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rainydayandmondays · 4 months

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...in case, I stand one little chance...

Summary: New Year’s Eve shouldn’t be for charity galas. Or at least that’s what Andy believes. Good thing he can see you when he gets home.

Pairing: Andy Barber X Reader, Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. Explicit language, explicit sexual content, male masturbation, fingering (female receiving), voyeurism, Daddy kink, slight non-con, unprotected sex

Author’s Note: Our third holiday in the Holidays with Andy series. And when I told you that Andy was not too happy about this one, well...

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Andy watched as everyone made their way around the venue making small talk with people they honestly couldn’t care less about. He sipped at the glass of champagne being passed around. But he could really go for something harder right about now.

Laurie had invited him tonight. It was the Children’s Cottage charity gala. They had really gone all out this year. Some last-minute donors had really shelled out the cash this time. Probably looking for an easy tax write off. Either way, Laurie had spent the last couple of weeks completely enveloped in putting on the best gala. Something about money attracts money. Big gala meant big donations. Or at least that’s what she had said as she laid out his suit for the night.

Andy was itching to get a way. He had done his due diligence for the night. Had showed up, providing the loving, doting husband routine as they walked into the venue. However, it was not but thirty minutes before Laurie was pulled away to schmooze with some potential donors. She left Andy to fend for himself as he looked around the event area. Somewhere along the way, he had been cornered by one of the farther leaning conversative attendees. Once they found out about his job, the man couldn’t help but to drone on about the need to tighten up on crime. Mind you, Andy was pretty sure this man lived behind a gate with a driveway that took at least ten minutes to drive up. What possible crime would he know about?

Breaking free from the conversation under the guise of refilling his drink, Andy decided to loiter by the bar for the remainder of the night. He was sure at some point Laurie would find him, until then, he would wait out, switching the champagne for something harder.

Halfway into his glass of whiskey, he felt his phone go off in his pocket. Turning towards the bar, he took it out to see the pop-up notification from his favorite app. There was movement detected. He smiled, you must have made it home and before midnight.

Andy hadn’t seen you after your Secret Santa exchange. You having taken the week off from work, he had missed seeing you flit through the office. Seeing you pour your third cup of coffee for the day in the breakroom as you talked about your New Year’s plans. He knew you would celebrate it. Holidays seemed to be too big a deal for you not to.

No, there hadn’t been any sight of you for a whole week. Well, except for his camera. There, he had seen so much of you. In the short week that it had been up, Andy was able to discover a lot about you. He had made sure to set up the motion detected notifications the day after that first night. Wearing subdued clothing to work, at home you preferred satin nighties and pajama sets. He imagined you preferred the softness against your skin. In the mornings, you would wake up and start blasting 80’s music as you danced around your room, getting ready for the day. He didn’t know he could love Bon Jovi so much being an AC/DC fan himself. But something about you lip-syncing to Dead or Alive as you made your bed had that song stuck in his head for the rest of the week.

At night, well at night were the best times. That’s when the other you came out. The you, you had shown that night whispering out for daddy as you ground against your pillow. He still hadn’t recovered from learning about your kink or the fact that it could work you up so much to squirt. But then again, daddies always know how to get their good girls there. True, at night, his sweet girl became his good girl. He watched and listened as every night you found a way to get yourself off. Whether you rode yourself to orgasm or tried with your small fingers to finger yourself there, he watched.

It always started with the headphones first, some audio you listened to that never failed to get you where you needed to go. He finally heard it Friday night when your earbuds lost their connection. He watched as you frantically tried to re-pair the headphones as a man’s voice filtered through your room telling you exactly what to do. At first, the thought of another man pulling those noises from you, even a disembodied voice, made his hair stand on end. However, if it meant that his sweet girl could get her release, then so be it.

Staring down at the notification, Andy debated opening the app now to see what you might be doing. It was still relatively early for any nighttime performances, but it might be the right time for your after-shower routine. Making his decision, Andy downed the rest of his drink, before turning to head towards the restroom. He wasn’t sure exactly where Laurie was, but given the night, she was probably still sucking up to another donor.

Phone in hand, he started to pull up the app when he rounded the corner to the bathrooms. Pushed against the men’s room, he saw his wife gripping some random’s neck as said rando had their face buried in her collarbone and his hand up her skirt. The little whimpers escaping her mouth and the squelches coming from beneath her skirt left little to the imagination about what was going on in the corner of the venue. Watching the scene unfold, Andy’s face tightened, and his jaw creaked as he bared down.

“Andy?!”

Finally noticing her audience, his wife gasped out his name, urging the guy’s hand from under her dress. She tried to right herself, as her comically wide eyes looked at him to determine just how fucked up the situation was.

Letting out a dry chuckle beneath his breath, he only stared back before calmly stating, “I’ll be in the car.”

As he made his way back through the venue, he could hear Laurie calling out to him. She only stopped once they hit the main area. She couldn’t risk making a scene. She had donors to think about.

“Jake!”

You looked up from your bed, where you had perched with a few pillows against the headboard. The night was slowly closing in on its midnight deadline and you had spent it watching the Twilight Zone marathon on TV. Jake had introduced it to you in one of the first years of your friendship. Neither of you had really been up to going to any local parties. In fact, the idea of meeting up with high school acquaintances, all home from college and pretending that college had somehow changed them in the 4 months they had been gone, sounded exhausting. Rebuffing any invitation you received, it was Jake’s late-night text asking you to come over, that won out. Laying on his parents’ basement couch, you had rung in the new year with Rod Serling and a boy who was slowly becoming your best friend.

Since then, you have made it a tradition to watch the marathon together to celebrate the New Year. When Jake had gone out on his latest mission, you know it was a possibility that he may miss out this year. In all the time you had known each other, you had only missed your tradition when he gone off to bootcamp. But even then, he had sent you a play-by-play commentary as you watched together through chat.

Now he had been gone since before Christmas, your last call the night you had shared your amazing news about school. You had gotten mad at him for not reacting the way you had hoped. Jake had always supported you in everything you did. When the last year of school almost took you out with the last of your criminal justice classes, he had stayed up with you to quiz you. And when you brought home the A’s, that he promised you would get, he gave you your nickname. The LSASTs came and he sat at your kitchen table as you reviewed each section of the exam over and over again. He made sure that you had a continuous drip of coffee until you ultimately crashed and he carried you to your couch to sleep. Reading out your final score, he had stood by with your parents, grabbing you and repeatedly telling you ‘I told you so.’ Then when your mom had gotten sick, he held you as you decided to put your law school dreams on the backburner. He rocked you and whispered that it wasn’t for forever. That was the Jake you expected it.

Thinking over it afterwards, you had kicked yourself about being short with him. Jake had always been there for you, watched over you. He had just been preoccupied with the mission, calling you from his motel room. He sent you a text later that night to let you know that all communication was going dark and he would talk to you as soon as possible. On Christmas, you shot him a text with a picture of your family’s Christmas tree lighting up the dark living room and a simple Merry Christmas.

But now, here he stood in your doorway, shuffling towards your bed while he closed the door behind him.

“Hey Ace.”

Taking a seat on your bed, you brought up your legs to make room for him and the gift bag in his hands.

“How are you here?”

“The mission finished.” He replied, grabbing hold of your socked foot and rubbing circles into the sole of it.

“But I thought you said…��

“I may have told them I had an important date to keep,” He interrupted you, squeezing your foot as he looked up at you, “Besides Hooch’s wife made him promise to be back for New Year’s.”

He watched as you smiled back at him. There was that smile. He had missed it while he was gone. Most missions were never easy for him, but you always made sure to see him off with a smile and well wishes. This last one hadn’t been the same as the memory of your displeased face popping up as he carried out his comms duty. He hadn’t meant to make you angry. It was only after receiving your Christmas tree photo that he knew may be all had been forgiven.

Driving back from the meet up site, he had rushed to grab a gift bag from his sister’s place, dropping all his bags at hers and heading out to you. His sister, used to his antics when it came to you, had met him at the door, hugging him quickly and handing him the gift bag with tissue paper ready. Outside your house, he had shoved the gift into the bag, noting the time on the car’s clock and knowing you had to be deep into their annual marathon. Knocking on the door, your mom greeted him, and he noticed she seemed to have a healthier glow about her. She welcomed him with the same genuine smile you had, before pointing to your room upstairs.

“Are you going to tell me what you have hidden behind your back?”

He smirked, grabbing at the bag and handing it to you. You made quick work of the tissue paper on top before reaching down and pulling at your gift. Holding it in your hands, you looked at the white sweatshirt with Boston College scrawled across the front.

“I am happy for you, Ace. You of all people deserve this.” He whispered waiting for your reaction when he saw you starting to chew on your lip. Your eyes lifting and tears lining each lid. He was pretty sure he did it right this time, but waiting for you to say something had his anxiety spiking. Nervously pushing up his glasses, he waited.

“Jake.”

Only hearing his name, he barely had time to brace himself as you threw yourself at him. His arms taking hold of your waist as you slung yours around his neck.

“Merry Christmas, Ace.”

He felt you squeeze him harder at his utterance of your nickname. Slowly backing away from him, you sniffled before leaning over to your beside table. A sparkly red gift with gold ribbon came into view, as you placed it in front of him.

“Merry Christmas, Jake.”

He smiled ripping into the wrapping paper and box. Inside he found Baby Yoda staring up at him talking about protecting and snacking, smirking to himself, he looked up at your expectant face.

“You like it?”

“I love it.” He replied draping it against his chest to model it for you, before pulling on neckline of the shirt he was wearing.

He hadn’t had a chance to really change and had opted to spray as much of Axe body spray on himself to cover the smell of travel. Pulling the old shirt over his head, he got a small whiff of it and was surprised you hadn’t mentioned anything when you hugged him. The shirt fully settled he caught the last bit of you pulling your sweatshirt down, a small glimpse of your belly making him clear his throat.

“So, have they shown To Serve Man yet?”

“Not yet. You know that the classic episodes are saved for actual New Years Day.” You explained as you pulled the duvet away for him to climb in next to you.

Watching the clock over the TV, he saw that you were only a couple of minutes out from midnight. But despite your best efforts, you fell asleep about an hour ago. Somehow inching your way onto his lap, you had snuggled close to him with his hand making its way to rest along your waist. It hadn’t been a conscious thought to do so and yet here he was. Short little puffs of air hitting his thighs, just under your clasped hands. He enjoyed the sense of calm the position had brought the both of you, before stroking your shoulder.

“Ace, you need to wake up. It’s almost time.”

He felt you shift, moving to turn your head towards his stomach. The little puffs of air now danced along the bottom edge of the Mandalorian t-shirt you had gifted him a few hours earlier.

“Ace, come on. You don’t want to miss it.”

At that your eyes blinked open to stare up at him. A sleepy smile stretching the corners of your mouth, as you moved up to lean against him instead.

Switching the TV to show the ball dropping in New York, the roar of the crowd echoed through your bedroom.

“5…4…3…2…1. Happy New Year, Ace.” He quietly spoke the countdown, his chin resting on top of your head as you held onto his arm.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He felt your whisper along his arm, your hand running down to hold his hand.

He interlaced your fingers, giving a firm squeeze in response. He was over the moon to be here. The two of you were able to complete you tradition one more year. If he was lucky, he’d be able to spend many more with you.

“I’m sorry about last time. I shouldn’t have been mad at you. You were just looking out for me.”

He felt tears before he heard the sniffling. This was the second time that you were crying tonight. However, this was for a much worse reason. Grabbing onto your chin, he lifted it to see your big eyes filled with tears, “I will always look out for you.”

Your watery smile seemed to stem any additional tears as you nodded. Starting to lean back, he tried to resettle the two of you from the small break in the bubble you had created.

“One day you won’t. One day you’re going to meet an amazing woman and she’s going to make you so happy. She’ll be the one you look out for. Not me.”

The way your voice seemed to get smaller as your confession continued, made something in him ache. He wasn’t sure where all these questions about his feelings about you came from. He wouldn’t let you think that somehow, he felt so little about you.

“There will never be a time where I don’t look out for you. Where I don’t care about you. Because I can’t not. I can’t not care about you. I can’t not…” He caught himself before finishing his thought. He couldn’t go there with you. Couldn’t risk it. Closing his eyes, he opened them to find you staring back at him.

“Can’t not what, Jake?” He shook his head, swallowing hard to avoid answering your question, “Jake, can’t not what?”

Feeling the bed shift, he watched as you climbed into his lap, your pajama shorts riding up, as you stared at him straight on. Your hands came up to cradle his face, stopping him from looking anywhere other than you.

“Tell me.”

The drive home had been frosty with little to no talk being had. Getting into the car, Laurie had thankfully picked up on the fact that there was little to be said. He had caught her right out and no spinning of the truth could change that. Pulling into the driveway, Andy was glad that they had okayed Jacob to spend New Year’s at some classmate’s party. He couldn’t see this going any other way but ugly once safe in their home.

Accusations started the moment inside. The lone overhead light from the kitchen island was the only thing illuminating the house when Laurie let out her vitriol.

It wasn’t her fault.

He was never there.

Work was more important than either of them.

The image of the perfect family was what he wanted. Not an actual family.

He couldn’t expect something to last if he was never there to take care of it.

He stood cross-armed against the counter, letting his wife have her say. He watched her let everything out, her words becoming more strained as she continued. She didn’t touch what she had done tonight. Save from pleading again how it wasn’t her fault. Once she calmed to a simmer, realizing that he wouldn’t be rising to her level, he felt the need to answer.

“You’ve been different. Happier for a few months. I would say that’s probably around the time it started. Maybe it started with a few compliments, a flirtatious quip during a meeting. It probably developed from a woe is me, my husband doesn’t love me anymore diatribe where the fucker saw his chance. It could have happened in a few ways. I don’t know.” He started slowly uncrossing his arms and approaching her.

Her mouth was in line, presumably getting ready for another round of denial, when he continued.

“But what I do know, is that you never really loved me. No, we were a means to an end for each other. What I know is that I’m not the only one that has cared about appearances. What I know is that this would be a slam dunk, fault-based divorce on the grounds of adultery. Given tonight’s events, there’s going to be more proof somewhere. And what I know is that your reputation would never recover. There’s got to be a morality clause somewhere in your contract with Children’s Cottage.”

He saw her confidence start to fade. The righteous anger she had built up with her tirade diminishing as he kept talking. She didn’t have a leg to stand on and he would make sure she knew.

“But you see, what I know is that I don’t have the desire to deal with that. So, this is what’s going to happen, we’re going to finish this for tonight. Come next week, you will end whatever this little thing is. Or at least give the illusion that it’s ended. We will put up the pretense of trying to make it work for Jacob’s sake. But this will end. A non-contested divorce. Just another New England marriage falling victim to irreconcilable differences. That is what I know. And now, that is what you know.”

Leaving her in the kitchen, he drowned out the small whimpers she made as she tried to collect herself. What’s done was done and there was nothing more for it. Entering his office, he threw his overcoat on the small loveseat in the corner, before sitting at his desk. He waited to hear her steps overhead before pulling out his iPad and setting it up on the stand he bought earlier this week.

His marriage may be ending, but he still had you. His sweet girl that loved every holiday with equal passion. That didn’t seem to be touched by the darkness in the world. That had done nothing but shine a light into his life. His sweet girl, that should be right about now becoming his good girl.

Logging into the camera’s app, he waited for the feed to load as he started to unbutton the collar and cuffs of the overly starched shirt, Laurie had insisted he wear.

“Damn it, Ace”

“Tell me, please.”

As the feed fully came up, he heard his sweet girl talking to someone. Someone distinctly male sounding. Looking at the camera, he zoomed in on the image of her straddling someone. Her hands were gripping the guy’s neck, as he watched them leave heated bite marks along her neck.

“Sweet girl. Not you too. You wouldn’t do this to me too.” He whispered into the darkness of this office. He could feel the urge to be mad. To reach through the computer and punch the guy currently nibbling on his sweet girl. Pawing at her like he had any idea of what to do for her.

Rubbing at his chin, he leaned forward on his desk, his breath puffing out over his clasped hands. He wouldn’t have this. Not tonight. Not ever. He fought the anger building up when he heard your gasp. Focusing back on the scene, he watched you start to rock on the lap of your stranger. Your hips rolled in that practiced way he had memorized from before. You had switched your pillow for this man.

“God damn it, Ace. Say that you want this.”

“Jake.”

Jake. That goofy sidekick friend you had introduced him to on Thanksgiving, was the one you were currently grounding against. How could he possibly know what to do for you? What to give you? There’s no way he would be able to handle what you needed.

“Take it out.”

The little moan you gave at Jake’s words had Andy ears perking up again. He knew that moan, that was your happy moan. The moan you made as you slipped into the lovely sub headspace. He had heard that moan from you throughout this week. Each time signaling to him that you were becoming his good girl.

He watched as you fussed with something in front of you. He assumed it was your friend’s pants and zip. It was confirmed when a groan was let out by Jake. He was glad to not be able to see what exactly you might be holding onto. He could barely stomach that you had chosen to ring in the New Year’s this way. But despite himself, he couldn’t stop watching. Maybe he needed to know exactly what you do when it wasn’t just a disembodied voice with you. Or maybe he just needed to know that despite Jake’s best efforts, he would fail at giving you what daddy could.

You continued your slow grind against him and he watched as a pair of hands came around, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. Your satin pajama shorts rode up higher and Andy wasn’t sure how much stretch they were going to give you. You pushed your ass back into his hands and Andy knew you were begging for a swift slap to each cheek. Instead, Jake just gripped them tighter, massaging each. You let out a small whimper at that before doubling down on your grind.

He knew that squeeze wasn’t what you needed. He watched as Jake’s fingers finally made their way under the hem of your shorts. Andy was able to clock the exact moment when Jake figured out that you wore nothing under those sleep shorts.

“Ah fuck, Ace.”

“Please.”

Hearing you beg gave him what he needed. Up to this point, he had spent most of the time judging Jake’s handling of you. Comparing what he might do, knowing what he would do would be better. But the sweet sound of you pleading, woke up the part of him needing to serve you. Give you what you need. He swore it was Pavlovian. He adjusted in his seat, rubbing at himself through his dress pants.

“What does my sweet girl need?”

He watched as Jake’s hand grew bolder, fingers inching further under her shorts, until his sweet girl’s back arched. Zooming in, Andy followed the fingers moving in and out of his girl’s pussy. A wet spot was growing in the crotch of her shorts, and he knew if Jake would hold out a little longer, she would let go for both of them.

“Those fingers are so much better than your little ones, aren’t they sweet girl? Thicker. Are you squeezing them, sweetheart? Show us how tight it is. Come on, I know you’re almost there.”

Unzipping his pants, Andy dove his hand into his boxer briefs, grabbing onto himself. It had only been a few minutes of watching her and he was already dripping, creating a nice, healthy wet spot in these damn suit pants. Pulling at the waist of them, he pulled them down as he grabbed at his button-down shirt. Leaving just the bottom two buttons undone, the shirt tails splayed around his cock. The pink head standing between the edges of his shirt, as he dribbled onto hem of each side.

“Jake, I’m…”

“Shit, I know. I can feel it. Ah fuck, Ace I can feel it. It’s so tight.”

“No shit, you can feel it. You better give it to her. Don’t fucking dare leave her hanging.”

Andy watched as your hips finally stuttered and you reached back to grip Jake’s hands. His finger stopped moving beneath your shorts, while you laid your head against his shoulder.

“No! You have to keep going for her.” Andy brought a fist down on his desk as he saw the wet spot grow on your shorts. But nowhere to the point it should be. You could go so much further. He would have gotten you there.

“Ace, I gotta…”

“Yes, Jake.”

That small acquiescence was all Jake needed to flip the both of you over. Balancing over you, Jake shoved his pants and boxers down, kicking them off the edge of the bed. Still slightly blissed out from already cumming, you let Jake grab at your shorts for you, followed shortly by your sweatshirt. As Jake moved to throw your clothing, Andy caught a glimpse of your glistening pussy, all puffy and coated with your juices. Andy had been letting himself bob freely, deciding he wouldn’t cum until you did. But now, seeing this, having the image of you completely bared to him. Fuck, if he didn’t have to pinch at the base of himself. It had been a while since he had cum hands-free. But if it were to happen for him again, it would be with you.

“Jake, please. I need it.”

You had reached down, dipping a finger inside yourself before pulling it up to push back your little hood.

“Fucking Christ. Are you that needy, little one? You just came and already need something inside you again?”

“Shit, Ace. You can’t do that to me.”

Andy shook his head at your friend. How was he ever going to keep up with you? You haven’t shown half of what you could do. Of what you wanted. What you cried out for as you rode your own fingers. Your legs came to hook behind Jake’s ass and that seemed to be what he needed to finally sink into you.

He could hear the little whimper that left you after Jake slide in, your legs tensing under his ass, as you got used to the stretch. Taking full advantage of the 10X zoom, Andy gawked at your lips hugging onto Jake. Fluttering a little, as they stretched around him.

“My sweet girl, look at you stretched out. She can barely hold onto him. That’s okay, she’s not used to it. We can teach her.”

Taking himself in hand, Andy mimicked the pace Jake set. Poor boy was barely holding on. He was grinding into you, with his face buried in your neck. He wasn’t even sure that he would last long enough for you to get there a second time. Andy couldn’t have it. Even if it was another man sliding into you, daddies always took care of their good girls.

“Come on my sweet girl. Daddy needs you to cum. You’re daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Ace, shit, how are you tighter?”

Andy tightened his hold on himself, activity thrusting into his fist at your response to him. He knew you just needed a little coaxing. The okay to let yourself go. He watched you lose yourself, your grip on Jake spasming as your nails scratched at his back.

“There you go little one. Look at the mess you’re making. Fuck, keep squeezing him. Let him know exactly how good you are.”

“Fuck, Ace.”

He watched Jake quickly pull from your hold and finish himself on your tummy. It splattered against your skin and Andy had to wonder how long it had been for the kid. Or maybe this was just the hold you had on men. You could draw the very souls out of them.

He stroked himself, watching you both come down, your little mewls the only thing keeping him going. Your pussy was still twitching as more of you leaked onto the bed, while Jake tried to get himself together. Leaning back, Andy played at his balls, pulling on them trying to join you in that post haze bliss. Closing his eyes, he replayed your pussy stretched out around the cock being shoved into you. The sweet noises you made when given his permission.

“Mmm daddy.”

Andy’s eyes whipped open at that. He had let you have fun with your friend, but he be damned if you called him daddy. Looking at the feed, he saw that Jake had left the room, presumably to get a towel to clean up. You were still spread out on your bed, your legs relaxed open, while your fingers played with the spend left on your stomach. Taking a scoop onto your middle finger, Andy’s pupils blew black, as you licked it from your fingers.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m here. You’ve missed it haven’t you. God, I swear to you I’ll figure out a way to give it to you again. Keep licking sweet girl. Keep licking…”

He lost it. This time he didn’t even have time to aim. The half hours’ worth of edging ended with the bottom of his dress shirt soaked. Looking down at it, he smirked thinking of Laurie finding it in the laundry later.

Sitting back in his chair, he watched as Jake came back in, gently cleaning you. Grabbing his hand, you directed him back to the bed, for him to cuddle in behind you. Andy sighed. It seemed that maybe Jake was more of an obstacle than he had originally given him credit. But it was your daddy you had called out for, not Jake. And that Andy could work with.

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When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 9

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 5,300

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N- Back at a convention we go. Someone lets the cat out of the bag here with the breakup. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural. Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns. Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right? While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere. Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Turns out you really didn’t have a lot of time to think things over once you returned home. Jared was at the studio, and Gen had her hands full with a wild child and a smelly dog. You leave her with Tom and take Sadie outside for a bath. When you come back inside Tom wants you to play with him.

Jared comes home with your script for the first episode, they had to rework a few things for it. Before bed you spend some time reading it over and making notes for yourself.

When you wake up and go down to a late breakfast on Thursday, Gen starts asking about your flight.

“What flight?”

“Aren’t you flying out today, so you can be there all day tomorrow?”

“What are you…OH CRAP THE CONVENTION!”

Jared comes back from his run just as you finish yelling. “What happened?” he asks, looking between you and his wife before you are dashing from the room.

“I think she forgot it was convention weekend, and that she is supposed to leave today,” Gen tells her husband.

“Got it.”

After a quick shower you are running around your room picking out clothes. Someone knocks and you holler at them to come in. Gen walks in looking at the clothes thrown on the bed and the open bathroom bag on the dresser.

“Do you have anything around for this weekend yet?”

“Um, no. Do you remember ever seeing con pictures of me in this top?” you ask her, holding up a black dress shirt.

“Yes, but only because there is a picture of us together, I have.”

“Crap.” Throwing that in the no pile you move back to the closet.

“What time is your flight?”

“4:15, should probably leave here around 1:30. Which is oh, about two hours away now,” you reply with a grimace.

“What can I do to help?” she asks.

“My bathroom travel things are in the bathroom cabinet. I hope. I don’t know why I unpacked that stuff. Could you throw it in the travel bag please? There should be hair crap, body wash, face cream, lotion. Whatever makeup is on the counter. Oh and toothbrush and paste. Will definitely need those, no one wants to get close to the girl with morning breath.”

Finally figuring out 2 outfits for the days you are there, and one for karaoke, you run out to the pool building to grab your swimsuit. You never know if you will have time for a swim, but you would rather have it with you and not use it than leave it at home and have free time. Throwing in some workout clothes and pajamas you are finally good to go. You pack your carryon bag with your wallet, computer, headphones, a book and some snacks.

Thirty minutes later your bags are sitting by the bedroom door. “Okay, I think I’m good to go.”

“Only a small tornado left in your wake.”

Raising an eyebrow you look at Gen, not sure what she means. She points her finger around your room and you look with a groan. You currently have more clothes on the bed and floor than are likely in the closet.

“I’ll help you pick ‘em up.”

Half an hour later the room is back together and you won’t have to worry about it when you get home Saturday night.

“Gen, I ever told you you are a lifesaver?” You ask your sister-in-law as you walk out of your room.

“Eh, it’s been awhile,” she jokes with you. “But I’m happy to help.”

Taking your things downstairs, you find Tom and Jared on the living room floor building with legos.

“Aunt Y/N, wanna build with us?”

“I can for a few minutes.”

“Are you leaving again?”

“Yeah, I’m off to Orlando, Florida this time.”

“Where’s that?”

“East of here,” he just looks at you, “not that that means anything to you.”

He turns to his dad, “are you leaving too?”

“Saturday morning bud. That’s in two days, and I’ll be gone for two days.”

“You’re flying out in the morning?” you question.

“Yeah, figured I’d come a little earlier. They moved some of our stuff around to get more in on Saturday since you won’t be there Sunday.”

“Oh, thanks for doing that. Sorry you had to.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

After spending a few minutes building a Lego town, you all break for lunch before Jared drives you to the airport. He tells you to have a safe trip and gives you a hug before getting back in the car and taking off.

Once you clear check-in and security, you walk around the familiar space, before sitting down and pulling out your book. It’s finally time to board and you are ready for takeoff. You’re a little nervous about how this weekend is going to go, and the sooner it’s over with the better.

After collecting your luggage at the Orlando airport, you look around for Mike and finally see him hurrying through the doors. You wave at him to get his attention, he slows a little but is still moving quickly.

“Sorry, traffic was a lot worse than I thought it would be.”

“It’s no problem, I just got my bag. How are you doing?”

“I’m good, thanks. How about you?”

“I’m fine.”

The trip to the hotel took longer than usual also. Mike was right about the current traffic. While the convention and most of the guests were staying at the Doubletree Hotel, they had the cast at Embassy suites. It was a few minutes away, but not too bad.

Mike had your hotel key with him, and asked if there was anywhere you needed him to stop before dropping you off. You told him no, and he went right to the hotel.

You found your way up to the room without any problem. It’s close to 9, and your stomach is grumbling. You head down to the cafe in the hotel before it closes to grab something for dinner. The dining area is in the middle of the main floor.

Looking up you can see the walkways on every floor around it. Instead of sitting at the bar, you grab a table off to the side. While you are picking at your sandwich, two hands clamp down on your shoulders and whisper “gotcha.”

You can’t help but scream out.

“Oh shit, way to go Bri,” Kim says as she sits down across from you.

You hold up your hand and repeat, “sorry, sorry,” to those still dining around you. At least this late there aren’t too many people around.

Briana sits down next to you and picks a fry out of your half eaten basket, “sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t even see you two walk in.” You look at the pajamas they’re wearing, “how was the pj party?”

“It was good. Lots of fun, like usual,” Kim tells you.

“Yeah, I get alcohol in there now, it’s fuckin great,” Bri agrees.

“So what are you doing here so early?” Kim asks.

“I had to change my schedule around because I can’t stay on Sunday.”

“Oh something exciting going on? Has to be to pull you away from Jay,” Briana questions.

“Not really exciting, I just have to leave Saturday.”

The girls look at each other, then back at you. “You aren’t telling us something. We’ll let it go for now, but we will get it out of you,” Kim says in her best Carrie Martin voice.

“Okay, mom.”

Thankfully, they change the subject and talk about what has been going on with themselves the last few weeks. You are pretty vague when it comes to yourself. Before long, you are all calling it a night and heading up to your respective rooms.

The beeping of your alarm wakes you Friday morning, with a groan you get up to start your day. It’s early enough, you can make your way to the second floor where the outdoor pool is located. Hopefully a few laps will help you wake up. Back in the room you go through your morning routine of making yourself presentable for all the photo ops you will have. Your cell notifies you of an incoming text, letting you know Mike is on his way.

He drops you off at the convention hotel, at one of the back entrances. Chelsea is waiting for you at the door.

“Hey!” you greet her with a hug before moving inside. “Nice to see you again.” You never know who your handler will be until you arrive at the conventions. You work with Chelsea a lot, but it’s not uncommon to have one of the other girls. As long as it’s not Victoria, you’re good.

She hands you a coffee and starts going over your schedule on the way to the green room. First up on the schedule is a 10 am Meet and Greet (M&G). She leads you down when it gets closer and takes her seat in the corner as you greet the fans and answer the questions.

As that half an hour winds down, Adam Fergus comes in the side door. “Someone’s got an early start to her day. I don’t usually see you around this early.”

“Yeah, my schedule is a little off this weekend. I’m guessing if you’re here then our time is up.” With a frown you turn to the group of fans. “I had a lot of fun with you all, thank you.”

You wave to them as everyone gets up and they are being led to the exit. Walking over to Adam you give him a hug in greeting, you don’t have time to catch up because his M&G group is being brought in.

Back in the green room they have some pictures for you to sign. You hear DJ Qualls take the stage for the first panel. Julian Richings, has the second. He doesn’t make it to many conventions, so it is always nice to see him. You mentally make a note that you want to get a picture with him before he leaves.

You have various photo ops, and a panel with Kim and Briana later in the afternoon. After the day programing wraps up, a good two hours of autographs. It’s a little after 6, by the time you are finished. Bri and Kim are already done, Adam and David are also finishing up, everyone else is gone. A group text had gone out earlier about ordering dinner to be delivered to the hotel tonight. As the three of you get in the car to go back to the hotel, Bri lets you all know it’s on the way now and there are some tables by the pool where you can all eat.

Arriving back at the hotel, the three of you all head to your rooms to change before meeting them for dinner. You throw your suit on under your clothes, and head to the outdoor pool area.

Rich is still at the convention center for Dick chat, but you, Kim, Bri, David, Adam, DJ, Julian and Sam Smith are all back at the hotel. Conversation flows a little more freely when there isn’t anyone else around. They do have some questions about Jensen and his new suit you have to field.

“Did you get to see him in that suit when you were in Toronto?” Kim asks.

“What she really wants to know is, did you get to do him in that suit?” Bri interjects, and the guys all groan.

“No, I never made it to set, they keep things pretty tight up there,” you tell them.

“Yeah they do. Suit couldn’t have been much tighter.”

“Not what I meant Bri.”

“Has he told you any behind the scenes secrets?” Sam asks.

“Nope, I know probably as much as you guys do.”

You do your best to turn the conversation to other topics and away from you or Jensen, when it seems to quit working you go hop in the pool. Before too long you need to get ready to go back for Karaoke.

Adam, David, DJ, Julian, Sam and you, all are going back. Bri and Kim are bowing out of this one. When you arrive back, the fans are still watching the screening of ‘Yellow Fever.’ There are a variety of drinks set up in the green for you all.

Adam looks over the table, “what flavor of ‘apple juice’ shall we start with?”

“Something we aren’t going to regret tomorrow morning, would be great,” you tell him.

“Chicago was your own fault Lil Pad, you all were shooting them back a bit quick,” he fires back.

“I blame Bri,” you say with a shrug.

It isn’t long before the film is over and the stage is set for karaoke. With your red solo cups the six of you make your way on stage, while Adam draws the first name. Those that come on stage give it their all, and the crowd is singing along too. Adam is all over the stage and starts running up and down the aisles as well, which keeps not only his handler, but others busy watching him as well.

An hour and a half later, the event is winding down and you’re definitely ready to get back to the hotel and relax before bed. Well, after you pack. You aren’t used to leaving on Saturday afternoons.

The next morning there are two cars to take nine of you over to the convention hotel a little after nine. Adam, David and Jason don’t have to be there until ten. There is breakfast waiting in the green room along with the group's Starbucks order. Rob is talking with the band before looking for you.

“Y/N, did you text me the song you wanted to sing tonight? I can’t seem to find it.”

“I won’t be at the concert tonight, sorry guys. I head out this afternoon.”

“What? That is unacceptable,” he jokes with you. “Is your other half going to cover for you?”

“I have no idea what they are doing tonight.”

Rob, Rich and Louden Swain soon take the stage to start the day and then they call you, Bri, Kim and Sam to the stage. Things are going well, you all are talking, joking, and occasionally answering questions. At least until a little over halfway through when you get a question that catches you completely off guard.

A girl comes up to the mike and looks right at you. “My question is for Y/N.”

“I know her, she’s right here,” Kim jokes, pointing to you.

“What do you have for me sweetie?”

“How could you break up with Jensen?”

The whole room goes quiet, you stare at the girl, and everyone else is looking at you. “What?” you finally stutter.

“He announced it this morning during an interview.”

Everyone is still looking at you, Sam is one of the first to recover. “Um, maybe this isn’t the…’

“Thanks, Sam, it’s alright. I don’t know what Jensen said about this. But we both have different projects we’re working on. And um, I guess you hope things are going to work out one way, but sometimes life has other plans. I would appreciate though, if um, there weren’t any more questions on this right now. It’s supposed to be a fun weekend, let’s not bring it down okay?”

You try and focus on the last twenty minutes of the panel, but your brain keeps going back to that girl's question, and how could Jensen do that today? Why did he feel the need to announce it during an interview even?

When Rob and Rich come back on stage with the band you barely wait for them to start singing you off before you are gone down the steps. You see your brother right behind the curtain, he pulls you into a hug and walks with you back to the green room area.

“Are you alright?” he quietly asks.

“Just great. Have you seen the interview?”

“Not yet.”

You ignore Victoria sitting in the corner with a smug smile and go to the opposite side of the room with Jared. Pulling out your phone you search for the interview. Bri, Kim and Sam had been following you two, but they realize what you are doing and move to give you some room. Finding the video you push play.

Jensen is with Karl, Jack, Chase, Anthony, and sitting right next to him is Claudia. Watching the interview from this morning's talk show appearance, you aren't really paying attention to what’s being said, just trying to find the spot where Jensen throws you under the bus.

The interviewer makes a comment about how some of them have said they don’t want their parents to watch, but what about their significant others?

Claudia is the first to do anything, she laughs before speaking. “Well, Anthony is the only one of us currently in a relationship, so he’ll have to take that one.”

You notice Jensen makes a slight movement to look at Claudia out of the corner of his eye, and some of his castmates are looking at him as Anthony answers. When he’s finished the interviewer turns it back to Jensen.

“Aren’t you dating your former co-star, Y/N Padalecki?”

Claudia speaks up before Jensen can say a word, “ not any more she came up here just to break up with him because he was working.” She leans closer to your ex, and you can’t help but notice the way she is rubbing her hand up and down the top of his leg. Yeah, you aren’t so sure something isn’t going on there.

“We’re so sorry to hear that,” Don, Dan, whoever says to Jay.

“Long distance doesn’t work out for everyone, and I guess we just wanted different things,” Jensen finally speaks up.

The interviewer moves the topic back to the show and continues on.

“I cannot believe him.”

“In his defense,” your brother starts, “he didn’t really announce the breakup.”

“He had to have been talking about it with her, and he didn’t make a move to stop her, did he? Didn’t take him long to move on.”

You turn around and notice your friends on the other side of the room trying not to look at you. With a sigh, you drop your head back and know you have some explaining to do. Before you can get very far, a nervous Chelsea comes and tells you you are needed for your VIP M&G and then photo ops.

After your solo ops, you have photos with the ladies. Even though they want to ask, there is no time for questions now. Jared comes down for his ops with you, when those are finished you are done with photos for this convention. You give Chris a hug and tell him thanks before you follow your brother and handlers out of the room. The last of your autographs are next, it takes well over an hour for you to finish up. There are some comments about you and Jensen, mostly I’m sorry to hear you broke up. But a few rude ones, that couldn’t understand why you would do that.

Walking into the green room you notice almost everyone is in there, since there is a little bit of a break. Grabbing a water you sit on the edge of a table, with Jared coming up next to you.

“I know you all want to know what’s going on, so here it is. Yes, Jay and I aren’t together anymore. No, I didn’t go up to Toronto just to break up with him. It just happened while I was up there. I’m just not really ready to talk more about it right now.”

They all nod, Sam comes over and gives you a hug, Bri and Kim are right behind her.

“This the reason for the schedule change?” Bri quietly asks. You just nod.

Looking at the time, you make sure everything you were supposed to have autographed is done. The few things you have gotten out of your bag are packed back up. Jared is about to head to one of his M&G’s, you give him a hug before he goes.

“You alright?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Liar. Have a safe flight. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Thanks. Hope all goes well here. Have a safe flight tomorrow. See ya soon.”

You tell the rest of the group goodbye before you head out. You still have a little time before your 3:30 flight, but you want to get out of there before Jensen arrives. Once you are all checked in at the airport, you find a quiet spot to sit, and go through your phone. You know you shouldn’t, but you bet the comments are flying about you right now. You aren’t wrong.

Earlier that morning up in Toronto, Jensen is boarding the plane for Florida. He finds his seat, throws his bag up top and sits down with a huff. He hadn’t had the morning he was expecting to.

His phone went off early this morning, someone from the show calling to tell him he was needed for an interview at the studio. Jesse was sick and unable to make it, they were asking him to fill in. He hurries to get cleaned up and make sure he has everything he needs to fly down for the convention.

Everyone else is already at the studio, they do a quick hair and makeup fix on him. Karl comes over to see how he’s doing.

“Ready for ya trip?”

“I think so.”

“Ya talked to her since she left?”

“No. But I don’t know what more she wanted from me. I haven’t figured out if I want to see her or not. Haven’t talked to Jared either. That’ll be interesting.”

“Maybe, ya just needed some time apart, and you two can work it out this weekend.”

“If it was space she needed, she wouldn't have broken up with me when she came up here. We had plenty of space living in two different countries.”

What neither man notices is Claudia hanging around behind them.

When it’s almost time, they have the cast take a seat and the interviewer comes out and sits across from them. Getting the cue from the studio they start rolling. Everything was going fine until the question about spouses came up and Claudia started talking. Jensen is too busy trying to figure out how she knows to even speak. He looks at her out of the corner of his eye before slightly looking at Karl, who is also looking at him.

Once his mind catches up he tries to shut the topic down before anymore can be said. When the camera moves away from him, he moves Claudia’s hand off his leg. By the time the interview is over, he can’t stay and question her about it, he has to get to the airport. He sends Karl a text on the way.

Any idea how she knew that?

Karl and Eric are the only two up here he had talked to about this. He gets a reply a short time later,

Not a bloody clue.

Once he gets to the airport, he doesn’t have a lot of time before the plane is supposed to take off. He is hoping since a number of fans will already be busy at the start of the convention day, word of the interview will take awhile to get around. There is nothing on his phone when he powers it down before takeoff. Sitting back he spends the flight looking over the final script of the season.

Arriving at the hotel, Mike gives him his room key and Jensen tells him he'll be back down in ten minutes. That gives him time to find his room, leave his bag, and change out of the airport clothes.

Clif is waiting at the back entrance of the convention center when he is dropped off there. He follows him up to the green room, where Victoria is waiting.

“Jensen, great to see you again. Hope you’re doing well.”

“Fine, thanks. You?”

“Good. I’m happy to be here. The suit reveal you posted on Instagram was amazing. I can’t wait until the show premieres.”

“Thanks. So, what’s first on my schedule?” he asks when she doesn’t tell him.

“Oh, solo pictures in a few minutes, then with Misha. You have a short break before the VIP M&G, then the regular one.”

“Ok. Do you know where Y/N is?”

“She’s around somewhere.”

He gets through his photo ops, and looks for you on his way to the M&G’s. He doesn’t see you around anywhere. It’s about halfway through the main M&G when someone mentions they are sorry to hear about what Y/N did.

He’s slightly confused, “what did she do?”

“How she came up to Toronto to, well you know…”

It suddenly clicks, the interview. Guess word got around. “Y/N’s an amazing woman, but unfortunately things didn’t work out.”

“How does this affect you and Jared?”

“If one of us comes on stage tomorrow with a black eye, you’ll know,” he tries to joke.

Finally making it through that half an hour he is escorted back to the green room. Sam is the only one in the room and she is getting ready to go back to photos. He grabs a water and sits at one of the tables, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. Opening twitter he receives a notification he’s trending, and so are you. “If we’re both trending, I bet I know what that’s for,” he mumbles.

“Who’s fault is that?” a voice behind him asks.

Taking a deep breath, he readies himself to turn around and face his best friend. Who also happens to be your older brother.

“Hey Jare.”

“Ackles. You didn’t answer my question.”

He holds up his hands, “Look man, I never intended for that to come out this morning. I don’t even know how she knew.”

“You didn’t tell her? The two of you seemed pretty close.”

“The only two I’ve talked to are Karl and Eric. I haven’t talked to you, because she’s your sister, so I didn’t know where that put us.”

“That makes two of us. What happened between you two, Jay?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what more she wanted from me. I thought we were fine. Then she comes up to Toronto and tells me she can’t do it anymore. Where did that even come from?”

“She’s been hurting for awhile, but the one person who was supposed to notice it, didn’t have a fucking clue. In case you were wondering, that was you.”

“Then why didn’t she talk to me about it earlier?”

“Did you two even talk anymore?”

“Of course we did.”

Jared raises his eyebrows and slowly nods. “Really? All I know is, I’ve heard her cry, both before and after she went to see you. Gen and I were hoping going up to visit would have made things better, but it didn’t. I’ve seen the hate she is getting today, she was blindsided in her morning panel because of your interview.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s gone.”

“Back at the hotel?

Jared looks at his watch, “no, she should be landing in Austin in about 30-40 minutes.”

“She left the convention?”

“Yeah.”

In that moment, knowing you were already gone, he had his answer. He had been hoping to see you. “Was it because of the interview?”

“No, she had already planned it.

“She didn’t want to see me.”

Jared shrugs, but they both know the answer.

“What about you?” Jensen asks him.

“Your mug is pretty ugly to look at.” Jensen rolls his eyes before Jared continues. “She keeps telling me not to let what happens with the two of you interfere with our friendship. But it’s hard not to be upset with the guy that hurt my sister. You have no idea how much I would love to take a swing at you right now.”

He nods in understanding, “I guess I could possibly deserve that. But she isn’t the only one that was hurt here. She blindsided me with that breakup,” Jensen tells him before he walks over to where Victoria is signaling him from.

The two men go out for their autograph sessions a little quieter than usual. Clif asks them after what their plans are for the night, but both just opt to go back to the hotel and their respective rooms. The next morning is a quiet ride with Clif back to the convention hotel.

The guys are in the green room waiting for the start of the Gold Panel.

“I, uh, talked with Gen last night. Y/N, got home safe last night. She was still a bit upset at being caught off guard like that. I told Gen what you said about the interview. Not sure Y/N will believe us though.”

“Thanks, man. Um, how’s Tom?”

“Good. Keeps us on our toes, for sure. I can’t imagine how crazy it’ll be with two. He asked yesterday before I left when he could talk to you again.”

“I miss my buddy. Wait. Did you say two?”

“Yeah.”

“Gen’s pregnant? Congrats buddy.” Jensen moves to give his friend a hug.

“Thanks. I thought we talked about this a month ago in Chicago? Hasn’t Y/N said anything to you?”

Jensen is quiet for a few minutes, he can’t believe he missed this news. Had the two of you talked about it? Did Jared already tell him?

They continue talking before going on stage. The conversation doesn’t get deep, but they are trying to find their rhythm and work past this sinkhole in their friendship. They have to make it work on stage very shortly. It will take some time before things are like they were before, but neither one wants to lose a 10 year friendship.

The gold panel questions aren’t vetted first, so anything goes. Which of course means there is going to be a question about the breakup eventually.

“Jensen we are so sorry to hear about what happened between you and Y/N, it’s just awful. How are you holding up?” Someone questions.

He knows he needs to try and nip this before it keeps going. “Thanks. I will say this, and then I would appreciate it if there weren’t any more questions on this subject. I had no intention of that coming out in the interview yesterday. What’s going on is between Y/N and I. Long distance can really suck. You guys wouldn’t want to talk about your relationship troubles in front of hundreds of people. I would hope you understand that we don’t either right now.”

When their afternoon panel comes around he has to make the same announcement at one point. Jensen swears during photos and autographs that more fans than usual seem to be trying to flirt with him.

When they are finished for the day, Clif takes them both to the airport. Their flights aren't too far apart in departure time. Jensen tells Jared he’ll be back home in two weeks, and they talk about meeting up once he’s back in Texas. After checking in, they head to their respective terminals.

Jensen is waiting for his flight, feeling a little disappointed. It would have hurt, but he would have liked to see you this weekend. He’s spent a good part of the last 24 hours thinking about what Jared told him. How you had been hurting for a while. How had he not realized you weren’t happy any longer?

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 10

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Highway to hell - Jake Jensen

Series Masterlist

A/N: helloooo! Yes I finally remembered to post this. This is a collection of one shots that @jamneuromain and I thought about and Decided to share with y’all 😋😋 first one shot: Jake Jensen.

Series summary: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

Pairings: Cousin Jake Jensen x Demon Reader

Warnings: incest, virgin Jake, virginity kink, dub-con?, handjob, cum play, cum eating, cum swallowing, p in v, unprotected sex, needy Jake, touch starved Jake, celibacy club leader Jake (implied younger jake, in my head he’s around 18-so legal age!), Naive Jake, slight mommy kink

After Jake's mother, your aunt, let you in, hearing your explanation about needing Jake's help with your laptop, she pointed you to his room upstairs. Knocking at his door you entered his room, already suspecting him to have his headphones on and not hearing you.

And you were right.

Jake was sitting with his back to the door, completely captivated by some game you didn’t know. He was mumbling something quietly under his breath, not a single real curse word leaving his mouth.

What a good boy he was.

Not for long.

You’d make sure of that.

Walking up to him, you put one of your hands on his shoulders, gently squeezing. “Jakey”, you smiled, the boy immediately took off his headphones and looked up at you. “Oh-hi, what are you doing here?” His question made you bite your bottom lip, while you slowly massaged his shoulder, since your hand was still lingering there. Your cousin seemed to get even more tense, instead of relaxing.

You put your laptop on his desk, opening it. “I just need your help. I know you’re good with computers, so I’ve decided to give it up in your wonderful hands”, you smirked, pulling another chair close to his, already sitting in his space-which you noticed as he blushed a deep red. He seemed focused not to look anywhere besides sometimes in your eyes-but most of the time anywhere but you. Having you so close to him made him nervous. Especially when you leaned down and he could simply look into your shirt, clearly not wearing a bra.

He felt awful for the thought that occurred to him for a moment.

He doesn’t want to sin. Not even through thoughts-which turned out to become harder with your hands massaging his shoulders, slipping for a moment over his chest. When your hands grazed his nipples he jumped lightly, immediately trying to shake off your hands. It wasn’t allowed. He wasn’t allowed to think such things. Especially not with you. He wouldn’t let the devil tempt him. “Okay, so-what’s the problem? With your computer I mean-or-well, laptop”, he cleared his throat. “Oh I’m not sure, I think there is some virus…I’ll show you”, you smiled innocently before turning on your laptop.

As soon as you opened Google many ads opened, all of them with pornographic images. It didn’t surprise you to hear the little gasp escaping Jake's lips. His cheeks were a deep red, while he hastily tried to turn off the ad, but only more started to pop up. “That’s-yeah, some bug-Some-”, he tried to get something coherent out, but no sentence came, instead he just babbled some words, trying to take care of the virus, which you may or may not have got on purpose.

A smirk crept onto your lips, while you slowly leaned closer to Jake, your hand resting on his thigh, rubbing over his tense muscle. “Wow, Jakey, you’re so smart”, you whispered into his ear, observing his hands for a moment, before letting your gaze drop to his crotch. As expected there was the outline of his cock, straining against his sweatpants.

Slowly you started running your hand a bit up, touching the tip of his dick, feeling Jake's whole body jump lightly. “Wait-you-“, he tried to push away your hand, but you didn't let him. “Come on baby cousin, I just wanna thank you, don’t worry your head about that”, you whispered, kissing his throat. A shocked expression hushed over his face, but quickly replaced by one of pleasure.

“But-that’s-that’s wrong. You’re my cousin and-and I’m not-I’m waiting for marriage-the club-I’m the leader of the-” “yeah, I know baby. Celibacy club, but it’s just some little handjob…you’ll like it, trust me. I can’t tell you haven’t been touched before. Your cock is leaking for me. Wants to be touched”, you whispered, before squeezing him a bit more. Jake's leg jumped, his knee hitting the desk. He was so sensitive, how sweet.

“We can’t…”, he mumbled, not very convincing, it even sounded more like a plea not to stop. “Jakey, it’s the same when you touch yourself. A hand doesn’t count…you’ll still be the pretty virgin you’ve always been. Nearly untouched…just got a little taste of pleasure, that’s all”, your hand slowly slid into his sweatpants, stroking over his boxershorts that were already wet from pre cum.

You started stroking him once again, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure. He was still holding your wrist, but he wasn’t pushing you away. Just holding. His grip tight on your hand.

Circling his leaking head with your thumb made him moan quietly, while he slowly started rocking his hips into your palm. “See? It’s nice, isn’t it? I just wanna take care of you, nothing else…we’re family, aren’t we? We care for each other”, you grinned into his throat, slowly kissing his sensitive skin. You felt more pre cum wetting his boxershorts, making you grin to yourself. “It’s wrong…”, he mumbled again, his hips twitching.

“It is, isn’t it? Just as wrong as watching me swim in the pool, watching me in my bikinis…Don’t seem so surprised, you’re not good at hiding your lingering gazes. You’re dirty thoughts written on your face and your tented swimming shorts. How many times have you thought about me, hm? Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”

Jake whined again, his hand gripping your thigh. “I-I don’t touch myself-it’s-its a sin-“, he mumbled, his face scrunched in pleasure as you slowly stroked his dick, before sliding your hand past the band of his boxershorts. Grabbing his thickness you started stroking him. “No? You’re my little untouched boy, hm? Waited for me to do it? Make you feel good? Make you cum in my hands? Maybe you’d rather have your first orgasm in my mouth? Or would you want to fuck me, hm? Come on sweetheart, don’t think of it as a sin…would a sin feel this good, hm? I don’t think so”, you grinned into his skin, biting gently into his throat.

“It’s no sin…it’s healthy…you need to cum from time to time or you might be in pain…we don’t want that, right? What would you do without me Jakeyboy. You’re lucky you have such a good cousin that will take care of your problem. Teach you what’s right for you”, he whined when your grip tightened, your thumb rubbing his leaking slit. There was already enough precum to squelch with your movements, smooth and quick.

Jake gripped your thigh a bit tighter, his eyes closed, mouth agape.

The more pleasure he was feeling and losing himself, the more you could feel your own chest feeling light. Feeling proud of succeeding with your mission. If it’d be this easy then you’d finish it before you’d start to truly enjoy it.

Wordlessly you pushed his chair back dropping to your knees between his thighs. “I need to thank my little cousin for the help, don’t you think?”, you mumbled, already mouthing on his clothed dick feeling him push into your mouth. A quiet whine escaped his lips. “But-but you’re my cousin-that’s-that's wrong”, his hand found its way in your hair. While he was denying it, he didn’t act on it further. The opposite.

Slowly you pushed down his sweatpants and boxershorts enough for his dick to spring free, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a wet spot on his shirt. A small grin crept onto your lips while you slowly took him in your hand, stroking. “Wait and see till the girls find out about it…everyone will want a taste of this gorgeous dick…too bad it’s all for me”, you kissed his tip, slowly letting your lips and tongue trail down licking to his balls and up again.

His cock twitched, the pre cum slowly leaking down his length. “Doesn’t feel wrong anymore, hm?”, you grinned before sucking at his head, letting him slowly slide a bit in your mouth. When he didn’t answer you let go of him, looking up. (And definitely enjoying his whines in protest.) “I asked you a question.”

Jake's cheeks blushed a deep red when he looked down at you. “Yeah, it’s…it feels good. Really good”, he mumbled in embarrassment, but unintentionally pushing his hips closer to your face. A smirk crept onto your lips, while you slowly leaned back away from him. An unsatisfied grimace crept into his lips having lost all body contact with you. “Don’t pout at me, use your words. What do you want?”, you started stroking over his thighs up to his hips but never truly where he wanted you to touch him.

He pouted at you again, the redness returning to his cheeks. “Just make me feel good… please”, he mumbled, making you grin at the inexperienced young man. “Mmmhh, so polite. Okay, I’ll make you feel good, baby”, you leaned down taking his tip in your mouth and slowly sucking him in, till he sunk in your throat. You hollow your cheeks, moving your head up and down, listening to Jakes moans in pleasure.

When his hips started moving on their own accord and his dock twitched in your mouth you felt him pull at your hair, away from his dick. “Stop-I think-” “Jakey, come on, i know you like it, huh? Don’t you? Just trust me” “Oh-I-yes-This-this feels good-but it’s wrong. Oh holy mother of- wait- wait stop something is wrong-I don’t know what-“ and that’s when he spilled. Hot ropes of cum hitting your face, lips and throat, while you started licking at his head again.

Jakes whole body twitches while he tries to pull away, but you don't let him, tightening your grip around his cock. “Was that your first orgasm, sweetheart? How cute. And it was all for me. It was my orgasm, baby cousin, you’re so so sweet”, you kissed his tip, licking at the leaking slit.

He whined, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated while you still played with his cock, pumping him like you weren’t even near the end. Which was true. You still had planned a lot.

You knew you’d make him do anything you wanted. And you wanted more.

“My sweet cousin, don’t you wanna fuck me? Fuck my tight pussy-you’ve no idea how wet I am right now. All for you sweetheart”, you enjoyed how he was a whining and shaking mess in your palms.

An idea popped in your mind.

One of your hands slit between your thighs, pushing into your naked cunt squelching loudly while you moaned against his cockhead, sucking at it again. Jake looked down at you, moaning when he noticed what you were doing. His mouth agape, eyes on you like you were the most beautiful painting in the world-especially with the cum on your face.

“Open your mouth baby”, you whispered, pulling your slick fingers from your pussy and guiding them to his mouth. Jake’s cheeks immediately blushed, but he opened his mouth unsure. He closed his eyes, tasting you, a rumble escaping his throat.

When he licked away the taste from your fingers he couldn’t stop himself from pulling you onto your feet and pushing against his desk, surprising you when he pushed your legs apart to look at your wet cunt. Within seconds his head disappeared between your legs, licking and slurping at your hole. Both of you moaned, you from pleasure and him from the addicting taste.

He lifted his gaze only for a second, his glasses footed and crooked on his nose before he took them off and threw them aside. “You taste so good”, he mumbled before diving in, again.

The feeling of his tongue sinking into your cunt was incredible. He definitely lacked any kind of rhythm or knowledge, but his eagerness and enthusiasm was enough to make you approach your high. Unintentionally you started moving your hips against his face, quickly putting one of your legs onto his shoulder for better access. With that his tongue dipped in deeper, his nose bumping into your Clit with every movement.

“Oh fuck sweetheart, yes, mommy wants to cum on your face-mark you as mine. Only mine”, you pulled at his hair, pushing his face right against your pussy, not giving a Damn about his need for oxygen. He didn’t seem to mind.

His hands grabbed onto your thighs tightly while he painted into your heat, licking and slurping like a man starved. Your legs started trembling. “Fuck-yes, yes-make mama cum”, a second later your juices hit his tongue, costing his lips and chin in even more wetness. Your mouth opened in a silent moan while you rode out your orgasm.

Without saying another word you pushed him away, ignoring his whines in protest. “Now get the fuck up and fuck me Jakey”, you grinned, turning around and pulling your skirt up, before leaning forward. Your gaze falling into the cross that was hanging at the wall. An even bigger grin crept onto your mouth when you heard some shuffling around and felt Jake's hands on your waist a second later, his tip brushing along your wet folds.

When he finally pushed his tip in you closed your eyes, enjoying how he slowly filled you. Quiet panting came from Jake, while he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, finally having bottomed out. “Oh feels so good-if heaven exists, it feels like this”, he didn’t even mean to whisper it into your ear.

His trusts were a bit sloppy and unsure, but he slowly found a rhythm that worked for him, while you grabbed his hand and pushed it to your clit, showing him how to stimulate it.

And he definitely was a quick learner, already circling your bundle of nerves perfectly. “Oh Jakey, you’re such a good boy”, you moaned quietly, moving back against his hips.

He gasped against your shoulder, his thrust getting harder and quicker, seeking his pleasure when he felt your walls tighten around him, squeezing him, pulling in…Fuck, he felt like never before. This feeling was addicting.

While he still stimulated your clit, his other hand grabbed onto your waist harder, probably leaving marks behind. The idea thrilled him even more, his grip tightening. “Oh god, I’ll come again”, he gasped, kissing along your neck. A smirk crept onto your lips. “I thought you-you shouldn't be using the name of God in vain”, you said between moans, feeling how your pleasure increased.

“I don’t care”, he licked at your earlobe sucking at the skin beneath your ear next. You gasped in pleasure, your head falling back while another orgasm rushed over you. Squeezing around Jake's cock tightly he felt his own high flowing over him, making him spill in your pulsing cunt while you milked the last drop out of him.

Jake leaned more weight onto you, wrapping his arms tightly around you, both of you enjoying the lasting orgasm and warmth. It was nice, feeling his heartbeat against your back, the soft kisses and panting at your shoulders. Jake felt warm and caring. His future woman would be happy with him.

You definitely were, but for other reasons.

Slowly you pushed his arms away, letting him slide out of you. Sighing he dropped back into his chairs, taking one of your hands and pulling you closer, onto his lap. “It was awesome. Can we do it again some time?”, he mumbled, burying his face against the material of your shirt while he hugged you.

“Sure, at some point”, you gave him a gentle kiss on the head before standing up, not wanting to participate in the hug much longer. “I need to get going now, I have-” “fuck, we didn’t use protection”, Jake interrupted you, his gaze falling onto the mess leaking along your inner thigh.

Another grin crept onto your lips, noticing how he watched it rather interested than scared or shocked. You leaned back against the desk, stepping with one foot onto his chair widening your legs a bit further. “I’m on the pill, don’t worry about it…yet you should clean your mess up, Jakey-boy.” You noticed how his cheeks blushed, but he didn’t need any convincing before his head disappeared between your messy thighs.

Moaning you leaned your head back into your neck, the content grin still on your lips, one of your hands stroking Jake's hair while he ate you out, again.

“I’ll make sure hell will have a special place for you.”

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 11 months

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True Romance

Passion, established relationships, and coming home.

Bring It On Home - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Let’s pretend Dean wouldn’t be terrified to welcome love into his life.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, comfort, fluff, handsy Dean

Words: 1,200

Communion - Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Fluffy dean or Jensen smoking weed plz, ty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, marijuana use

Words: 1K

Drag You To The Shore - Dean Winchester x GN reader

Prompt: Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

Equilibrium - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: They have balance.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, cock warming

Words: 1,400

God Only Knows - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: One weekend, years ago, lives rent-free in both of their minds. Three-part mini-series.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, pining, clothed sex, couch sex, hungover sex, fluff, roomies to lovers, idiots in love

Words: 5,500

If We Make It Through December - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Warnings/tags: there was no rebar, 18+ ONLY, fluff, light angst, domesticity, holiday celebrations

Words: 12K

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, a dirty public bathroom during Mardi Gras

Words: 600

Mind Blown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Mind-blowing orgasms can sometimes be literal.

Warnings/tags: mature, transient global amnesia after sex, dirty talk

Words: 560

One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLT, Dean can actually sing, and he does it during sex

Words: 660

Recompense - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean is sorry for hurting the ones he loves.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, Dean saying hurtful things then trying to make up for it

Words: 500

Seasons - Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Summary: She is his safe haven, untouched by anything else or anyone.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, canon divergent - no Cassie or Lisa, non-linear storytelling, four seasons, angst, hurt/comfort, references non-con unprotected sex, loss of a pregnancy

Words: 12K

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

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

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

Words: 2,060

With Pleasured Hands - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got secrets she has yet to uncover

Warnings/tags: mature

Words: 500

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Exclusively Yours

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Summary: Y/N gets a visit from the green-eyed monster when she sees someone coming on to her green-eyed boyfriend.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Unprotected sex, PinV. Fingering, Oral (f receiving) slight possibility of public sex. Overstimulation. Thigh riding. Angry!Jensen. Slightly insecure!reader. Fluffy!sweet!Jensen. Hints of Dom!Jensen

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 3K+

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Write about a concert.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: For someone who hadn't written a RPF in my life, all this hot af Jensen content lately is sure smashing down that wall. Cause this is now the 4th entry in this little Jensen x Reader saga. The first three are:

1- The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair

2 - Who's Blushing Now?

3 - Like Waves in the Ocean

You don’t have to have read any of the other parts, to read this one, but it might be more enjoyable. Plus who doesn’t love more Jensen smut! 🤤

This will be my final entry in this little Jensen Reader saga. I expect to continue writing Jensen RPF now that I've enjoyed it so much. But this one shot is the last in this little series of Jensen x Reader one shots. 😊

As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @firefly-graphics

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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel

Like I've been tied to the whippin' post

Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

As Jensen growled out the last line of the chorus, in his deep, gravelly, whine, you felt a shudder run through you.

Jesus Christ he was hot on that stage!

You looked out at all the screaming fans watching him on stage, some of them seeming as though they might pass out at any minute, and you thought to yourself:

Yeah, same folks, same.

There was something absolutely magnetic about Jensen when he was on stage singing. Even offstage, of course, he always had this ability to draw people in and make them punch drunk while they stared at him. But it was like it was amplified when he was on stage; amplified mic, amplified guitars, amplified Jensen charisma.

His voice was gorgeous, which certainly helped. It had such an incredible range going from soft folk ballads, to country, to rock, to this badass blues, southern rock classic that had all the panties dropping as he sang about being tied to a whipping post.

I mean, come on! you thought to yourself, there's only so much hot as fuck imagery a person can take before we're just a pool of hormones!

As Whipping Post ended, all of the cast came out on stage to sing the final song of the night with Rob and the rest of the band. Everyone was having a blast on stage and the audience was absolutely thrilled to see it. You were thrilled to see it.

This evening had been so much fun! The con was taking place in New Jersey that weekend, and you'd been on a job in New York. So Jensen had invited you to come to the Saturday night concert since it was going to be your only chance to see each other for another week and a half. Naturally you'd jumped at the chance.

You hated that you often had to go such long stretches away from each other. You knew it was just the reality of your lives, both of you travelling so much for work. But it didn't make it any easier to be away from him for so long, sometimes weeks at a time. You missed him from the moment you separated until you were back in his arms.

And lately... lately you'd started to worry. The week before he'd had to cancel a couple Skype calls with you, work stuff he said, and you wanted to believe him. You did believe him.

But your insecurities did not, they kept screaming at you that he was getting bored. That going so long, sometimes weeks at a time, without sex was too much to ask of someone like Jensen. He could literally have women at his beck and call, and you expected him to wait around for your unremarkable ass?

It just seemed hard to fathom, and those insecurities bred fear, fear that one day soon he was going to tell you it just wasn't worth it and he was going to say goodbye. Your fear told you regularly that you should get ready for him to end things.

You did your best to shove those thoughts to the side. Unfortunately, sometimes that was easier said than done.

Finally the song ended and everyone screamed and cheered and the cast waved their goodbyes and shouted their thanks. You saw Jensen leave with the pack through the back of the curtain and waited for him to come find you in the wings.

Minutes later he came strolling around the corner, his smile wide as he spotted you. You clapped enthusiastically for him.

"Jensen, that was absolutely amazing!" You praised.

His smile turned shy and you marveled at the many facets of this man you loved.

"Yeah, the band was awesome." He said humbly and you shook your head, looping your arms around his neck. You ran your fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his lips towards you.

"Yes, the band was great, but I was talking about you, Mr. Ackles." You brushed your lips across his. "You...were...wonderful." You punctuated each word with a kiss, teasing him.

"Mmm..." he moaned as you pulled back. "I gotta go change before we head out." His eyes grew dark. "Wanna come join me?"

You knew he was thinking of the last time the two of you were in a change room together, the very first time you'd hooked up, after you'd done his hair for that EW photoshoot. Jensen had promised that if you came to meet him in his change room he'd make sure you didn't regret it.

And you certainly hadn't.

Now, as though he couldn't help himself, he gripped your head in his two hands and licked your lips open, plunging his tongue inside. As it always did, his kiss made you lose any sense of your surroundings and you fisted your hands in his hair and held him tight to your mouth. You couldn't catch your breath, but you didn't care.

His hands roamed down your back to cup your ass cheeks and press you against the hard on you could feel forming under his jeans.

"Oops, hey sorry!"

Jensen pulled away from your mouth with a sucking noise that sounded obscene. Clearing his throat and licking lips he looked towards the voice that had interrupted.

It was Rob and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering if you guys were coming. We're headed over to Stadler's Pub for drinks."

Jensen looked down at you and you nodded, blushing. He turned back to Rob. "Yeah, man. We'll be there in about a half hour."

Rob gave a thumbs up and took off, still grinning.

Jensen sighed deeply. "I guess I should actually go change for real." He looked regretfully at your lips before pecking them briefly and then giving your ass a pat.

"I'll be back in about ten minutes."

You nodded and he sauntered away, moving quickly on his long bow-legs.

Twenty minutes later you began to wonder where he was and then finally decided to go hurry him up, vowing not to get distracted from the task at hand, even if he was only half dressed.

As you wandered through the slightly labyrinthine maze of thick black curtains and alcoves backstage, you could suddenly hear Jensen's deep, rich voice and you followed the sound.

You couldn't make out his words, but as you walked around another corner, you stopped abruptly as you heard a fairly high-pitched giggle.

You crept up a little closer, realizing the voices were coming from just the other side of the curtain in front of you.

"Anyway, I'm sorry I've just rambled on and on, but I just had to tell you how incredible you were tonight." The female voice complimented him.

"Well, thanks very much. Glad you enjoyed yourself." Jensen replied.

You peeked around the side of the curtain to see them standing not far from you; they were facing each other and as you watched, the woman took a step closer to him.

Jensen didn't step away.

He'd clearly already been to his dressing room and back; he must have showered quickly because his hair was still wet. He wore a new pair of black jeans and a thin, soft, cream-colored sweater. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and the woman standing so close to him obviously agreed because she smiled and batted her eyelashes up at him.

You felt the sharp bitter tang of jealousy as the woman giggled again.

"I swear, you should have seen how many women you had swooning over you out in that audience!"

Jensen ducked his head and smiled slightly. "It was a good show, everyone brought their A game."

You told yourself to calm down, that it was just a fan gushing over him, as they tended to, and with good reason. Jensen was just being gracious, it meant nothing. But your brain was short-circuiting a little and you blamed that fact for what followed.

The woman got incredibly close and put her hand on Jensen's arm and you felt like the blood vessels might be popping in your head. When she spoke, it just got worse.

"So, I don't know what you've got planned, but my hotel is really nearby, The Marriott just down the street? I'm in Room 1103 if you feel like dropping by."

"Oh, uh..."

You popped out from behind the curtain like an angry magician's assistant, and stormed forward.

"He already has plans, thanks." You reached Jensen's side and latched onto his arm.

Jensen looked a little surprised, but you were too busy shooting daggers at the woman in front of you to pay much attention.

"Y/N, hey!" He pointed toward the other woman. "Y/N this is Heather. Heather, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

He put an emphasis on the word girlfriend and Heather immediately backed up a few steps.

"Oh wow! Hi." She said looking at you. "I...sorry, I didn't know." She said, and with one more long, wistful, lustful look at Jensen, she sighed.

"Okay, so have a good night." She said and turned away.

Jensen gave a small wave. "Take care." He called to her and then shook his head.

You struggled to make your voice sound normal. "What the hell was that?"

Jensen glanced at you and then away, his smile slightly embarrassed. "Uh...that was me getting hit on."

"Hit on?" You questioned aggressively, "You mean, propositioned!"

Jensen shrugged, not arguing the point. For some reason his nonchalance made you angrier.

"So, what were you going to say?"

That caught his attention and he turned to look at you properly. "What?"

"If I hadn't popped up to shut things down what would you have said to her?"

Jensen's smile disappeared completely and he frowned at you.

"Are you...serious?"

You shrugged still trying to pretend indifference. "Hey, look I'm just curious. I mean stuff like this must happen all the time to you, and I'm certainly not always around to jump out and stop it, so what do you say?"

Jensen stared at you hard for a minute before he spoke. "I say, I'm flattered, thanks, but I have a girlfriend."

"Oh, you're flattered?"

Jensen threw his hands up. "Well Jesus, Y/N, what do you want me to say? Go fuck yourself?"

He shook his head. "What is this all about? Where is this coming from?"

You shrugged. "It's not coming from anywhere. I told you, I was just curious. Cause...I mean...you know, we never really said we were exclusive, so if you wanted to -"

Jensen cut you off. "I'm sorry, what? We're not exclusive? Really?"

He glared at you for a minute and your mind was screaming at you to apologize and just tell him you were being an idiot. But the scared, jealous beast in your chest wouldn't shut up.

"I mean, not officially."

Jensen's jaw was clenched as his eyes bore into you. "So, saying 'I love you' to each other? That wasn't being exclusive?" Before you could answer that question, he was angrily asking another.

"What are you saying here, Y/N? Is this...are you trying to tell me you wanna fuck other guys?"

You scowled at him. "No." Your tone said that he was being ridiculous. "Look, let's just drop it, okay? Let's just go meet everyone at the bar."

Jensen stared at you for a full thirty seconds without speaking; his bright green eyes were like chips of ice. Finally, he responded.

"I'm not really in the mood to celebrate now. I'm gonna go back to the hotel. Are you coming?"

You opened your mouth to argue, but his clenched jaw and hard expression made you decide to just keep keep quiet.

"Fine." You said with a shrug.

Jensen texted Rob to say you weren't coming and then ordered an Uber. You realized that based on what he'd seen earlier, Rob probably thought you guys were cancelling for a much more enjoyable reason. But the ride back to the hotel was silent and charged with unspoken emotions.

When you got back to the suite Jensen was staying in, he tossed his key card on the table beside the door and immediately left for the bedroom.

His continued silence was beginning to wear on your patience, and it was making you start to panic internally.

Fuck, this is it! This is the moment he realizes I'm not worth all of this.

You slowly followed him into the bedroom and stood in the doorway. He was sitting on the side of the bed staring out the floor to ceiling doors that led to a private balcony off the massive King suite.

"So are you just gonna keep giving me the silent treatment, because I dared to question you about the groupies that flock around you?"

Jensen looked over at you angrily, before he stared down at the floor for a minute and then stood up, kicking off his shoes and grabbing his sweater and pulling it over his head. He tossed it over the chair that sat in the corner and turned away from you.

Your stomach muscles clenched as they always did when you were faced with his gorgeous, tanned, torso. His back was always so exceptionally beautiful. So watching it ripple, the muscles moving fluidly under his lightly freckled skin, was putting you in the awkward position of being angry and horny at the same time.

"Jensen, I asked you a question, for fucks sake!" You shouted at him and he continued to ignore you, just taking off his watch and the couple bracelets he was wearing and tossing them onto the night stand.

Frustrated in more ways than one, you stomped over to him and tried to turn him to face you, without much success.

Finally he spun around and towered over you. "Jesus Christ, Y/N, I don't want to fucking talk about this, I thought I was making that clear."

"Yeah, you mean you don't want to talk about it because you're AFRAID to talk about it!" You shouted up at him. "You don't wanna slip up and tell me something that you meant to keep to yourself."

His scowl was horribly intimidating when it was fixed so intensely on you. His voice was hard and raised again as he responded.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N? Huh? Just what, EXACTLY, are you accusing me of?"

"I'm not accusing you, Jesus!" You yelled. "All I'm saying is that I wouldn't be surprised if...if sometimes you were...you know, tempted...to sleep with one of the scores of women that throw themselves at you."

He was incredulous as he stared down at you. "Do you even fucking know me? I mean who the fuck do you think I am?"

"I know exactly who you are!" You screamed in frustration and fear. "You're Jensen Ackles, hottest man on the planet, the guy who makes all the panties wet -"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

"- the guy who has literally any woman he wants just waiting to come running at the crook of his finger, all of them more than willing to fuck you in a heartbeat."

You were breathing roughly and fighting back tears as all your insecurities and fears were bubbling up as you continued volume still high.

"Seriously, you have every woman in the world throwing themselves at you, and I'm gone half the time. It must be hard to just...abstain. I mean, it's not exactly most guys' forte - turning down hot, available women."

You knew you were pushing him, pissing him off completely. But there was a small, nasty voice in the back of your head saying it was better to lose him now than later.

He stalked towards you and you backed up so he wouldn't bowl you over. "Is that really what you think? Seriously? That I can't keep it my fucking pants, I'm too much of a fucking horndog to go a couple weeks without sex?"

He stepped closer to you and his voice dipped lower, though it was still firm and loud.

"Nevermind that I'm skyping you three or four times a week, so I can jack off watching you fuck yourself and listening to you moan and come. That's not enough for me to stay faithful, I guess!" He threw his hands up in frustration. "Gotta get that pussy 24/7 or I'm not happy!"

You chewed on your lip and your voice was small and worried when you spoke again.

"But you cancelled last week. And you wouldn't necessarily be being unfaithful. Like I said, we never really confirmed we were exclusive."

Jensen closed his eyes and you saw the muscle jump in his jaw. When he opened them again, they were still angry, but a different kind of heat was pulsing there too.

"Is this what all this shit has been about? I told you, they switched our filming schedule because a location had to change; and that fucked up my entire week."

You nodded, acknowledging that you'd heard him the first time he told you.

He shook his head. "And as for exclusivity?" He pushed you backwards until you banged up against the glass balcony doors.

He grabbed your face in his big hand, wrapping it under your chin and around your jaw. "You are exclusively mine."

Before you could react he ripped open your grey button down, making you gasp loudly as he palmed your breasts through your mostly see-through bra.

"Mine." He growled as he captured your silk clad nipple in his mouth.

"Jensen...I...I think, I...think we should..."

You broke off with a whine as he shoved a hand up your skirt to rub along the crotch of your drenched panties.

"No." He said, in a voice that demanded obedience. "No more thinking from you. I'm gonna fuck the overthinking right outta your god damn body."

He pulled your ruined panties down your body, leaving them to pool around your ankles. "And I'm gonna make sure you know beyond a doubt that this fucking body," he shoved two fingers into you and you cried out and clenched around them, "this pussy is the only one I'm interested in."

He pulled his fingers out of you and took off your skirt. Then he removed your bra so that you were completely naked, pressed up against the cool, clear balcony doors.

It occurred to you that maybe you should move away from the glass doors. The suite was on the 25th floor, but they had drones now that could -

But then, true to his word, Jensen pulled the worrisome thoughts right out of your head by dropping to his knees and swirling his tongue in your belly button.

Your hands slid into his hair for balance, as he grabbed the back of your thigh and tossed your left leg over his shoulder.

He pressed his lips gently against your sex, kissing it softly. He began kitten licking at your clit and you started squirming, trying to push down harder against his mouth. But he wouldn't let you, his strong fingers pushed into your fleshy hips and held you in place, so he could give you the pleasure you were craving, on his terms.

Finally, after licking and swirling his tongue around your clit for what felt like a torturosly long time, Jensen pulled your teased, and now highly sensitive little bundle of nerves, into his mouth and sucked hard. Your first orgasm of the night, shocked you with its speed and intensity.

You tugged roughly on Jensen's hair as you cried out and he grunted at the pain. As your climax began to ebb slightly, he set to work again, his fingers curling up into you, pressing against your g-spot over and over and easily ripping another harsh and surprising orgasm out of you.

Your head was spinning from two such intense orgasms one on top of the other like that. But Jensen wasn't letting up.

He slid a third finger into you before pushing his tongue in too. Your legs were trembling as he pumped in and out of your wet channel. Occasionally he pulled his tongue out to flick against your hard clit.

After the third time you came on his tongue, your legs gave out but, Jensen just held you pinned against the glass as he finished sucking up every drop of you.

Finally he let your leg drop off his shoulder and scooped you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and relished the feel of his bare chest beneath your hands as you ran your fingers up and down. He moved to sit on the chair in the corner throwing his sweater off of it and onto the ground.

He sat you up in his lap and settled so you were straddled over his left, denim covered leg.

"Jensen..." You began, but he kissed you silent.

As he pulled out of the kiss, he flexed his thigh muscle, lifting it to press deliciously against your dripping cunt.

You moaned deeply and grabbed onto his wide shoulders for balance.

"Do it, baby. Fuck yourself on me, use my thigh to get off." He picked you up to slam you against his thick hard muscles once again.

"I can't, Jensen," you panted, "I don't have the strength."

"Sure you can." He encouraged.

He moved his thumb down to very gently, very slowly circle your clit, giving you just enough friction that it left you chasing more. You threw your head back and then pounded yourself down on his thigh, nails pressing into his skin where you gripped his shoulders.

"Thatta girl!" He said through gritted teeth as your tits bounced and swayed every time you ground against him.

Your clit was burning from the rough contact with the denim, but you couldn't stop bouncing on him, rolling your hips back and forth, desperately chasing the high that was just inches away.

You moaned pathetically and leaned forward to suck on his bottom lip before you placed your forehead on his, hips still rolling against him.

"Please, Jensen!" You whined again."Please." You bounced against him one last time before he took pity on you and with perfect precision and pressure he circled two fingers on your clit only a handful of times before he broke you again.

You slammed up and down on his rock hard thigh as you came, drenching his jeans with your slick.

When you finally fell onto his chest, completely exhausted, Jensen picked you up again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

When he reached the bed he tossed you onto it.

"Hands and knees." He ordered in a voice that got you very close to your fifth orgasm of the night.

You did as he told you, crawling on hands and knees to the middle of the bed. You heard the jingle of his belt as he took off his wrecked jeans and the snap of his elastic waistband as he pulled down his boxer briefs.

Then you felt the bed dip as he came up behind you. He pushed a hand between your shoulder blades. "Pull that pillow over to you and lay down on it."

Again you followed his instructions quickly, already pushing back towards him, desperate to be fucked.

He petted his big hand down the length of your back, gripping your ass in one hand as he lined himself up at your entrance with the other.

He sank into you painfully slowly, holding your hips in check to stop you slamming back onto him.

He rolled his body against you, easing in and out of you at an incredibly slow pace.

You whimpered in need, your exhausted body desperate for him to take you over the edge one more time. But he wouldn't be hurried.

He leaned over you, covering you completely. He entwined his fingers with yours where they hugged the pillow, and spoke sure and strong into your ear.

"You are mine, darlin'" He said, his soft Texan drawl seeping out as it often did when he was hot and hard inside you, or when he was all blissed out from you sucking his cock.

"Tell me I'm yours." He demanded as he snapped his hips forward and drove deeper.

"Mine!" You shouted out in pleasure as you came again, walls clenching tight around him.

"Exclusively yours." He groaned against your skin as his hips pounded against you a half dozen more times before he shouted out his release and fell to the side with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

***

Many hours and many more orgasms later, you were sitting in the warm jacuzzi tub the suite offered in its palatial bathroom. Jensen sat between your legs and you had them wrapped around his trim waist.

He leaned his head back against your shoulder and the position gave you ample opportunity to run your hands and lips across his skin, which you took shameless advantage of.

You ran the washcloth over his broad chest and then brought it up to drizzle water over his thick, round shoulder, before leaning down to sip at the droplets of water that sat on his skin.

He moaned low and happy, a deep, contented rumble in his chest.

You felt it in your core, but you felt it tug at your heart too. You loved to see him like this, and you were so sorry that you'd stressed him out earlier.

You brushed his wet hair back off his forehead and kissed him there. His forest green eyes fluttered open and he smiled slowly, his eyes smiling too.

Your smile was apologetic. "I'm sorry." You opened your mouth to continue and he pulled you down for a wet kiss. When you pulled away you were panting softly and you pressed your lips against his temple.

His voice was gravelly when he spoke. "You said you love me. Do you?"

You frowned. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do!"

"Why?"

You were slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I asked. Why do you love me?"

You thought for second. "So many reasons."

"Give me a few of them." He said, not backing down.

You shrugged somewhat self-consciously. You were a little afraid to give away just how much you loved him, admitting that gave another person an awful lot of power over you.

But you looked down into his shining, Viridian eyes and knew beyond a doubt that you could trust him with that power: he'd never abuse it.

"I love you because..." you started hesitantly, but gained confidence as you spoke.

"Because you make me laugh, a lot. And because you're smart. Because you're so unbelievably kind - to like, everyone. Because I see the little things you do automatically, without a second thought, to make things easier for everyone around you. Because you're a peacemaker and a storyteller! I could quite literally listen to you talk for hours and hours and never grow tired. Because I see how much you hold up your friends when they're struggling. Because you hold me up too. Because somehow you're capable of keeping everyone in your life safe and happy, carried with love and ease on these broad, beautiful shoulders."

You kissed his shoulder again and spoke the next words quietly against the muscle there. "And because you're loyal, and I know you'd never hurt me."

You looked back at him, your expression remorseful. "I really am sorry I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me."

Jensen nodded. "I know." He pulled you down for another brief kiss and then spoke against your lips. "Wanna know why I love you?"

You nodded shyly. He turned to face forward again, pulling your legs tighter around him.

"I love you because your soul is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His words struck you hard and tears came to your eyes.

"Because you make me feel like I could fly, like I'm capable of anything. I love you because you're impulsive and you force me to be a little more impulsive too. I love you for the way you love the people in your life, absolutely, and unconditionally. I love how you become a protective Mama Bear around anyone that is being harassed or bothered. I love the way you sass back to people who are unkind, I love that you don't let them get away with it."

He pulled your arms forward around his neck and turned his head to kiss your soft bicep. "But mostly, sweetheart, I love you for the exact, complete person you are. No one else is you. No one else could ever be you."

You nodded, rubbing your cheek on his. "I believe you, and I promise not to forget it."

"Good." He said. "And I noticed that nowhere in your list did you say that you loved me for the fact that I'm famous and/or that I make 'panties wet'." He said, using finger quotes and a giving a roll of his eyes.

You winced.

"Which I'm very happy about. Because you know, none of that stuff is real, the fame, the propositions from random women. None of it means anything. This is real. You. Here. All naked and wrapped around me, loving me...and trusting me to love you too."

You squeezed him tighter. "I will always trust you. I will always love you. And I will always be yours."

You leaned down and kissed him long and hard, until you both pulled away, desperate for air.

"And I will always be yours." You smiled at him and nipped his bottom lip.

"Exclusively."

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makeadealwithdean · 10 months

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FANFICTION:

DEAN WINCHESTER (masterlist)

SAM WINCHESTER (masterlist)

DESTIEL:

kiss me (until my lips bleed)

— a destiel high school au. Dean and Cas get paired up for a school project and become best friends, until they might be something more.

dear though the night is gone (part 1)

— a post 15x19 fix-it fic. Dean rescues Cas from the Empty, but even after the confession, Dean’s still repressing his feelings for Cas.

MULTI-SHIPS

SERIES:

Bleeding in Love (Sam x Reader x Dean)***

— Sam, Dean, and Reader are out on a hunt when the reader gets injured. It’s funny how life-threatening injuries make secrets spill out. Can the reader successfully navigate a relationship with both boys?

Parts: 4 (so far)

SUPERNATURAL RPF:

JENSEN ACKLES:

down on my knees, beggin’ please***

— Reader loves watching her boyfriend Jensen sing at cons, but when he decides to sing one of her favorite songs, she might love it a little too much. Jensen definitely doesn’t mind.

ANALYSIS ESSAYS:

When exactly did Destiel fall in love?

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 6

Summary: Jakey is the sweetest

Pairings: Jake Jensen X Reader, Jake Jensen X Charles Blackwood

Rating: mature

Warnings: language, implied sex, implied non con/dub con, implied ghost sex, mentions of voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.2K

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“And what are you going to be?” Jake talks to your belly as you struggle to finish breakfast. “You’re going to be mine and your mommy’s precious sweet girl, aren’t you?”

No, he’s not. Charles hops onto the counter behind you, and kicks at Jake’s arm. You look down at Jake who had quit talking and tickling your belly to see him glaring behind you. You got caught. Are you ever going to tell my Princess what you’re doing?

“Jake, is everything okay,” you brush your hand against his cheek, and try to smile. Jake seemed so preoccupied since you had been pregnant. It was like he was always looking at something in the distance. “Are you sure you want this?”

Haha, told you that you were caught.

“Giggles, I’m so happy. Had I had known that you felt the same way I did, I wouldn’t have waited so long.”

Good save, dumb ass.

“You’re just…what do you see?” Jake stands up from the floor, and desperately tries to ignore Charles’ incessant laughter. “Like just now, you were looking at something else. Is it this house? Is it because you don’t want to be here?”

“Stop,” he brings both your hands to his chest, and lets them rest on his heart, “It only beats for you and our baby.”

Sure, sure. Bring up the fact that you have a beating heart. You don’t find it funny that a woman that didn’t think she could get pregnant, now is? You think your sperm did that? We know that’s my hybrid baby. Quit your babbling.

“And,” his voice gets louder, and your body flinches at the volume change, “This house is creepy and…”

Your handsome and sexy ghost has been fucking you with me every night.

“Giggles…we’re…we’re gonna be late. We should eat.”

Fucking coward. Can’t even tell her that our baby is going to be part ghost and part human. You don’t want her to know that you enjoy fucking her with me.

“I’m just so glad that the baby has had such a good strong heartbeat,” he wraps his arms around you, settling his hands on your belly, while he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You’re doing such a good job of growing this precious jellybean of ours.”

Oh god, gag me with a stick. You’re sickeningly sweet. Just look at it as a way to trap her to you. Even if you don’t work out, she can’t leave you. But you’re worried because you know that deep down that’s my baby.

Jake lifts his leg behind him, starting to swing it through Charles’ specter and the ghost rolls his eyes, I can’t feel that you nitwit. Better eat. Need the doctor to tell you we’re having a son.

Holding tightly to Jake’s hand, he leans down to kiss it before his head was back at the monitor, “Everything is normal, right?” He asks worriedly. “This…this is our first,” it warmed your heart to hear Jake say that. It was like he was wanting to have more once this baby was born.

“Baby is growing great,” he pushes your stomach a bit, moving the wand around more, “And stubborn as a mule. Go on, spread your legs. You know,” he says, looking up at you and Jake, “Such a strange thing, me telling a not fully formed human to spread their legs so we know what sex they are. Hehe,” god he was strange, but also the only doctor in the small town. “Right. Right there! Ahh, look at it.”

“I am,” your eyes move over the monitor, and then up at Jake, “What are we looking at.”

“A taco.”

“What?” Jake shouts. “She hasn’t had tacos because the smell makes her vomit. What is our baby?”

“A girl,” snapping a few photos, he takes a towel to clean off the gel from your body. “Should have guessed. Girls are ladies, and they don’t like showing themselves off. It’s okay, dad, you can always try again for a boy.”

“Jake?”

“A girl,” he whispers, looking down at you, and you could see why he was so silent. His little lip was trembling. “We’re having a girl. And her heart, it’s beating good and strong?”

“Better than strong. That’s one of the best heartbeats I’ve heard from a baby her size. She’s always had a good strong heartbeat. Okay, so…you two live in that creepy Blackwood house?” Your squeal completely ignoring what he was saying, because you were having a girl with Jake Jensen.

“We’re having a girl,” you cry, sitting up, and pulling Jake over to you, “Jake, you were right. We’re having us a girl.”

“And her heart?”

“Jake? Her heart is fine. He said it’s better than fine. She’s perfect,” the doctor smiles, and nods at Jake.

“I'm just…paranoid, I guess. Can’t be too sure you know. Everyone wants to make sure their baby is okay,” he clears his throat, finally embracing you in your hug. “We’ve got to hang these on the fridge!”

“Your inflections on your words have been strange lately.”

“Strange man I am. You know this. Alright, come on. Let’s go.”

Charles glares at the ultrasound photos on the fridge, looking at each one. She was supposed to be a boy to carry on his name. She was supposed to be a big strong boy. She is now a…Hey!

His body was engulfed with the refrigerator door opening, “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“You most certainly saw me there. I make myself visible to you. What are you doing?”

“My girlfriend wants strawberry milk. Now…I could give her the strawberry syrup which is full of disgusting ingredients and is most likely what she wants. But I could make some with fresh strawberries and sugar.”

“Just make her what she wants, and put a strawberry on the side. Don’t make her more miserable.”

“You do have a heart,” Jake pauses with his words, and tells himself he was never going to refer to Charles having a heart again. “Why don’t you join us in the bedroom anymore?”

“Why aren’t you fucking someone without a care? She can’t get pregnant.”

He mixes the syrup in the milk, watching as the liquid turns into a pretty pink color before he spins on his heels to look at Charles, “You literally were just using her to breed, weren’t you? You don’t care anymore now that she’s pregnant with my baby. Which by the way, the baby's heartbeat is the best he’s ever heard. How are we supposed to even know if your glowing jizz had any effect on my daughter? Is there a DNA test for that? To prove that your ghost sperm didn’t knock my Giggles up. You pig. You just played with her, and then you don't care?”

“You’re too sweet. It’s disgusting. You’re treating her like she’s a…”

“Princess? You’re the one that calls her that. You…you’re disgusting,” slinging the door to the fridge open, he grabs strawberries, and angrily cuts two. “You, you came into me.”

“Please, don’t say it like that.”

“You used me just as much as you used her.”

“Oh god, let’s act so righteous,” Charles rolls his eyes, turning to walk into the living room and his chair, “And you knew about me. By the way, I used her a lot that first night, and even had her screaming my name. Just ask her.”

Jake starts to say something else, but thinks better of it. Looking down at the milk, he grabs the whipped cream, and swirls a mound on it. Ignoring Charles’ snide comments as he walks up the stairs. “Giggles,” Jake announces walking through the door, “We need a bedroom on the lower level.”

“But this room has the best view. Aha!” You squeal as he hands you the drink. “Jakey, it’s perfect. Oh,” using the straw, you take the biggest drink, this was exactly what you and your daughter were wanting. “And there’s a perfect room next to us for Miss Rosewyn Penelope.”

“She’s gonna have fun when it comes time to spell her name,” he removes his shirt, and settles down beside you. Already scooting closer to your body. Thankfully he was like a furnace, because you were always so cold. His thick fingers rub over your belly, and you feel guilty.

“Jake, I’m sorry, I just have no sex drive right now. I didn’t have morning sickness during the first trimester, and now I do. And I want to have sex with you. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and…”

“You mean more to me than just your body. You’re growing our daughter. I have no room to complain.”

“Why are you acting so off lately then?” You look down at him, thankful that he was the father to your baby. You two were going to make the prettiest baby, and you hoped she had her daddy’s lashes. So dark and full. He doesn’t answer though. “Is it because of what I said about the dildo?”

“What?”

“That…you know I had a fantasy of you and Charles, and…got off on it.”

“What if…you said that you woke up so worked up, and you needed to fuck something,” when he said it like that it was so crude. I mean sure, you had such a vivid dream of Charles railing into you that first night. But still thoughts of Jake kept flashing in your mind, too.

Waking up in various positions. Once with your legs spread wide, and you could swear that you felt his cock pushing into you. “What if it wasn’t a dream?”

“Jake, I love you, but that’s stupid. Charles is dead. He died young, and ghosts aren’t real,” he lifts up off the bed, and stares at you. His usually animated face is gone. “They’re not real.”

“He was murdered.”

“Jake, stop.”

“We saw it in the library. He was murdered. He died shortly after that portrait. Why couldn’t he be real?”

“So, let me get this straight, you think that first night I was here and having those wild sex dreams, he was actually fucking me?” He shrugs his shoulders, but can’t meet your eyes. “Why…why would you think that?”

“You said…you woke up with your ass in the air, and face on the bed, and your body was moving. You could feel his thrusts. And…I saw it, too,” your eyes go wide as you stare at him. Sure, Jake had seen you naked multiple times, but never like that. “Your body was moving like you were being fucked, and you were fast asleep.”

“How much did you watch?”

“I…Giggles, I shouldn’t have done it, but I wanted you so bad, and…I didn’t know you were asleep. You were so loud, and the door was open, and I wanted to walk past it, but you were pointing right at the door, and…I felt him in me, too?”

“He fucked you, too?” You start laughing, because what else were you supposed to do? This was beyond insane. Jake who you had loved for years was getting a pass for that nonsense, because it was too raw to deal with it. This was bizarre. Ever since you had moved here it was strange and unusual. No wonder you got this house at a huge discount.

“No. He didn’t fuck me. I felt him come into me,” you cock up an eyebrow, and he waves his hands, “No, like, he went into my body, like possession. That’s why I didn’t like him. It was too personal with that picture there. It’s like he was watching our every move. Still does. Like he’s inescapable unless we move.”

“I want Rosewyn to grow up here though. She would live in a castle, and…”

“Become friends with a sex crazed ghost?”

“Wait…that first night, it was all night, but in my dreams he was saying something about…ew, no. Ghosts can’t have babies. No. No. This conversation is over. I’m tired, I’m going to bed. We didn’t have this conversation. We have a healthy baby girl growing, and we’re going to be parents, and we’re always going to live in this damn castle. So unless you plan on pretending this ghost Charles is a figment of your imagination, or you're going to find his bones to burn or call the Winchesters, I don’t want to hear another word about this.”

She’s living in denial, Charles laughs at the foot of the bed, and Jake tries to ignore him. She knows. She still feels me growing in her. Doesn’t want to admit the big bad ghost filled her up so good. Got you believing that you’re the crazy one. Neither of you are. You won’t get rid of me. I’ll haunt you forever because I’m growing in her. You’re trapped with me. And when that baby is born, I’ll be able to follow you around. You couldn’t even tell her the truth. Maybe I should.

His body flickers, but you were curling into Jake’s side. “Jakey, I don’t want to fight. I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers, scooting down the bed. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you and our daughter.”

“I know.”

“Shh, get some sleep.”

And maybe one day she’ll feel like fucking you again. You could just be like me and take, Charles stands off the bed, and starts to head back to his chair. His home. Where he felt the most comfortable.

I’ll never be like you, stopping in the doorway, he turns and stares at Jake who gives him a sinister grin. I’m learning, too. You won’t hurt my family. You better change your attitude.

Don’t threaten me, little boy. Sweet dreams, Jake.

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jawritter · 2 years

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Storm

Chapter 23

Summary: Raised in a cult, married at a young age, and divorced after catching your husband cheating on you with your neighbor, you decide to leave behind everything you know after you lose everything you love, and start over again. Who knew one little stop at a gas station would change everything?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Warnings: None

Word Count: 1547

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d. It was at one time posted on Wattpad. In fact, it’s the first fic I’ve ever written. Which is why I wanted to correct and revisit it now that I’ve got more experience under my belt, and I’ve grown as a writer. Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!

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When Jensen said that the schedule was crazy he wasn’t lying. Unfortunately he wasn’t lying about the 5 AM wake up call either, which for the both of you seemed to have come all too early. Then it was the hustle of getting dressed, having room service bring up breakfast in time. The in and out of handlers bringing schedules and giving directions of what the day was going to look like. It seemed like as soon as you opened your eyes, it all started rolling, and there was no sign it was going to stop.

By the time you both staggered out of the room, and met Jared and Gen in the hallway, you felt like your head was spinning, and you just couldn’t understand how Jared and Jensen seemed to be keeping up as you were all four bustled down the narrow hallway towards the green room they had set up for the cast and their families.

“How ya holding up?” Gen asks as a handler jumped right up as soon as you came through the green room, ready to give the boys the instructions and things for the breakfast panel they were about to walk into.

“I don’t know, ask me when my head stops spinning,” you tell her, and she threw her head back and laughed.

“It gets better,” she promised, passing you a cup of much needed coffee. “You fall into a rhythm, and then it’s just rolling with it.”

You took a look around the room at the mostly familiar faces. All of them looked tired, but otherwise relaxed. Apparently Jensen, Jared, and Misha had missed the concert the night before, but it wasn’t a requirement that they attend that anyway, but the ones that did attend seemed extra drained.

This was the part you wished the fans could see. The sacrifice these people made so that they could enjoy one of these cons. It wasn’t easy money exactly, it was work.

“Okay, Jared, Jensen, we’re ready for you guys on the stage,” a young girl said from the corner of the room holding an ear piece as if someone was talking into it to her.

Jensen quickly leaned down and captured your lips in his. “You okay?” he asked as the group of you seemed to move in a collective whole towards the stage area they had set up.

“I’m fine,” you tell him. He had enough to worry about, he didn’t need to worry about you.

“It’s this thirty minute panel, then we go straight to Autographs, and then the first round of photo ops,” he informed you, “but we get a few brakes in between. It’s not that bad. You will see.”

You gave him what you thought was your best reassuring smile, and Gen grabbed your wrist as the group started to break off. “Come on, we’re going to watch from the side over here,” she said, leading you to a group of chairs they had sat along the wall at the far side of the stage where most people could not see you.

“There’s only one day of this one,” Gen said as you both took your seats and the crowd erupted and Jared and Jensen took the stage, both now with a coffee in their hand. “Then we can fly back to Austin for a little while and just enjoy our boys not having to work.”

“You know, I don’t think Jensen and I have had a ‘normal’ time off where it’s just the two of us and no drama,” you told her, and she burst into laughter and Jensen and Jared started to heckle each other over Jared’s unreal dedication to winter head gear.

“Oh, I didn’t say there would be any drama,” she said, her eyes training to the stage as the questions started to flow. “Jensen and Jared tend to create that for themselves with no one else in the room.”

“You’re not wrong,” you tell her. “Have you ever watched Jensen try to fry an egg without burning his hand at least once?

The rest of the day passed without a hitch. The panels were by far your favorite thing to watch. It was fun to see Jensen and Jared interact with their fans and answer their questions. You had never really seen them interact with fans on this level before. Normally, it was just a quick, “omg I love you can I get a picture with you?” In this whole atmosphere they were in some sort of constant interaction with fans in one instance or another.

You were even able to see it up close when you were sitting next to him while he was signing autographs. He was so attentive, and he cared so much about his fans, it was sweet to see how much they meant to him. You could see at that point, why he still did this. These people, these virtual strangers. They were a part of them more than you could understand before. They really were a family.

More than that, everyone you seemed to interact with welcomed you. None of them had any angry or mean things to say to you like you feared, even though they were curious. That alone was a relief.

By the time the last panel of the day came to a close, you were all more than a little exhausted, but that didn’t stop you from gathering up with the cast and crew for one more dinner together before everyone broke for hiatus, and no one would see each other for a few weeks, save Jensen and Jared.

The laughter and jokes that spread around the table as drinks and food were passed around, look honestly like something you saw in a sitcom. It wasn’t something you had ever seen before. Happiness, friendship, laughter, they were all still so foreign in a lot of ways, and yet familiar. This is what you would have pictured a real, happy, family to look like. Not some headship and leadership that held dominion over the table while the family ate with sad faces and stoned silence as if in fear to utter even a word. You could see more than ever now, just how wrong that your life had been led, and just how thankful you were to be away from it.

“So,” Kim asked, tossing a bread roll back down onto her plate and taking a generous swig from her wine glass. “What are you two crazy kids going to do now aside from planning a wedding?”

“Sleep for about six days solid,” Jensen interjected, “or at least that’s my plan as soon as I get back to Austin.”

“Honestly, that doesn’t sound like a bad plan,” Jared agreed, yawning widely as he looked at his watch. “Good God it’s only 9 PM! When did we die man.”

“Think I was about 36,” Jensen said, talking around a mouth full of food and earning a giggle from half of the table.

“No seriously,” Kim said, looking at the two of you sternly. “What are your plans? You gonna have kids? Are you going to stay in Austin? What does the future look like goal wise right now for you?”

You froze mid chew, and Jensen choked on his drink as the whole table looked at the two of you, hanging on the edge of their seats waiting for your answers.

“Uh...I uh…” Jensen stuttered, but thankfully you had the presents of mind to start talking, because he looked like he was about to absolutely panic.

“Honestly, we haven’t talked about any kids, and I assume we’re going to stay in Austin unless Jensen knows something I don’t. We’re honestly just taking things one day at a time,” you answer, and everyone returns to normal chatter. Everyone except Jensen, who was suddenly very interested in his meal and had become very quiet.

“Well there’s no rush,” Kim assured you. “Take things as slow as you need too.”

Your eyes drifted to Jensen, who was still staring as the food he was shoving around his plate with a fork, refusing to meet your gaze, and you wondered if you said something wrong, or if he was just tired and ready to go back to the hotel room, but you weren’t going to probe it out of him. If he wanted to tell you, then he’d tell you.

“Come on honey,” Jensen said suddenly, standing up from the table and grabbing your hand in his. “I’m ready to crash, we got an early flight home tomorrow.”

You barely had time to tell everyone goodbye before Jensen was pulling you from the restaurant, and when you were finally out of the establishment, you turned to Jensen as you both walked down the street towards the hotel room.

“Is everything okay? Did I say something wrong back there that made you want to leave early?” you asked him, and he looked down at you with a soft gaze that momentarily made you forget what it was you were worrying over. He was good at that.

“No, everything’s fine. I’m fine. Just tired.”

You hoped to God that was the truth, but you couldn’t help but feel like Jensen was hiding something from you.

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I’m currently writing series exclusively, and while it’s so good to be able to build and expand a world, I’m in desperate need of some change every now and again. So, that’s why I’m opening drabble requests for my inbox.

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When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 10

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 2,710

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N- Back from the convention, it's time to make some choices. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

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When you arrive back in Austin after the convention, you spend what’s left of Saturday night up in the guest room. You aren’t feeling very social. Gen talks to you after putting Tom down. She saw the interview and listens as you voice your frustration with it all.

The two of you spend some time Sunday afternoon out by the pool. Tom goes between playing in the water and the yard. Gen had been sitting next to you in the lounge chair, but went inside to take a phone call. Coming back out she has a notebook and pen in hand.

“Okay, your parents are coming over for dinner tomorrow night. Mom says they should be here by 4. MJ is bringing their kids over around that time. That way all the grandkids can play and spend some time with their grandparents. Jeff gets out of work around 5 and will be over after.” She pauses before looking at you, “Will you be around then?”

“Yes ma’am. Other than the table read in the morning I don’t have anything else going on.”

“What about…?”

“I’m going to bake the cake tonight and I’ll decorate it tomorrow when I get back,” you inform your sister-in-law before she can even finish the question.

“Thank you.”

“What do you have planned for food?”

Gen goes over the menu and the rest of her plans for Jared’s birthday the next day. Done with that, the two of you enjoy a little time in the sun.

You walk in the kitchen that afternoon to Tom and Gen watching something on her computer. It just takes a few minutes for you to realize it’s the guys panel from this morning. Turning around, you head up to your room to unpack your suitcase.

It’s late when Jared arrives home that night. Gen is already asleep and you are watching a movie in the living room. After greeting you, he makes his way upstairs. He doesn't mention the con and you don’t ask.

Coming down to breakfast the next morning, you can hear your brother and his wife talking. Quickly realizing it’s about Jensen, you freeze on the steps.

“I told him Tom misses him and wants to see him. He gets back to town end of next week. Maybe we can get together then or something.” He pauses, “I don’t know, maybe that’s a bad idea because what about Y/N. She doesn’t want to see him at cons, she really won’t want to see him here. She might not actually want me to have anything to do with him anymore, and I don’t know if I should…”

“Okay Padalecki, pause there for a minute.” Gen stops him before he can get too worked up. “She has told you before and she and I’ve talked about this. She doesn't want you to lose your best friend because they didn’t work out. Just don’t push him on her right now.” You and Gen both know just how important Jensen is to Jared. You don’t want to be the reason your brother loses one of his biggest supporters.

“I don’t know.”

Hearing this conversation, you know it’s time for you to do something. You can’t keep imposing on your brother and his family. You make a little more noise as you come the rest of the way downstairs.

“Morning! Happy birthday big brother.” You walk over and give him a hug, before turning to Gen. “What can I do to help with breakfast?”

It isn’t long before Tom comes running down and joins you all. “Daddy! Happy birthday!”

“Thanks bud. How was your weekend?”

“Okay, did you see Unca Jensen?”

Jared looks over at you, you nod at him to keep going. “I did, he’s going to be home in a few weeks.”

“Can we see him?” the little guy excitedly asks.

Once again, your brother looks at you.

“I’m sure your dad and Unca Jensen are going to be hanging out just like they used to, little man,” you reassure your nephew, while letting Jared know you’re okay with him hanging out with Jensen.

After breakfast, all of you head over to the studio. The table read for the first episode is this morning. You’ve met some of the cast before, but it’s the first time you’ve been introduced to Keegan Allen. He sits down in the empty seat next to you and introduces himself.

“Hey, anyone sitting here?”

“Nope, all yours.”

“Great, I’m Keegan Allen.”

“Y/N, nice to meet you.”

As you shake hands he asks, “no last name?”

Chuckling before you answer, “Padalecki.”

He looks from you to Jared. “Yeah, he’s my big brother. I was trying to avoid getting that info out there yet.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to scare everyone with who your brother is huh?”

“Not really.”

The table reading goes well. The cast seems like a good group, you are excited to get started on this project. Gen takes off with Tom as soon as she is done. You hang around with Jared until he is finished talking with the director and a few others. You take a walk through the set while you are waiting, to get a feel for your new workplace.

It will definitely be a change from working on Supernatural. You know it’s not the only change in your future. Pulling out your phone, you call Amy about the apartments. There is still one available at the Congress Ave units, but they have a renter coming in December. So you can only get a four month lease. You take it anyway, going back to L.A. is still floating around your mind.

Jared comes and finds you when he’s all done, and the two of you head back home. Changing his clothes he takes Tom to the living room to play and keep him out of the kitchen. You start working on decorating the cake and Gen is making the boys some sandwiches for lunch. The two of you start on dinner prep so it just has to be cooked later.

Your parents arrive that afternoon, just before your sister-in-law. When everyone is in their swim clothes, you all head out for the pool. Jared, your dad and yourself get in the pool with the kids, while your mom and sisters-in-law take a seat in the lounge chairs.

By the time Jeff arrives things are starting to calm down. The kids are out of the pool and chasing their grandfather around, with Sadie running after them. You move in the house to get dinner started. The rest of the ladies join you shortly, but MJ doesn’t last long. When your mom opens the oven to check on the food and the smell floats through the kitchen, she is running out. Gen and your mom look at her with a knowing smile when she returns, you hadn’t put it together yet.

“Are you alright?” you ask concerned.

She has a small smile when she looks around, “yeah, we’re great.”

Your mom goes up and hugs her, Gen next, “oh this is so exciting,” she cries out. “How far are you?”

“Due in early February,” MJ tells you all, “around 7 weeks. We were going to wait a little longer to tell everyone.”

“I’m so glad I have someone to commiserate with.” Gen hugs her again.

“We promise to be surprised when you tell us again,” your mom reassures her.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” you tell her, giving her a hug. “I need to grab something, I’ll be right back,” you tell them all as you head upstairs.

You change out of your pool clothes, and take that time to get your emotions under control. You are so happy for both Gen and MJ, it just reminds you of what you aren’t close to having. Emotions in check you head back downstairs to help get dinner outside.

You put on a smile to get through dinner and the evening with your family. When the kids are close to passing out Jeff and MaryJo load them up to head home. Your parents are staying the night, while they are with Gen and Jared, you make your way inside to clean up the rest of the kitchen. Jared takes Tom up to bed and the rest of the crew moves into the living room, where you join them.

Tuesday morning, your parents get up and head home after breakfast. Jared heads to the studio where he has meetings before filming begins tomorrow. You take the morning to go over the script and work on your lines.

Your character, Liz, and Gen’s character are sisters on the show. Liz has been helping Walker’s family with the kids, and has joined the Rangers while Cordell was away undercover. She seems to be pretty present in the first few episodes from what you have heard. Hard to say if it will stay that way.

Gen is outside when you go find her during one of your breaks.

“Can we talk before Jared gets back?”

“Yeah, of course. What’s up?”

“I found an apartment. I’m supposed to sign the papers this afternoon.”

“Y/N, you know you don’t have to leave. We love having you stay with us.”

“Thanks Gen. As much as I love being around you all, I need to do this, and start moving on with this new chapter of my life.”

She nods in understanding. “Where is it?”

You tell her about your new place, leaving out that it’s only short term for now.

“When are you telling Jared?”

“Um, I thought about waiting for him to realize I was gone.”

“Y/N!”

“Or tonight.”

Mid afternoon you go over to the complex to sign the lease and get your keys. When you are finished in the office you go up to look around the third story apartment which is now your new home. Looking around you had forgotten just how small this place was. Walking in the door you enter the small living room, the kitchen is straight ahead, bedroom off to the side of the living room, with the bathroom through there. Yep, this was going to be so different than being at Jared’s. At least it’s just you. Locking it back up, you head back to your brother’s house.

When Tom leaves the table after dinner, you let your brother know about your new living arrangements.

“So I signed the lease for an apartment today.”

His head jerks up from his plate, “what? Why?”

“I appreciate all you and Gen have done for me the last few months, but it’s time to get back out on my own. Plus you don’t need me hanging around. You have your own family to concentrate on.”

“You are my family.”

“Yes, but not your spouse or kid. You need your space back, and to not have to worry about what your sister is doing before you go somewhere or invite people over.”

“Is this about Tom asking about Jensen? Because…”

“It’s about me moving forward. Plus, he has been your best friend for years. The two of you should be able to get together without worrying about who is going to be upset over it. I’ll still be in town.” ‘For now’ you silently add in your head.

“If it would make you feel better, I don’t have to talk to him anymore.”

“It wouldn’t. The friendship you two have is something special, you two are almost closer than you and Jeff sometimes. Don’t let this break that up.”

It takes a little bit of convincing from you and Gen, but your brother is finally alright with the idea of you leaving the house.

“I did like having you around, and not just for the free babysitting. When do you leave?”

“I know, I enjoyed spending time with all of you. I was thinking of taking a few things over on my way to work this week, and the rest of it this weekend. I really don’t have too much to move, I sold a lot of things.”

He looks over at Gen, “we can help this weekend.”

“Thanks.”

Jensen has a shorter filming day on Monday, after he gets back from the Florida convention. He briefly sees Karl in passing on set, who mentions going out with some of the others for dinner that evening. Jensen agrees to go before heading back to his apartment to change.

Taking a look around, he knows he needs to spend some time picking up and packing his things, which have spread out through the apartment. There is just under two weeks before he clears out of here and moves back to Texas. He opens the small safe in the bedroom to put his passport back for safe keeping, and riffles through the other items inside to see what’s there. A silver bag catches his attention, pulling it out, he looks inside.

“Son of a bitch!” he exclaims. Taking it over to the couch he sits down and stares at the black box inside.

He’s been sitting there for a while, and misses the sound of his phone ringing. A pounding on the door finally pulls him out of his head. Opening the door, Jensen stares at his visitor in confusion. Karl is on the other side, arms folded in front of him.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You said, ya were gonna join us for dinner. Then never showed and didn't answer your bloody phone. Claudia was going to come over and check on you. I told her I had to come this way so I’d do it.”

“Thanks. I um, got caught up with something and forgot I guess.”

“You alright?” his friend asks, following him into the living room area.

Jensen hands him the box before sitting down across from him.

Karl opens it up to look inside, “uh, nice mate, but really not my style, thanks anyway.”

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Jensen takes the open box back. “I bought this for Y/N, it was her birthday present.”

“Oh. She give it back when you saw her?”

“No. I didn’t see her. She left before I got there.”

“Then?”

“I found it in my safe. I never gave it to her. I had every intention of making it up to her for missing her birthday, once I realized I had. But I guess I never did. Somehow, I told myself I did. How much of what she said I was doing is true? If she was right, how could I have hurt her like that?” He just stares at the jewelry in his hand once he finishes talking.

Karl can’t answer that, he’s still trying to catch up with all that was said, but Jensen doesn’t expect him to. “I guess the question now is, what are you going to do about it?” Karl finally asks.

“I don’t know that I can do anything. I start filming Big Sky next month. That will keep me busy for the next 3 and half months. Plus a few sporadic episodes in the spring. We’ve got press promos for this that start in November. There will be a press tour for the Batman movie coming early next year. Things aren’t slowing down right now.”

Jensen starts pacing the living room. “I miss her, I really do. But what do I do? Do I go back and say ‘sorry I was too busy for us. Maybe you were right in what you accused me of. Will you give me another chance, but I still won’t be around much.’ I’m sure that would go over swell.”

“If you really want her in your life, you need to figure out how to make it work. If you don’t think you can, it’s not fair to drag her back in.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Karl doesn’t stay long, and Jensen is left alone with his thoughts. All of which revolve around you. His feelings for you are still very much there, he doesn't see that changing anytime soon. Looking back, Jensen can’t believe his actions, how did he end up treating you so badly? Maybe he really isn’t the man you deserve?

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 11