#Supernatural RPF

[wayward-dreamer]

Impatient

Square/s filled: Orgasm denial @jacklesversebingo | FREE @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2,080

Summary: Jensen and Y/N attend an industry event, but her impatience to have her way with him leads to him making sure she knows he's still in charge.

Warnings: Swearing, smut: dirty talk, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, gags, hair pulling, against the wall, slight degradation, use of 'slut', unprotected sex (wrap it up people), semi-public sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, creampie, fluff.

A/N: A recent group chat about Dom!Jensen has resulted in this. So, happy reading! ;) beta'd by my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean

Jensen picked up a champagne flute as a waiter passed by him, handing it over to Y/N as his arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. He sipped the whiskey in his other hand as they both looked over the crowd around them, hoping to find some of their friends or even acquaintances at the party. Industry events usually went on for hours, so they had plenty of time to mingle with others later, both of them more than okay with each other for company at that moment. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, showing his appreciation for her shape in the royal blue, strapless dress. He slowly and subtly moved the hand on her waist over her hip, down to the curve of her ass and back to her waist, making her bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I’m really regretting being here,” he husked close to her ear. “Especially with the way you look in this dress.”

Her eyes flicked over the light gray suit he was wearing, her fingers softly flicking the edge of his blue and white pocket square. “I can say the same for you and this suit.”

“Oh, is it doing somethin’ for ya?” he smirked.

“Definitely,” she whispered against his lips, kissing him slowly, suggestively. She needed him desperately and she hoped that they could sneak away somewhere.

Unfortunately for them, someone he had worked on a project with years ago came over to him, both of them catching up. He introduced her and she smiled politely, nodding along with the conversation and laughing at the appropriate times but she wanted this guy to leave as soon as possible, so she could drag her boyfriend into the nearest bathroom. As she watched them, she slowly shifted the side of her upper thigh against his crotch, pressing her lips together in amusement as his hand dug into her hip as a warning. She was in a mood to challenge him, though. She repeated the movement, causing him to glance at her from the corner of his eye as he pulled away from her, slightly.

Jensen and his friend said their goodbyes with promises to catch up, before she said it was nice to meet him and watched him leave. She turned and looked up at Jensen, seeing his eyebrows raised at her.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked, moving closer to her so no one heard them.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, an innocent smile on her face.

She pushed herself into him, her hip rubbing against him once more and making her grin as she felt him twitch under his dress pants. He glared down at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close enough so that their faces were an inch apart.

“Do that again and you know how this ends, darlin’,” he warned.

She felt her inner walls clench around nothing at his words, a thrill running through her as their gazes locked. His intense glare was taunting her, a silent threat for her to try her luck again and to see what happened. She pressed herself against him, her thigh brushing against his crotch once more, and that was it. He reached for the champagne in her hand and took it, placing that and his whiskey tumbler on the nearest table before he curled his hand around her wrist, leading her out of the huge ballroom where the event was being held. He spotted one of the restrooms at the end of the hallway, the exhilaration building inside her with each step they took towards it.

Jensen opened the door, checking that no one was inside as he turned back and locked it behind her. He pulled Y/N into his arms as they embraced each other, kissing fervently as his hands slid down her back to her waist. She clung to the lapels of his suit as their lips fused together sensually, her touch becoming frenzied as started to pull at his tie with one hand, and open the buttons of his shirt with the other. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her off, walking forward and pressing her up against the tiled wall. She moaned against his lips as she tried to free her hands, desperate to get him out of as many of his clothes as she could. She tried to reach for his belt, causing him to trap her arms once more as he pulled away from the kiss.

“So impatient. You know better than that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and husky as he stared into her eyes. He kept his gaze on her as he reached down and pulled up the hem of her knee-length dress around her waist. “Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told, gulping as she felt his finger pull her black panties to the side. He leaned in close, his lips hovering over hers as he ran his digits through her folds, feeling how wet she was no doubt from the moment she started teasing him. He spread the arousal over her, moving his fingers up to her clit, circling it slowly. She gasped as she shifted her hips closer to him, making him chuckle.

“So fucking desperate,” he muttered, pecking her lips. “You gotta be good if you want my cock, sweetheart. Especially if you want it where my fingers are.”

Along with his words, he pushed two of his thick fingers into her tight heat, her mouth falling open and letting out a loud moan, her hands gripping his covered shoulders, tightly. He thrust them in and out of her, slowly in order to keep her on edge as his thumb flicked over her swollen nub. As he continued his ministrations, short whimpers escaped her, but they increased in volume and he knew he needed a way to keep her quiet. He didn’t want anyone from this event walking in on them, but there was no way he was stopping, either. He pulled his fingers out of her, ignoring the whine that left her as he turned her around to face the wall. Her hands pressed against the tiles as he pulled the pocket square out, holding it to her lips.

“Open up, darlin’,” he ordered, smirking as he shoved it in just as she gasped. “You gotta stay quiet if daddy’s gonna fuck you with people right outside that door.”

She let out a muffled whimper, feeling his hands glide over the smooth skin of her ass as he pulled her hips a little closer. She heard the sound of his zip coming down, her heart beating faster in her chest as the head of his cock nudged against her folds. He took a hold of his thick shaft, his darkened gaze shifting over her as he watched the way she took all of him as he slid into her tight heat. He relished the feeling for only a second, knowing they didn’t have much time before someone came knocking, grinning when he heard a stifled moan leave her. He pulled out completely before he thrusted into her again, continuing in a steady rhythm as he moved deep inside her. He groaned, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, too, but he couldn’t help it when she was clenching around him so perfectly.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight… she’s taking my cock so well, baby girl,” he husked, his hands gripping the flesh of her hips tighter.

Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly around the gag as his hips smacked against her, his cock pounding deep into her and pressing against that spot only he had ever managed to. He chuckled, the sound almost sinister as he leaned into her, his chest right against her back. One of his hands left her hips and moved into her hair, tugging at the roots roughly, causing another shriek of pleasure to come from her, muffled by the pocket square.

Jensen laughed again, keeping his lips close to her ear as his voice became low and gravelly, “Just don’t know how to stay quiet, huh? You really want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, don’t ya, sweetheart?”

His hips began to increase the pace he had set, slamming harder, faster within her as he chased that sweet release he craved but he had other plans for her. Her breathing was harsh, every short inhale and exhale through her nose burning her lungs as she tried to keep her hands steady on the wall. She was on the edge, her walls clenching around his length with every thrust, ready to hit that peak along with him at any moment.

“Shit, you’re close. Can feel the way you’re squeezing around my cock. Do you think you deserve to cum after what you did?” he asked, his breath fanning against the shell of her ear. “Rubbing against me like that in a room full of people.”

The only response she could really give him in her current state was a pathetic nod, causing him to huff a small chuckle.

“Ah, see. I don’t think so, darlin’. I think only daddy gets to cum right now and then I take you home… and spank this ass raw for thinking you could pull that little stunt.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she mewled in protest, trying to glance back at him but his firm grip around the strands of her hair kept her from turning.

“You can whine all you want. You don’t cum until I let you. Is that clear?” he whispered, nipping at her lobe.

Her shoulders slumped as she nodded again.

He kissed behind her ear, nuzzling his nose against the same spot. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re so perfect… gonna fill your tight little pussy up nice and deep.”

Jensen grabbed her waist, holding her still as his shaft pushed deeper into her. He groaned as he felt her walls tighten around him, causing him to fuck her harder when he felt himself throb inside her. With one last thrust, his neck strained back with a low grunt, the sound rumbling in his chest just as his cock pulsed, spurts of his cum coating her walls. Y/N moaned at the feeling, wishing that she could’ve reached that euphoric end with him, but the warmth of seed would have to satisfy her until they got home. He slowly pulled out of her, allowing her to rest her hands on the wall for support as her legs shook. He cleaned himself up before he pushed his cock back in, zipping up his pants. He moved over to her, taking the pocket square from her mouth and folding it again, hiding the lipstick stains on the fabric as he tucked it into the front pocket of his suit.

He leaned over her, kissing the side of her neck as he reached between her legs, pulling her panties back into place. She turned gently, breathing heavily as they looked at each other. She smiled softly, a soft moan escaping her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling his cum inside her.

“You okay?” he asked, gently cupping her face in his hand.

“Yeah,” she replied, leaning in and kissing him passionately.

“Good,” he muttered when he pulled away, pulling her dress down for her as their eyes met. “Now you’re gonna be patient with that load inside you, while I talk to a few more people before we leave.”

She almost let out a sigh of protest but his intense gaze stopped her. He grinned as he leaned in, his plump lips brushing against hers as their eyes remained locked on each other.

“Don’t you worry, darlin’,” he started, his voice dropping to that deep timbre once more. “I promise I’ll stick to my word.”

Y/N bit her lip as she dropped her gaze, the anticipation of what he told her he was going to do to her making her core tighten once more. She washed her hands, reapplied her lipstick and then wrapped her fingers around his as he led her out of the bathroom. It wasn’t too long before they left the event, both of them far too impatient not to continue what they had started.

And he definitely stuck to his word as soon as they got home.

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[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Grandpa Ackles

Summary: Y/n was enjoying her husband’s new style post Supernatural, that is until a certain pair of glasses come onto the scene. How will Jensen feel about her teasing? 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K+

Warnings: Language, age gap (implied), unprotected sex (don’t be silly..)

Author’s Note: This baby was born from a little razzing session I had with @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons regarding those glasses Jensen wore. It quickly turned into this mess that I forgot about in my drafts. I hope you enjoy it. As always I would love to hear your feedback xoxo Alex

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The love and support of the Supernatural fandom had been the spark that helped Jensen to come out of his shell. From singing at conventions to releasing his album and everything in between. He was far more at ease now than he had been back in 2005. But the truth was she hadn’t seen him blossom more than since the series finally wrapped. From getting to grow out his hair and the relentless press junket for The Boys, he’s been getting to show off his creativity and style like never before. Most of the time she was behind him all the way, but today’s choice had her questioning the man she had married. 

They were currently on set with Entertainment Weekly doing yet another interview. Y/n had followed her husband across Europe and now Los Angeles to support him in his recent endeavor. Now she found herself standing behind the cluster of monitors that showed each camera angle. Naturally, she was focused on Jensen, but not for the reason one would expect. 

It was like a train wreck, something she couldn’t look away from no matter how hard she tried. Her husband had first slipped the blue-tinted glasses onto his perfect face when they were about to walk out of the dressing room. At first, she had thought they were sunglasses and she was rightfully confused about him putting them on at that moment, but he walked right onto the set with them still in place and that’s when it hit her. They were a statement piece for his outfit. 

God, she loved her husband but she was seriously questioning his choices. The black-framed glasses were ever so slightly to big for his face. The lens appeared prescription strength in the way that they distorted his eyes to appear larger than reality. Sure, he wore reading glasses periodically at home but never had they made it into any sort of interview or red carpet before. Though he wouldn’t admit it to her, she knew it made him self-conscious about his age, especially considering the difference between them. So she would tell him how much she loved them, which wasn’t even the tiniest bit of a lie. Those glasses framed his face well and made him look refined. These on the other hand, well, as much as she tried to love them, it simply wasn’t happening. 

The interview lasted roughly an hour before they were back in his dressing room to pack up their things. Once he had cleared out the dressing room they hopped into a car to take them back to their hotel. Y/n waited with bated breath for him to remove the glasses, but he never so much as acknowledged them. Jensen conversed politely with her until they made it back to their suite. She plopped down onto the edge of the bed, watching him as he began to unpack his bag from the day. 

“Are you going to tell me why you keep looking at me like that?” He questioned finally, his one eyebrow quirking at her. 

“I-” Y/n chewed on the corner of her lip while she tried to find the words. “What is with the glasses?” 

“What do you mean?” Jensen crossed his eyes, playfully attempting to look at the specs without taking them off.

“Did you lose a bet…” her words trailed off, earning her a frown from her husband. 

“You don’t like my glasses.” It wasn’t a question.

“I don’t… not like them,” she tried with a smile but her husband knew her better than that. Jensen crossed his arms with a warning look, asking her to tell the truth. “Okay fine, they look like a bad 70’s accessory. I’m sorry, baby, but they are not it.” 

“These are Gucci,” he defended. Y/n hid her mouth behind her fingers, stifling a smile at his knee-jerk reaction to her opinion.

“I know this, and I love you, but just because you are playing, as you call him, a grandpa, doesn’t mean you need to dress like one.” Y/n made air quotes with her fingers as she talked. She knew she was digging herself a hole but damn it if she couldn’t stop talking. 

“Whatever, I need to change,” he scoffed as he began undoing the buttons on his shirt. The blatant roll of his eyes told her he was over this conversation but that didn’t stop what slipped out next. 

Y/n cupped her hands around her mouth and whispered, “Start with the glasses.”

Jensen froze, his eyes narrowing at his wife. She smiled at him, her tongue peeking out between her teeth. Before she could blink he darted towards her, his arms encompassing her as he tackled her into the bed.  A shriek left her mouth as the couple barreled into the plush furniture, quickly dissolving into giggles as he pinned her to the mattress.

“Careful, Jay, don’t need you breaking a hip.” Her words came out between snickers. She was quick to realize how worked up she had gotten him. 

“Funny, you weren’t saying that two days ago,” Jensen encompassed her with his form, one hand on either side of where her head lay. 

“Guess that was before I realized how close you might be to needing help from a little blue pill…” She let the words hang in the air, watching her husband’s jaw drop. 

“You gonna regret that,” he mumbled, dropping his voice as he cocked his head. 

“Promise?” Y/n bit her lip, a final challenge before Jensen dove in, capturing her lips with his own. Immediately she melted into the comforter, her hands moving to finish his job of undoing his top. Her work was distracted as the actor trailed his pillow-soft lips down her jaw and neck, using his tongue to suck the tender flesh into his mouth. A moan fell from her lips as he nipped her collarbone, the action egging him on. When she finally popped the last button, she hurriedly pushed the thin fabric from his shoulders. 

Jensen sat back on his legs, working open his belt and jeans as Y/n lifted her dress over her head. He let out a low whistle, letting his eyes roam down the expanse of her body, now just in a pair of panties. 

“I’m waiting, Grandpa,” she smirked, raising her arms above her head to emphasize her breasts for him. 

“Damnit woman,” he grunted, now in a hurry to rid them both of their offending bottoms. Once they were both exposed to the other, Jensen leaned back over her, again capturing her lips with his own in a heated kiss. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth as his hands ran down her curves. The action set her nerves aflame, warmth amalgamating low in her belly. 

In a second, his warmth was gone, and his large hands were flipping her onto her stomach. She rose to her hands and knees without a second thought, knowing that Jensen was not going to do her the courtesy of prepping her for him. The woman got no warning before her husband entered her from behind, his cock stretching her in every delicious and agonizing way. Her chin dropped to her chest as he set a grievously slow pace where she could feel every inch of him. 

“Fuck, Jay. Faster, please?” The words were a breathy plea on her lips. 

“What was that, baby?”

“I need more,” she reiterated. Jensen ran his fingers through her hair before gently tugging on the strands, pulling her frame up and flush against his own. His arms wrapped around her torso, the new muscles she loved so much dwarfing her body as he drove into her, faster with every thrust. His grunts were low, but deafening from their proximity to her. The sound was like music to her ears, each one helping to push her closer to the edge of oblivion. 

“Look at you, so wrecked from taking me like a good girl,” Jensen breathed out, his praises earning a whimper from his lover. “Do you think you deserve to come?” 

“Oh, fuck.” It was the only thing her brain could formulate at the moment. She knew this was a torture of her own creation. Y/n had pushed him to prove himself, knowing full well what would come of it, and damn it if she wasn’t regretting that now. The thing was he absolutely would deny her if she didn’t grovel. And it wouldn’t be the first time either. 

“I can’t hear you.”

“Nobody can fuck me like you. My body is yours.” It was the truth and had been since that first night together so many years ago. He had thoroughly ruined her for anyone else and still to this day proves that he knows her body better than herself. “I can’t come without you.” 

“It’s a start,” he murmured, his game punctuated with every thrust of his hips. His left hand traveled up to her throat, applying light pressure just above her collarbone. 

“Please.” She was nowhere near above begging him for release. 

“Since you asked nicely,” Jensen finally relented, using his opposite hand to press against her clit. The combination of sensations sent her over the cliff like a switch had been flipped. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the overwhelming sensations he continued to deliver until he too finished, rutting against her as he spilled himself inside her. 

His grip against her loosened and he let her back against the hotel comforter, taking care to keep her steady on her trembling legs. Y/n rolled over onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling as her breathing evened out. Her husband joined her, resting his head against her stomach. Mindlessly her fingers came down to run through his long blonde locks. 

“Still think I need the blue pill?” He asked and she could feel him smile against her abdomen. 

“Fuck you,” she huffed out a laugh. 

“I think you just did.”

“Ugh, fine, you win this one, Ackles,” Y/n playfully pushed her husband from her side. “But next, time don’t expect me to cave so easily.”

“Oh?” One of his eyebrows shot up on his forehead and immediately she regretted her words. The actor was on her before she had a chance to blink, ready to prove himself as many times as it would take. 

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[soaringeag1e]

Time

Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sadness, Heartache, injuries, Blood, Sweet Caring Jensen {I know, doesn't seem really Christmasy haha, sorry, not sorry.}

Words: 2,252

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She spent the day putting up her tree and decorating her apartment, keeping busy and trying to keep her mind off other things. She desperately wanted to feel the spirit of Christmas, feel excited and cheerful, but those moments didn’t last long unfortunately. Even with lights hanging throughout the space, her tree bright green and sparkling with twinkling white bulbs, she just wasn’t feeling it.

She was sucked in by the lights on the tree as they took turns lighting up, a few knocks going unnoticed as she was spacing out, lost in her thoughts. It takes a few more attempts from her visitor before she finally gets pulled out of her trance and hears the thuds against her door.

Glancing down at the glass in her hand, the melted ice tells her that she’s been spacing out for a lot longer than she thought, but that doesn’t surprise her honestly. Setting her holiday drink on the table, she moves towards her door where a few more knocks come through. Peeking through the peephole, she grows a bit confused when she sees who it is and quickly pulls on the locks to reveal her friend on the other side. He gets startled after the long dragged out silence but smiles when they lock eyes nonetheless.

“Hey! I was beginning to think you weren’t home.”

“No, I just um…” she pauses, looking back into her apartment to where she was glued just seconds ago. “I’m sorry.” she apologizes in a quiet breath, hesitating to look her visitor in the eye before changing the subject. “What are you doing here? I thought that you were in New Mexico working on…” When she can’t continue her sentence he raises his brow, a smartass smirk growing on his face.

“Big Sky?”

“Yes! That.” She looked embarrassed as she couldn’t remember the name of the show he was currently involved with.

“Well, it’s nice to know that you’re so into it.” he tells her, the sarcasm not going unnoticed. 

“Hey, I’ve been busy.” she counters, letting him in the apartment. “And I’m halfway through season two now, so…”

“So…you haven’t even made it to my episode. Good to know.”

“Did you just come here to give me a hard time? Because I’ve had enough of that this year.” Her tone changes as she closes the door. “Best friend or not, I’m just not in the mood.” As she roughly rubs at her eyes, his heart sinks. The relationship he has with her has always been playful. It was his job to mess with her and it always made her smile, but sadly he has underestimated the pain she has taken on in the last year and hasn’t adjusted his teasing accordingly.

Her body flinches just a tad when he slides his arms around her, but she quickly melts into him, dropping her arms into his chest and letting him squeeze her tight.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers faintly, kissing her temple sweetly but never loosens his grip. He feels her relax more in his arms, the tension he could feel in her entire body slowly slipping away the longer he holds her. Minutes pass and he doesn’t know how many, but honestly doesn’t care. But what she says next fills his heart with pride.

“I needed one of your hugs today.” He can hear the emotion in her voice but knowing that he was able to bring something good to her keeps his happiness up. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You always seem to know when I need you the most and I don’t get it.” Jensen smirks, his pride only being fueled more.

“Magic.” he tells her as he pulls away, locking eyes with her. “If I told you my secret, I’d have to kill you.”

“Please, do.” She comes back with a not so sarcastic response and Jensen just has to remind himself that pain and anger makes people say that kind of stuff. It wasn’t long ago that he felt the same way.

“Can’t do that. Sorry.”

“Why?” she whines, dropping her head to his chest.

“Because you mean too much to me.” he says simply, but the feelings behind it are anything but. Which in turn makes the next few moments painful even for him.

She scoffs and pulls away from him, moving towards the table where her drink waits, the ice practically gone now.

“With the group of friends you have? Trust me, you won’t be missing me long.” He swallows back his initial reaction, pushing the sting his heart took way down and attempts to forget about it.

“You’re wrong.” There’s no joking in his gaze now, not that she expected it. But she doesn’t see that look often and it was definitely one that hit her hard. “Listen,” he starts before taking a few steps closer to her. “I know what you’re going through is hard and I know you’re hurting, but I promise that it will get better.” Honestly, he expected an eye roll or something, but it seemed that she understood he was being serious. “He may not know what he lost but we do, and we won’t make that same mistake.” Her eyes dropped to her drink, emotions coming to the surface again. He’s not sure what to say now because he’s finally let go of some of the things he’s been holding in. At least the more appropriate things. But as he scans the apartment and sees the tree all dressed up in the corner, he smiles, grateful that you were able to at least decorate for the holiday.

“It looks great.” he points out, stepping around her to get closer to the holiday staple. “I was afraid you weren’t going to decorate at all.” he admits, not taking his eyes off the twinkling lights.

“I almost didn’t.” she confesses, not moving from her spot. “But, I was hoping that it would help pull me out of this a little bit.”

“I think it will.” he nods softly as he turns back to face her.

“I don’t know about that.” she tells him, emotion heavy in her voice. “It hasn’t done anything so far.”

“Just give it time.”

“Ugh.” she grunts heavily, spinning around to make her way into the kitchen. “Time. It’s always about time, right!?” She raises her voice a bit as she makes it to the counter and pours more alcohol into her glass. “After being torn away from your family as a kid, give it time. You lose someone you love, give it time. Your husband cheats on you and throws away sixteen years of your life, give it time!” she cries, tears slipping from her eyes as Jensen makes his way towards her. Her body trembles from anger but she tosses back the liquid she just added to the glass, not really bothered by the strength of the drink. “You know what they all have in common, Jay!? No matter how much time you give them, they never go away! Ever!” she screams, slamming her glass down onto the counter as the anger she was feeling made her lose all control over her actions. Seeing this, Jensen surges forward but it all happens way too fast.

The second the glass touches the counter top, it shatters. Chunks of the glistening pieces fly across the counter in all directions, falling to the floor and sliding with their momentum. But it was the painful cry that Jensen was focused on. Glass crunched under his boots as he rushed to her side, blood dripping onto the counter and the fallen shards of glass as she raised her hand to see what she just did to herself.

“Let me see.” Fully concerned, he reaches for her hand, gentle so as not to hurt her more than she already was. She quietly huffs and moans in pain as he inspects it. It takes him a moment to see how bad it is and he becomes grateful when it doesn’t look like she needs stitches, but he does see a piece of glass sticking out from her wound. He glances up briefly, seeing that she’s only focusing on the cut. “Hold still.” he tells her before carefully removing the shard from her hand. She hisses in pain but it needed to be done. “Here, come here.” Keeping her hand elevated, he swipes the towel from the counter and then escorts her into the living room, helping her onto the couch. “Keep it up, I’ll be right back.”

Careful not to slip on the glass near the kitchen, Jensen rushes down the hall and into her room. He’s gone maybe thirty seconds, if that. He’s been in her house before, he knows where everything is. Especially the first aid kit. This wasn’t the first time he had to patch her up after hurting herself, but this definitely was the worst injury he’s had to help her with.

“Alright, let me see.” he says as he re-enters the room. Grabbing onto your coffee table, he pulls it closer to the couch and then takes a seat, situating himself so that he could fix you up without having you stretch your arm out too far.

“I’m sorry.” you whimper softly and he glances up through his lashes before focusing back on your hand.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” It falls silent after that for a bit. She flinches a few times as he cleans up the wound and checks to see if any more glass was hiding inside, but otherwise he gets it as clean as he can and then starts to bandage it up.

“You’re right.” he finally breaks the silence, not looking up from his task as he continues. “It never does go away.” he admits and then falls quiet again. But only for a minute or two. “But, eventually you will get to a place where you won’t think about it as much. And if you do, it won’t hurt as bad as it does now.” Silent sobs shake her body a bit as she listens to him, the pain of what she’s been through tearing through her more than that glass did to her hand. “Listen,” he says as he tapes off the bandage, making sure it’s secure and then he looks up at her. “Your scumbag husband lost his fucking mind.” The anger is visible in his gaze, but she knows it’s not meant for her. “To have one of the most amazing women on this planet choose him and love him and do anything for him just to turn around and…” his jaw locks as he reminds himself to keep calm. But that’s just something he can’t do fully.

“Fuck him. Okay? You deserve a million times better than him. You deserve someone who cares about you and takes care of you just as much as you do for them. No more of this eighty, twenty shit, you hear me?” Tears continue to slip from her eyes and though he knows they won’t stop, he reaches up and wipes a few away anyway. “So, yeah, it’s going to take time and it’s going to hurt like hell, but I swear to you, somewhere down the road you are going to look back at this and see how much of a blessing this was. You’re going to be able to wake up every morning and not feel like death when you roll out of bed. You’ll be able to drive home, take showers and fall asleep without crying every time. Right now, it doesn’t seem possible, I know, but it will happen. I promise you.” 

Silence fills the apartment after that. The two of them soaking in the speech and just letting the moment be for a minute. Then Jensen reaches up and wipes away her tears again, this time clearing her face as no more were falling at the moment.

“Ready to get some sleep?” Unable to speak, she just nods softly. “Alright.” pushing himself up from the table, he helps her up and escorts her to the edge of the kitchen. “Why don’t you go and climb in bed, I’m gonna…” he pauses, looking over all the glass everywhere. “I’m gonna clean this up.” When he looks back at her, he gives her his best grin. She takes it and slowly turns and starts walking down the hall, but she stops a few feet away, looking back at the man in the kitchen, setting the dustpan on the counter and beginning to sweep the floor.

“Jensen?” Hearing his name, he stops. “Thank you.” A smile grows on his face and he sends her a nod. But when she doesn’t move, he pushes her a bit. 

“Go on. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” This time, he watches her walk down the hall and disappear into her room.

The feelings he’s harbored for her for so long now have a chance to come out, but he has to hold them back for a while longer. Yes, she may be single now, but with the healing that she has to go through, he can’t be jumping in the deep end right away. The last thing he wants is to become the rebound or end up hurting her even more because he gave into his desires too soon.

He loves that woman, more than he realizes to be honest. So the only way to keep her is to wait. To give it time. 

#Time #Christmas #jensen ackles #jensen fanfic #jensen fanfiction #jensen x reader #jensen x female reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x female reader #jensen fic #jensen ackles fic #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen ackles fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfic #supernatural rpf

[thegoodthebadandtheart]

chess AU (the origin of i don't exactly recall but it was half @nigeltde-fic's fault i think)

#supernatural rpf #supernatural #j2 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #a #straight up redrawn from a carlsen/karjakin game #releasing this from drafts cringe is dead sports aus are life etc etc

[holylulusworld]

Taped on video - Kinktober 30

Summary: You end up crowded by three men...

Pairing: J3 (Jensen, Jared, Jeff) x fem!Reader

Idea by: @moosekateer13

A/N: This is pure fiction. For the sake of this story all three a single.

Warnings: dom J3/sub reader, breeding bench, dirty talk, slut-shaming, unprotected sex, smut, oral (male rec), double penetration (oral/vaginal), voyeurism, cum play, sex tapes, a hint of dub-con, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens), taking turns, implied extortion/extortion, a hint of Dark J3

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Guys,“ you crack your neck. “I know you are excited and giddy like schoolboys because you can work together on the show, but please, give me a break.”

Jeffrey cocks a brow at your comment. He was falling out of his role once again, and you had to yell cut once again. “What’s the matter, doll?” He drawls, flashing you an irresistible smirk. You assume Jeffrey is used to being in control, but you won’t have it.

“I’m not your doll,” you snap at the actor. If you don’t set boundaries right away, they will walk all over you in no time. “You ruined the scene for the fourth time. We all love bloopers and gag reels, but we need to get this scene done. All of us want to go home before dusk.”

“We are on in, sweetheart,” Jensen makes you the Dean. He grins and winks at you. “Let me handle them. They are a bunch of schoolboys.”

“Fine. We are going to make another break. Fifteen minutes. Calm down and relax,” you glare in Jared’s direction. You don’t need him to pull another prank on you or one of the crew members.”

“Action!” You call out, hoping the three will finally get their shit together so you can finish the scene. It’s getting late and you’ve got a date with your bathtub, your vibrator, and a glass of wine.

You watch Jensen and Jared fall into their roles. They run toward the Impala, fighting their way through monsters. The scene unfolds and you pray, they won’t fall out of their roles again.

“DEAN!”

“Sammy!”

“Doll!” Jeffrey snickers as you angrily fling your phone across the set. You huff and get out of your chair.

“What is wrong with you today? We are all tired and want to get out of here. Guys, it’s the night before Halloween and I want to get some rest before I attend the annual Halloween party tomorrow.”

“We are trying, doll,” Jeff smirks darkly, looking more like his alter ego Negan than himself. He licks his lips, eyes trained on your chest. “What can I say? We are distracted by your beauty, boss.”

You shudder at the roughness of his voice. He looks like a predator spying on his prey. Hazel eyes follow your every step as you get out of your chair once again.

“Everyone, we call it a day. It’s getting too late. The light is wrong,” you look at your crew. “Go home and enjoy your evening. We come back to the scene the day after tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” One of the cameramen asks. “We can try to get it done today. No problem.”

“The scene is almost finished.” Rubbing your temple, you sigh. If only these guys didn’t mess with you today. “We can get back at it next time.”

You clap your hands at the rest of the crew, ignoring Jensen, Jared, and Jeff. “Thank you all for your patience and professionalism today. I know it was an exhausting and long day. We will call it a day. Get home safely.”

While the rest of the crew says their goodbyes and leaves the set, the devilish trio looks in your direction. They smirk and whistle as you stalk toward them.

“What was that?” You throw your hands up, and huff. “Why did you fuck the scenes up on purpose?”

“Well, tomorrow is Halloween, and we are in the mood to play,” Jeffrey dips his head to look you up and down. He smirks, revealing pearl-white teeth.

The trio crowds you like a pack of wolves. You gasp as Jensen wraps his arms around you from behind to whisper in your ear. “We’ve got a proposal for you, sweetheart.”

“What Jensen tries to tell you is, that we fucked up the scenes on purpose,” Jared smirks darkly. He cups your face with his large hands, causing a whimper to escape your throat.

“Why?”

“Daddy wants to play, doll,” Jeffrey purrs. “If you let us play with you, we are going to be so good for you next time. Say yes and be ours for tonight.”

“You try to extort me into fucking you?” You chuckle darkly. “Christ, are your balls blue or something? I thought you could get laid any time of the day.”

“We could have any woman but you. And we want you,” Jensen whispers in your ear. “Give in and let us have control over your body and mind tonight.”

You press your thighs together, wiggling in Jensen’s embrace. “I can’t fuck a member of my cast.”

“Not one,” Jeffrey tuts. “You’ll bend over the hood of the Impala and let us all have a ride. You are going to be our whore tonight. We all know that you act so innocently all the time, but in secret you want to get this pussy pounded and called our slut.

“I-“ you swallow thickly. “I’m not…no…I…”

“I want to cream this cunt, and make it sing for me,” Jared pats your head. “I bet you’d look good with all of your holes ruined, cum leaking out of your broken body.”

Fuck, Jared always acts so innocently and sweet but right now, he looks at you as if you are his latest meal. “What Jared tries to tell you is, that he’s got a boner he wants to shove up your cunt. He wants to cum inside of you and ruin your pussy.”

“We all want to ruin you,” Jeffrey nods at Jared, silently telling him to get out of his way. “Be ours, and we will show you heaven and hell in one night.”

“My safe word is pumpkin,” you batt your eyelashes, acting innocently. “Maybe daddy can show me a good time while his boys watch.” You challenge. “Can his dick keep up with his potty mouth?”

After you agreed to let the trio have their way with you, they did a great job securing your body to a breeding bench at Jeff’s sex dungeon.

“How is that, huh? We built this nice room only for you.”

“What?” you whimper involuntarily. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re always a hardass, and try to order us around,” Jeff stands behind you, hands groping your ass. He spreads your cheeks, humming. “We will ruin all of your holes and make you our whore.”

“And after we are done with you, you’ll agree to be ours forever,” Jensen steps in front of you. He looks at your parted lips, smirking darkly. “Yeah, I dreamed of watching you choke on my cock while Jeff fucks you into submission.”

“Oh…God…” you whimper. “You planned all of this? For how long?”

“Months, doll. We dreamed of getting our hands on your ripe body. I can’t wait to be inside of your cunt.”

“Come on, get started. I want to watch you both ruin her holes. I will record every second, and then, you will film us,” Jared stands next to Jensen. He cups your face and forces you to look at him. “I want you to scream for us, sweetheart. If you do, I’ll cum all over you.”

“Jared loves to watch, doll. He always cums so hard after we ruined a whore,” Jeffrey grips your hips, driving balls deep into your dripping cunt. “That’s a whore’s cunt.” He exclaims feeling you clench tightly around him.

You moan loudly as he spreads your walls out. The sudden and hard penetration makes you whine. “Relax, whore. We will loosen your holes,” Jeffrey laughs devilishly as you helplessly struggle against the restraints holding you bound to the breeding bench. “What’s your color?”

“I-green,” you breathe out. Jeffrey took you by surprise, but damn his cock feels so good inside of your cunt. “Please fuck me.”

Jeffrey doesn’t need to hear more. He starts to pound into you, filling the room with the sound of flash clapping against flesh. “Fuck, she’s tight and warm. A dream.”

“You better take a deep breath,” Jensen grins darkly. “I’ll fill that throat now, sweetheart. Open up and welcome my dick in your mouth.”

“How can I?” You squeak with every deep thrust. “Please…I…”

“Blink twice to make me slow down, and thrice to make me stop,” Jensen runs his hand over your head. “Be good and open up. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Fuck, Jeff,” you groan loudly as he grips your hips tighter. He slams his hips into your ass, having the time of his life. Jeff hammers into you, causing you to shamelessly moan.

“Hurry up, Jensen. I want to cream this cunt. Stop talking and shove your cock down her throat.” Jeffrey angrily grunts.

“Shut up, old man,” Jensen grips your chin. He runs his thumb over your lips, smirking cockily. “Open up for me. Let’s show them how good you can suck cock.”

Jensen unzips his pants, exposing his throbbing length to you. He’s as perfect as you imagined, and you lick your lips. “Open up for Jensen!” Jared taunts. “Now!”

You part your lips, and stick your tongue out, moaning loudly as Jensen pushes the tip of his cock in. “I want you to suck me like the whore you are.”

As you start bobbing your head, Jensen gently pats your head. “Good girl, taking our cocks. I love watching you suck cock.”

Jensen smirks as you struggle to take him deeper down your throat. He nods, encouraging you to keep on going while Jeff’s thrusts become frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in her. YES!”

“Hold onto her cunt! I want to see her cunt filled with Jeff’s cum,” Jensen starts moving his hips. He cups the back of your head to control your movement. “Fuck, use your tongue, sweetheart.”

“Shit, you should see her cunt all spread out by Jeff’s cock,” Jared groans. He zooms in to record your spread-out pussy getting stuffed with Jeff’s length. “Fuck…yes…ruin her cunt.”

“I’m gonna…shit…yes…” Jeff shoots his load into your abused cunt. He immediately pulls out and steps away to let Jared film your still pulsing pussy. “Shit, that’s a sight for sore eyes.”

Jeff switches places with Jared. He grabs the camera to film Jensen using your mouth.

“Harder, make her jaw hurt.”

“Shut up. I need to watch her eyes,” Jensen struggles to hold back. All he wants is to ruin your throat, and cum in your mouth. 

You blend the others out and focus on bobbing your head up and down Jensen’s cock. He twitches in your mouth, and you smirk around him. Men are so easy. If you want to hold power over them, give them a cunt to fuck and they are putty in your hands.

Spit and pre-cum run down your chin, tainting your skin as you choke around Jensen.

“SHIT!” Jensen growls loudly. He presses your head into his crotch, holding you there as he shoots his cum down your throat. “She’s perfect. Fuck…”

“My turn,” Jared grips his cock, thumb brushing over the head. “I can’t decide if I want to stretch her ass out or her pussy.”

“Breed that cunt,” Jeff orders. “Come on, boy. Be a man and fuck her cunt. We can share her ass later.”

“Fuck, yes.”

You feel another cock push inside your quivering cunt. Jared doesn’t waste time. Watching you get fucked was nice, but he wants to conquer your holes too.

Jeff and Jensen cheer Jared on, joining the sound of Jared’s flesh slapping against yours. Unlike Jeff, the younger man doesn’t hold back. He thrusts in and out of your already dripping cunt, making you gasp with every powerful thrust.

Jared is on the edge. He’s so close to cumming that he rams into you without restraint. You whimper but don’t tell him to stop. “Would you look at this perfect slut taking Jared’s cock. I knew she was the one.”

“Fuck, she’s going to cum,” Jared grunts as he spills into you. “So…fucking…good…”

“Do you think she learned her lesson?” Jensen watches you sleep soundly on the soft bed. “What now? She wanted us to get fired more than once.”

“Well, if we cannot be the star of the renewed Supernatural season, she will be the newest porn star on social media. I bet everyone wants to see her holes all stretched out…” Jeffrey grins darkly. “If she’s a good girl, she can be our whore by night.”

#jensen ackles #jared padalecki #jeffrey dean morgan #rpf #smut #moresome #spn #Taped on video - Kinktober 30 #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #supernatural rpf #tw: daddy kink #tw: dubcon

[impalaimagining]

How about something with Jensen teasing you during a panel and you know you’re in for it that night after SNS? 😏

Jensen Ackles x Reader

672 words

Warnings: implied smut

He’s been throwing glances your way all morning, and the mid-afternoon main panel is no different. Sitting front row has never felt more like you’re in the spotlight. Ever since your photo op, you’ve been the target of his affectionate teasing.

The shirt you were wearing had holes in it, and Jensen wrapped his arm around you a little too closely during your first photo op. You stepped away and his finger ended up inside your shirt, running along your ribcage.

“Oh!” Jensen tried to pull his hand back, but just ended up getting more tangled in the frayed fabric, the sound of cloth ripping echoing through the air as the song playing on the speaker came to an end. “Shit…” He muttered. “Uh, come over here.”

Jensen pulled you to the side of the photo op room, only after he literally tore your shirt half off ina  room full of people.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, looking at the floor. “Should’ve picked a different shirt.”  Jensen chuckled. 

“You mean you don’t like me undressing you in public?” He smirked.

Son of a bitch.

“Uh, um… I…” You stammered, making Jensen’s grin grow and a low laugh fell from his lips.

“You’re fine, darlin’. I’m sorry I ruined your shirt. Give Clif your name and room number and I’ll have another one sent to your room.” Jensen squeezed your shoulder. “Or… wait.” He held up his finger to the handler across the room, who rolled her eyes and huffed visibly. Jensen led you to the merch table in the middle of the vendors’ room. “Hi.” He smiled at the woman behind the table, piled high with t-shirts. “She’s gonna pick a shirt,” Jensen looked down at you, where you were still tucked into his side, his arm around your shoulders, “and whatever else she wants, and it’ll be on my tab. Call me over after this round of photo ops and I’ll pay for it.”

“Jensen, you-” you started, eyes wide in shock, but Jensen cut you off.

“Ah.” He closed his eyes. “I don’t wanna hear it. I fucked up your shirt, I’m gonna buy you a new one.” 

“Y- you don’t have to do that.” You tried again, but Jensen just raised his brows. “Fine.” You sighed. “Since you’re buying it, why don’t you choose it?” Jensen smiled and nodded, eyes glancing over the endless sea of t-shirts laid out in front of him.

“That one.” He said definitively, almost proudly.

His - well, Dean’s - face made up the entire front of the shirt, and the name “Dean” sprawled down one side while “Winchester” snaked down the other. 

“And a coffee mug, and a pint glass.” Jensen added, and you looked up at him with furrowed brows. “For when I take you out for a drink and then coffee the next morning.” He whispered with a quick wink. Your heart pounded in your chest as the woman handed you the bag of merchandise. Jensen squeezed your shoulder again, apologizing one more time before you went separate ways. 

Jensen’s eyes scan the crowd and find you almost immediately. A grin spreads across his lips when he sees you’ve changed into the Dean Winchester shirt. He continues to let his gaze land and linger on you as he answers questions, regardless of whether not they pertain to anything about you. Then there’s a question about coffee.

Instantly, Jensen’s stare is fully on you. He mentions the way he drinks his coffee, and then he says something that makes your heart leap.

“If I’m lucky, I get to share my morning coffee with someone. If I’m even luckier, my morning coffee gets cold sitting on the counter while me and someone get back in bed.”

The wink Jensen sends in your direction is enough to send someone straight to the hospital, but lucky for you, it just sends you to Jensen’s hotel room. The next morning, his coffee never even makes it into the mug; the two of you stay tangled in the sheets.

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[kirathehyrulian]

♥Help Milana Auction Winner for Art Offer #1♥ (placeholder): 🐟Ocean Fishing🐟

*Do not Repost, Alter, or Use without permission of @wetsammywinchester.*

This work was inspired from @wetsammywinchester 's J2 fic Enthrall (For better viewing on desktop, click the image, then right click the enlarged image, and then click "open image in new tab".)

For more stuff from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr or my AO3.

👇( wip screenshots and notes below the cut) 👇

For more detailed notes: [AO3 link]

Art Notes:

In early Oct 2019, a section of the creator community held/organized a fandom charity auction to help out a fellow creator who had fallen on hard times (for more info on the past auction click here). I offered three commissions towards the auction. Paula was gracious enough to bid for and win my 1st offer for $30.

The details of that offer was: One title card and one illustration for a fic.

Because life events and burnout got in the way we didn't finish talking out all the particulars, but I just decided to go ahead and make two illustrations for now, and if the particulars ever get fleshed out in the future, I'll do the official title card and illustration that more closely fits the story of the scene and overall feel that Paula would like to be depicted from the fic.

So these works are more a placeholder. I made these because it's always been in the back of my mind for 5 years now to complete the offer because that was 30 dollars donated with nothing given from my side to show for it. So at least now it has something to show for it even if it's not the official work that was supposed to be done.

WIP Screenshots:

This was the first sketch idea that I abandoned because I felt like I didn't know how to actually make it and Jared's face would be mostly hidden, which was not a good thing in my book. I succeed more with Jared's face than I do with Jensen. So I had no confidence going in for this idea:

I ended up settling for a sketch of mer!Jared in the water and then I later thought that just doing Jared wasn't fair so I made another canvas for a Jensen fisherman companion piece to the mer!Jared one. Also, I tried to make Jared look 14-ish because I was told Jensen was around 18 in the fic, but up to the view if the attempt translated well. And this is the wip of both of those:

The mer!Jared illustration obviously was more intricate so that process took longer and had more wip screenshots than the Jensen one. I admittedly was getting burnout when working on Jensen's so I took some shortcuts with the t-shirt decal and the bags and containers surrounding Jensen. I just found some images on google and traced them instead of eyeballing it which saved me time and effort that would have made the burnout worse to the point that I might have finishing this work a lot later than now. So I'm not upset or ashamed about doing it for that reason.

I started this project around Feb 8th this year and finished it all March 14th (today). And that's it for now. Thank you for getting this far and-

Enjoy, if you can!♥♥♥

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[hunterscabin]

Safe With Us

Summary: The reader is an actress on Supernatural. When a routine fight scene causes you to panic and run off set, Jared and Jensen comfort you. In doing so, they learn about the abuse you’ve been suffering at the hands of your boyfriend, Nicholas.

Pairings: Jared x Reader; Jensen x Reader; OC Nicholas

Warnings: Mentions of physical and sexual abuse; feelings of helplessness; language 

Word Count: 2.2k 

Author’s Note: If your or someone you know is suffering from domestic abuse, The National Domestic Hotline can help. You can find more information and resources on their website athttp://www.thehotline.org/. If you are afraid your internet usage is being monitored, you can reach someone from The National Domestic Hotline by phone at 1-800-799-7233 or TTY 1-800-787-3224. Click HERE for domestic violence resources for those living outside the United States.

Sufferers of sexual assault can seek help through RAINN, the nation’s largest anti-sexual violence organization. They can be reached via a live chat on their website, https://www.rainn.org/, or by phone at 1-800-656-4673. Click HERE for sexual assault resources for those living outside the United States.

Suddenly, Jared brought his arm above his head, his palm open flat ready to strike you. You immediately cowered, turning in on yourself and away from him.

“Hold!” Rich called from behind the camera. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

“Sorry. Reflex.” you called out, still hunched over trying to collect yourself. It took a moment, but you were finally able to stand upright.

“I don’t remember rehearsing a slap,” you remarked, more to yourself than to the surrounding crew.

“We didn’t rehearse an actual hit because he won’t be following through. Sam is simply threatening your character.” the stunt coordinator explained.

You nodded slowly in understanding. You were still rattled, but you figured it best to just continue with the scene. Filming was almost finished, and it was only a matter of time before you could go back to your trailer and decompress.

“Sorry,” you repeated to Rich, your eyebrows furrowed in apology.  

“No worries,” he reassured. “We’re still rolling. Everyone back to one.”

You made your way to your mark where Jared was already repositioned.

“You all right?” he asked, noticing your lingering anxiety.

“I’m fine,�� you lied with a forced smile.

The crew settled and Rich called out, “Action!”

You and Jared began the fight sequence. You expertly maneuvered through the first few steps, deflecting a body check and pinning Jared against the doorframe. It wasn’t until his hand unfurled from your grip and reached over his head that you froze. Panic swept through you, and the whole room started spinning.

“Get it together, Y/N,” you thought as you closed your eyes and attempted to steady your breathing. You were trying to calm your shaking hands when Rich slid out of his chair and approached you.

“What’s going on, Y/N/N?” His voice was quiet and concerned.

“I think I just need a minute.” Your eyes remained fixed on the floor. Jared and Rich exchange a worried look.  

“I can do you one better than a minute.” Rich turned to the crew and yelled, “Seems like a good time to break for lunch. Everyone back in an hour!”

“Thank you,” you muttered, expertly dodging the comforting hand Rich was extending toward your shoulder. Before he could say anything, you were nearly running off set. Rich caught Jared’s gaze and nodded after you in silent suggestion that he should follow to make sure you were okay. Jared understood and was right behind you as you burst through the soundstage doors.  

“Y/N. Talk to me!” Jared urged as he chased after you.

“Jared, please. I just need a minute.” You didn’t even turn around to acknowledge him. You were too focused on the nervous energy coursing through your entire body. You picked up speed as your trailer came into view, but your quickened pace was no match for Jared’s long legs. He was somehow at your door before you, blocking the entrance.

“Jare,” you exhaled. Your tone was urgent and laced with a profound sense of fear and defeat.

He knew immediately that whatever was going on was serious, so he proceeded carefully. You were extremely independent, and he knew that you didn’t easily accept help or comfort.

“We don’t need to talk,” he compromised, “I just don’t want you to be alone right now.”

Knowing he would never relent, you conceded with a sigh and nodded your head for him to open the door. Once you were both inside, Jared moved to sit on the couch, never taking his eyes off you. As he watched you flit about your trailer, he tried to determine what was bothering you. You hadn’t been yourself for several weeks. It was a regular topic of conversation between him and Jensen. Honestly, the majority of the cast and crew had sensed that something was off, but no one had confronted you. Despite your positive and outgoing nature, you were never very open with your feelings. You were one of the strongest women many of them knew, but your resiliency was built upon a near refusal to let others in. You had grown up in a family not unlike the Winchesters and had been taught from a young age that any sign of weakness was unacceptable.

“Can I get you something to drink?” you asked, filling up your teakettle.

“Coffee would be good,” he replied, acknowledging that you were trying to keep busy. You pulled a pod of his favorite brew from your cabinet and placed it in your coffee maker.

“Milk and sugar?”

“Just milk, please,” he answered, getting up to join you in your kitchenette.

“Oat milk okay?” you asked, surveying the limited contents of your refrigerator.

Before Jared was able to reply, you grabbed the carton and turned around, not realizing that he was now right behind you. Your face collided with his chest and the milk immediately slipped from your hand. You both made an attempt to catch the falling carton, but it hit the floor with a thud. The cap came flying off and milk spouted up, showering you both.

After a moment of surprise, you looked up to see Jared smiling. You let out a small laugh.  

“Sorry about that,” you said, reaching for a nearby hand towel. 

“No use crying over spilled milk,” Jared quipped and you both chuckled. You handed Jared the towel, and he began wiping his face and shirt.

Your outfit fared worse in the whole debacle, and you absentmindedly removed your nearly soaking flannel. You froze the second your top layer hit the floor. Distracted by the universe’s small gift of comedic relief, you had completely forgotten that underneath, you were only wearing a tank top. You quickly reached for a sweater draped on the chair beside you and scrambled into the long sleeves, but it was too late. 

“Y/N,” Jared gasped, barely above a whisper. He slowly moved toward you and placed a gentle hand on your arm. He grimaced when you instinctively flinched at his touch. You turned to face him, using every fiber of your being to maintain a stoic face.

“What happened?” Your nervous hands had been unable to zip your sweater, and Jared gingerly pulled one of the open lapels away from your shoulder exposing a large bruise. “Oh, Y/N/N,” he whispered. You remained still as he moved your sleeve down a bit more. “Did Nicholas do this?”

“Yes.” You were both taken aback by your quick and straightforward answer.

“Some of these bruises look old, Y/N/N.”

“It’s been going on for a while.” There was no use in continuing to cover up the truth.

“Honey,” he breathed, still taking in the green and purple hues covering your exposed arm.  

“Jare, I’m…” you were interrupted as your trailer door swung open.

“Hey, Y/N/N, Rich told me what happened, and I…” Jensen stopped cold when he saw you. You immediately pulled away from Jared and shrugged your sweater back onto your shoulder, zipping it up to your neck and wrapping your arms around your stomach.

“Y/N.” Jensen’s voice was worried but stern. It didn’t take him long to piece everything together. “Nicholas.” he seethed through clenched teeth. The anger of his realization propelled him forward, and just as quickly as he’d barged in, Jensen was gone.  

You gazed up at Jared, and after an unspoken exchange, he turned to go after his friend.

“Jensen.” Jared called as he barreled down the steps of your trailer. “Jay. Stop.”

Jensen spun around. His face was knotted with rage. “I’m gonna kill him, Jare. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

Several crew members stopped briefly at the commotion, but Jared waved them off with a tight smile.

“Slow down.” Jared reasoned. He grabbed Jensen by the shoulders. “I know how badly you want to hurt him. Hell, if he were here, I’d kill him myself, but it’s not going to help anything. What Y/N/N needs right now is for us to be there for her.”

Jensen saw the pleading in Jared’s eyes and took a deep breath to center himself.

“You know she’ll never admit it, but she needs us, Jay.”

“You’re right.” Jensen conceded after a moment, and Jared patted his shoulder in reassurance.

You heard the door push open and were immediately overcome with guilt when you saw the boys’ expressions. Jensen had tried to collect himself as he and Jared walked back to your trailer, but he was still visibly worked up. Jared’s eyes were sunken with pity. It was painful to see the hurt they felt for you; you never wanted to put your suffering onto someone else.  

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, “This is why I didn’t tell either of you. I knew you’d be upset, and I just couldn’t bear...” your confession was interrupted as Jensen pulled you into his strong arms.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N/N.” he assured you.

“I’m still sorry.” you admitted, your words muffled in his shirt. His heart sank at your misplaced guilt, and he tightened his hold on you, one arm wrapping further around your waist while his other hand cradled your head.

“I know, sweetheart,” Jensen soothed “I know.” He kissed your forehead before resting his cheek against your temple. He continued to hold you while the three of you stood in apprehensive silence. In the comfort of his embrace, the hesitation and doubt you had in telling the boys about the abuse began to fade, but in its place, a terrifying vulnerability crept in. You had always been able to take care of yourself, but you were starting to understand that your current circumstances were beyond your control. You needed help, and the realization left you feeling exposed and dismayed. Jensen recognized the shift as your entire body tensed, and he guided you to the couch. He took a seat next to you, and Jared pulled up a chair directly in front of you.

“Y/N/N, we knew something was wrong.” Jared confessed, drawing a hand down his face. “We just didn’t want to press the issue. You’re so private, so…” he trailed off, struggling to find the right phrasing.

You knew he’d be too kind to bring up your faults at a time like this, so you offered some assistance, “Closed off? Stubborn?”

“Something like that.” he said with a humorless laugh.

“It’s clear that you’ve been going through something, Y/N/N, but we had no idea.” Jensen enveloped your hand in both of his. “I would have never guessed that he would be capable of hurting you like this.” He let out a deep sigh. Jared and Jensen remained quiet giving you the space to open up if you were ready. Their patience was rewarded when you broke the silence.

“I thought I could handle this on my own.” you began, your voice starting to break. You had been strong up until this point, but you could feel your defenses falling in the presence of their comfort.

Jared grabbed the seat underneath him and pulled it closer to you. He placed both hands on your neck, his thumbs wiping the silent tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. He leaned further in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Still holding your face he pulled away to look at you. He could see how scared and hopeless you felt, and it broke his heart. “Y/N/N, darlin’, you do not have to do this alone,” his voice was quiet but firm, “We’re gonna get you away from him.”

Jensen took the hand on top of yours and moved it to your back, rubbing comforting circles. With his other hand still holding yours, he gently squeezed your grip. He leaned toward you and pressed a long kiss into your temple.

The love and concern you saw in both of their eyes sent you careening over your emotional edge. You let out a loud sob as the abuse you’d kept hidden and suppressed crawled out of the shadows and came for you. You told them everything, recounting the night he first hit you. How he struck you across the face, apologizing profusely after he realized what he’d done. How it happened a second time after he picked a meaningless fight. How he eventually stopped apologizing and started getting better at hitting you in places where no one would see. How he became more and more violent. How he started forcing himself on you when you would no longer agree to sleep with him.  

“Oh, sweetheart.” Jensen couldn’t take it anymore. He hooked an arm under your legs and laid them over his. He pulled your waist into him and held your face to his chest, kissing your forehead as he gently rocked you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N/N.”

Jared moved to sit next to you while you broke down in Jensen’s arms. Sobs racked your body and both men felt their own eyes begin to sting. They allowed you your moment of catharsis, neither of them being able to begin to understand the pain and suffering you’d been through. Once your sobs quieted, Jared took up your hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over your wrists.

“Y/N/N, baby girl, please look at me.” It took several seconds, but after a shaky breath, you found the courage to glance up at him. “You are safe with us,” Jared assured you, “He will never hurt you again. Ever.” An unwavering focus had replaced the sadness in his eyes.

You nodded, squeezing Jared’s hands as you nuzzled into Jensen’s chest. You knew in that moment they would do anything and everything to protect you, and for the first time in months, you felt a wave of peace and relief wash over you.

Masterlist

#jared x reader #jared padalecki x reader #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x reader #spn fanfic #spn rpf #supernatural fanfic #supernatural rpf #hurt/comfort #hurt comfort #tw: abuse #tw: dv

[spnbaby-67]

Under the Montana Skies

Just a little one shot I came up with after I saw this cute set made by @deanwinchesterswitch. She does amazing works and I can't thank you enough for letting me use it for this one shot. I personally love it.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader.

Summary: none needed,

Warnings; Just Beau Himself. (lol)

The air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine as you stood outside Beau Arlen's trailer in the heart of Montana. You and Beau had been friends for years, but lately, something had shifted between you two. The tension in the air was palpable, and tonight, under the starry Montana sky, it was finally time to address it.

Beau, with his rugged charm and flannel shirt, looked at you with those piercing green eyes. "You know, darlin', I've been wantin' to do this for a long time," he said, his voice a low drawl that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, feeling your heart race as the two of you walked hand in hand to a cozy spot he had set up outside his trailer. A blanket was spread out on the ground, with a small campfire crackling nearby. The stars overhead were like a million diamonds scattered across the midnight canvas.

Sitting down together, you couldn't help but steal glances at each other. The fire's warm glow danced across Beau's face, highlighting the rugged features you had come to adore. He reached into a cooler nearby and pulled out a couple of beers, offering one to you. You accepted it with a grateful smile.

As you both sipped your drinks, a comfortable silence settled over you, interrupted only by the sounds of crickets chirping in the distance. You scooted closer to Beau, your shoulders brushing against his. He turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.

"Y'know," he began, "I've been thinkin' 'bout this night for a long time. Montana's always been my special place, and sharin' it with you... well, that's somethin' I've wanted for even longer."

Your heart swelled with emotion as you leaned in, your lips gently pressing against his. The kiss was soft and tender, but it spoke volumes about the depth of your feelings for each other. Beau's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of you and the Montana stars above.

As the night wore on, you and Beau shared stories and dreams by the campfire, the sparks of the fire mirroring the sparks between your hearts. The two of you gazed up at the vast expanse of the night sky, fingers intertwined, and made wishes on shooting stars.

Eventually, the chill of the Montana night crept in, and Beau wrapped you in his flannel shirt, holding you close to his chest for warmth. The stars remained, a silent witness to the love that had blossomed between you two.

Underneath the canopy of twinkling stars, you and Beau Arlen had found something precious—a love that was as vast and timeless as the Montana sky itself.

@deans-baby-momma

@deanwinchesterswitch

@nancymcl

#jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles #reader insert #reader fanfiction #dean winchester #beau arlen #Montana skies #supernatural rpf

[writethelifeyouwant]

Shadows | Masterlist

UPDATE:

Hi everyone! Thank you so much to all who had an interest in this fic, I really appreciate your support! This story idea originally came from the fantastic brain of another writer and I was honoured to be asked to write the idea for them. However as I'm sure you've all noticed I've had to take a step back from writing lately due to my health and work commitments, so I haven't been able to spend as much time and energy on this story as I'd originally hoped.

SO, I'm super excited to say that the original brainstormer - @synmorite - will be taking this story back over and taking it in a new creative direction! There will likely be some similarities in the set up but she'll be taking a different spin on what I and planned and I can't wait to read it!

Make sure you all head on over to her account and give her a follow so you can keep reading some excellent dark smutty Jensen fic 😈 and show Syn all the love!! 💜

[wayward-dreamer]

Ritual

Square/s filled: Marathon sex @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 885

Summary: Jensen and Y/N have a ritual that they always stick to whenever he comes back from a long filming schedule.

Warnings: Swearing, smut: dirty talk, implied oral sex (f receiving) unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex, marathon sex, fluff.

A/N: trying to drabble my way out of a creative block. Happy reading! :)

Y/N really hated it whenever Jensen had to leave for a project. She always understood, and she never held him back because that’s not the person she was. She’d never stop him from doing what he loved most, but she could definitely lament about the fact that he was often gone for months at a time. They would see each other for a weekend every few weeks, whenever he was free or going to a Supernatural convention where she’d meet up with him if she could and wasn’t working herself. It was difficult but they made it work.

Plus their reward whenever he came home at the end of the whole project was the best part.

It didn’t matter how many times their phones rang, chimed with texts, whenever he returned neither of them came up for air until they were both satisfied.

Y/N had been out running errands while Jensen arrived home from his two-and-a-half month long shoot, where they had only seen each other on one weekend and spent a lot of nights having phone sex. As soon as she got his text, she rushed out of the store she was in after paying, and hurried back to the house, being careful on the roads despite her urgency. He had just stepped out of the shower when she dumped the bags by the door and jumped him, stripping him of his towel in one quick pull and pushing him down on their bed.

He turned and placed her on her back, drifting down between her legs as he pulled her flowy skirt off as he went down on his knees. It wasn’t long before his skilled tongue and fingers brought her first orgasm like waves over her body, her hands tight in his hair as his name fell from her lips in breathy moans. As he stood and flipped her over onto all fours, he stroked his shaft before he entered her in one quick shift of his hips, wasting no time in wanting to feel that euphoric bliss he only got with her.

Jensen’s thrusts were hard, long strokes into her clenching walls, his pelvis undulating against the curve of her ass as their pleasured sounds, words of endearing filth and the slapping of skin became the soundtrack to their vigorous love-making. The result of not having seen each other in so long. Her second release came just as quickly as the first, her fists pulling at the sheets underneath her convulsing frame as a shrieking moan escaped her. She felt her wetness flow over his cock, still hard inside her, but that wasn’t good enough for her. She needed to feel him let go; she needed to feel the warmth of his release.

Y/N hissed slightly as she shifted forward, feeling a delicious ache between her legs as he slipped out of her, turning around and placing her hands on his shoulders to push him down on his back before he could even question it. She straddled his hips, taking his length in her hand and pumping him a few times before she notched him to her waiting heat. A long, shuddering whimper left her as she slid down onto him, their eyes locked on each other as he groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

“Fuck,” he husked, staring up at her in awe. “This view never gets old, darlin’.”

She hummed as a smile spread across her face, her hands planted firmly on his chest to use as leverage as she began to move, rocking her hips back and forth. They moved rapidly, chasing not only another burst of ecstasy for herself, but for him too. She could feel how close he was, the tell-tale signs of his grip tightening on her hips and his neck straining, veins pressing against the skin as his gaze darkened while he looked up at her. It was her favorite view of him.

“You gonna cum again for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rasping and deep. “You gonna cum hard, soak my cock, right?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, as she threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut. “Want-want you to c-cum too-”

“Oh, I’m right there with ya, darlin’,” he reassured her, his hips beginning to move up to meet her thrusts. “Gonna cum so hard in your tight, perfect little pussy…”

Y/N felt her core tightening with every sinful word from his plump lips, the dam breaking before she could properly anticipate it, falling over the edge once more as her arousal covered him. It didn’t take him long to go over after her, a drawn out “fuckkk” escaping him as he grunted, ropes of his cum mingling with her wetness as it coated her walls.

Jensen smirked as he closed his eyes, basking in the feeling that washed over him as she rolled off, settling in next to him. They breathed heavily as he opened them, his green orbs meeting hers as they smiled at each other.

“I’m gonna need a couple minutes,” he chuckled, before he carried on, shifting closer to her, his lips hovering over hers. “But there’s no way I’m done with you yet, darlin’.”

She giggled, pecking his lips once, twice. She loved this little ritual of theirs.

“I’m counting on it.”

#spnkinkevents #Jensen x Female!Reader #Jensen x Female!Reader Smut #Jensen x Female!Reader Drabble #Jensen x Female!Reader Fanfiction #Jensen Ackles Smut #Jensen Ackles Drabble #Jensen Ackles Fanfiction #Supernatural RPF #Supernatural Fanfiction

[aomasade]

Art for Morpad Christmas in the Mountains

WinterNatural Challenge 2023

Artpost on AO3 (More pictures)

Summary: Jensen's sister has married the brother of mafia boss Jared, who has had his eye on him since their engagement. Jensen was and is against it. Unfortunately, he is now somehow part of the mafia family and the family celebrates all the parties together. It sometimes happens that Jensen is pushed into a car and taken by helicopter to the secluded estate in the mountains. As the only non-Mafiosi, he feels like a sheep among wolves. And Jared is the biggest wolf of them all, hungrily circling and teasing his prey.

#winternatural2023 #winternatural #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #jared and jensen #j2 #spn rpf #j2 au #j2 fic #fanart #j2 fanfic #digital art #supernatural #supernatural rpf #spn #spn fanart #werewolves #werewolf #christmas #mafia #mafia au #my art

[teamfreewill-imagine]

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Eight

Summary: Paparazzi meet you and Jared exiting the hotel, forcing your hand at announcing your pregnancy Words: 2.8k  Jared x Reader x Gen  Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

IKYW Masterpost

You blinked your eyes open the next morning, a content smile on your face, to find Jared already awake and watching you.

“What’re you doing, weirdo?” you asked, making him laugh softly and sit up.

“You looked so peaceful,” he reasoned, stretching his neck from side to side.

You hummed, smiling up at him.

“Doesn’t sound like me at all,” you joked, and he rolled his eyes as he got out of bed. “Where are you going?”

“Gonna shower,” he told you, unabashedly naked as he found his spare clothes in his bag. “You’re welcome to join.”

“In a minute,” you told him, breaking off into a yawn. “Gotta wake up first.”

“Sure,” he smiled, crawling over to you to kiss you softly before making his way through to the bathroom.

"You're really hot!" you called after him, hearing his laugh over the sound of water hitting tiles. "I'm serious. A great looking guy."

"It's good to know you're with me for the right reasons," he shot back, appearing in the doorway with his hands holding the frame, flexing his arms deliberately to make you grin.

"You're literally the sexiest man I've ever met," you assured him, getting out of bed to find your own clothes for the day.

You'd pulled on a long tee to sleep, but you still felt Jared's eyes tracking your ass as you bent to search through your bag.

"You're not so bad, yourself," he told you, making you laugh again as you backed him into the generous bathroom.

You put your clothes next to his on the counter before running your hands up his chest and over his shoulders.

"I'll remind you of that in a few weeks when I can't fit through a doorway," you jibed.

He shook his head, hands instantly going to your ever-growing bump.

"You're still hot when you're pregnant," he assured you, encouraging you to take your sleep shirt off.

"You've only seen me pregnant with one baby at twenty," you reminded him, pulling your top off and heading for the shower. "Now it's two at twenty-four."

"Yeah, and you're still gonna be sexy as hell," he promised, following you in. "I'm always gonna think you're hot."

"Oh yeah?" you grinned, standing under the warm stream and pulling him towards you.

He nodded, his hands slipping over your waist to the top of your ass.

He ducked his head to kiss you under the water, and you grinned against his lips.

"Prove it."

*****

You left the hotel in thick leggings and a sweater, regretting your disregard for your appearance when you noticed a camera pointed your way.

“Fuck,” you groaned behind your mask, Jared instantly taking your hand and walking you towards the car.

“We’re okay,” he told you, both of your bags over his shoulder as he offered a small wave with his free hand. “Someone obviously tipped off that we’re here.”

You shook your head as you approached the car, keen to get inside as soon as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Jared asked, putting your bags in the back before getting into the front.

You were already strapped in, taking your mask off and sanitising your hands again.

“I look like shit,” you started, pressing on as he rolled his eyes and cleaned his own hands. “Plus, I’m clearly either pregnant or fat, now.”

“You don’t look fat,” he dismissed, starting the car.

“Then I’m obviously pregnant,” you insisted, tugging at your sweater. “This doesn’t exactly hide the babes very well.”

“Is that what we’re calling your boobs, now?” he teased, making you laugh despite yourself.

“Stop, I’m serious,” you told him. “I don’t want this pregnancy to be outed by some stupid pap shots.”

You leaned your head back against the rest, closing your eyes as your hands went to your bump.

“I wanted to announce it my own way, this time,” you mused, “Not have my hand forced. Again.”

Jared sighed, feeling guilty as he knew it was his slip up that had forced your announcement with Dallas.

“You’ve probably got about an hour,” he told you, “Maybe a little less, until a shitty article comes out. You could… you could beat them to it. Make their breaking news a little less breaking.”

You opened your eyes, looking over at his profile as he drove.

“You think that’s a good idea?” you questioned, and he shrugged one shoulder, briefly meeting your eye.

“I understand that it’s important for you to be in control of this,” he explained, his honesty and level of understanding taking you by surprise. “So much of your life has been out of your hands, and being able to announce this in your own way… I get it. Whatever you want to do, I’m in.”

*****

You called Gen on the way home, not wanting to wait until you got back, talking to her on loudspeaker so Jared was still a part of the conversation.

She understood that you wanted to announce it before any pictures were released, supporting your decision to post whatever you wanted.

You kept her on the call as you described what you were doing, finding a picture you’d taken the day you had found out you were pregnant shortly before Thanksgiving and creating an instagram post.

“I’m gonna… I’ll turn comments off,” you told them. “I don’t actually wanna talk about it all until we’re 16 weeks at least, but I need to be the one to say it.”

“Of course,” Gen agreed. “We support you, don’t we, Jare?”

“For sure,” Jared confirmed. “We can post it and forget about it for a few weeks, if that’s what you want.”

“Alright, I’m doin’ it,” you mumbled, making sure that comments were turned off before hitting send.

“Proud of you, baby,” Gen told you, making you laugh softly. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to announce it, but taking back control from dumb paps? That’s our girl.”

“Hell yeah,” Jared agreed, reaching across to take your hand. “You did good.”

“Sure,” you allowed, your phone already blowing up from your post. “Gen, we’re nearly home.”

“Alright, see you soon,” she told you, you and Jared both saying goodbye before you hung up.

“That was a good idea, right?” you asked, looking over at Jared as he continued to drive.

“For sure,” he confirmed without missing a beat. “I would’ve tried to stop you if it wasn’t.”

You smiled to yourself, running your hand over your bump as you watched likes and messages come in.

“It’s gonna be a weird couple weeks.”

*****

*****

You, Jared, and Gen had all contacted your agents when you got home, explaining that despite the announcement, you weren’t yet interested in expanding any more about your pregnancy. Jared had an interview upcoming with Good Morning America coming up - something you’d all forgotten about in the moment - but he had requested as little talk about the news as possible. He was happy to be congratulated, but beyond that you’d agreed to keep the details quiet until the twins had been cooking a little while longer. The only real detail you already had was the fact that they were identical, anyway.

The shots of you and Jared leaving the hotel came out soon after you returned home, with the source calling it your first outing since announcing your pregnancy, despite nothing being announced before said outing. Others commented on the fact that you were without Genevieve, speculating that she might not support the new additions to the family and that your relationship might be on the rocks. As soon as Gen saw one of those theories, however, she made sure to share your post to her story, simply stating that she couldn’t wait to meet them, hopefully dispelling as much as much of those rumours as possible.

*****

You and Gen were entertaining Dallas in the living room while Jared prepared for his interview in the office, the boys still at school for a few more hours.

Your stomach let out a loud gurgle, surprising your daughter from where she was sat at on the floor, Gen sat behind her braiding her hair.

“Sorry, baby,” you apologised, running your hand over your bump.

“S’that twinnies?” Dallas asked, making both you and Genevieve laugh.

“That’s just Mama being hungry,” Gen told her, running her fingers through Dallas’ hair and starting the braid again.

“But it is kinda the twinnies’ fault,” you allowed, getting to your feet. “I’m eatin’ for three.”

“I’m three,” Dallas announced, and Gen abandoned the braid in order to wrap her arms around her, pulling Dallas onto her lap.

“You are,” she laughed, kissing your daughter’s cheek. “You gotta stop growing, okay? You gotta stay this cute forever.”

“M’kay,” she agreed, leaning back into Gen’s embrace.

“Alright, ladies,” you began, getting to your feet, “What do we want for lunch?”

“I don’t mind,” Gen told you, putting her head on Dallas’ shoulder. “What about you, Bambina? Any requests?”

“Mac ‘n’ cheese,” she blurted, smiling up at you sweetly. “Please, Mama.”

Your stomach rumbled again at her words, making you laugh softly.

“Sounds like the twinnies agree,” you joked, Dallas grinning back at you. “I’ll start cookin’.”

“What do you say?” Gen prompted, and Dallas got up, rushing over to hug your legs.

“Tank you, Mommy,” she spoke into your thigh.

“You’re welcome, Dallas,” you smiled as you ruffled her hair, making a mess. “Let Bambi fix that and I’ll go make some macaroni.”

*****

Jared handled the interview as well as you could have hoped.

You knew he was especially conscious not to let anything slip, this time, and you were aware that it was going to be difficult if he was directly asked questions about it.

“They congratulated us,” he told you once it was over, joining you in the kitchen as you prepared your lunch. “Well, me, but us.”

“We kinda knew they would,” you allowed, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I just thanked them and said we’re all excited,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “They moved on to working with Gen and Walker questions pretty quick.”

“Good work, baby,” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Dallas and the twinnies wanted mac and cheese.”

Jared smiled, pulling away from you in order to lean against the counter next to the stove, where you were heating the sauce and boiling the pasta.

“The twins wanted it, huh?” he asked with a knowing grin.

“They did,” you defended. “I wouldn’t usually be hungry this early if it wasn’t for these little guys.”

Jared rolled his lips between his teeth, trying to suppress another smile.

“What?” you asked, and he shook his head slightly as he let out a laugh. 

“I’m just excited,” he admitted, smiling bashfully. “We’re having twins.”

“Yah, two of ‘em,” you confirmed, making him roll his eyes.

You switched the heat off under the pasta, looking up at Jared hopefully.

He took the hint without a word, taking the pot to the sink to drain the macaroni while you stirred the sauce to stop it from sticking. He brought the pot back over, carefully pouring the cooked pasta into the sauce as you continued to stir.

“Look at you, making an actual meal from scratch,” Jared teased, causing you to huff a laugh.

“I’ve been a competent cook for a while now,” you defended, and he nodded.

“I know, you’re great,” he agreed, washing the pasta pot at the sink. “But seeing you cook while pregnant reminded me of last time. When I taught you to make that veggie lasagne.”

“I was absolutely useless back then,” you remembered, and Jared raised a brow.

“In the kitchen, maybe,” he allowed.

You caught the glimmer in his eye, swatting him with the back of your hand.

“Get away, you pervert,” you teased, pulling out a dish to finish the mac in the oven.

“I’m just sayin’, we’re good at what we do,” he grinned. “We’ve made three babies.”

“Go and talk to the first one,” you laughed, pretending to push him away. “I’ll call y’all for lunch in a few.”

“I love you,” he told you over his shoulder as he left.

“Yeah,” you replied, fighting a smile. “I love you too, loser.”

*****

You were all sat in the front room, Jared’s laptop open on the coffee table as the six of you spoke with Gen’s mom on FaceTime when the boys were home from school that afternoon.

She’d called for a general catch up, and the kids were happy to tell her every little detail about what they’d done since their last call together.

Your phone started to vibrate in your pocket, and you instantly apologised as you pulled it out.

“It’s my dad,” you noted, looking at Jared before back at the screen. “Sorry, he never really calls.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Camille told you. “It was lovely to see you.”

“You too,” you agreed, answering the video call from Jensen as you left the room.

“Thought you were gonna leave me to ring out,” he joked, making you roll your eyes fondly.

“We were talking with Gen’s mom,” you informed him, heading up to your bedroom. “What’re you calling for?”

“Wow, rude,” he teased. “Can’t I just call to talk to my daughter? My sweet, sweet child that I love so much? The apple of my eye?”

You laughed despite yourself.

“You’re such a drama queen,” you told him, sitting against your headboard. “Did you actually just call for a chat, or-?”

“Yeah, kinda,” he admitted, laughing softly. “Dee’s entertaining the kids, figured I’d take a break and call you.”

“You getting tired of being their horse?” you asked, having seen the video Danneel posted the day before.

“Honestly, yeah,” he laughed. “I’m getting old.”

“Don’t talk about my dad like that,” you grinned, earning a fond smile.

“If you’ve gotta get back to your call, I don’t wanna keep you,” he told you, and you shook your head.

“It’s okay, the kids are boring Camille to death, I’m pretty sure,” you explained. “So, what do you wanna talk about?”

He hummed, contemplating.

“How about your completely blasé pregnancy announcement?” he offered. “What was all that about?”

You laughed, running the hand that wasn’t holding your phone over your ever-growing bump.

“Me and Jared got papped coming out of a hotel,” you explained, “And I was pretty clearly pregnant, so I figured I should just announce it before there was a chance to make it into some kinda scandal again.”

“Smart,” Jensen agreed, scratching his bearded chin. “What were you and Jared doing at a hotel, anyway?”

“At the hotel?” you clarified, and he nodded. “Sex, mostly. Some sleeping.”

You laughed at the instant look of exasperation on his face; a roll of his eyes together with a soft tut.

“That’s… that’s clearly not what I meant,” he reminded you.

“It was date night,” you explained, taking pity on his evident disappointment with your first answer. “Last weekend was me and Jared, this week is Jared and Gen.”

“So the odd one out stays home with the kids?” Jensen asked, and you nodded.

“Yep,” you confirmed. “Basically realised we don’t spend a lot of one-on-one time with each other. Like, we have three kids. And our usual date nights were all three of us, so we’re changing it up a bit.”

“Makes sense,” he agreed.

“Gonna try and do it weekly until the babies arrive,” you told him.

He nodded, taking in what you were saying.

“What?” you asked, when he didn’t respond for a while. “What are you thinking?”

“You’re happy, right?” he questioned, making you frown slightly.

“About what?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“Everything, I guess,” he sighed. “Your relationship.”

The question took you by surprise, the sincerity in his expression leading you to believe that he thought you might not be.

“I love them,” you assured him. “Jay, I wouldn’t have wanted another baby with them if I didn’t. They’re good to me, they put up with my shit and call me on it when I’m being an idiot.”

“And you’re happy?” he clarified, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah, Dad, I’m happy,” you promised. “You’d be the first to know if I wasn’t.”

“That’s a lie, you’d call Danneel,” he protested, and you nodded in defeat.

“Y’all are a unit, though,” you reasoned. “Calling Danneel is the same as calling you.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe call me a little more,” he shrugged, and realisation hit you that he had been feeling a little left out.

“Is this your way of telling me that you miss me?” you asked, earning a soft laugh.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he allowed. “Call your dad, once in a while.”

You nodded, pulling your legs up under you.

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” you assured him. “Now tell me what’s going on with you.”

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[kittenofdoomage]

Summer Lovin'

Summary: It was supposed to be a romantic getaway to recover from a tumultuous couple of years, except things hadn’t gone to plan. Can Jensen make it up to you?

Pairing: Jensen x female!reader

Word Count: 2831

Warnings: relationship angst, mentions of lockdown/the pandemic, fluff, smut, appreciation of Jensen (especially when wet), some disparaging remarks about his beard (I’m not a fan lmao)

Preview:

Blue sky. Sunshine. White sands on a long private beach, shared only by the few houses scattered along the shoreline. It had been nearly two years since anyone had been allowed to travel and you had been on the verge of going insane inside the same four walls of your house. And then, when you had finally managed to escape the monotony of lockdown in Austin, Jensen was called back for another round of reshoots, leaving you to travel alone to your vacation destination.

He was supposed to be there for two days at most. That had become a week, and you were finding little pleasure in the tropical getaway when you were all on your own, losing interest in every book on your Kindle and scrolling aimlessly through social media while not paying attention to anything around you. By the eighth day, you hadn’t even bothered to get dressed, lounging around the sunlit terrace of the rented beach house, sulking when your messages to Jensen went unread.

You dozed off around eleven am, stretched out on a lounger with your biggest sun hat covering your face.

A hand sliding over your thigh made you jolt awake what felt like moments later, and you came face to face with your husband. He smiled, keeping his hand where it was. “There she is,” he murmured.

“You made it,” you breathed, sitting up a little, smiling back. “I was starting to think you weren’t gonna.”

“Never,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you softly. “I’m sorry I took so long, but I’m all yours now.”

Your smile dampened a little. “For the next six days at least.”

Jensen shook his head. “Try the next two weeks. I scrubbed the calendar and extended our stay. Knew I had to make it up to you.”

“What?” you whispered, eyes widening. “But what about -”

“Ah,” he interrupted, catching your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, ”I already spoke to Lisa, she’s agreed to give you a little more time under the circumstances.” He nudged your leg, prompting you to shift on the lounger so he could slide in beside you. “I promised you two weeks of sun, fun, and me. I’m just holding up my end of the bargain.”

You chuckled lightly, leaning into him. “You sure you’re not compensating for anything?”

“Just my absence,” he bumped his nose against yours, “I swear.”

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[impalaimagining]

Feral

Jensen x Reader

2,333 words

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

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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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