#supernatural rpf imagine

[perplexedflower]

Last Floor To My Heart

Fandom: Supernatural RPF.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Richard Speight Jr. x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 4,855.

Summary: In a single night, [Y/N]'s life takes a turn for the worse; that is, until she goes seeking comfort in the arms of the only man who can make it all better.

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Everything happened so fast.

Restlessly sitting on the living room couch, my crossed legs could not stop fidgeting as I waited for Mark to come home. A few minutes earlier, he had called me to say he was on his way home, and that he had something important to tell me when he would be back. When I had asked him why he could not simply tell me over the phone, he had answered it was too significant not to be discussed face-to-face. I had not argued any further, but deep down I knew damn well it was not like him to say a thing such as that.

Mark and I had been dating for almost two years, and this time we had spent together had been good to us. We had met on the set of Supernatural, and back then, it was clear to everyone that we hit it off right away; I was introduced to the plot as an endgame character, so I made my debut near the last seasons of the show. However, I had still been given the opportunity to play alongside Mark, even if only for a few times. And although I was instantly charmed by his Lucifer, I got to know him personally over time and consequently fell for him beyond his character.

It had taken us a while to officially get together, but once we did, we never let go of each other. And we both believed things would grow and evolve between the two of us, shifting our relationship into something more and more serious as time would go on. At least, that is what I believed in until I started noticing a change in Mark's behavior, a change in the way he would talk to me, and act around me. I had always brushed that feeling aside, convincing myself it was only a misinterpretation, a fabrication of my own paranoid mind. But with one simple phone call, all my suspicions had come flowing back up to the surface, and it was becoming hard to ignore them.

As I was getting deeply lost in thought, I suddenly heard the front door open and turned around, only to see Mark enter the living room in somewhat of a rush.

"Hey." He promptly let out without even looking at me.

"Hey..." I awkwardly said back.

I was searching for his eyes, but it was clear to me he was trying to avoid making eye contact with me.

"So... you wanted to tell me something?"

My stomach felt like a tangled bag of knots, hurting my guts, which had a bad feeling about what was about to take place.

"Yeah, we need to talk."

This sentence alone made me gulp and look down at my feet.

"Listen, [Y/N]..." Mark started with faint remorse. "I'm sorry... It truly pains me to say it, as much as it will pain you to hear it, but... we should break up."

I blankly stared at him, in a complete state of shock.

"But-"

"No." He cut me off with a sigh. "It's for the best, trust me."

What? Why? How? Have I done something wrong? Have you met another woman? Do you not love me anymore?

Questions began piling up in my mind, so many questions I wanted to ask him. But I was rendered unable to speak.

"I'm sorry." He said once more, still looking away from me.

His apologies were not fully sincere, I could feel it, I knew him well enough to feel it. But still, I was not able to talk back. All I could do was cry. And so I did: I cried miserably on this couch, feeling sorry for myself, wondering how pathetic Mark must have found me. As my thoughts started to overwhelm me, I finally managed to stand up and walked to our bedroom without a word. I grabbed my suitcase and my duffle bag and put them both on the bed; I rapidly gathered my things, which I had scattered across the room, and stuffed them all back inside my luggage. There was not much to collect, just the essentials: clothes, a book, and my computer. But I refused to leave in this house the only few things I had brought with me. I knew I was no longer wanted here; I knew I had to get out of there.

I quickly changed my clothes and put on a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a jacket, and shoes. I zipped and closed both my suitcase and bag, before leaving the room with them in hand. As I walked to the front door, I came back into the living room, and Mark stood up as he saw me, ready to go, my hand on the knob.

"[Y/N]-"

"No, don't say anything." I said while crying, interrupting him. "That's what you wanted, for me to go away. So that's what I'm doing."

And with that, I opened the door and stepped outside, after which I closed it right back behind me. Standing in front of the house, I let my luggage fall on the ground beside me and grabbed my head with my hands as I cried more tears.

How did this happen? And why?

I regained my composure and wiped away my tears, before picking up my suitcase and my bag. I took a few steps away from the house and looked around: I had nowhere to go. Mark's house was not very far away from the city center, so I decided to take a night walk. I had always loved walking down the streets at night. But not in this particular state of mind. Not while emotionally devastated.

After a few minutes of aimless strolling, I entered the heart of the city and started seeing all types of people walking up and down the streets, going in and out of restaurants, shopping, and simply minding their own business. As an extroverted person, it had never bothered me much to be around masses of people, and at that very moment, it even allowed me to lose myself among them: I could have cried, nobody would have noticed.

I still had no idea what to do or where to go, wandering alone in the crowded streets. But as I turned my head to the right, my eyes fell on an imposing hotel, illuminated by gorgeous lit-up fountains and surrounded by various types of floral decorations. And that was when I remembered.

Richard. That's the hotel Richard's staying in.

Similarly to Mark, I had met Richard while working on Supernatural; and similarly to Mark, Richard and I had become close friends in only a matter of weeks. After the show had ended, we stayed in touch, and over time, we started to hang out more and more. We eventually began working on common projects together, though they were all silly and for our own amusement. But it led us to have somewhat of a reputation as a duo, to the point of being cast as the two main protagonists in a brand-new TV show. We obviously both accepted, and this new shared adventure had brought us yet even closer to each other.

It had now been some time since we had started working together on the series, and it had taken us to Los Angeles, where we had to shoot for about a week. The production crew had decided to put both of us up in a hotel, but I had told them not to book me a room since I knew Mark resided in town and that I could spend the nights over at his place. Production had accepted my request and ended up booking a single room for Richard, although they had told me it went against regular policy.

Standing in front of the hotel, I looked back on how I had thanked the crew for making an exception. But as I now felt lonely and abandoned, I wished I had not said anything and just accepted the hotel room from the get-go. With my suitcase in my left hand and my duffle bag over my right shoulder, I walked up to the entrance of the hotel and stopped in front of the security guarding the doors. Since I had no room registered to my name, I had not been granted access to the hotel, but Richard had given me an extra entry pass, in case I would need or want to see him in his hotel room.

I presented the pass to the guard and was let inside; walking in, I was instantly blinded by the bright lights emanating from the chandeliers mounted on the ceiling, which contrasted sharply with the darkness outside. For a second, I thought about giving Richard a call, to let him know I was on my way to his room; but given how emotionally weakened I was, I felt I would not be able to speak over the phone, so decided against it. I made my way to the elevator and tried to remember on which floor his room was as I stepped inside; after having searched deep enough in my memory, I pressed the button to the third floor and went up with the elevator. Once on the third floor, the elevator doors opened and I took a step into the bright red hallway.

I slowly walked up to his room and stopped at the door, my luggage in hand, my vision blurry, and my mind blown away. I leaned forward and knocked twice on his door with a shaky hand.

"Who is it?" I heard Richard's voice ask from far away.

"Richard... It's me..." I tried to speak loud and clear.

"... [Y/N]?" He asked with surprise, recognizing my voice. "Hang on."

Inside the room, I could hear fast and loud footsteps, and in a matter of seconds, the door opened widely: I was faced with Richard, staring into my eyes, visibly worried. The door had only just opened that I immediately fell into his arms, my body going limp.

"Woah- Hey, hey." He let out as he caught me by the shoulders. "[Y/N], what's wrong?"

A simple look into his eyes was enough to make him understand I was unable to speak, so he took from my hands the suitcase and bag I was carrying and put them both inside, by the door.

"C'mon, come inside." He said gently as he held me by the arms.

Once inside, he closed the door behind us and made me walk to the couch, before helping me sit down next to him. When he understood I could not stop crying, he put a delicate hand over my knee, which made me look up and into his shining eyes.

"Can you talk?" He started softly. "Do you want to talk? I'm not forcing you if you don't want to or don't feel like it."

Despite how pathetic and pitiful I was feeling mentally, my face still managed to shape my lips into a smile that I sent his way, alongside a nod. Richard and I had been really good friends ever since we had first met, for what seemed to me like forever, and he had always been so caring towards me. Every time I needed someone's presence, he was that someone. That someone who I knew would always be there for me.

I stared back at him and was pained to see how sad he was to see me in such a state.

"It's Mark..." I tried to say, a tear stuck in my throat. "... We broke up."

Richard stared at me in a way I could not describe: he seemed sad, shocked, and for some reason, angry.

"... What?" He finally said after a few seconds of silence.

"He told me it's what's best for us..."

He grabbed his forehead with a sigh, visibly pensive, before turning to me swiftly. He leaned closer to me and hugged me tight, wrapping me in his embrace to try and help me calm down. I felt at peace in his arms. I had always felt comfortable in Richard's arms. But never before had I craved his touch so badly. I grabbed tight onto his back as I allowed myself to cry more tears on his shoulder, my head resting against the crook of his neck. Mark's words had rendered a part of my soul cold and empty, but Richard's warmth was the only remedy I needed to fix it.

He passed a hand on my back, rubbing it back and forth, in hopes of stopping my tears from flowing.

"Shh, shh..." He lulled me softly.

His soothing shushing resonating through my mind, I lost myself in his embrace and kept holding him close, making him understand I did not want him to let go. We remained in each other's arms for a few silent minutes, until he pulled away gently and grabbed my shoulders with care: he looked at me straight in the eyes once more, and when I gazed inside his, it was as if an electrical shock was traveling through my entire body.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked me with a faint smile.

"I don't know..." I answered honestly while shaking my head slowly.

Richard tucked a strand of hair behind my ear while slightly tilting his head to the side.

"What would help you feel better? What do you want, right now?"

My eyes were still interlocked with his, but my mind went elsewhere.

What do I want?

I asked myself the same question he had just asked me, but was somehow unable to come up with a definitive answer: instead of giving him a verbal response, I stared into his whiskey-colored eyes as I grabbed one of his hands with both of mine. His gorgeous face lit up with a stunning smile I had had the chance to see so many times before, but never had enough of.

"Well, in any case, I do know what you'd need right now." He started, backing away from me a little. "What do you say I make you a cup of tea, and go fetch you a blanket or two?"

I giggled softly at his offer and the sound of my own laughter made me realize I was starting to feel better.

"I say I'd very much appreciate it." I replied with a warm smile.

"Alright, I'll get on it right away then." He smiled back. "The tea might take a while to get ready, so don't hesitate to walk around and stretch your legs a bit."

"Good idea." I said as I stood up from the couch at the same time as him.

While Richard left the room, I took a look around, and only then did I realize his hotel room was not even a single room, but a suite. I spotted three other rooms, in addition to the living area: a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. I made my way to the bathroom while taking in everything around me.

"Damn, Rich..." I said out loud, addressing him even though he was not in the room with me. "They gave you a full-on suite."

"I know, right?" I heard him chuckle from another room.

I stepped inside the bathroom and passed a hand over the wall as I scoffed lightly.

"I can't believe I'm missing out on all of this." I murmured to myself somewhat disappointedly.

Walking deeper into the bathroom, I approached the sink and stopped in front of the mirror above it.

Jesus Christ...

"... I look like shit." I finished my thought aloud.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with a sigh.

"And to think Richard had to see me like that..."

Opening my eyes back up, I looked more closely at my eyes and the ruined mascara around them.

I'll remove my makeup and clean my face a little, hopefully that'll make me look less miserable.

I made my way back to the front door and picked up my suitcase and my duffle bag: I carried them over to the living area, and set them both down on the floor next to the couch, before unzipping the suitcase, which contained a makeup bag. As I was about to leave the room, my makeup bag in hand, I noticed a blanket and a couple of pillows on the couch, which had not been there before. I smiled and headed back to the bathroom, but stopped by the kitchen this time; leaning a shoulder against the wall behind me, I observed Richard meticulously preparing my tea, softly humming a tune to himself, and felt my cheeks get hotter and hotter the longer I stared at him.

Before he got the chance to turn around and spot me, I kept on walking and entered the bathroom once more. I set my pouch down and opened it to take my makeup remover out, and started cleaning my face. After I had removed all traces of makeup from my face, I splashed some cold water on it, after which I dabbed on my skin with a fresh towel hanging beside the sink. With my face now cleaned and dried up, I took another look at myself in the mirror.

"Well... it's considerably better." I told myself with a sigh.

I put my makeup remover back into my makeup bag and exited the bathroom, and once I was in the living room again, I placed my bag back inside my suitcase. With that done and out of the way, I sat down on the couch once more and let my body relax at the contact of the soft blanket and pillows: just as I was getting comfortable, Richard entered the room, a warm smile on his face and a cup in hand.

"Tea's ready." He said as he walked up to me.

He sat down next to me and held out the mug before my hands.

"Here. Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks."

We exchanged smiles as I grabbed the mug from his hands, but our eyes left each other and my cheeks reddened when my fingers went brushing against his, his skin feeling hotter to the touch than the tea itself. I kept the cup in my hands for a while without actually drinking from it, taking in the heat from the ceramic, and feeling it spread throughout my body. As I took the first sip, I looked back at Richard.

"It's delicious." I told him with a sincere smile.

"It's the one I always make you when you're feeling down, but I perfected it by adding a few drops of honey and milk this time." He said with a sense of pride.

"Well, I love this new specialty of yours." I chuckled gently. "And I hope I'll get to taste it again in the future."

"I'll make you as much as you want. Even when you're not feeling down."

Perhaps it was the sip I had just swallowed, or the syrupy-sweet tone of his voice, but when I heard Richard's words, I felt my throat heat up and spread this heat across my face. Holding tight the mug in my hands, I dared look up and into his honey-colored eyes, sweeter than the honey in my tea. But once I had started staring into them, it was impossible for me to look away; stickier than nectar, they kept me unable to move or fight my way out of them, forcing me to lose myself deeper in them.

And if it had not been for him breaking our stare and looking away, I would have remained stuck into his gaze for all eternity.

"Alright, finish your tea up." He told me as he cleared his throat. "You've gotta rest a little, now."

I blinked a couple of times, pulling myself out of my reveries, and did as I was told. As I took the last sip from my mug, he grabbed the blanket he had brought over and carefully laid it over me, before taking the now-empty cup from my hands.

"If you can, try and take a nap. I know it's still early for sleep, but you've been through a lot tonight, you need to rest. Even just for a short while."

He stood up from the couch, the mug in hand, and turned to me.

"If you need me, or anything, I'll be in my bedroom, all right?"

"All right." I nodded.

As I watched him begin to leave the room, a voice inside of me reached out to him.

"Rich, wait." I suddenly said.

He stopped walking and turned around, only to meet my smiling face.

"Thank you, for everything."

A loving smile took shape on his face at the same time his cheeks got riddled with blush. Turning back around, he flipped the light switch off and headed for his bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I lay down across the couch, finding warmth in the cozy blanket covering my body, and closed my eyes with a yawn. As if he was still on the couch with me, I could smell Richard's cologne surrounding me, wrapping me in a feeling of reassurance. Everything around me felt so snug, so homelike, that I fell asleep right away.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt somewhat disoriented, but also revitalized. I reached out for my right jacket pocket and pulled my phone out to look at the time, and saw my good rest had lasted over half an hour. I stretched my arms and legs before slowly rising into a sitting position, and pushed the blanket aside. I rubbed my eyes while yawning then decided to take my phone out once again, this time to check if I had any potential notifications; but before I could even unlock my phone, I was distracted by Richard's voice, conversing with another, awfully familiar one, breaking the silence reigning throughout the entire suite.

I quietly stood up from the couch and as I slowly stepped toward his bedroom, the two voices got louder, deeper, and angrier. Not wanting to interrupt and make my presence known, I stopped around a corner of the wall and observed from afar.

"What's the deal with [Y/N]?" I saw Richard angrily ask the phone he was holding up to his ear.

"What happened between her and I is none of your goddamn business." I recognized Mark's voice on the other side of the line. "Besides, why are you even concerned about that? You should be happy, now she's all yours."

"I have the right to know. And I don't want her to be 'all mine'. She's not a plaything, Mark. You've treated her like a toy for so long, and now you've broken it."

"You think I take pride in what I've done? No, but it was for the best."

Before Richard could add anything else, Mark abruptly hung up on him, putting a forced end to their conversation.

"Bastard..." He murmured to himself as he glared at the phone.

Quietly standing still, I watched him sit down on the edge of his bed, before setting his phone aside and burying his face in his hands; hesitantly, I took a few steps forward and gently knocked on his wide-open bedroom door, revealing myself.

"Rich..." I said in a low voice.

The second he heard the sound of my voice, he looked up and met my eyes, before standing up quickly.

"[Y/N]-" He exclaimed as he walked toward me. "How long have you been up? Are you feeling any better?"

"I am, that nap felt really good." I answered him with a forced smile.

He smiled back at me, but we both knew that neither of our grins was heartfelt: mine slowly vanished as I stared into his eyes intensely.

"Listen, Rich..." I started awkwardly. "I... I heard you talk with Mark over the phone..."

His smile faded away and he instinctively avoided looking into my eyes as he backed off slightly; but I could not bring myself to divert my sight from him, and with the both of us staying silent, I could feel the uneasiness settle between us.

"Do you mind... explaining to me what Mark meant when he said what he said about you?" I shyly spoke up.

Richard exhaled heavily as he grabbed the back of his neck with one hand.

"[Y/N], I..."

He tried to speak, but I could read in him the struggle he was going through to find the right words to use: he did not finish his sentence and instead left it hanging, letting silence take over once more.

"You should be happy, now she's all yours."

This one sentence kept resonating in my head, and the more I was hearing it, the more I was beginning to accept it.

"I know what Mark meant, Rich." I said gently as I took a confident step forward. "But I want to hear it from you."

He finally looked up at me, and before he even said a word, I could read the love in his eyes, and I could feel it spread over to mine.

"I love you, [Y/N]." Richard confessed with a deep breath. "I always have. Since the first time we met, since the very moment I saw you, I've always felt this way about you. And, when you and Mark got together, I promised myself I'd keep my feelings hidden and away. The last thing I wanted was to ruin your relationship by interfering... Mark eventually figured it out a couple of weeks ago."

Listening to him pour his heart out to me, I could feel each and every single one of his words was truly sincere.

"[Y/N]... I'm so sorry to burden you with all this... You shouldn't have to sit through my rambling, after what you've just gone through with Mark-"

"No." I suddenly interrupted him.

His eyes opened wider in surprise, and the gleam visible inside of them was a sign he would have begun shedding a tear if I had not stopped him from talking further. I felt my cheeks flush as I took a step in his direction.

"I... I love you too." I shamefully admitted. "Like you, I always have. Something inside of me triggered when I first talked to you. But... I've always been unsure of my feelings for you, unsure of their true nature... It's always been in and out for me. Then, Mark came pretty early on, so I think my brain just... unconsciously pushed these feelings aside. But they've always been there. They never left."

Staring into his sparkling eyes, I felt the atmosphere surrounding us becoming heavier than ever.

"... I never knew you felt this way about me." I shook my head slowly. "But now, it just feels like it makes all the sense in the world..."

Losing some of my confidence, I looked down at my feet and sighed.

"God, I feel so stupid... I've been oblivious this whole time, I should've seen-"

"[Y/N]." He cut me off gently. "Don't blame yourself, please."

"No, I have my share of responsibility in this, Rich. If I had noticed your feelings for me right away, then... maybe... we could've-"

Before I could finish speaking, my cheeks were cupped by two strong hands, before I felt Richard's lips against mine. The contact of our skins against one another was so sudden, that I could not help but let out a soft, high-pitched moan as we kissed. It was such a passionate kiss, radiating love, yet it felt as though it was the softest I had ever received. Just as my limbs started relaxing and my lips began taking part in the action, Richard pulled away after only a few seconds, leaving a part of me frustrated and wanting more. He shook his head repeatedly as he pressed one of his hands on his forehead.

"Shit- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, this is too soon-" He stuttered.

"No- I mean, yes-" I stammered as well. "But, to be honest... I think we both wanted it to happen."

We awkwardly stared at each other, our bodies still so close, which allowed me to see his slightly blushing cheeks and made my heart flutter.

"And, besides... even if it can't happen now doesn't mean it can't ever happen again at a later time..." I shyly added.

I lowered my gaze a little and delicately grabbed one of his hands with one of mine, before looking back up into his gorgeous eyes.

"When you asked me earlier, I didn't have an answer, but now, I know what I want."

Richard scoffed gently and smiled as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I'll need some time to heal from Mark, Richard. But I know I'll heal faster with you by my side."

As we held each other's hands, the warm smiles we exchanged made us both understand we were making the promise of being honest with ourselves and each other from there on.

"Then I'll never stray away from you."

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Cuddling By The Fire

Pairing: Jensen x reader

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“S’chilly out,” you said, rubbing your bare arms from your lawn chair. Jensen hummed and smiled, standing up for a minute and picking you straight out of your chair and settling you back in his oversized one with him, legs across his lap.

“Aw,” teased Jared, chuckling when Gen whacked his chest from a similar position. “All I was saying is it’s cute.”

“We better get out of here before I fall asleep on you,” said Gen. 

“Alright, sleepy girl,” said Jared, kissing her cheek as they stood up. 

“Don’t-“

“Drive. I know,” said Jared, Gen holding onto his arm. “We’ll swing by for the car in the morning.”

“Night guys,” you said, getting a wave as they took off up around the house.

“What about you? You getting sleepy yet?” asked Jensen. You shook your head but still felt cool, even near the fire pit and sat in his lap. “Come here.”

You sat up and he shrugged out of his flannel, throwing it around you before pulling you into a big hug.

“Nice and cozy now,” he hummed, kissing the top of your head.

“Oh, this one is fleece,” you said, nuzzling into it.

“It’s from set,” he said. 

“I want it,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“We can share?” he asked and you nodded. “You must be feeling sleepier if you’re willing to share my clothes with me.”

“I’m very good at sharing. I share our bed and...other stuff,” you said.

“Oh, yes. Such a good sharer,” he said. “At least you’re cute.”

“Adorable.”

“Why yes, I am. Thank you for noticing,” he said as you rolled your eyes. He chuckled and kissed your cheek, squeezing you tight.

“‘ensen. Too tight,” you said, a soft laugh coming from him. “Okay, not really but still. Save the cuddles for bed.”

“But I wanna smush you,” he said. You pulled down his eyelid and poked his cheek, Jensen’s laugh turning into a giggle.

“Oh boy. It’s starting to hit you now, ain’t it?” you said.

“No. I just wanna cuddle,” he said, closing his eyes, his grip on you still quite strong.

“You can cuddle me in front of our friends you know,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “But I like our us time.”

“Sort of like how you like to be a certain spoon in a cuddle from time to time,” you said.

“Y/N.”

“Want to head in and warm up with a shower?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“In a few minutes,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“Okay sweetie. A few more minutes.”

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[impalaimagining]

Feral

Jensen x Reader

2,333 words

Warnings: A/B/O, pwp, smut (18+ only)

Beta:@torn-and-frayed& @snackles87

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The door creaks open, the hinges protesting against the cold, damp weather. He steps in, shoes thudding against the hardwood as he kicks them off and leaves them on the welcome mat.

Inside, the air feels different. Tense. A feeling hanging around his head, encompassing his body like a blanket. As he walks down the hall to your bedroom, at exactly the same time as the sound hits his ears, the scent hits his nose. Your breathing is labored, a whine escaping through parted lips. You’re behind a closed door despite an otherwise empty house. Lost in the desperation, on the verge of your third orgasm in just over an hour, you don’t hear the doorknob turn, don’t hear Jensen’s socked feet pad toward you, barely register the dip in the bed beside you.

And then his lips are on yours, a hungry fire behind his kisses. He’s been gone, filming halfway across the country, but now he’s home. He’s home and he’s with you and your body churns at the thought of him. You feel his hand wrap around your wrist, then slide to your hand. He closes his palm around the outside of your hand, fingers intertwined with yours around the base of the silicone dick you’ve been using in a failed attempt to sate yourself. 

Jensen moves the dildo in and out of you, twisting his wrist and changing the angle as he pumps his arm. His breath is in your ear, warm as it ghosts over your neck. Teeth scrape at your pulse point, and he can feel your heart beating in his mouth. “Fuck.” It’s the first word you’ve heard him speak since he entered the room, and it shoots straight through your body.

You whimper while your hips swivel and swirl under Jensen’s touch. The side of his index finger is wet from where it’s been rhythmically rocking against your core. You tense your thigh muscles and you grind down against the faux cock while your fingers circle your clit. Throwing your head back, you lose yourself in a leg-trembling orgasm.

Still, even as your climax sends convulsions through your lower belly and the apex of your thighs, your body is desperate. Your body is desperate for more, for another orgasm, for Jensen. And he knows it.

“Son of a bitch.” He gravels when you reach for him and pull him into a harsh kiss. As your hands find his clothes and begin tearing at them, his hand splays across your lower back and holds you tight against him, chest to chest. He peers down at you and brings his other hand to cup your jaw and you let out a pathetic half-whine of his name. “I know.” Jensen whispers against your jaw. “I know.” He moves his lips to your forehead and presses a sweet kiss to your hairline. “I knew as soon as I walked through the door.”

You’re in your heat, and apparently the candle you lit in the kitchen did nothing to disguise the scent of it from Jensen. He pulls back and your eyes meet, his pupils blown with desire. His top lip snarls up and you feel the growl radiate through his chest. “Oh fuck.” Your eyes widen as you realize what happened. 

You sent Jensen into his rut. He’s still in his boxer briefs but you can feel the rigid line of his cock straining against the fabric where it’s pressed against your hipbone. There’s a wet spot barely formed but already growing where precum is leaking from his tip.

“You have no fuckin’ idea what you just did to me.” Jensen grunts as he hovers above you.

You nod, because you are well aware of his body reacting to yours. “I…” You’re cut off by his teeth clashing with yours. The desperation you felt is doubled inside of Jensen as he reaches down and palms at his length through his underwear. In the same motion, he hooks his thumb into the waistband and shoves the garment down his thighs. Before you can think, you’re under him, his hips wedged between your thighs.

“The way you smell,” Jensen noses along your jawline, “the way you sound,” he nips the skin just under your ear, “the way you taste.” Jensen’s tongue trails down the side of your neck until he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder. “The way you feel under my fingers, under my tongue, around me…” He pushes his forearm under the small of your back and draws your hips closer to his. “It’s so fucking…” An exasperated groan leaves his lips. You’re clouding his mind, overtaking his every thought. “You’re fucking intoxicating.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it, using exactly that word. You get him buzzed. His eyes glaze over, his head starts to spin. You’re his one-too-many at a dive bar. He knows he should stop, but he never does.

You arch your back up into him, the roll of your body pulling him back to reality. Jensen’s lips are everywhere all at once. He’s surrounding you, pinning you down with his hips. Your head tips back, leaning to the right and exposing your sensitive neck to him. Jensen takes his cue and attaches his lips to your pulse, sucking and nipping at your skin. You moan his name, setting a new fire within him.

It takes everything he has, but Jensen pulls himself away from you. He looks down at you, and you meet his gaze. Then Jensen’s eyes move down your body to where your pelvis is connected to his. His eyes find yours again, and you give him a solid, singular nod.

“Out loud.” He coerces. 

“Please, Jensen.” You nod again, but it’s not the answer he wants. “I want this, Jensen.” You swallow thickly. “I want you.”

Something snaps inside of him, the flip of his control switch, and it’s like he’s gone rabid. He grabs your hips with hands that forever have you confused. They’re rough, but soft to the touch. Calloused and worn, but gentle. And they fit perfect over your hip bones. His fingertips bruise your flesh as Jensen continues to restrain himself - barely. He pulls his hips back and lines himself up as your thighs fall farther apart. 

Slowly, but in one swift motion, Jensen pushes his length inside of you. Despite the warm-up you’ve had in your alone time, Jensen stretches you. He’s long, but he’s also thick, and the feeling of him pushing you to your limit is delicious. As soon as he’s fully sheathed, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you’re ready to scream.

You need him.

Jensen thrusts, slowly at first, but then his pace builds. He becomes erratic, and you’re growing frantic. Your head thrashes from side to side while your nails dig into his shoulders, his triceps, down his sides and back. You can feel his muscles moving under your fingertips.

“Close.” He manages through gritted teeth.

“Please.” You’re shameless, unabashedly begging him to slam into you harder, faster, deeper. And he’s happy to oblige. The sound of Jensen’s skin slapping against the inside of your thighs echoes around the room. You cry out wildly, stretching up and digging your teeth into Jensen’s bicep to keep yourself quiet. He reaches up and twists his fingers into your hair, jerking your head backwards so you’re looking up at him.

“Y’ready?” He grunts low in your ear, and you nod quickly.

“Please.” You roll your hips to match his thrusts, his rhythm gone, lost to his desperation. He forces the full weight of his body down into you, and with one final thrust, he swells and locks himself inside of you. You gasp and let out a muffled scream into the crook of Jensen’s neck as the two of you ride out your highs. 

After a few long minutes, Jensen’s chest heaves with labored breaths as he falls beside you. You’re left writhing on the sheets, whining at the loss of him inside of you. Jensen’s fingers trail lightly over your stomach, your muscles fluttering under his touch as you smile. 

“I love you.” You exhale, voice still shaky. “I,” you chuckle, shaking your head, “have been waiting all day for that.”

“I know you have.” He smirks, then clears his throat. “I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Jensen throws his legs over the edge of the bed and makes his way to the kitchen. You lay in bed until you hear the refrigerator door squeak open. Then you swing your legs off the side of the bed, find his discarded Henley, and pad toward Jensen.

You step into the kitchen and stand behind him at the island in the center of the room. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean your head against his back between his shoulder blades. Jensen hums as you press a kiss to his freckled skin, dragging your lips across his muscles. He drops his head and closes his eyes, a small groan catching in the back of his throat.

“Hmm?” The sound leaves your lips and vibrates off of Jensen’s back. He turns around and grabs you around the waist. Jensen spins the two of you so your back is pressed against the edge of the countertop. You reach up and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you for a kiss.

“Again.” He mutters against your lips, and you bite his bottom lip as you nod your agreement. Jensen spins you around and lifts the hem of his shirt from your left hip. You reach down and fully discard the garment, crossing your arms across your chest and ripping it up over your head before tossing it onto the floor. Jensen’s lips instantly find your shoulder, his chest pressed against your back. As Jensen’s kisses flutter across your shoulder blade, the scruff on his face scratches at your skin. He scrapes his teeth along the ball of your shoulder and grabs a handful of your ass. 

Instinctively, you bend over, pulling yourself away from his mouth. His fingers trace the line of your spine, sending goosebumps crawling across your skin and a shiver through your body. Within a second, his gentleness is gone, replaced by wild desire. His hand wraps around your hair and yanks your head backwards while the other hand is firmly planted around your hip. You feel the prodding of his cock against your entrance.

Jensen slides into you, your body ready and waiting for him, drawing him in deeper. You clench around him as the front of his thighs meet the globes of your ass. He’s seated fully inside of you, but it’s not enough; you both need more.

Jensen draws back and begins his methodical movement. Your chest is pressed against the countertops, your nipples hard against the cold granite. You reach down and grip the edges as Jensen’s thrusts grow harder, slamming into you. He’s relentless, his hips slapping against your ass. You feel the warmth pooling between your legs, creeping down your thighs and into your feet.

Releasing the countertop, one of your hands travels to the apex of your thighs and you trace circles over your clit. Jensen tugs on your hair, still wrapped tightly in his fist. He continues rutting into you until your knees buckle and a wave of pleasure rocks through you. Jensen catches you when your legs give out, picking you up and sitting you on the countertop. He fucks into you again without hesitation. 

Wrapping your legs around Jensen’s hips, you urge him deeper into you, let him find the pace and angle that gives him the most pleasure. You lean back as Jensen looks down, watching his dick slide in and out of you. The sight of your bodies connected sends him careening toward the edge. As he pistons his hips recklessly, you lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck, attaching your lips to his. The two of you kiss until you’re breathless, panting as he desperately clings to what’s left of his stamina.

Jensen feels the base of his cock swelling, and he knows you need him to knot you as badly as he needs to do it. He leans his forehead on your collarbone and grips your thigh as he empties himself into you. You gasp and cry out as he fills you, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. He breathes deeply, bringing himself down until he can slowly back out of you.

“Shower.” Jensen huffs, and you giggle and nod, sliding off the counter and taking Jensen’s hand as he guides you into the bathroom. He turns the water on and lets it warm up as your eyes linger on him. Once steam is filling the room, Jensen steps back and ushers you into the shower before stepping in behind you and closing the door.

As water cascades down Jensen’s back, you watch him with eyes filled with adoration. You find every freckle on his tanned skin, counting them like you haven’t done it hundreds of times already. He runs his fingers back through his hair and you smile at him when he turns around to face you. As your lips curl upward, Jensen’s eyes open and meet yours, then fall to your mouth. Within seconds, he’s backing you against the wall and cupping your jaw in his hands.

His lips mold with yours, slotting perfectly together before he pulls away and pulls at your lower lip with the pad of his thumb. He exposes your bottom teeth before his thumb breeches your barely parted lips. Jensen looks down at you as he tilts your head up to meet his stare, and you can see his eyes darken when you seal your lips around his finger.

All you need is Jensen. Your Alpha. And now that you finally have him, you feel at peace - sated, even. But he isn’t. Jensen is just getting started.

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Elliyoyo's Masterlist (04/2024)

This has everything from my entire time on Tumblr (2017 to now). Being updated as I post more, and edited when one of my brain cells kick in. Hope you enjoy, love you guys <3

Baldur's Gate 3:

Adverse Effects (Gale Dekarios) - You give Gale a ring to help his condition, but don't check its magical properties first. He ends up hot and bothered, and that's on you, good leader.

Burn Notice:

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera (Sam Axe) - You get bored and strike up some spicy chit chat with your boyfriend Michael while on a stake out... Oh shit, is that Michael?

Playing Couple's Therapist (Sam Axe) - You and Fiona grab a couple drinks, and to no surprise, Sam shows up to get drunk beside friends. But friends turns to more when you make a confession he won't let you avoid.

Fallout:

The First High (Hancock) - You have a sesh with everyone's favorite mayor. Shooting the shit and taking some hits... Not the worst way the apocalypse could be going.

Hamilton:

I Make the Reporter Beat Box (Lin Manuel Miranda) - You're interviewing LMM and he decides to make you beatbox for him.

SlytherLin (Lin Manuel Miranda) - For Lin, the boggart turns into a battered and beaten version of you. He realizes some things, and acts on them.

When the Clock Strikes Twelve (Modern!Lafayette) - You get a kiss at midnight from the resident French man.

Saved (Modern!Alexander Hamilton) - You're fed up and decide its time to end it, but a peculiar stranger talks you down.

Home (Modern!George Washington) - Your identifying as trans has taken you down a dark, terrifying road with your family. Luckily, your childhood best friend George gives you the option to leave that behind and live with him.

Horror Films:

Hell Hath No Fury Like Two Mad Scientists Scorned (Herbert West) - Dan and Meg try to care for you after Dr. Hill nearly forces himself on you, but nobody would've thought Herbert would've been the one to actually help you.

Say That One More Time? (Herbert West + Dan Cain) - You make an announcement that blows both boys' minds... once Herbert takes a moment to process it.

Herbert West/Reader/Dan Cain Poly HCs - How the boys would be in a relationship, SFW and NSFW.

Marvel:

Christmas Eve (Bucky Barnes) - Bucky is away on a mission, and you give him one last call before Christmas.

Decorating the Tree (Bucky Barnes) - You and Bucky can't seem to keep your hands to yourself while decorating Tony's humongous XXXL Christmas tree.

Eleven O'Clock (Jessica Jones) - You're desperate to find your cat, so you visit an old friend and rekindle some flames between you two.

The Infamous Pancake Order (Loki Laufeyson) - Loki accidentally orders 37 boxes of pancake mix. That's it. That's the fic.

Kissing Under the Mistletoe (Loki Laufeyson) - Thanks to Mr. Wonderful Tony Stark, you and the newest Avenger friend end up having a small lesson in Midgardian traditions.

Dark Blue Suit (Tom Hiddleston) - You just can't help yourself when Tom dresses himself up all dapper for interviews or red carpets.

Baking Cookies (Natasha Romanoff) - You will simply perish if you stop sneaking cookie dough from the bowl Nat is scooping from... but you might actually die if she keeps catching you.

Cookie Craving (Peter Parker) - Late night munchie shenanigans. You two just want some cookies, but you're not the brightest bulbs.

Nightmare (Peter Parker) - You have a nightmare about Peter dying while you helplessly sit there. Even at 3am, he answers your hurried call and comes over.

Pucker Up, Parker (Peter Parker) - Your boyfriend lets you do his makeup, and you get overwhelmed by how well he pulls it off.

Stealing Sweaters (Peter Parker) - After a long night of fun, you have some breakfast with Peter in his sweater.

Visiting Family (Peter Parker) - You're Tony Stark's daughter, he's Tony Stark's kid genius. All anyone can see when they look at you is your father... until Peter Parker and his Aunt.

Wrapping Presents (Pietro Maximoff) - The speedster helps you get your Christmas wrapping done in the blink of an eye, and he expects a thank you.

Movie Night (Wade Wilson) - You sit down to have a nice movie night with your boyfriend, but he's a dick and decides to pick a horror movie instead of one you can bang to.

Accidental Text (Steve Rogers) - You drunk sext Cap, and when you try to go about your day the next morning, of course he's right there.

Getting Lost in the Mall (Steve Rogers) - You lose your boyfriend in a crowd of fangirls, but you use that time separated to your advantage.

Happy Century, Captain! (Steve Rogers) - Cap is 100! Such a special number calls for a very special gift.

Steve's Jacket (Steve Rogers) - You accidentally throw Cap's signature jacket in the wash while he's away on a mission and it hits you hard.

Cuddling by the Fire (Thor Odinson) - You want to warm up on a cold Winter night, so what better way than to cuddle up to a fire with a book and your godly boyfriend?

Playing in the Snow (Thor Odinson) - You start a snowball fight with a God to show him your planet's culture. Not the best idea.

Holiday Party (Tony Stark) - Tony accidentally spills a drink on you during one of his parties, but don't worry, he makes it up to you.

Ugly Sweaters (Tony Stark) - You and Tony try to one-up each other for ugliest sweater and he plays dirty to see what your contender is.

Mötley Crüe:

Just Another Threesome (Vince Neil) - You and your rockstar boyfriend give a random fan the time of her life to get rid of pre-show jitters.

Walk-Ins Accepted (Tommy Lee) - You get off a shift early and stumble upon your drummer roomie in quite the state.

Queen:

Good Girl (Roger Taylor) - Sequel to Naughty School Girl. More submissive Roger, since he enjoyed the last time so much.

Naughty School Girl (Roger Taylor) - You just can't help yourself when you see Roger dressed up for the I Want to Break Free video.

Supernatural:

Traditions (Castiel) - You and the boys enlighten Cas on human New Years Eve traditions.

Nose Kisses (Dean Winchester) - You and Dean put your toddler to bed with plenty of kisses.

First Date (Sam Winchester) - Sam intervenes when some drunk guy decides to pick on you at the bar and thank god for it because you secured yourself a date with the moose.

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New Perspective

Chapter Thirteen: Pomp and Circumstance

Warnings: HEAVY on the transphobia for this one, deadnaming, getting drunk to cope, otherwise pretty fluffy

Word Count: 4.9k

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Avery felt as if she was on the cusp of something. Something great. But she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

The short novel she wrote for one of her previous classes was turned in with forty thousand words but then she kept working on it afterward. Refining it. Adding to it. Changing around a few things. Then Avery realized the paper would make for a great biography rather than just a story. Avery was glad she had kept quite a few journals since she was ten. She had Jensen read it to make sure that’s what she wanted to do and he agreed, after he cried a few times. He had known bits of Avery’s pre-transition life but nothing to the extent of what happened in the story. What she had to go through to become the woman she was. 

“You really should publish this,” Jensen said softly. “I think it’d also be nice to have a physical copy.” He hated reading stuff longer than a page on his phone. 

Avery squirmed under the prospect of publishing a book. Especially so young. What if it flopped? She knew her friends would buy it and a lot of trans people likely would too but that wasn’t enough to make a profit. Or maybe she was just making up excuses in her mind so she wouldn’t have to risk feeling like a failure. 

So she sent the paper to her brother. Jacob was good at giving unadulterated, truthful feedback. Critical, a bit mean sometimes, but needed.

“It’s written beautifully. I cried near the beginning.” Avery was shocked. Jacob never cried. Well, he cried sometimes. But not at movies and certainly not books. “Jensen might be onto something. It is a niche but I think more people need to see this. More people need to see themselves.”

With the affirmation of her brother, Avery published it. All by herself. Perhaps with a little help from Jensen. Under the name of “To My Ten-Year-Old Self.” The book cover wasn’t anything fancy, an art piece Avery did of a flower in a vase with a few petals missing. 

Excerpt from To My Ten-Year-Old Self:

I discovered Supernatural when I was fifteen. I was starting to fully understand what I was feeling around the same time, I think that’s part of the reason I latched onto Dean so much. Latched onto Jensen. I related to his character too much. The overwhelming need to please my parents, conform to what they wanted that I got so convinced it was me. But it never was. Seeing a character parallel so well with my experiences opened my eyes. 

I got my brother to smuggle me HRT a few months into watching the show. I was on the current season by then, season twelve. 

My parents hadn’t even noticed. Not for a while. I’m not sure if I should be grateful or disappointed. I was basically taking illegal drugs. Or, that’s what I was doing in their eyes. In mine, I needed them to live my life truthfully. Without it, I’m not sure my life would have ended but it certainly wouldn’t have been good for me. 

As I got older, my love for Supernatural began to dwindle bit by bit. I was living my truth and I didn’t need to have Dean in my life as much. But there was one thing on my bucket list that I had been wanting to do for a while. For my 21st birthday, I had wanted to go to Jensen Ackles’ brewery—Family Business Beer Company for the uninitiated—and I had the chance to, so I did. With some friends, because I’m not insane enough to go alone. 

My birthday is in the summer, late June, so the Texas heat was scorching and uncomfortable when we went. 

I had only ever dreamed of meeting Jensen. I had no money to buy con tickets since I was—and at the time of writing this, still am—a broke college student, I’m not an actress so there was no fucking way I’d meet him for free because we were cast in the same show, it was a snowball’s chance in Hell that Jensen was at the brewery on some random Tuesday where there wasn’t an event going on, and I lived in South Carolina. Famous people didn’t go to South Carolina all willy-nilly. My South Carolina native friends will be the first to admit this state is a Hell Hole. 

But then I did meet him. And I was on the verge of wanting to thank him for putting his all into a character that meant so much to me.

And then he asked me out later. I couldn’t believe it.

“I’m bisexual.” I had said. My defense mechanism. Jensen, for all intesnive purposes, was a straight man. A straight man who, to my knowledge, had never and would never date a queer woman. 

The number of times in my life where being bisexual was the dealbreaker and not the fact that I was trans was depressingly hilarious. You would think it was the other way around.

“That’s okay.” Jensen responded. He didn’t care. 

And I know that because he’s in the same room as I am while I’m writing this. 

The book was published a few days before Avery graduated and she was pleasantly surprised by its sales. She blamed it in part by Misha promoting it on his Instagram. And Jensen. And Felicia. And nearly every other cast member of Supernatural besides Jared. Avery didn’t ask any of them to do that, it sort of just happened. Jensen likely had something to do with it. 

Avery sat in a horribly uncomfortable plastic chair in the middle of May in her cap and gown. She waved to her friends who were in different rows than her and then looked up at the stage. She got a good laugh at how Jensen looked in his mandatory gown. It looked way too large on him. 

Jacob: I'm here. Which row are you in again?

Avery took out her phone and checked it, humming slightly as she counted. Jacob would likely be on her right side near the middle. 

avery: three rows from the stage, im near the end on the right if you're looking straight-on at the stage

Jacob: Alright.

Sometimes Avery wondered how her brother was in the same generation as her. He texted like a millennial. She put her phone away and looked up at the stage as the president of the university came up to speak. Some generic speech about perseverance and how the world is their oyster that Avery didn't pay much attention to. And neither did a lot of her peers. They just wanted their degrees and be done with it. 

But then they invited Jensen up to speak. Avery straightened her back as she looked up at him. He easily found her in a sea of red caps and gowns and smiled. Avery could tell there was nervousness bubbling up inside him. He had to talk to a couple hundred students, some of whom probably didn't know who he was. 

"Hi." Jensen addressed the whole class. "When I was asked to be your guest speaker, I was pretty shocked. I mean, I've been doing the same exact thing for the past fifteen or so years so not that exciting." That got him a few laughs. Just as he wanted. "But I have learned a lot in those fifteen years. So why don't I tell you? Maybe you'll take it to heart. Or not. Up to you." Jensen took a deep breath and glanced at Avery for support. She gave him two thumbs up.

"Your life, it ain't always going to be pretty. You will fall, you will go down the wrong path, you'll get so drunk you forget your last name, you'll hate everything and everyone around you, you'll make that call to your ex." Jensen pursed his lips as he grabbed the sides of the podium. "You'll fall in love. You'll become a better person. Be successful. Make friends that will be there for you at your lowest. Have times when you feel like you're on top of the world. And maybe you are. But you will fail far more than you succeed." He smiled softly. "That's not a bad thing. Hopefully, that means you'll learn from it and get better at navigating the game of life. It's all about how you bounce back. Will you get ground to dust? Or will the pressure turn you into a diamond? I hope the diamond. But it all depends on you."

Jensen glanced down at his printed-out speech. That was where it ended. But he had more to say. Something he felt like needed to be said. He glanced at Avery and took a breath. "I hope that, as you grow, you will not compromise who you are for anyone. For most of you, this is where your college journey ends, and you will become adults with real jobs. You're young but you are not a child anymore. Meaning that your parents have no control of you. You'll live in different places and not have to see them more than you want to. And for some, that's scary. For others, that means freedom. Freedom from expectations. The freedom to be who you truly are. Become who you've always wanted to become. That's exciting, isn't it?" He returned to his seat as a swell of applause started.

Avery bit the inside of her cheek, smiling softly as she clapped. Probably the loudest and most enthusiastic. She knew this day was mostly about celebrating her and her friends but something inside her made her proud of Jensen. His speech was heartfelt and hit her deeply. Even after the fifty or so times he practiced it with her. But this time it felt different. Had a different weight to it. Maybe because it was the real thing.

Then the president started calling names of graduates. Avery was glad she was near the front but she didn't want to leave without Jensen so she'd stay with her brother until the precession ended. 

When Elena's name was called, Avery cheered loudly as well as a few of her other friends. She grabbed her diploma and shook hands with the president. Then Jensen. As she walked off the stage, Avery noticed he had to push his hand into his pocket. Her eyebrows furrowed. Elena must have given him something. 

"Avery Cairo, Bachelor of Arts in English." 

She stood from her chair and walked down the line to get onstage. She took her diploma from the President and shook his hand then quickly did the same with Jensen. He gave her a warm smile. The kind of smile that was only reserved for her. She met Elena off the field and hugged her.

Elena vibrated with excitement. "We're free!" She nearly yelled. "Well, I am. Not you." She teased as she wrapped an arm around Avery's shoulder. Which was hard since she needed to reach so high. Avery ended up hunching her back. 

"Yeah, well… I think being Dr. Cairo sounds cool." Avery smiled as they walked into the stadium. Elena's parents were waiting for her, as well as her boyfriend. Avery waved a quick hello and left to go find her brother. Elena's parents weren't the greatest… Thankfully they had no idea she was trans. 

avery: im in the stadium

Jacob: I'm on the way in

Avery hummed as she leaned against a wall, watching different graduates find their parents. They got hugs, flowers, and words of affirmation. A part of her knew she would have wanted that a year or two ago. Not so much anymore. She had Jensen. Her brother was trying. And her friends would always be there for her. 

"There you are!" A familiar voice. Not the one Avery expected. Misha stood with a bouquet of different colored roses and offered them to her. "Jensen got these for you. Well, I bought them with his money." He winked.

Avery took the flowers from him. Speechless. She looked from the flowers to Misha. "Why are you here?" She asked. It was the only thing she could muster. She hadn't invited him. Jensen probably did. And she didn't give him any tickets. But then again, the people at the gates could care less about checking tickets. 

"Jensen told me to." Misha shrugged. "He didn't tell me to. But I think he thought it'd be nice to have someone else wait with you." He nudged Avery with a sly smile. "He really likes you, y'know?"

Avery nodded, feeling her heart swell. Her lips formed into an easy smile. "I know." 

Something inside Avery made her think Misha was like Jensen's Elena. The friend he could say anything and everything to and they'd be immediately understanding of it. And vice versa. 

She brought the flowers to her nose and took a deep breath. They smelled amazing. Misha had good taste in flowers and how to pick them. 

"Who's that?" Jacob asked with a furrowed brow once he met Avery. He looked at Misha, skeptical. 

Jacob may have known Jensen, but that's only because Avery could not shut up about him when they were younger. Misha, not so much. He caught her watching Supernatural in passing and wouldn't recognize him outside seeing his character in the show. 

Misha held out his hand and offered Jacob a smile. "Jensen's—and now Avery's—bestie. Dmitri." He said with a straight face.

Jacob shook his hand as Avery glared at Misha. "It's Misha. Dmitri is his given name but he goes by Misha." She clarified. Jacob was still confused. 

He shook his head and then focused on Avery. "Are all your friends weird?" 

"Yeah, pretty much." Avery admitted with a fond smile. Mercer could blanket himself as normal far better than others but he was still plenty weird. Jensen was similar, but more willing to show his weirdness to the entire world than Mercer. 

Misha was able to make an easy conversation with Jacob. They talked about houses, specifically how Misha built his own as well as some furniture pieces. Avery just listened, finding it fascinating. On the surface, Misha was just some guy. Someone she'd probably see at a mall or grocery store and not think twice about if she hadn't seen the show. But he was a carpenter, a charity organizer, an actor—a damned good one by Avery's accounts—and a pretty funny guy. Personable. He could make friends with almost anyone. Being friends with Jacob was like a piece of cake. 

The actor was in the middle of showing a few pieces of furniture he recently made to Jacob while Avery saw something out of the corner of her eyes. Their parents. 

And they were making a B-line towards them. 

"Jacob!" Avery hissed, gripping his arm. "You didn't tell them about this did you?" Even if he did, she wasn't sure why they'd want to come. They had cut contact with her completely for a reason. 

Jacob's eyes shifted to their parents and shook his head. "I may have mentioned it but I never said when." He admitted in a hushed voice. 

"Who're we talking about here?" Misha asked, confused. Avery had hinted at her bad relationship with her parents to Misha but nothing more. 

"Hello." The familiar sound of her mother's voice. Sweet, but too sweet. 

Avery straightened her back. She promised herself she'd be strong if she ever saw them again. Three years was not enough time to completely get over what she went through all because of her parents. 

"What, no hello?" Her father asked. He looked Avery up and down. She could see the disgust in his eyes. 

Avery pursed her lips, resisting the urge to start yelling at them. But she was in public. Surrounded by other people who were happy, excited even. And Avery was. For a few minutes. "You don't deserve one." She was surprised at how even her voice sounded. She didn't feel calm or collected. "Why are you here?"

"We paid for this, I think we deserve to be here." Her mother stated, narrowing her eyes at Avery. "And we wanted to see what you've become. Just look at yourself. Why don't you come home, J–"

Jacob grunted. "Don't say that." Avery was astonished. The audacity of her parents was unmatched. 

"You're paying for nothing." Jensen said with a tight smile. 

He was freed a few minutes ago from the stage and promptly threw his robes off. Underneath, he wore a crisp navy blue suit and a matching tie. Jensen looked for Avery and found her, talking to people he didn't recognize but she looked irritated. He caught a few words from their conversation as he got closer. It was her parents.

Avery's father looked at Jensen. He didn't recognize him at all—her mother did—but he could tell he was far older than Avery. And by the way Jensen's hand was around her waist, he had an inkling of the nature of their relationship. "So you're a hooker now?"

Avery let out a breath through her nose. Jacob was gearing up to defend her while Jensen stepped closer to her father. His jaw was clenched as were his fists. He was in protective mode. "You are a sorry excuse for a father. All of your children have moved miles away from you. To get away from you. Doesn't that say something? About who you are? I'm sorry you can't see that your daughter is happy. Happier with me than she ever would have been staying with you. Not to mention, far more successful too." Jensen looked at the older man carefully, thinking about how easy it would be to kill him. Just for a second. 

Her father's gaze wavered for a second. He wasn't scared… perhaps ill at ease. "My son is delusional. So are you. You like taking it up the ass, huh? Is that why he's got you wrapped around his finger?" Her mother gasped behind her, mainly at the mention of sex. 

Jensen let out a dry laugh. "Yeah. And?" He cocked an eyebrow. Her father didn't have a response to that. "My wife has given me the time of my life on more than one occasion,"

"Did you two get married without telling me?" Misha asked Avery in a whisper. She shook her head, also confused. 

"So I think you should shut the fuck up. And never talk to Avery again." Jensen finished with a small huff of air. He glanced from her father to her mother.

Her father backed down while her mother did not. "You don't understand. You are feeding into his delusion. There's something wrong in his head. Biologically, he's–" She tried.

Jensen glared at her. Jacob took the lead this time, considering that Jensen looked like he wanted to kill someone. "Avery is not a man. She never was and never will be." He said firmly. "Maybe if she had parents who loved her, she wouldn't have felt the need to hide it for so long. She would've grown up as a woman and been happy. But that didn't happen. Instead, we got you." 

"Julien." Her mother looked right at Avery, eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Please."

The use of her dead name didn't affect her. What did was the pity her mother wanted to have for her. For herself. "No. No!" Avery growled. "You cannot guilt trip me into doing whatever you want anymore. You do not control my life. I am happy. So happy. And it just sucks that you can't see that. You don't get it. I don't think you ever will. And I never want you in my life ever again because of that." She wanted to say more but she was afraid she'd start yelling with tears rolling down her face. She always got emotional when she got angry. 

Avery turned on her heels and walked out of the stadium. Jensen quickly followed with Misha and Jacob behind him. She took her cap off and ran a hand through her hair. Her heartbeat was running a mile a minute and she couldn't focus. The flowers. She brought the flowers to her nose and breathed. A familiar smell always calmed her down. Something simple to focus on.

Jensen set a hand on one of her arms as he came up behind her. "You okay, sweetheart?" He asked softly. 

"No. Not really." Avery mumbled. "This day was meant to be exciting," She pursed her lips, "The start of a new chapter. But it just feels like I've been rereading the same part over and over again." 

Jensen brought Avery close to hold her in his arms. "It is a new chapter." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You have me. And you don't ever have to see your parents ever again. Not if I can help it." He ran a hand through her hair then nodded at Misha and Jacob who seemed to be wondering if she was okay. 

Avery clung to Jensen and sighed. She wanted to cry. But she didn't have any more tears. Or maybe she was dehydrated. It was a hot day in the middle of May. "I love you so much." She whispered. 

"I love you too, sweetheart." Jensen smiled softly. He slipped a hand to her waist. "Now, there's this party happening tonight…" He hummed softly. "Might be nice to forget about your problems. At least, for a little while." 

Avery let out a small laugh. Jensen liked seeing her smile. "It's at my house, I kinda have to go." She pointed out with a fond look. 

"We could always hole up in your room. If you really want that." Jensen suggested softly, cupping her cheek.

Avery shook her head. "No, no. Uh, I do want to get drunk out of my mind so I don't have to think about that anymore." She admitted with a small laugh. Avery knew it wouldn't be a good coping mechanism but, fuck, she deserved it. At least once. 

—----

Seeing Avery properly let loose was something. There weren't many people in the house, about fifteen or so more people than those who inhabited the house—including Jensen. Music was blaring, he recognized it as Taylor Swift's style. Elena and Avery were screaming the lyrics at each other while Jensen nursed a beer, watching them with amused eyes. It's been nearly a year and Avery still had a few cans of Cosmic Cowboy leftover from her trip. 

Avery glanced over at Jensen and pulled him close. She had a can of some sort of seltzer he didn't recognize in one hand. She had quite a few. More than he'd ever seen her drink. So getting absolutely smashed was her plan. 

"I love you so much…" Avery breathed into Jensen's ear before she pressed a kiss to his cheek. So Avery was a sappy drunk? Fun.

Jensen let out a small laugh. "I love you too." He pressed a kiss to her head, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

Avery maneuvered out of his arm and shook her head, a smirk graced her lips as she set her drink down. "Dance with me."

The music in the background had changed. It sounded retro but Jensen couldn't quite place what it was. He set his drink next to Avery's and smiled back at her. Her eyes glimmered with excitement. She took his hand and stepped backwards a bit, closing her eyes as she shook her hips to the beat and mouthed the lyrics. Jensen did the same but kept his eyes on her. Avery was stumbling a bit and he wasn't sure if it was on purpose. 

After a few seconds, Avery let go of Jensen's hand and twirled around in a circle with a wide smile on her face. When she opened her eyes, they landed on Jensen yet again. But for a different reason. 

"Do you think, if we left, people would notice?" Avery asked in a whisper. 

Jensen pursed his lips and shook his head. "Unless we're talking about you going to bed, yes." 

"I'm definitely talking about my bed." Avery teased softly. 

So Avery was also a horny drunk. Jensen sighed and shook his head again, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I mean sleep, sweetheart." He looked at her pointedly. As much as he liked seeing her so carefree, he wasn't one to take advantage of her like this. Jensen liked knowing Avery's more coherent brain wanted him. Not her under the influence. 

"Oh, c'mon, honey," Avery whined, leaning into Jensen's shoulder. "I'll make it worth your while."

Jensen let out a chuckle, amused as he led Avery upstairs and motioned to Elena that she needed some sleep. Elena immediately turned the music down. Avery couldn't sleep well unless it was nearly silent. "And how are you gonna do that?" He asked with a cock of his eyebrow. 

Begrudgingly, Avery moved her feet. "I can suck dick pretty well." She hummed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Jensen pursed his lips and laughed quietly. He didn't doubt she could, but he had a feeling it'd be better when she wasn't under the influence. He might've thought about it a few times before then though. Couldn't blame him, Avery had a nice set of lips. He had a few daydreams. 

Closing the door, Jensen locked it once he sat Avery on the bed. The alcohol didn't make her look too different. Her hair was messier than usual and her makeup was a bit smudged, but that happened throughout the day anyway. 

"I'm gonna take off your clothes, okay?" Jensen said softly, cupping her cheek gently. 

Avery pouted softly. "For the wrong reasons." But she let Jensen unzip the dress she wore anyway. 

The skin-to-skin contact wasn't foreign to her anymore but the feeling was still electric. Jensen pulled down the straps as he pressed a kiss to Avery's forehead, glancing down at her face as she took a deep breath. Then he kneeled between her legs to slip the dress all the way off. 

"Reminds me of something." Avery commented with a smirk. 

Jensen rolled his eyes. "I'll be between your knees again some other time." That was a promise. He stood to set the dress in her laundry basket. 

"Oh? You like my dick that much, huh?" Avery teased playfully. She'd be mortified in the morning if Jensen told her what happened. He planned on keeping this funny, harmless moment to himself. 

Jensen turned back to Avery. "I do," He admitted with a light smile. "Now, c'mon, it's time for bed." 

"Why are you still wearing clothes?" Avery snuggled underneath the covers, pulling them up to her chin. She looked adorable. 

Jensen tucked a stray piece of hair behind Avery's ear. "I'll take 'em off. But I'm wearing a lot more than you were." He pointed out softly. The suit he wore came with a vest, not to mention he'd also have to take off his tie. 

Avery's eyes started to droop with sleep. "True. I'm not sure what I like more…" A crease formed between her eyebrows while her tongue peeked out from her lips. "You with a three-piece suit on or naked. It's hard to choose. You look great in both." 

Jensen let out a soft chuckle as he sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head. "You must think about this a lot." 

"At least once every week." Avery admitted. 

The answer didn't surprise Jensen. He simply closed his eyes for a second and looked away from Avery who fell asleep almost immediately after, soft snores coming from her. Jensen smiled softly at her before he stood and stripped from his clothes. 

When he got in bed next to her, the sheets moved slightly. Avery got a few new tattoos over the past few months, ones Jensen hadn't gotten the chance to see yet. On the side of her torso, near her ribs, sat a small anti-possession symbol. Jensen bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smile. From who? He didn't know. Avery was asleep and everyone else was downstairs. He pressed his face into Avery's neck and took a breath. 

Jensen was glad Avery was going to move in with him soon. He couldn't wait to go to sleep like this every night. Hopefully for the rest of their lives. 

It was futile to try to put how Jensen felt into words. There weren't enough words across any language to truly describe it. The magnitude. Even the simplest of things, like being in bed with Avery, made him feel so much. For a while, he didn't think he'd ever feel love again. Jensen was content with just work, work, work. But that wasn't living, was it? Looking back, it wasn't. It was a distraction of sorts. 

There was something missing in Jensen's life. He felt it before he got divorced but it was easier to deal with. But then the divorce happened and it wasn't so easy to deal with. Apparently, that missing thing was Avery. 

Her perfect smile, her horrible Southern accent, her ice-blue eyes, her wonderfully unhinged jokes, her freckled body, her compassion, her everything. Jensen wanted to worship her like she might worship the moon. He was halfway there.

Just one more step.

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[antimony-medusa]

The thing with RPF

Okay, I don't tend to engage much with RPF. I have read it, but only when recommended by someone whose taste I trust (I think it's all supernatural aus that I've read, to-date), and my intention is not to write it. Not really my scene.

However, I really think this fandom could stand to stop treating RPF like it is the devil.

If you engage only with someone in the form of like an hour a week of video of them performing for an audience, particularly if that video is edited, like, when you start mentally rotating characters to create with, your brain isn't gonna draw a huge difference between the guy from the scripted thing you watched, and the person from, idk, mythbusters. Love to see my guy make a big explosion.

In both situations, you don't know them as people, you know them as like, personas, characters. You are essentially engaging with them as fictional characters, cause you only see the small segment of their lives that they put into the video, and whatever story they're telling with that. You don't know them as people, because how could you? So your brain going "hehe what if hunger games au" is just one of the ways brains work.

And idk, as long as you know you're doing that, I think that's fine.

It's fiction. You're writing/reading fiction. It's in the name. You know that it's not true, you're dealing with fictionalized versions of like, stage personas, or teaching methodologies, or historical records, and you can make your little fictions, and you show it to the eight people who are also really into *spins wheel* Ancient Egyptian RPF or *spins other wheel* Taskmaster UK TV RPF or *continues to spin the wheel* Polygon (web series) RPF. You all shake each other's hands and go "man I really like [person/character] and I think about them a lot" and someone else goes "I also think about [person/character] a lot and I think that if he was a warrior cat he would be a kittypet" and someone else goes "I think if [peson/character] would boil an egg the egg would explode cause he's really bad at boiling eggs" and you go "go on". You are all silly together, and you are all doing fiction, and you go on your merry way.

Like that is A Thing People Do On The Internet, and that stays in its its designated space, and that's fine. Might not be your jam but it's fine. That is not more weird than inventing an elaborate imaginary religion for a minecraft world, or working out the emotional nuance of an arranged marrige au between fictional detectives, or carefully making an elaborate interlocking series of stories where someone from a children's cartoon is horribly tortured, rescued, recovers, and gets their vengance. All of that looks weird from the outside, and is a fine and honourable thing to do in your little circles on the internet.

The part where this becomes a problem is when you take your fiction (lies we tell recreationally) out of the designated circle of people enjoying the fictions, and you shove it in the face of the person it's based on, and go "do you like this" or "is this okay" or "I found this and I think it's bad is it bad".

When you are doing the fiction you are engaging with the person as a character which is like, fine, and a truthful reflection of how much you actually know them (not at all, you don't know them), but in shoving it in their face you are going "I don't know you but I want you to react to this for my entertainment/justification, because I think this reflects on you, and apparently I think I deserve your time and attention, and also I think I already know how you're gonna react and I'm gonna use it for my callout posts", which is like, so much ruder than just making fictions about people you don't actually know.

Like writing a superhero au about the person you watch video game speedrun— based. Love the imagination. That is making something from nothing, a great creative act. I could not do that at all but I salute you.

Telling the speedrunner about it? No were you raised in a barn. You are not writing it for the person to approve of— they don"t know you— you are writing it for fun and the enjoyment of other speedrunner enjoyers. Keep it locked down.

As long as we're all aware that RPF is fiction, and we keep it in circles where we're circulating it as fiction— ao3 archive locks exist for a reason! this is not something you want to show up on a google search!— this is just a thing people do for entertainment. Don't bring it up to the person it's about, and you're fine.

And I've been thinking about this because like, I don't think what I'm writing is RPF, but BOY from the outside people seem to think it is! Including the creators! Which means that even while I'm doing my best to adhere to character beats from the story and not just streamer personas, and differentiate between the dude in england and the dude in 3rd life, also I should be aware that if the creator hits it, he's probably gonna think that I'm just writing this about him.

Things go SO MUCH BETTER if the creator only finds it if he goes "huh I wonder what people are writing about me" and deliberately goes to look for it, not if he's just going along thinking about disney movies and someone comes screaming into his field of view like "people are writing about you on the internet". And then he's gotta deal with the ways he's percieved, and whatever weird warrior cat situation people were putting him in, and the fact that people don't know him but think he can't boil an egg, and the 3rd life cannibalism aus, and and and— it's a mess. Please don't do that.

All of this to say A) RPF is fine actually that's just like one of the ways storytelling works— we're not writing RPF but it isn't the devil either. B) STOP TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT FANFICTION.

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[impala-dreamer]

Yes, it's that time again. As an oversized turkey thaws in your fridge and Mariah Carey starts doing her vocal warm ups, it's time to think about gifting something special to those you love.

Why not give the fanfic lover in your life a custom written fanfiction designed and starring Them?!

That's right, I'm opening up my commissions for a limited time this holiday season!

Imagine the joy on your bestie's face as they read about riding in the Impala with Dean and singing along to their favorite song! The magical feeling they'll get when Bucky rescues them and his prickly exterior softens at their touch... Or hell- get one for yourself and read the story you've always dreamed about but couldn't find ;)

So many possibilities and stories to tell!

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[deanwinchesterswitch]

March 2024 Monthly Fic Recs

I had a great time reading this month. This is a nice full list with lots of variety and some new-to-me authors.

If you like rain or thunderstorms, this is a good list to check out.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

Don't Walk Away ~ @marvelfanfn2187a113. Author's Summary: you walk in on your dad crying, and try to comfort him (Beau Arlen & daughter!reader)

~Justified~

A Night in Miami ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Time together was short, but Raylan couldn’t let her go without saying what he wanted to say.  Just not necessarily with words.

~MCU~

Hello ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: You’ve given up on love. That is until a stranger walks up to you in a bar, and starts off a chain of events even you couldn’t dream up. (Steve x F!Reader)

Rain ~ @waiting4inspiration. Author's Summary: You love it when there’s rain and love standing out in open, but Steve doesn’t want you to end up sick so he gives you his jacket when he notices that you’re cold

Thunder Struck ~ @str-spangled-banner. Author's Summary: None (Bucky x Female Reader)

Thunderstorm Singing ~ @buckystories. Author's Summary: It turns out your ex-assassin boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is afraid of thunderstorms. You help to comfort him with fluff, cuddling and singing.

~RPF~

Begging For It ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Tell me about... the hair swipe; Jensen Ackles x Reader)

Family Style ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

It'll Do ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

Sunday Morning ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

Worthwhile ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jensen Ackles x Female Reader)

~Supernatural~

A Little Wild ~ @rizlowwritessortof. Author's Summary: A middle-of-the-night thunderstorm helps release those pent-up feelings - pretty much just an excuse for Dean smut…

But God, at what cost? ~ @my-proof-is-you. Author's Summary: Dean helping you get through your cardio workout

Concern ~ @thatonewriter15. Author's Summary: Maybe she can hide her feelings for Dean, but she can’t hide her (mild) injury from him.

Ebb & Flow ~ @cleighwrites. Author's Summary: While on vacation in an quintessential beach house, you take advantage of a little alone time. The brothers return when a storm hits its stride; everything gets wet.

His Doll ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean comes back from a hunt in a mood and Y/N is the only thing that will help him relax.

Imagine…Getting trapped in a storm with Dean ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats. Author's Summary: None

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk. (Dean Winchester x You (female))

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author’s Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Not Your Fault ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Something is in the air and your boss takes notice… (Dean Smith x F!Reader)

November Rain ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: Dean’s too late.

Say It, Again... ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Ten and Two ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

The Bad Days ~ @littlemissfix-itfic. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Too Close To Gone Masterlist ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: Dean’s been gone for a year. You have been gone from the Bunker for just about as long. When you finally get the guts to go back “home” after leaving, someone you never thought you’d see again stumbles into your life, and now you have to figure out how to move on with a constant reminder of what you’ve lost following you around in the flesh.

We're All Irish Tonight ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean has been pining for Y/N for months now, and he thinks tonight might be the night things finally get going…

~Ten Inch Hero~

The Miracle Man ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

~Triple Frontier~

Welcome to the Meal ~ @navybrat817. Author's Summary: Will's hungry, but not for food.

~You~

Who We're Pretending To Be ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Joe finds himself getting too close to one of his grad students and he fights the urge to fall completely.

~On Patreon~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Sweet Little Lies ~ Author’s Summary: It’s funny how one little white lie can spiral so out of control that the beginning seems eons ago and the end is nowhere in sight.

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Close to Home-Parts 8 and 9 ~ Author’s Summary: Y/N and Dean are neighbours, and friends. The thing is Dean is a ladies’ man and she has always known it, if he wasn’t, maybe he’d be the ideal guy…but his eye for the ladies, how well they work as friends, as well as the fact that he’d never even think of her that way, all means that they are meant to be just neighbours and friends. Doesn’t it?

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #march 2024 #040124

[geralts-yenn]

2023 character wrapped

@deandoesthingstome knows too well I get a little obsessive over some characters - let's see if I can make it to nine (or if I can stop at nine 😁 a look onto my masterlist that's barely a year old tells me we will get there)

Here we go...

My no 1: No surprise here - Mikey

He's my precious silly boy and I will never stop loving him. As part of a family of lunatics here or here, as our best friend, or as the cute neighbor who steals the heart of Nina and Mel

2. Melot

I blame @raccoon-eyed-rebel for introducing me to the slutty lil' braid boy. Just look at that grumpy, miserable little guy. I can't help but thinking about how to make him feel better. That's why he gets the love from not only one but two lovely persons in my Hearts Too Big universe. He's still not quite happy as a vampire in Believe in Me, but I swear we'll get to it.

3. Syverson

Not much of a surprise - how could I not love him? He's the character I read the most this year, for sure. But I also loved to write him into my bonfire story and it's follow up. I was yearning for him and I imagined him as a daddy 🥰

4. Evan

Oh, he was a surprise for me. Even though I liked his character in the movie, I didn't intend to write for him. Until a lovely nonnie put him into my brain and started to fuel my obsession with him here, here and here.

5. Walter

The grumpy bear was always a favorite of me when it came to reading but I was a little scared to write him by myself. In the end, I'm quite happy with the outcome when I finally dared.

6. August Walker

Another one that I love but didn't dare to write. Until it was too tempting to add him as the vampire king in Believe in Me. And then those little pieces of smut here and here with the vampire king were surprisingly easy to write.

7. Napoleon Solo

I love the smooth spy. I had so much fun to pair him up with the lovely Amina and I totally plan to get back to Leon sometime in the future

8. Charles

I wish I had more time to explore his character. I love him so much - especially when he's put into a modern AU. I kinda did this to him as my sidekick for Melot. And I have a wip in my folders, sleeping for way too long, where he's the most annoying and yet adorable duke. I really hope I get to the point where I can introduce him to you.

That's everyone I have written for this year. But I surely don't stop here with obsessing

I won't count Geralt, Will and all the other characters of Henry Cavill because this post is already too long for anyone to read, lol.

But I surely have to count the man himself

9. Henry Cavill

Yes, I am obsessed with this man and I am not sorry! I guess I won't ever get back to the unfinished RPF that got me into writing at all but I will not stop loving the adorkable man that he is.

And then there are still some guys that don't look like Henry:

9. Dean Winchester

I had almost forgotten how much I loved him. Until I introduced the teenager to Supernatural and spent a lot of evenings this year watching that stupid little shit 😍

10. Billy Russo

One of my favorite roles for Ben. And so many good fics out there that I need to explore at some point.

11. Jack Reacher

Very recent addition to the hunks in my head. I love the new season and I'm definitely not immune to that man's visual charms.

I think I will stop here, even if I could name probably another 12...

@ellethespaceunicorn @peyton--warren @gummydummy19 @jvanilly @ronearoundblindly @ylva-syverson want to talk about your favorite characters?

#tag game #2023 character wrapped #Sorry #I know this is unhealty #but I love them all

[holylulusworld]

Dream a little dream of me (1)

Title: Dream a little dream of me…

Square filled for @howbadcanitbebingo​: Being trapped and sex must be ensue

Summary: It’s your birthday and one of your favorite fantasies comes true.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.333 😂

Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, taking turns, creampie, a hint of oral (male rec), breeding kink, cuckolding (kinda), I’ll label this slightly dub-con (not to me but before anyone complains…), spanking, I mention gunplay, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, though), marathon fucking, Plot? What plot? it’s basically just fucking with Jensen Ackles’ characters

A/N: It’s my birthday and I do with them what I want to.

Dream a little dream… masterlist

It's a little past 1 am when you finally shut the TV off. You rub your tired eyes, yawning as you must get up for work in not six hours. Binge-watching all episodes of The Boys after you just had a Supernatural marathon wasn’t your best idea.

You can’t help it. Jensen Ackles will be the death of you, or rather his characters Dean Winchester and Soldier Boy.

“Fuck! That was intense,” you gasp as you remember every scene with Soldier Boy, your favorite actor’s new role. “He just killed a man using his shield. He’s a sexy and dark version of Captain America but so, so fucking hot!”

You wish there wasn’t an ache between your legs or that you already know another naughty daydream will keep you awake for much longer. “Maybe I should take care of you first. What do you say, little slut? Pink rabbit or the big guns tonight?”

“Fucking get up from the bed,” you mutter in your sleep as someone just kicked your bed. “Bitch, get out of the bed. Where am I and why can’t I leave this room?”

“Fuck, leave me alone, mom. I want to sleep some more,” turning around your wrap your arms around your pillow, hugging it tightly. “I just had the best dream. Get out of my room.”

“Miss, uh—there is no mom, and you are alone,” another voice reaches your ears. It’s a softer one, but still rough and low. “Miss, you gotta wake up. We need answers.”

“Just a minute longer,” hiding your face in your pillow you whine as someone tries to drag your blanket off of your body.

“Get out of the bed,” a third voice gruffly growls in your ear. You can feel his breath fan over your exposed back as he removes the blanket to expose your naked body to the others. “SONOFABITCH!”

“Hello there, the little kitten is a naughty one,” the first voice says while stepping closer to your bed. “Maybe I should have a closer look at her. I can imagine a thing or two I’d like to do to her to get answers.”

“Sir, I must ask you to not touch the woman. We just arrived here and I think she’s the only person able to help us get out of here,” the second voice tuts. “We shouldn’t hurt her, guys. I mean it. Let’s just talk to her.”

“I know what happened. She’s a fucking witch and summoned us. I swear if you hurt my brother you are dead, witch,” you blink your eyes open as someone pokes your arm. “Get out of the bed, sweetheart. We are going to have a long conversation. Don’t make me get my gun out.”

“Gun?” now you lift your head to look into familiar yet foreign eyes. “What? WHAT THE FUCK!” you jolt up on your bed, screaming as Dean Winchester, your favorite fictional character, stands right in front of you. “Dean Winchester from Supernatural? How’d you get out of my dreams and into my bedroom, dude?”

“In flesh and blood,” gasping you grasp for the blanket to cover your modesty. “So, how do you know me?”

“I-I just watched like ten episodes of Supernatural and this must be a dream…an odd one. Usually, you are naked and between my legs or on top. I guess this is another crazy dream. It’s just, I never smelled you before.”

“Stop talking to that bitch,” you squeak as someone roughly grabs your ankles to drag you off the bed. You land on your ass, grunting as another man stares down at your naked form. “If you don’t give me answers, I’ll force them out of you.”

“OH FUCK! That’s Soldier Boy,” fuck, you whimper like a needy slut as the supe roughly grasps for your arms to force you on your feet. “So strong and tall.”

“Fucking pathetic slut,” he pushes you around and roughs you up a little before you end up pressed against the wall. You can feel his suit rub against your exposed body and to your shame, you start to grind your ass into his crotch. “What’s wrong with you?”

“May I?” you whip your head toward the last man in the room, gasping as Jensen freaking Ackles stands next to you while the man behind you starts to fondle your tits. “Miss, we all saw a blinding light, and then, we were in your room. Do you know—”

“She’s a witch,” Dean barks. “Lemme get my gun out and press the truth out of her.” A whimper leaves your lips at his words. “Oh, you’d like that, don’t you? All those toys didn’t get you off, huh?”

“I will get the answers right fucking now,” Soldier Boy fumbles his pants open with one hand while the other creeps between your legs to toy with your clit. “She’s fucking wet.”

“That’s a lot of fucks,” Jensen complains. “Can we not just sit down and talk. Maybe she’ll help us on free terms. She doesn’t look like a kidnapper or killer.”

“I’m not, oh fuck me,” you feel the wide head poke your entrance. Soldier Boy forces you on tiptoes as he roughly shoves his length inside of your hungry cunt. “FUCK!”

“That’s a tight little cunt for me to enjoy,” Dean steps next to you, and hungrily stares at your chest. He licks his lips, debating to join the sins the man wearing the same face commits right in front of him. “Yeah, you will tell me everything for an orgasm, won’t you.”

You struggle to answer as Soldier slowly starts to rock his hips. He’s so thick you fear he’ll tear you apart if he goes any faster, or harder…or anything. “Please, I—you’re too big.”

“Nah, you’re not used to getting fucked by a real man, is all, my little slut,” he casually says while wrapping one large palm around your throat. He holds you against the wall, as he starts to move in earnest.

Soldier Boy is not the kind of man for foreplay or slow sex. No, he slams into you and makes you cry out at the force he uses just for fun. “She looks like…” Jensen stammers. “Fuck, she likes it rough.”

“Harder,” you can’t move or, even breathe right but a single word slipped past your lips. “P-lease.”

“You want it harder?” pressed against the wall you can only whimper in return. “Good girl. I’ll give you harder.”

“Don’t break her, man,” Dean growls now. His eyes glued to your blissed-out face he smirks darkly. “Or break her and I’ll ruin her completely after you are done.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Soldier Boy spears you open with every unforgiving thrust. He doesn’t care if you get off or suffocate. All he wants is to fill your cunt over and over again until you are a begging mess. “I fuck that whore now.”

“I want a turn too,” your eyes roll back as the man holding your life and body in a tight grip angles his hips. He rubs against your g-spot, making you moan loudly. “Move faster and get off. I want her on the bed, full of my cock.”

“Okay, this is weird,” Jensen huffs as you cry out with every thrust. You are nothing but a hole to the man fucking the life out of you. He roughly grips your shoulders and holds you against the wall all the while sledgehammering into your soaked cunt. “Usually, I don’t watch my characters fuck someone.”

“Get it in your thick skull, Ackles,” Dean grunts, “we are all here. I don’t know how, but we ended up in that little witch’s bedroom. Whether you help us weaken the powerful creature with our cocks or just sit over there and watch. I don’t care.”

“You mean…I can fuck her too?” Jensen hastily undoes his pants to get his aching cock out. He watches his latest role manhandle you like you are a ragdoll.

“I’m done with her,” Soldier Boy rams into you five, six more times until you feel his cum shoot into you. You don’t know if the orgasm he forced on your body is enough to sate your needs, but your cunt still cries for more when he pulls out and pushes you into Dean’s arms. “Here, you’re next.”

“I can hardly wait,” Dean twirls you around and pushes you onto the bed. You end up face first in the cushions and struggle to get back up. “Stay like this. If you move, I’ll fuck you with my gun instead of my cock.”

“Sonofabitch,” Jensen crawls onto the bed to fist your hair, he smirks darkly as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your lips part on their own and he doesn’t have to tell you to take his cock down your throat. He wouldn’t have, though. Jensen roughly shoves his cock into your mouth, slapping your cheek as you don’t start bobbing your head right away. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

“It’s my turn, not yours, Ackles,” the hunter growls behind you. He drags you off of Jensen’s cock, daring the actor to lay claim on you before Dean had his turn. “I’m gonna fuck her and you’ll watch me. After I’m done, you can have her sloppy hole.”

“I want to be next,” the actor tries to push Dean away, grunting as the hunter won’t budge. “You are only a role I played. I’m the main act here.”

“Can you not share?” you whimper as both men stare down at you. “I could suck Jensen off while you fuck my pussy.”

“No,” Dean pushes your face into the cushions and lifts your butt. “This won’t turn into a threesome. I fuck your cunt and later, he can have you.”

“And after the actor is done, it’s my turn again,” Soldier Boy runs his hand up and down his already half-hard cock. “Aw, look at you on the bed, waiting for another cock to use you. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

“YES,” you hiss when Dean roughly grips your hips to drive right into you. He’s grunting behind you, not missing that you moan at the fulness. “He’s thick too. Just like you, Sir.”

“Calling me Sir won’t get you anywhere,” you weakly lift your head to watch Jensen and Soldier Boy stroke their cocks. “Maybe if you take it up to your ass like a big girl, you are forgiven for bringing us here.”

“Don’t, witch,” you can only take Dean’s pace as she slaps your ass anytime you try to push back onto him. “You will take what I’m willing to give to you, whore. If not, your ass will be raw when I’m done with you.”

“Aw, he’s not nice to you, huh?” Soldier Boy mocks you while Dean slaps both of your cheeks with full force. You cry out but clench tightly around his shaft as the pain pushes you toward a much-needed second release. “Look at that slut. She loves to get slapped and used. How about you become my sex slave?”

Eyes glassy you look at Soldier Boy, nodding silently as a pair of rough hands spanks your ass until you cry. “Shut it. You’re nothing but a cum dumpster to me. I’ll kill you if you don’t get us out of here.”

“Not before I had my turn,” Jensen watches your weak attempt to rock your hips. You are painfully close to another orgasm and don’t want Dean to take it away from you. “Give her another orgasm. Don’t be cruel, Winchester.”

“Shut up, Ackles,” Dean slaps your cheeks roughly again. He smirks as you mumble praises into the cushions. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You took me so well, now cum.” The hunter grabs the back of your neck and holds you down as he starts to pump faster into you. “Right now, or never.”

“AH…oh…fuck,” you clamp down hard onto his thick length, dragging Dean with you over the edge. “So good…so fucking good. I’ll never let you leave my bedroom again.”

“I dare you to not let us go,” the hunter slaps your ass one last time. “Actor, your turn. After you are done, we will interrogate her.”

“Aw, look at you all fucked out and no rational thought left,” Jensen teases as he climbs onto the bed. “Now, how shall I fuck you? Bend over the bed, against the wall, on the floor like the whore you are…”

“Just get it done, actor,” Soldier Boy mimics Dean’s voice. “We are tired to watch you act like a man. You’re a pussy, too chicken to fuck her as a man should.”

“Shut up,” the actor growls. “I can fuck her better than any of you ever could. You’re only a tiny piece of the real me. An image, made up by some bad writers.”

You sneer at Jensen’s words. He can’t just ruin your favorite fictional characters for you. “I think little slut disagrees,” Dean says lowly. “Well, then, the stage is all yours. Show us how you can fuck her.”

“I bet he can’t even get his dick inside,” you giggle at Soldier Boy’s words. “Let me have her again. I don’t think Mr. Ackles can’t handle a girl like her.”

“Fuck off,” Ackles growls now. “Maybe I just force her on her knees and let her choke on my cock until I cum hot and heavy down her throat and she won’t get any.”

“That’s not how a man fucks,” Dean sneers. “You fuck her hard, spank her ass if she needs it, or call her slut, but you always make your girl cum.”

“Only if she was a brat you don’t make her cum,” Soldier Boy agrees with the hunter. “Fucking her like a man means to make her beg for more and take everything you have to give. Not to leave her hanging.”

“No fucking for you until you learned how to satisfy her,” crossing his arms over his chest Dean nods at Soldier Boy. “You will sit over there and watch us have our way with our slut.”

“Oh, fuck me…yes,” you whimper, feeling the ache in your cunt return. “But can I suck him off a little? I always wondered if Ackles is packing.”

“A little,” it’s Soldier Boy who grabs the back of your neck to bring you to your knees. He smirks darkly down at you, loving you are a helpless little lamb in front of the big bad wolf he is. “How about he fucks your cunt in this position. You will look at me the whole time he tries to get you off, kitten.”

“O-kay,” you feel Jensen’s cock slide through your folds the moment you agree. “Can you call me slut again?”

“Aw, she’s such a good little slut for us, isn’t she?” Dean muses as you stick your ass out to help Jensen lines his cock up with your slit. “Fuck her deep and hard, Ackles. Show us what’ve you got.”

“Hurry up, I’m rock-hard again,” you grasp for Soldier Boy’s cock, gasping as he tightens the hold on your neck. “Did I allow you to touch me?”

“N-no.”

“Don’t touch me before I tell you so, whore,” Jensen finally slides into you, hands pawing at your waistline to drag you onto his length. 

“Fuck.”

“That’s it. Take my cock so deep it hurts, slut,” he starts to move his hips, easily sliding in and out of your ruined cunt. “She’s dripping onto my balls.”

“That’s my cum,” the hunter smirks darkly as he watches your lips part. You hold Soldier Boy's gaze all the while moaning for the man behind you. “Maybe a bit of Mr. Fantastic’s cum too.”

“I don’t fucking care. I will fill this cunt up and breed her. She’s going to be my whore from now on. Everyone watching her walk around town will know Jensen Ackles put a baby in her womb,” you shudder at his words. “You like this, don’t you? Answer me!” He spanks your thigh, making you clench tightly around. “Slut.”

“YES,” Dean chuckles as you longingly look up at Soldier Boy. “Will you fuck me again, Sir?”

“I’m going to fucking ruin this pussy. No man will ever want to go for a ride as I destroyed your hole.”

“Man, I gotta say,” Jensen lazily thrusts into you, “she’s a damn good lay. I can feel her sweet cunt squeeze me tightly. Fuck. I’m gonna cum inside.” You are about to cum again when Jensen speeds up. He can’t hold it any longer and snakes one hand between your legs to furiously rub your clit. “You better cum, now.”

“Cum for me,” Soldier Boy smirks when you make an odd noise. “Now, whore.”

“YES!” the dam breaks once again, drowning you in pleasure as Jensen’s warmth fills your abused cunt. “Fuck, he wasn’t that bad.”

“Not that bad?” Ackles complains loudly. “That was a grand prime fuck.”

“Sweet little kitten,” you moan as Soldier Boy dips his head to greedily shove his tongue down your throat, “I’m sorry you had to endure his sloppy thrusts. I will fuck you again right now and you’ll cum over and over again…”

“Hmph,” you slowly blink your eyes open. “What an intense dream. Shit, even the room smells like sex and cum. That’s what I call a wet dream. It feels as if their cum is still running out of me.”

“Oh, it is, sweetheart,” Dean strolls back into your bedroom, grinning as you are still spread out on your ruined sheets. “Seems like with every orgasm we gave you, we were able to explore another room of your apartment.”

“What?”

“It’s like we reached a new level every time we fucked you,” Soldier Boy stuffs a sandwich into his mouth. A towel hangs loosely around the men’s hips and their hair is still damp from the shower. 

“We should get you clean now,” Dean carefully picks you up in bridal style. “I guess you’re not a witch.”

“No, only horny,” you hide your face in his neck, giggling. “I just don’t get how you ended up here.”

“Voodoo?” Jensen joins the party. “I made breakfast and checked on the internet. It seems like everyone knows I disappeared.”

“Same goes for me. Sam won’t stop calling, but I can’t take the call,” Dean grumbles. “I sent him a message.”

“I didn’t check on the news,” Soldier Boy shrugs. “I owe no one shit. If I can stay here and fuck our girl, I’ll adapt.”

“Did you try to leave my apartment?” you carefully try, glancing at the men in your bedroom. “Dean?” You look up at the hunter, searching his face. “Did you try?”

“Well, yeah,” he huffs. “I got out, sent Sammy a message, and got back in. You know, maybe I can stay here for a while.”

“You don’t even know where ‘here’ is, Dean,” you argue but the hunter won’t give in. “Guys, we should find a way to send you back to your universe.”

“I live in your universe,” Jensen clears his throat. “I checked and I am the Jensen Ackles from this world. Can’t say anything about the others, though. I’m not against staying here for a little while. We could try to send the others back while I try to get you full of my babies.”

“God, that wasn’t a dream?” rolling your eyes you groan. “Can we decide on taking a week off to have fun and after, we will try to get Dean and Soldier Boy back home.”

“No,” Dean mutters under his breath. “I’ll stay here. Maybe we can get Sammy here too.”

“I don’t want to leave this place. I like it here,” it seems like none of them wants to leave your apartment for the time being.

“Fine, let’s decide who can fuck me again the easy way,” you look up at Dean. “Don’t go for scissors again, Winchester…”

>> Part 2

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#Dream a little dream of me #dean winchester #soldier boy #howbadcanitbebingo #Jensen Ackles #Smut #dean winchester x reader #soldier boy x reader #jensen ackles x reader #rpf #plot what plot

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Meeting Jensen At His Brewery

Pairing: AU!Jensen x reader

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“Hi,” said a handsome man when you were on the phone, wandering around the side of the brewery. You gave him a half smile, taking a deep breath as you listened to the ring tone again. You grumbled when it went to voicemail and hung up. “Uh, this area is for employees only.”

You followed his finger to the sign on the open fence door.

“I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head quickly walking past him.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, the guy staring at you. “My date ditched. I don’t even like beer that much to be honest.”

“That sucks. I’d have offered you one on the house,” he said. “I own this place.”

“My day just continues to get better,” you said, rubbing your head.

“We got beer that's a bit fruity if you’d be interested in that,” he said.

“I’m fine, really. Thank you for the offer,” you said.

“Well the offer still stands if you ever want to use it,” he said.

“Thanks...”

“Jensen.”

“Thank you, Jensen.”

“Well hey there,” you heard about three weeks later. You looked up from your phone, Jensen standing in front of you. 

“Hey,” you said.

“You get your date after all?” he asked.

“No. I ditched that guy. I’m busy fifth wheeling with some friends,” you said, nodding out to the patio area.

“We’ve been working on something,” he said, waving you over to the back where they brewed their stuff. He whistled as he headed over to a small looking vat, grabbing a glass and pouring some brown liquid into it. “Try this.”

“Okay,” you said as you took it from him. You took a small sip, cocking your head as you took another. “Okay. This is the best tasting beer I’ve ever had.”

“Awesome. We’ve been working on a drink for people that aren’t exactly beer drinkers. It’s beer that doesn’t taste like beer,” he said. “I personally find it gross but there’s certainly a market for it.”

“I like it,” you said.

“Good. Glad I could get you that free drink after all,” he said.

“Well thank you again, Jensen,” you said.

“Can I get a name before you run off on me again?”

“Y/N.”

“Can I take you out to lunch tomorrow Y/N?”

“Sure?”

“Great,” he said with a big smile. He pulled out his phone and you exchanged with him, Jensen taking it back after a minute. “So you think the drink is good?”

“Yeah. It’s not fruity or anything. It tastes kind of like bourbon but not as strong,” you said.

“So you’re a bourbon girl?”

“We can’t all be purely wine girls,” you said.

“You just got even more attractive than you already are,” he said.

“Cute,” you said, turning away.

“Well if you want anymore, just tell the guys tending bar. I gotta run back to work but enjoy your night with your friends,” he said.

“I think I will,” you said. “See you around, Jensen.”

“Yes you will, Y/N.”

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#supernatural #spn #jensen x reader #au #rpf #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #imagine

[impalaimagining]

You Saved Me - 20

Jared Padalecki x Reader, past Jared Padalecki x Genevieve, past Evan (OC) x Reader

2,073 words

Warnings: smut, 18+ only please

Series Masterlist - Masterlist

x 

Each morning after the brewery party started roughly the same way. Jared’s alarm went off. He stopped it from blaring through the bedroom. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back into his chest. His lips fluttered over the skin of your shoulder blade, your neck, your back, anywhere he could reach, still exposed from the night before. Jared worked his way down the bed, down your body, until he was fully submerged in everything that was you.

His tongue lapped at you, his thumbs spreading you open to him. Jared’s tongue fucked into you, the tip of his nose catching on your clit and making your thighs tremble. You pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged gently, rocking your hips and sliding yourself over his tastebuds. With a cry of his name, you crumbled, legs shaking, chest heaving as you panted in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.

Jared ascended your body with a grin splitting his face. He licked his lips and wedged his hips between your thighs.

The two of you rolled around between the sheets until the last possible minute before he had to get out of bed to shower. Even then, Jared would sometimes drag you along with him, pressing your back against the icy tiles and kissing you breathless as the air around you filled with steam.

“Son of a bitch.” Jared huffed into the crook of your neck. It was a Saturday, and he should’ve been off work, but it was getting close to the end of the season, and he had some post-production business to attend to.

You pulled back and looked up at Jared, a blissed-out but sleepy smile on your lips. “You okay?”

Jard returned your grin and nodded. “Beyond.” He chuckled. “Just don’t wanna spend the day away from you.”

You pouted. “I know, babe, but executive producer is a big role. Lots of behind-the-scenes jobs.” Jared just sighed, knowing you were right. “Hey.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “I’m so proud of you.

Jared’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink before he tried to brush your compliment off with a self-deprecating joke.

“Stop.” You admonished. “I’m serious, Jared. You’ve come so far in this field. You started out as a kid on Gilmore Girls, grew up on screen in front of millions of people, and now you’re a grown man with a family, and a damn good title before your name in the credits, and a hell of a legacy.”

“Baby.” Jared looked into your eyes. “Thank you.” He pressed his lips firmly against yours. “Thank you for your support through all of this. I know our lives together has a bit of a… rocky history. I know it’s not easy just being thrown into this lifestyle, either. With,” Jared cleared his throat, “with Gen, it was… easy - er, um - she knew the lifestyle. She knew what it was like being an actor, so she knew what it was like to be dating one, to be married to one.” You just nodded slowly as Jared continued. “And it’s not even just that for you - for us. It’s the kids, the ex-wife, the…”

“The stalker.” You finished his sentence, beginning your own tangent. “The stalker, the two kids who were barely school-age when I met you and are now… entire human beings on the verge of adults, the ex-wife who thought I was trying to steal her children from her, the third baby who looks eerily similar to the other two kids you and Genevieve have together.” You couldn’t help yourself. The words poured from your mouth before you could filter them, so you quickly closed your lips and pressed them together tightly. “Sorry.” You muttered.

Jared swallowed hard and nodded. “Like I said, rocky.”

“Rocky is definitely a word for it.” You scoffed. “But it - it doesn’t matter what our life has been like. It got us here.” You shook your head and reached down, sliding your hand along Jared’s arm and lacing your fingers together. “And I am very happy with here.”

Jared kissed you harder, his teeth scraping your lips when he failed to fight back a smile. “I love here.” He muttered against your lips. The alarm on his phone sounded and pulled you both from your dreamy daze, tangled up in one another as water cascaded to the floor behind you. Jared whined as he reached out of the shower and shut the sound up, then kissed you one last time. “Unfortunately, I can’t be here again until tonight.”

You smirked up at him and nodded. “Don’t worry.” You bit your bottom lip. “I have a few new lingerie sets that’ll make it well worth the wait when you get back home.” With a groan, Jared kissed you again and shoved himself away from you, then moved to get himself ready for the day.

You didn’t post much anymore, but you kept your social media accounts. You still had control of them. You still scrolled through them mindlessly; the post caught you off-guard.

The post showed Evan holding the hand of a toddler - a just-turned-one-year-old apparently - and the toddler’s other hand holding onto a woman’s hand. All three had smiles on their faces. The caption read something about it being the kid’s first birthday.

Evan had a kid? No. No, Evan had a girlfriend who had a kid. Evan had a girlfriend?

You shook your head quickly, eyes clenched shut. Your phone fell to the couch cushion beside you. Evan had a girlfriend, who he was so committed to that she was introducing him to her son. Your breathing sped up a bit, and your head began to spin. You weren’t with him anymore. You hadn’t been for a long time. It shouldn’t have hurt to find out that he was dating someone else. But it did. It hurt more than you ever expected it to. You picked up your phone and studied the picture for longer than you would’ve liked to admit, then you double-tapped the picture, a heart appearing in the center of it, and locked your phone, tossing it to the side again.

After sitting in complete silence for a few minutes, your thoughts consuming you, you picked up your phone again and typed a quick message to Evan.

“Happy for you, hope you’re doing well.”

You shouldn’t have sent it. You should’ve just kept to yourself, blocked him on every platform, deleted his number, moved on. You did move on, but something in you pulled you back. Your phone buzzed, and your heart jumped in your chest.

“Hey babe. Coming home for lunch. See you in a few.”

Jared.

You sighed, closed your eyes, and waited for Jared to make his way home to you. He walked through the door eight minutes after you read his text. He gave you eight minutes to collect yourself, but somehow it wasn’t enough. As soon as he saw you, he knew.

“What happened?” Jared sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you against him. “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, keeping your eyes cast downward. “Nothing, Jare.”

Jared pulled back and looked down at you with a frown. “Talk to me.”

Inhaling a shaky breath, you closed your eyes. “I don’t - I don’t even know why it’s getting to me.” Jared raised his brows, silently asking you to continue. “I was just sitting here scrolling and,” you shook your head, laughing sarcastically at yourself, “I saw something that… triggered me?”

Jared cautiously reached for your hand. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I’m okay. This shouldn’t be getting to me like this, so I’m mostly just mad at myself for the way I’m reacting. I saw a post from - from Evan. He… has a girlfriend. His girlfriend has a kid.” You sighed, shaking your head again. “He has a family.”

Jared’s shoulders fell as he tried to hide his disappointment. He recovered and straightened himself quickly but you could still see the defeat written on his face. “You have a family too.” Jared reminded you gently. “You have me, you have the boys.”

“I know I do, Jared. I know I have you. I don’t envy what he has. I don’t miss him.” You assured Jared. “I love you, and I love those boys. I love my life with you, Jared.” The tension released from Jared’s shoulders, his arm relaxing around you as he kept you close. “Our life together has barely even started.” You couldn’t help the small smile that crossed your lips.

Jared ran his fingers through your hair and cupped your cheek in his palm. “I cannot wait to marry you.”

You tipped your head up, finally looking into Jared’s eyes. “I can’t wait either.” You closed your eyes. “I - I’m not just talking about getting married though…” Jared quirked an eyebrow. You cleared your throat and hesitated. “I want to have your babies, Jared. I want to carry our baby, and feel them kick, and watch you become a daddy again. A daddy to our first baby.”

Jared sighed. “I… know.” He closed his eyes. “I know you want that, and I had a feeling there was something you weren’t telling me.

You furrowed your brows. “What am I not telling you?”

“That you’re struggling,” Jared started with a shrug, “with the boys being mine but not yours - not biologically, I mean. They’re yours, Y/N. They love you so much.”

“They’re not mine, Jared,” you pulled away from him, “and you just made it very clear that you feel that way. That they’ll never be mine.”

“Don’t.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know that’s not - the words just didn’t come out right.” Jared tried to explain, but you were hurt, and you weren’t in the mood to listen.

“I’m gonna take a few, okay?” You and your therapist - the same one Jared used and had gotten you an appointment with - had been working on making sure you didn’t let the way you defended yourself against Evan in an argument make its way into your relationship with Jared. Conflict resolution strategies, she called them. “I’ll be back.”

Jared gave you a few seconds before he followed after you. “Y/N, please.”

“Jared, please.” You echoed sternly. “I’m trying to do what I need to do to make sure our relationship doesn’t get as fucked up as my last one, so please just give me a couple of minutes to myself. We will talk, I promise you that, but I need to take a breather first.” Jared nodded his understanding, muttered an apology, and made his way back to the living room until you were ready to talk to him again.

Within ten minutes, you were back in the living room, offering Jared a glass of water.

“Thanks.” He said, and you nodded.

“Thank you for giving me space.” You tapped the pads of your fingers against your own glass.

“Whatever you need.” Jared said sincerely. “I’ll never be mad at you for taking care of yourself.”

“Thank you.” You repeated, sitting beside him on the couch. “Can we talk now?” Jared nodded. “You were right.” You sighed. “I do struggle sometimes, with the boys not being mine. We can fake it all we want - that we’re this happy little family - but at the end of the day, no matter how much I love those kids, they’re not mine, and that hurts. I love you so much, Jared. Beyond words. And I want to give you everything. I want to give you kids - as many as you want, whenever you want them. I want a family with you. I want a house, and a yard, and holidays full of laughter, and stories, and old family recipes around that big, wooden table.” Your words became broken as your eyes filled with tears. “I just want to know that you want that too.”

Jared reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. “I do.” He promised on a whisper. “I do want that. I want all of that - with you.” You wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face in his shirt. “I’ve got you.” Jared held the back of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Part 21

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Helloo I'm Adal! Certified Jervis Tetch (Benedict Samuel) enjoyer along side jervis-tetch-my-beloved! I'm here to write, draw, and make friends in whatever fandom I have stumbled into!

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by the big man himself @bigassbowlingballhead

How many works do you have on ao3?

Fifteen wonderful fanfictional works of art (i used to have more for other fandoms but they were culled during the great move to this fandom haha)

What's your total ao3 word count?

102,099 if you can believe. all since the end of january.

What fandoms do you write for?

currently rwrb and rwrb rpf but I've been doing some research into another fandom that i wanna write in soon! watch this space *eyes*

Top five fics by kudos:

No.1 (Royal Red and Blue) Oil on Canvas

Henry Fox is Alive

If You're Not Made For Me (Why Did We Fall in Love?)

Said I'm Sorry But I'm Not To Blame

Drinking light chardonnays and eating tiny finger foods

Do you respond to comments?

uhhhhh yikes. I have adhd i'll blame that. I'm sorry. i dont tend to on my long fics but on my shorter smuts i might if i remember. im sorry. just know that i read every single comment!!!!!! and appreciate them

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I've written some angsty shit, but i think my fic Someone Loved Me But Not Today. It's an open ended fic where Alex and Henry are exes who reconnect at the funeral of Henry's twin brother George.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All my fics bar the above have a happy(ish) ending.

But probably Henry Fox is Alive because it's so healing to both Alex and Henry.

No.1 is a close second. All my smut has a happy ending ifyaknowwhatimean *wink wonk*

Do you get hate on fics?

Hate is a strong word. I've had some slightly nasty comments about characterisation that hurt my feelings lol, but nothing that is intentionally nasty to me or about my writing. Just choices I've made. But it's whatevs innit.

Do you write smut?

Of course!

Craziest crossover:

no crossovers as of yet. I can imagine writting 911/911ls crossovers if that even counts. Maybe alex and henry can get into an accident in either austin or LA and have my fire boys and gyals come rescue them

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Ha! who'd bother

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope but if ya want to then sure.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope. i'm too shy i'd be all embarrassed haha

All time favorite ship?

oh i've been in fandom for like 13 years now i've got a lot of ships that changed me. Lets say firstprince at the moment though bc it's brought me some wonderful friends

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i usually finish my wips actually. but my 1850s australian prison au is on the back burner bc i have others i find easier writing haha

What are your writing strengths?

people always say dialogue

What are your writing weaknesses?

editing and streamlining. maybe pacing.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

yes love it, but i wouldnt do it bc i only speak english and i dont want to look dumb in front of my international friends. like lots of my blorbos are multilingual!!!!

First fandom you wrote in?

oof. idk. Maybe supernatural as my first posted fic? I wrote a lot of fic for bands that were popular when i was young but they shall not be named and never saw the light of day

Favorite fic you've written?

uhh actually it's probably Henry Fox is Alive. Love that fic and it was my first firstprince fic. Special place in my heart!

Also Drinking light chardonnays and eating tiny finger foods is a fave bc it got a lot of traction for being a piss fic hahahaha

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