that I would cook her dinner while she was sleeping,” Jensen’s harsh tone and words hit her like a ton of bricks and Danneel fell back onto one of the chairs, hiding her face in her hands as she began sobbing.

“Fuck,” Jensen muttered, watching her in horror. He quickly moved through the room, kneeling down in front of her, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. “Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

Danneel didn’t look at him. She kept her face hiding in her hands as she blubbered between violent sobs, “You were trying to be nice, and I was a bitch to you.”

“Hey,” Jensen tugged her hands away from her face and pressed two fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t call my wife a bitch,” he looked at her straight faced and serious, but a smile still played in his eyes and Danneel couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“It kinda does look like a hurricane went through here huh?” Jensen looked around the kitchen and Danneel sighed, making him smile. “Lesson learned. Never let Jared help out in our kitchen again,” he joked, causing her to smile some more and Jensen sent her a bright smile of his own. “There’s my beautiful smiling wife.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and Jensen instantly returned her embrace. He frowned a little, pulling back to look at her.

“Baby you’re burning up,” he pushed a hand to her forehead, but she didn’t appear to have a fever.

“I’m not sick,” she whined with a pout, “it is a million degrees out and I am pregnant and miserable.”

“Well I can fix one of the three,” Jensen stood up, offering Danneel his hand, “come on,” he gently pulled her onto her feet, dragging her towards the stairs, while she looked back towards the mess that was their kitchen.

“But..”

“I’ll clean it later. I promise,” Jensen chuckled. “Dinner won’t be ready for another few hours.” Jensen tugged her towards their bedroom where he ordered her to strip, only to get a raised eyebrow from his wife.

“Wow you really don’t think highly of me today, huh?” he chuckled, “get out of your clothes and meet me in the bathroom, you suspicious woman,” Jensen pressed a kiss to her cheek, leaving her to it and heading into the bathroom himself.

Danneel watched him leave before letting out a small sigh. She wasn’t sure what he was up to but she might as well go along with it. Getting undressed took ages these days as well as getting dressed, but she finally managed to get out of all her clothes. She wrapped a towel from one of the drawers around her body before following her husband.

“Jay,” Danneel gasped when she entered the bathroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, fully dressed as he checked the water temperature of the bath he had he had drawn. Soft, white, inviting bubbles floated on top of the water. Silent, soft jazz tones sounded from the build in speakers of the room while scented candles made shadow puppets on the walls, filling the air with a calming whiff of lavender.

Tears started flowing down her cheeks again as Jensen looked up at her. The smile fell from his face and he was instantly on his feet, cupping her face in his hands.

“Hey. Don’t cry. What’s wrong?” his thumbs gently rubbed her cheekbones as he looked into her big brown eyes and Danneel smiled through her tears.

“I’m just… I’m happy,” she breathed out and Jensen couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled her against his chest.

“That’s nothing to cry about, you dork,” he teased gently. “Stop scaring the crap out of me like that.”

Danneel giggled, clinging to him, letting him hug her as tightly against his chest as her swollen belly would allow these days.

“Here,” Jensen took a step back and offered her his hand, leading her through the room and towards the bath. She let her towel fall to the floor as she let him help her safely into the tub. When she was seated she looked up at him with an almost shy smile.

“Are you gonna join me?” she asked sheepishly and Jensen smiled.

“If you want me to. I just wanted you to relax,” Jensen answered honestly and Danneel felt a warmth rush through her chest. Being pregnant during a heatwave wasn’t easy, but at least she had the perfect husband.

“I want you to,” she answered, gently tugging at his shirt, making him smile and nod.

It didn’t take Jensen long to get undressed and slip in behind her. Danneel instantly leaned back against his chest, relaxing against him. Jensen’s arms went around her, his hands resting on her bump, rubbing soothing circles.

“I’m sorry about before,” Danneel muttered, resting her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes, “I really did miss you. A lot.”

Jensen dipped his head down, pressing a soft kiss to her neck, before grabbing the washcloth. “I know,” he whispered, before wetting it, gently letting the water run over his wife’s skin, causing her to sigh in contentment.

“I’m sorry too,” Jensen spoke softly as he continued his motions and Danneel opened her eyes to look up into her husband’s brilliant green ones, shining down at her.

“You do so much and I know I am in the way sometimes when I get home. I really just wanted to give you a relaxing night,” Jensen confessed.

Danneel smiled, reaching with her arm around his neck, running her fingers through his short hair and it was his turn to close his eyes and hum in contentment.

“You’re never in the way Jensen. Don’t ever think that. I love having you home. I’m just tired of being pregnant. That’s all,” she confessed and Jensen let out a small relieved sigh, as he reopened his eyes.

“You’re amazing. You know that right? If I had to do what you do,” Jensen motioned towards her swollen belly, “I’d be whining and complaining non stop.”

“Oh I know,” she laughed teasing him, before tugging his head down, meeting his lips with her own in a deep, loving kiss. “I love you Jay,” she whispered, when they broke apart and she went back to rest against his chest, closing her eyes, smiling happily with his words.

“I love you too DeeDee.”

A long distance marriage wasn’t the easiest, but their love was enough to get them through anything. She’d take Jensen and whatever time she could get with him, over any other man any day. She had never met anyone that made her feel so loved and adored as he did, even on the days when he was a million miles away. She never doubted his love and he never doubted hers. He was her best friend and the love of her life. She had no doubt he was going to be an amazing dad to the little girl, who was hopefully gonna announce her arrival soon, before her mom went completely crazy. No matter what, Danneel knew she had Jensen and he would be there for her always, no matter what the future held.

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bellero · 7 years

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Love Is Love

Request- happy birthday love ❤ can I request a story were the reader plays the Winchester sister in the show, she's 17 and during a day filming J2 realise she's too quiet and sad, so they go talk to her after one of the scenes and found out that she's having feelings for a friend (girl) and don't know how to deal with that (thank you and sorry if I'm being to specific, but I'm in this situation and could use some J2 advice :c)

Requested by- anon.

Characters- jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader.

Warnings-

A/N- If there’s anybody reading this who are struggling to come to terms with their sexuality/gender just know that what you’re feeling is SO OKAY! Coming to terms with something like that is difficult, but you’ll be okay, it’ll all be okay! I’ve had to come out to myself and others twice, once as Bisexual and again as Gay.

“I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not”

-Kurt Cobain

They knew something was wrong, being on the show from when you were six years old and growing up surrounded by it meant they could read you like an open book, there had been numerous times where you’d try and deal with stuff on your own but they’d always find out and they’d always help you through it no matter how much you protested, saying that ‘you’ve got this’ when in reality you really didn’t.

Jensen and Jared were your brothers on and off camera, they’ve always been insanely protective over you so when you spent half of the week spacing out, they were concerned.

You were in the middle of filming a scene in the bunker, you were subconsciously drumming your fingers on the wooden surface of the table with your face leaning against your hand, you were staring at a mark on the table, your brows were furrowed and you were chewing on your lip.

This did not go unnoticed by the boys, or by anybody for that matter. They knew that something was wrong, they just didn’t push or pry, hoping you’d open up when you were ready.

You were snapped out of your zombie like state by somebody shaking you slightly by the shoulder, you blinked and turned to your left and met Jared’s concerned gaze, “you alright?” He asked, you sent him a small smile and nodded your head “yeah, yeah just a bit tired” you chuckled drily, the boys narrowed their eyes at each other, obviously they didn’t believe you, you weren’t a very good liar.

They re-started the scene, you were paying attention but then your mind started to wander again, you pinched your leg under the table to bring yourself out of whatever trance you were stuck in, you raised a hand and stood at the same time, “sorry but I need to cut” you mumbled loud enough for the director to hear.

You made a bee line for the exit leaving everyone in the room silent, “okay everyone, take fifteen, Jared, Jensen go find her” the director demanded, the boys nodded their heads and went searching for you.

“What do you think’s going on with her?” Jared asked, Jensen shrugged and let out a sigh, “who knows? She’s secretive, you know she won’t talk about it” he replied, the boys stayed silent as they walked towards Jared’s trailer, they knew you’d be in here cuddled up to one of his dogs.

They opened the trailer door and walked in to see you curled up next to Sadie lightly stroking her fur, “hey” Jared said softly sitting down on the couch next to you, you continued to stroke Sadie’s soft fur, Jensen knelt down in front of you and brushed some stray hairs away from your face, “y/n, we know something’s wrong, talk to us” he softly spoke, you sighed and looked at them before sitting up, you smiled softly at Sadie who rested her head on top of your thigh.

“Remember Abigail?” You asked them, they nodded their head, “well, I uh... I kinda, like her...” You trailed off slowly, the room was plunged into a silence. The guys looked at each other, “you mean, like like?” Jensen asked, you nodded your head, “is that whats been bothering you?” Jared asked, you nodded your head again, “It’s just--I’m not sure how to deal with this, okay?” You replied lying back down, burying your face into the couch, Sadie’s body blocking it from the guys’ view.

“Y/N, look at us” Jensen spoke softly, you peaked your head up and looked at him, “everything’s going to be okay, feelings are confusing, they’re going to shake you around but at the end of it? You’ll be with somebody who makes you happy, and if you’re happy being with a girl then screw what other people think, you’ll be fine, okay?” he concluded, you smiled lightly and wrapped your arms around his neck, “thanks, Jay” you muttered, you pulled back and leant against Jared, “thank you for always being there for me, honestly I’d be so lost without my big brothers” you smiled at the cheesiness of what you just said, Jared wrapped an arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss on top of your head, “you’re welcome, sweetie. Now come on, we gotta finish filming” he said getting up, you let out a groan and led back down, “I wanna nap” you said tiredly, the guys laughed, “you can nap all you want after the scene is finished, come on” Jensen chuckled whilst pulling you to your feet.

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365daysofj2 · 7 years

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Sand and Stone (J2 AU, 7/?)

Life at home settles into a comfortable routine. Jared gets Jensen set up with a mic and his laptop, and Jensen starts working on a new demo. He practices for an hour and a half and then records for another couple of hours. He also asks Jared to get him some colored pencils and a sketchbook so he can work on a cover. That forces Jared to get in his car so he can drive to the craft store. When he sits down behind the wheel, he can feel the panic hovering just at the edge of his consciousness, like a thick fog. He takes a deep breath and grasps the wheel in one hand and Sadie’s neck in the other. He’s got her belted in a harness in the passenger seat, sporting her work jacket and leash. He takes a deep, shaking breath and turns on the car. The car rumbles to life beneath him. He does the 54321 exercise, focusing on the five things he can see (the steering wheel, the dashboard, Sadie, the clock, and the gearshift lever), four things he can hear (the engine hum, the radio, Sadie’s breath, and his own breath), three things he can smell (the acrid dust from the unused heater, the leather of the steering wheel, and Sadie), two things he can taste (the remnants of coffee on his lips, and the cold air from the vent), and one thing he can touch (the steering wheel). He swallows hard and eases the car away from the curb. He doesn’t encounter much traffic on the way to town, for which he’s grateful, and he parks in the back of the parking lot, away from all the other cars. He and Sadie walk the full length of the parking lot to get to the store, and Jared can feel his heart slowing as he takes slow, deliberate steps. He finds the watercolor pencils Jensen asked for, and buys him a set of sketch pencils besides, just in case. He also buys a large top-bound sketchbook with a black cover and a pencil sharpener that runs on batteries. He knows Jensen will protest that Jared spent too much money on him, because Jensen thinks even a couple dollars is too much, but Jared’s happy to do it. Having Jensen around just adds so much to Jared’s life. He didn’t realize just how much he needed another person in his life. When he moved out of Anaheim, he left behind all the friends he made there, and he hasn’t kept in touch at all. He occasionally talks to his college friends on Facebook, but they’re scattered across the country. Jared pays for the purchase and the young cashier gushes over Sadie. Normally Jared would be annoyed, but this time he just thanks her and promises to give Sadie a few extra pets when he gets home. He smiles at the young woman and leaves the store with a large bag. When Jared gets back to the apartment, the red bandanna that Jared asked Jensen to tie around the doorknob when he’s recording is still in place, so Jared takes Sadie on a small jaunt around the neighborhood. When they get back, the bandanna is gone, so Jared unlocks the door and goes in. Jensen’s sitting in front of the laptop when Jared and Sadie enter. Jared takes off Sadie’s leash and jacket and nods to Jensen. Jensen looks up, startled. “Oh, wow, I didn’t hear you come in.” “You were busy,” replies Jared. He hands over the bag. “I got everything you wanted, and a little more besides.” Jensen opens the bag and goes through it. “You really didn’t have to, but thank you.” Jared grins. “You’re welcome.” He extends a hand. “You want to take a coffee break?” “I think I’d rather take a beer break, if you’ve got any.” Jensen accepts Jared’s hand and lets Jared pull him to his feet. Jared chuckles. “Yeah, I’ve got a six-pack in the pantry and some mugs in the freezer.” Jensen smiles. “Lead the way.” Jared retrieves the frosty mugs from the freezer and opens two beers. He pours them out and hands one to Jensen. “Thanks, man.” “No problem.” Jared sits down at the kitchen table with his own beer. “How’s it going?” Jensen nods. “Not too bad. I’m a little rusty at mixing, but it’s coming back. I think I should be ready to burn them by Wednesday night.” “That’s great!” Jared sips his beer. “Right on time, then. How many copies were you planning to make?” “Just fifteen or twenty to start,” replies Jensen. He takes a long draught of his beer. “If I run out, I run out, but I doubt that’ll happen. I don’t think RJ Claske is going to be that popular.” Jared frowns. “What?” “My stage name,” says Jensen. “RJ Claske. I just rearranged the letters of my real name.” “I don’t even know your real name,” Jared replies softly. Jensen shakes his head. “It’s safer for both of us that way.” “I know,” says Jared, “but I hate that.” Jensen sighs. “I do too, believe me. It’s not a fun way to live.” He looks up at Jared and gives him a halfhearted smile. “But at least I’m not alone anymore.” “No, you’re not.” Jared smiles. “And neither am I.” Jensen sips his beer. “You want to go down to the beach when I’m done? We can take sandwiches and make a night of it.” Jared nods, still smiling. “That sounds great.” He stands up. “I’ve got a box of pasta salad in the cupboard. I’ll get it started.” Jensen finishes his beer. “I’ve gotta get back to it. Thanks for the beer.” “Anytime.” Jared retrieves the box from the pantry, and then steps behind Jensen and and clasps his shoulder. He leans down and kisses him on the cheek while taking his empty mug out of his hand. Jensen grins and tips his head up to kiss Jared’s jaw. That makes Jared grin as well. Jared takes the empty mugs to the sink and washes them out while Jensen goes back to the computer. Jared busies himself with preparing food and listening to the scraps of music that come from the laptop in the living room. Jensen takes his art supplies to the beach with them, and once they’ve eaten and played with Sadie, he pulls out his colored pencils and sketchbook and flips to a blank page. Jared watches as Jensen starts drawing the jetty in sharp, dark lines, and then begins to fill in the colors of the setting sun in both the sky and the water. Jensen blends colors beautifully, skillfully. Jared raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you could draw.” Jensen shrugs. “I’m just playing around.” “It looks really nice,” says Jared. “Thanks,” Jensen says absently, not really sounding like he means it. Sadie flops down beside Jared and he starts petting her as Jensen continues to color. Jared thinks about the great meals Jensen cooks and wonders what other skills he hides because he thinks—or more likely, he’s been told—that his efforts are subpar. Jensen finishes the drawing. “Can I see it?” asks Jared. Jensen reluctantly hands it over. “This is beautiful,” breathes Jared. “You gonna use this for your album cover?” “I might.” Jensen looks out at the ocean, at the sun sinking into the waves, and leans back on his elbows. “It’s so beautiful here. I can barely do it justice.” “No, you really did,” argues Jared, handing the sketchbook back to Jensen. He closes it and sets it aside. “You’re a lot better than you think you are.” Jensen ducks his head. Jared moves to Jensen’s side and puts an arm around his shoulders. “I swear, I’m not just saying that,” he murmurs in Jensen’s ear. “I really think you’re talented. And I hate that you don’t agree.” Jensen shrugs. “It’s just—he put me down so much, I started to believe him. He seemed so much smarter and cooler than me, so I thought he knew what he was talking about.” Jared pulls Jensen close and rests his chin on the crown of Jensen’s head. “Monday morning I’m going to therapy and I want you to come with me.” Jensen hesitates. “Okay,” he finally says, sounding unsure. “And after that, we’re gonna take this—” He taps on the sketchbook cover, “to the print shop and get the covers made.” Jensen nods slightly, mindful of Jared’s head on top of his own. “Sounds good to me.” Jared grins. “Stick with me, kid. We’re gonna make it—together.”

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Snack

J2 x Reader

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: Smut of the oral variety. Fluffy domestic smut. Cuddlefuck? Smuddle? What are we calling that again?

A/N: Today’s smutty quarantine-themed ficlet from the Everything ‘verse. I know a lot of people are having a hard time right now, and I’m not exactly the happiest I’ve ever been either, so I’ve really been enjoying escaping into this lovely peaceful fluffy world of pretty men and excessive orgasms. Not even sorry.

“Makin’ us snacks, you want some?” I call, closing the door behind myself. Jensen shakes his head without looking up from his guitar; he’s been absorbed in a new song all day. I roll my eyes fondly as I head into the kitchen.

I poke around in the cabinets and the fridge, grabbing crackers and cheese. I can see Jared through the window as I wash grapes, and I smile to myself, watching the peaceful expression on his face as he swings lazily back and forth in the hammock.

“I see a snack I want,” comes Jensen’s voice, and when I turn around he’s leaning against the doorframe, looking me up and down pointedly.

“Grape?” I offer. He grins and shakes his head.

“Nah, I’ve got something much better in mind,” he says softly. His eyes are locked on mine, hot and hungry, as he walks toward me. I can’t help but melt when he looks at me like that, and he knows it all too well.

He backs me up against the counter, hands resting gently on my hips, and for a moment he just smiles down at me, afternoon light making his eyes sparkle a bright, gorgeous green. Then he leans in slowly, brushing his lips against mine, coaxing my mouth open with little nibbles and delicate kitten-licks.

The only warning I get is a flash of a mischievous grin before he’s dropping to his knees smoothly. He’s got my button open and my zipper down before I can blink, and then he’s tugging at my shorts and underwear, looking up at me through his lashes and licking his lips. As soon as I step out of them he’s hitching my leg up over his shoulder, nuzzling in with his scruff tickling my inner thigh.

“Fucking shit,” I half-laugh, heat flooding my belly as he drags his mouth down my center, tongue swirling over my clit and then fucking into me shallowly.

I slump back, trying to brace myself with my elbows on the counter, but it’s all I can do to stay upright when he curls two fingers into me, a perfect rough stretch, calluses and thick knuckles sparking a bright, overwhelming wave of friction.

He scissors his fingers and licks between them, and my eyes roll back in my head. His hands are so fucking strong, and he knows exactly how to play my body, pressing his fingers up just right, practiced and sure as if he’s still just strumming his guitar. He fits his lips around my clit and massages it with his tongue, sweet and soft. It’s a perfect counterpoint to the circles of his fingertips against my g-spot, harder and faster with every second, building quick and relentless.

It’s scary how fast it’s all coming on, wild surges of pleasure making me twitch and twist helplessly, my head lolling back on my shoulders, desperate high-pitched moans falling from my lips. I want to ask him to slow down, wait, let me catch my breath, let me find my balance before my knees give out, but all I can manage is a strained, strangled curse.

As if he can read my thoughts, he braces me, pinning my hips back against the cabinets, and I can practically hear him, murmuring those reassurances I’ve heard so many times: I’ve got you, it’s okay, let go.

That’s all it takes. I let go, let him push me over the edge, and I come so hard it feels like being struck by lightning. It zaps through my core and pulses out, my entire body thrumming with it, muscles spasming and shuddering. He draws it out, lips and tongue and fingers pulling wave after shivery wave of pleasure from me, until I’m a shaky, squirming, oversensitive mess.

“Jesus,” I gasp, and he helps me balance as I finally slide down to the floor, legs sprawling out uselessly as I try to catch my breath.

“Call me Jensen,” he quips. We’re both laughing as he kisses me. I can taste myself all over his mouth, and it makes me want more.

I hear footsteps, and Jared’s calling out, “Hey, where’d you… oh.”

“Snacktime,” Jensen says matter-of-factly, and winks at me. “Come and get it.”

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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years

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Three (Bad Ideas) - Part 1 of 3

J2 (pre-J2 x Reader)

Word Count: ~3700

Warnings: Lil guy-on-guy action, but nothing too explicit in this one. Sex pollen/drugs.

A/N: This is (some of) the prequel to Everything. Thanks to @fookinghelljensensthighs for inspiring me to write the story of how they got together, @itmighthavebeenintentional for letting me steal her accidental kisses idea, and to @fangirlxwritesx67 and @thoughtslikeaminefield for their help with edits, suggestions, and flailing. Second half coming soon, I hope.

In Jared’s defense, she takes him by surprise, the first time they meet.

He’s off in a corner, trying to practice his fight choreography, and he’s spacing out, eyes half-closed as he works from muscle memory: punch, duck, pivot. Punch -

“Hey,” Jensen says.

Jensen’s sort of a constant in his life, so it doesn’t catch him off-guard. He keeps on ducking.

Mid-pivot, he catches a glimpse of a pretty face and a nervous smile and wow, okay, he thinks, in the split-second before his feet get all tangled up. Then, suddenly, he’s on his ass and Jensen is laughing.

“Meant to do that,” Jared says quickly, and gives them a grin and some jazz hands. Jensen’s still laughing, the asshole.

“Hey,” she says. “I just wanted to introduce myself, Jensen was showing me around.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jared says, as he scrambles to his feet. “I’m Sam.”

She snorts, and it takes him a second to realize what he just said.

“Fuck, sorry. Jared. I’m Jared. I play Sam.”

“I had no idea,” she deadpans. She sticks her hand out and introduces herself.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to help me with the grand tour,” Jensen says, eyes going all crinkly as he grins. “But… seems like you might need all the practice you can get, huh?”

“Don’t know what you mean, I meant to do that,” Jared grumbles, but Jensen’s already walking away, chuckling to himself.

“See you later, Sam,” she says, grinning over her shoulder as she follows.

He’s pretty sure he’ll just embarrass himself again if he tries to say anything, so instead he just tucks his hair behind his ears and watches them go, smiling in spite of himself. Crushing on a coworker is a bad idea, obviously. It’s not like he’ll ever make a move, but there’s no harm in admiring the view.

“You made it,” Jared says happily. She gives him a sideways hug just as Jensen walks out, waving, and the crowd roars.

“Needed a nap after that last fucking panel,” she says. “This shit is exhausting. But I’ve been told this is kind of a must-see.”

Jared moves over to give her more space, and she peers out the little gap in the curtain.

Jared watches, trying to imagine seeing it through her eyes, seeing Jensen perform for the first time. He’s been able to watch this since the beginning, since before Jensen was really comfortable onstage, and it still surprises him, how charismatic and magnetic and plain old fucking talented he is up there.

Jensen croons something deep and sultry, swaying his hips, and there’s a high-pitched squeal from the crowd. He’s got them wrapped around his fingers. He’s grinning like he knows it, too, like he knows exactly what everybody’s thinking about his hips right now.

Jared sneaks a glance down. Her eyes are wide and her lips are parted, and he tamps down the little flare of jealousy that sparks in his stomach at the obvious attraction on her face. It’s not like he can blame her.

Anyway, they’re coworkers, and he can already tell that she’ll be sticking around; her character was an instant fan favorite. Beyond that, she’s quickly becoming one of his best friends. It’d be stupid to jeopardize that with a crush.

He nudges her gently with his elbow and offers her his bottle of water.

“Looking pretty thirsty there,” he smirks.

She laughs and slaps his hand away. “Fuck off.”

“Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated,” Jared says solemnly.

“Jesus, I’m only human,” she says, and casts a pointed look at the stage.

“Fair enough,” Jared mumbles. Jensen curls his fingers around the mic and leans in close, and they both watch in silence for a moment.

She hip-checks him, looking up with the impish grin that’s becoming so familiar.

“Might want to drink some of that water yourself,” she says softly.

Jared just laughs and rolls his eyes, like the comment isn’t even worth a denial. She’s giggling, but her expression is uncomfortably shrewd. Jared goes back to watching as if nothing is wrong, but he can feel her staring for a few more seconds before she turns back to the stage.

I’m only human, he thinks to himself, and quashes that thought before it can go any further.

“I’m serious, it feels like I’m sick,” Jared grits out. Jensen’s trying to pretend like this is funny, still, but Jared can see the growing concern in his eyes. The room is spinning, and it’s all Jared can do to keep still, to clench his hands in the blankets instead of touching himself. The brush of cotton sheets on his naked skin is enough to make him gasp.

He screws his eyes shut and whispers, “Please.”

There’s silence for a moment, and it feels like the longest fucking moment of Jared’s life. Then he feels the mattress dip next to him.

“Look at me,” Jensen says firmly. He’s dead serious now, forehead creased with worry. “You sure? You don’t want me to just… take you to a hospital?”

Jared shakes his head, jaw clenched tight.

“Shit,” Jensen says. His voice falters in a way that Jared doesn’t hear often, and he wipes a hand over his face, taking a deep breath before continuing: “What do you want?”

“For you to never ever mention this again, if I make it through the night,” Jared snaps, staring at the ceiling because he cannot bring himself to look at Jensen right now. “Jesus, fuck, I don’t - please don’t make me say it, just…”

He used to think about this, sometimes, back in the early days when he’d first met Jensen. In those fantasies it was always so easy to say: I want you to fuck me.

It’s been years since he let himself acknowledge those ideas. He’s spent so long denying the part of him that looks at Jensen as more than a best friend, it’s like his body is rebelling at the idea of changing course now. He’s choking on the words. Then again, this was never part of the fantasies; he was never drugged and dizzy and so strung out on need that it was painful.

“Shit, just… come here, okay?” Jensen says. He scoots closer and gives Jared a sort of sideways hug, head tilted onto Jared’s shoulder.

“Thanks,” Jared whispers. He closes his eyes and tries to breathe. His skin is still screaming, desperate for more physical contact than just Jensen’s arm around his shoulders, but this is so comfortingly normal. He’s surrounded by Jensen’s familiar scent, sweat and cologne, and that, more than anything he could say, convinces Jared it’s all going to be okay.

“You know I’d do just about anything for you, right?” Jensen asks, low and startlingly sincere.

He lifts his head to look at Jared. Just as Jared turns to meet his eyes, Jensen leans in to kiss his cheek. His lips catch the corner of Jared’s mouth instead.

They both flinch away and freeze. Jensen pulls back, pausing with his palm in the center of Jared’s back, warm and grounding. Jared can’t look at him; he stares at a spot just over Jensen’s shoulder instead, thinking, bad idea.

“Fuck it,” Jensen says, and he grabs Jared’s upper arm, holding him in place, kissing him hard enough to bruise.

The relief of it is so intense that Jared just shudders; he can feel the heat of lips and teeth and tongue resonating all the way down to his fucking toes. There’s a split-second of pure shock while he processes that this is actually happening, and then he’s moving before he can think twice, grabbing Jensen clumsily by the front of his shirt and the back of his neck, urging him closer.

Jensen just goes with it, rolling on top of Jared. There’s nothing between them but Jensen’s sweatpants and a fucking sheet, and Jared’s so close already, ready to pop at the rough blunt drag of Jensen’s hips against his dick.

Jared gasps, breaking away from the kiss to pant helplessly, eyes screwed shut, back arching, and Jensen ducks down to kiss his neck instead, his open mouth dragging down the sweaty skin. He slides a hand between Jared’s head and the pillow, and then he’s twisting his fingers into Jared’s hair, tugging, making him tilt his chin up and expose his neck even more. The sting in his scalp sends a bolt of heat through him and he bucks up, making a noise that would be humiliating if he was in his right mind; at the moment, all he can process is the sweet zinging electricity under his skin, buzzing, building, almost unbearable by now.

Jensen rolls his hips, grinding down hard, and at the same time he’s nipping at the sensitive spot under Jared’s ear, working the skin between his teeth and pulling his hair again, and it’s too fucking much. Whatever chemical is coursing through his bloodstream right now is sending Jared’s nervous system into complete fucking overdrive. He can feel it everywhere, tightening up his spine, tugging up from his toes, pressing up behind his eyeballs, and he gives in with a strangled shout, letting his orgasm rush through him.

It’s so sharp and sudden that he’s just paralyzed for a second, wracked with little tremors of electricity, and then it fades out. For a moment, the itch under his skin lets up, and he’s left panting and lying there shaking under Jensen’s weight, loose-limbed and pliant. Jensen rests his forehead against Jared’s, breathing evenly, letting him come down.

Jared manages to peel his eyes open. Jensen’s close enough that he’s out of focus, features blurred, but Jared can see his mouth, slack and shocked. His lips are red and puffy. Jared’s stomach swoops abruptly.

He makes himself loosen his grip on the front of Jensen’s t-shirt. For a second he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Then he thinks fuck it, and cups them around Jensen’s shoulder blades. They’ve always been touchy with each other; this seems like the wrong time to start caring about personal space.

“That was fast,” Jensen deadpans.

Jared counters without thinking about it: “Your face is fast.”

Jensen pulls back enough that they can make eye contact, and his mouth twitches in a smile.

“Well, at least I know you’re still you under the… Viagra of doom. Shitty jokes and all.” His tone is teasing and sarcastic, but Jared can hear the shake in his voice. “Did that do the trick?”

Jared makes a face; he can already feel the insistent ache building again, and he’s still hard, or maybe he’s hard again, whatever.

“Helped, but… no.”

He shifts uncomfortably, wincing at the contact between sticky sheet and oversensitive skin, and then freezes, because it’s not just him who’s hard here; he can feel the length of Jensen’s cock trapped between them. He rocks up and hears the tiny hitch of breath in the back of Jensen’s throat.

Jensen laughs sheepishly and leans in for a quick, tentative kiss. Then he’s shifting, rolling away to lift the edge of the sheet, and Jared grabs at it instinctively, holding it in place.

“I’m, like, really naked under here, dude,” he blurts out.

They stare at each other for a second, frozen, and then they’re both laughing. It’s the sort of sharp hysterical laughter that sticks in Jared’s throat, but at least they’re laughing. Jensen slides under the sheet, eyes pointedly averted.

There’s another of those frozen, uncertain moments where they’re both not quite looking at each other, and then they both reach out at the same time, fast and clumsy and urgent, and it’s less a kiss than a collision.

There’s heat all down Jared’s front where they’re pressed together and his lips are stinging already, feeling swollen and used. Jensen’s got his fingers in Jared’s hair again, tugging just on the good side of painful, triggering sparks that cascade down to collect in Jared’s stomach. He stifles his moan against Jensen’s lips. When Jared ruts forward he can feel Jensen hard against the crease of his thigh, and they both groan in unison. That feverish desperation is mounting again, flaring bright in his gut, making him feel like he could go completely fucking insane just from this.

Jensen pushes him over onto his back, rolling on top smoothly, and he pauses, looking down at Jared all dark-eyed and serious.

“What do you want?”

His voice is low and raspy, sultry like a swirl of honey-woodsmoke-whiskey as it rolls down Jared’s spine, and he doesn’t know how to answer; there are too many answers to that question. His mind is reeling with the possibilities of all the things he’s never dared to imagine before.

But this is his best friend, the single most important person in his life, and there are a million and one ways he could fuck this up, and the potential consequences of that are so massive and world-altering that Jared can’t fucking breathe, and this is a bad idea.

“Stop,” Jensen interrupts, firm and knowing. “Don’t - don’t think about it.”

“Trying,” he says, in a thin, strained voice, as Jensen nips at that spot under his ear. Jared shudders.

Part of him is still panicking. There’s a nasty little voice in the back of his head, hissing things like pity fuck, warning him that when this is over he’s going to have to deal with all those years of repression, and it’s not gonna be pretty.

“Haven’t done this in a while,” Jensen muses, and Jared doesn’t have time to react before he’s shifting back. Jared watches dumbly, watches the muscles of his shoulders moving under creamy freckled skin, as the voice in the back of his head subsides into stunned silence.

Jensen looks up at him with this fierce, focused intensity and says, “Tell me what feels good. I’ve got you.”

“I know,” Jared manages.

Then Jensen’s ducking down and that’s his mouth, hot slippery suction that makes Jared’s eyes roll back, leaving him incapable of thinking anything besides yes, and please, and I trust you.

“Don’t leave us,” she groans dramatically, as Jensen shrugs on his massive February-in-Vancouver coat.

“Don’t get me wrong, I hate leaving you two without adult supervision,” Jensen drawls. “But I’ve got a fucking early call tomorrow.”

“He’s a director now, he can’t socialize with us peasants,” Jared slurs mournfully, and she giggles, eyes sparkling in the low light of the bar.

“Get home safe,” Jensen says.

“It’s two blocks,” she mutters, as he gives her a big bear hug.

“Two blocks in a blizzard, and you couldn’t find the ass end of a horse without a fucking GPS,” Jared teases. When it’s his turn for a hug, he thinks he does a good job of holding his smile in place.

It’s the first time Jared’s gotten this drunk since The Incident, so maybe he’s not being quite as careful as he should about keeping his facial expressions in check, or maybe she’s just perceptive. Either way, she gives him a speculative, bright-eyed look as the door swings shut behind Jensen in a gust of bitingly cold air.

“Next round’s on me,” Jared says, determined to ignore her raised eyebrow.

She glances down at her two-thirds-full glass. The eyebrow goes up even higher.

Jared looks down at his own drink and spares a second to wonder how badly this’ll end before he starts chugging. He downs it all at once and gives her a big cheesy grin.

“Your turn.”

She looks from him to the drink and back again. Then she sighs and gulps it down.

“Like a fuckin’ champion,” she says, slamming the glass on the bar with a wince and a burp. They both laugh.

“Next round’s on me,” Jared repeats, leaning in close with a conspiratorial wink, and he can’t help but scoot his stool a little closer to hers before signaling the bartender. He feels warm and reckless and unbearably fucking fond of her, and in this moment there are very few people he’d rather be blitzed in a dive bar with. With whom he’d rather be blitzed. Whatever.

Well, there’s one person, but he just left.

He’s mid-sip when she says it: “You’re pretty crazy about him, huh?”

When Jared’s done spluttering and snorting and trying to get the Coke bubble feeling out of his nose, he turns to her, and he’s been denying it for so long (to the world, and to himself) that the words are right there on the tip of his tongue. But she’s watching him like she already knows the answer, and he trusts her, and… he just can’t anymore.

“Head over fucking heels,” he says miserably. It’s the first time he’s admitted it out loud.

Until The Incident, he’d told himself it was just attraction, just affection, just a matter of being a human with eyes and a sex drive, because Jensen. Then… Jared still can’t think about it without this visceral gut-punch of blurred memories: Jensen’s teeth sinking into the curve of his neck, Jensen’s fingers bruising his hips, Jensen’s hoarse, shredded moan. The way his skin tasted. The way his mouth felt.

Don’t worry about it. What are brothers for?

It felt like a fucking knife to the gut, the morning after. It sliced him open, leaving him stunned and gasping, and it hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before. Ever since, he’s been trying to stuff those feelings back inside, shove them down deep, and stitch himself back up.

Brothers. Fuck.

He drops his head down to rest on his folded arms and takes a moment to wallow in it, letting out a groan of frustration, before meeting her eyes again.

“Do you want to talk about it, or drink about it?” she asks, shooting him a sympathetic half-smile.

Jared laughs, feeling it bubble up hysterically in his chest, a combination of terror and relief that makes him think he could float away.

“Drinks first, talking later?” he asks. “Fuck, I don’t know. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” she says. “Drinking it is, then. Cheers.”

He can’t really express how grateful he is for her in that moment, so he just raises his glass in a toast and says, “Cheers to you. You’re my favorite.”

Things get a little blurry, after that. Jared remembers drinking, laughing until his stomach hurts, drinking some more… he remembers the flash of her smile and the way the light makes it look like she’s glowing from the inside.

It’s not until last call that the subject comes up again, and by that time, they’re full-on shithoused; Jared can see her clearly, but it’s hard to focus on anything else.

“Am I obvious? Like, does everybody fucking know? I thought I was… stealth. Stealthy,” he slurs.

“I’m just really fucking smart,” she says, and giggles. “Nah, I pay attention. To the important shit. To you. I don’t think anybody else knows.”

Jared flags down the bartender for their check. He asks for two glasses of water, while he’s at it, which they sip for a minute in silence, both lost in thought.

Jared’s not sure he wants to hear the answer, but he asks: “Does he know?”

“I can’t tell. He’s a little harder for me to read, I guess. Y’know. The whole… his face. He’s better at hiding. Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” Jared says. He makes finger guns to illustrate his point, and winks when he aims them her way, and she rolls her eyes.

“Dork. What makes you think he doesn’t feel the same way?”

He’s replayed the moment in his mind so many times, at this point, that the memory shouldn’t hurt any more, but it fucking does. He remembers Jensen’s easy smile, the don’t worry about it, the hug, let’s just forget about it, okay?

Jared shrugs morosely. “I fuckin’ know he doesn’t.”

“If that’s true, he’s a lot dumber than he looks,” she says firmly, and slaps her palm down on the bar like she’s a judge with a gavel. “C’mon, let’s go.”

She slides sideways off her stool and stumbles, and Jared grabs her arm to steady her.

“Oops. First day with my new feet. Thanks.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles. “Jesus, just… c’mere.”

She fits. She fits perfectly in his arms, sweet and soft and warm, and now that he’s touching her, he doesn’t want to stop. She’s not pulling away either, though; she’s squeezing him close, and she nuzzles her cheek against his chest like there’s nowhere in the world she’d rather be.

When she does start to move away, it’s just a few inches, enough that she can tilt her chin up and meet his eyes. She beams at him.

There’s a voice in the back of his head screaming bad idea, but he’s drunk and she’s beautiful and Jared can’t tear his eyes away from her lips. Bad idea. He thought he’d gotten over this crush, he really did. Bad idea, because he’s not sure he could live with himself if he screwed up this friendship. Bad idea, but he’s leaning in anyway, because when has bad idea ever stopped him?

Then she’s got her hand on his chest, not pushing him away, not stepping back, just holding him at a distance. She doesn’t even shake her head. There’s something strange in her eyes, almost like disappointment.

“Don’t pretend like I’m the person you want right now,” she whispers. She gives him a rueful attempt at a smile. Then she’s stepping back, grabbing her coat from the hook under the bar.

But you are, Jared thinks, dazed, and then remembers: Jensen.

“Shit,” he says miserably, knuckling at his eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m such a fucking asshole.”

“No harm done.” She winds her scarf around her neck, swaying slightly on her feet. “You remember how to get home, right? Cause I sure as fuck don’t.”

He laughs helplessly, struggling to get his coat on, and says again, “You’re my favorite.”

Second part of this is HERE!