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anundyingfidelity · 2 months

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TRAINING SEASON — Jensen Ackles

Summary: After a tumultuous relationship and a hard break up, you get trapped in between your co-star and a casual one night stand. But there's nothing you regret about.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female reader, actress!reader.

Word count: 1,076.

Warnings: implied sex like the morning-after-sex, nudity, some sexy time but no full smut, friends to lovers, language, idk just wrote this quickly.

Notes: AU where Jensen is obviously single, and reader is like 38 in my head don't asky why I like this number, I still have no idea. And I just love, and I mean, loooveeee getting obsessed with hot men over 40, can you tell?

>> disclaimer: i totally respect the private lifes of the actors and celebrities i use for my fanfictions, and of course their personal relationships. this is only fiction written for fun and nothing more.

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Opening your eyes, you stirred on the soft bed and noticed your sorroundings. This wasn't your hotel room. Your bare body hidden under the blank, messy bed sheets reminded you of yesterday's events. You smiled.

The other side of the bed was warm. His body pressing against yours felt perfect, and you wrapped your hand on his own, which was laying on your waist, like if he didn't want to let go of you. Your mind started remembering his touch on your skin, the way he would kiss every inch of your stomach, the trail of kisses he left all over you, and his love bites around your neck and chest. The burning between your thighs and the soreness let you notice it was as good as you imagined it to be, even before it happened.

"Whatcha thinking?" he asked, raspy and soft voice booming in your ears.

"Mmm... Nothing, just how great you felt last night," you teased, turning your head to see his face directly. Bare skin, disheveled hair, and tired but loving eyes met you. God, he was beautiful. He looked so fucked out in the best way possible one could describe it.

Jensen chuckled and kissed your cheek. Still, he never let go his embrace on you. He looked at you vividly for a long time, scanning every feature of your face, like he wanted to save all of you in just an instant. Your brows furrowed for a moment.

"What?" you whispered.

"We didn't fuck this up, did we?"

A sigh left your lips, your hand ran on his hair softly. You knew what he meant. You had a bad relationship and an even worse break up months before you started working together, and Jensen became a great friend as you tried to overcome it. And it was so hard not to fall for him when it felt like you knew each other for decades. He was someone you could trust your deepest secrets, pain and thoughts. A part of you did not want to cry on his shoulder for days once you got comfortable around him, nor letting him know how terrible you felt at the time. But he never judged you. He just was there, listening and offering a helping hand expecting nothing back.

But your feelings changed in the course. As months went by, an amazing, caring and loving friendship bloomed between both of you. Since the project was a long new TV series, you used to spend a huge amount of time together as your characters appeared to be in a slow building relationship. And now, the premiere was done, but the press tour barely started, so that meant you were not getting away from each other in a good time now.

"No," you finally answered. "Of course no."

"I mean, I know what you been through, and I- I don't wanna ruin anything-"

"Jensen, is fine," you cut him off. His eyes locked on yours, concern washed all over his handsome face. "I am fine with this, are you?"

"Absolutely," he said. "I always was. I mean, I liked you for a long time now," he laughed a little, making you smile. One of his hands now carressing your bare thigh, feeling the heat of your skin.

Jensen leaned down and pecked your lips softly, his lips slowly found its way to your neck, kissing and biting the flesh, exactly how he did last night. He groaned, tasting the saltiness, and you let out a soft moan as he flipped you around. You laid on your back, him on top. His tongue tracing your skin, stopping right before your breats. God, you were getting wet again.

Unlucky for you, your phone started ringing, breaking the moment and Jensen, with a disappointed look on his face, gave you the space to run and answer. By the way you were talking, he figured it was your manager, so he hid behind the covers, admiring you from afar. When you ended the phone call, you walked to him. His eyes kept lusting over your naked figure as you looked for your clothes all over the room. He sadly knew you were postponing until you had enough alone time together.

"I keep forgetting we're still on press tour," you kissed his cheek softly once you put on your underwear and grabbed your clothes to get decent to leave. "I'll be going now, sorry."

"It's fine," Jensen smiled, standing up and putting up some pants. He followed you before you crossed the door. "I'll see you later tonight then, how about dinner?" he casually asked, leaning down. "And then we could probably take care of some other things," he whispered in your ear. You bit your lip, eager to know what he had in mind.

"That'll be amazing, surprise me!"

You gave him a playful wink, and taking your purse you left his room with a wide grin on your face. You were so glad you stopped dating trainees to build a relationship with. Jensen was a self-confident, expert man, and you were more than happy to give it a shot.

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impala-dreamer · 1 month

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The Way My Hand Looks On Your Face

A Short Story

~It's not like Y/N doesn't find her husband incredibly sexy, but something about his new character is doing more for her than any other...~

Jensen x F!Reader; Soldier Boy x F!Reader

3,248 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Role Play, Rough Consensual Sex, Choking, Slapping, Overstimulation, Degradation, Breeding Kink, Dom!Jensen, SexyBastard!SoldierBoy

A/N: This was a commissioned story. I hope you love it!

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Lightbulbs flashed over and over and Y/N wondered how he never got a headache from photo shoots.

She stood off to the side, her tiny frame hidden in the shadows behind the crew. Despite being married to the man, visiting sets like this wasn’t something she did often, and she relished every moment.

It was always fascinating to see just how much effort went into something simple like a photograph, how many hands it took to get Jensen looking as perfect as he always did.

Not that he wasn’t always handsome, always deliciously attractive, but when he was working, it was something else. Every hair was perfectly in place, his beard was meticulously trimmed, his lashes were darker and his lips a little pinker. Even his eyes seemed different, more colorful under the bright lights.

But seeing him that day was something she’d never seen before.

Watching Jensen’s face darken, his demeanor shift from lovable actor man to… this… impossibly sexy yet infuriating anti-hero was doing things to Y/N that she hadn’t anticipated.

Jensen stood against the dark backdrop, his hands clasped at his waist, his chin dipped down. His muscles strained against the tight, dark green fabric of Soldier Boy’s costume.

The flash popped.

Jensen cleared his throat and scowled at the camera.

Y/N gasped, her body tingling with sudden arousal.

Another flash.

He leaned back and flipped the bird.

Her mouth watered.

The camera clicked.

Jensen spread his legs.

Y/N stared at the large bulge in his tights and shivered.

The photographer moved around, repositioning the camera and Jensen looked toward Y/N. He picked her easily out of the shadows and cocked a brow. He could see how much she was enjoying the show, how much her face had flushed and her pretty eyes narrowed, glassy yet focused on him.

He winked and she quickly shied away, caught and embarrassed. Jensen swallowed a grin and got back to work, instantly becoming the villain once more.

He let the character take over, but tucked an idea in the back of his mind for later.

She liked Soldier Boy.

She… really liked Soldier Boy.

The back door creaked open and a tall, dark figure stepped through. A gloved hand closed the door carefully, and heavy boots stepped onto the tiled floor.

The kitchen was dim; the only light coming from the glow of the oven. The large room was warm and the air smelled sweet like vanilla and melted chocolate. A long bank of cabinets and counters was cluttered with bowls and spoons; flour sprinkled the top. Music flowed gently in from another room, but otherwise, the place was quiet.

He moved quickly and quietly like a snake slithering across wet grass. The shadows hid him well.

A small timer shaped like a chicken clicked to zero and a bell rang loud and free.

Tiny footsteps approached and Y/N appeared in the doorway. She flipped on the lights and grabbed an oven mitt from the drawer beside the oven.

The door opened and warm, delicious heat wafted through the room.

“Now those look good,” she said to herself, smiling at the perfect chocolate chip cookies lined up on the tray.

He stepped out of the shadows as she closed the oven door.

“So do you.”

His deep voice burst through the kitchen and struck her ears like a gunshot. She spun around with a gasp, startled and unprepared for what awaited her.

Clad head to toe in forest green and polished brass was Soldier Boy. His jaw was clenched tight and a wild look filled his eyes.

Y/N relaxed. “Jesus, Jen- you nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing?”

A smirk played upon his plump lips. “Don’t act like you’re not happy to see me, Sweet Cheeks. I saw you starin’ at me the other day.”

Something was strange; his slight Texan accent was off- gone, really.

She glared up at him. “Sweet Cheeks?”

He ran his eyes down her body, stripping her with his gaze. “What can I say? I like your rump. Saw it when you bent over just now. Nice and… round.” He motioned with his hands, cupping them in the air. “Wanna take a big bite.”

He snapped his teeth shut quickly and Y/N jumped. He wasn’t usually so… forward.

He took a step closer and she felt the heat flood her system. She countered, taking a step back until she was flush against the counter.

“What are you doing?” she laughed, awkwardly aroused.

“Just watching you. Enjoying you.” He licked his lips. “Ya know, I love seeing a woman where she belongs. Barefoot in the kitchen.” He paused and eyed her middle. “Too bad you’re not pregnant. Then we’d really be cookin’.”

Her pussy fluttered. She squeezed her thighs tight.

“Jensen- I-”

He lunged for her and caught her cheek in his big hand. Bare fingertips swept backward through her soft hair and tugged. Her chin lifted and he bent himself over her; a predator adoring his prey.

“Jen-”

“Name’s Ben,” he corrected roughly. His fingers tightened in her hair and she let out a breathless cry. “Learn it,” he whispered. “You’ll be screaming it soon.”

Her jaw trembled, her insides melted, her voice trickled out in a pathetic whimper.

“I… um…”

With a blink, Jensen was back and his hand fell from her hair. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I should have called first or something. Are you OK?”

Y/N relaxed, her body slumping back against the counter. “Fuck, you are… wow.”

“Baby-” He reached for her, tentative fingers hovering over her cheeks.

She smiled up at him. “I’m fine. You just caught me way… way off guard.”

Guilt painted his face and he turned away, ashamed. “We didn’t discuss it, I know. I just- I saw the way you were staring at me during the shoot and I thought I’d be… I don’t know… I stole the suit for the night.”

Y/N caught his hand, tiny fingers barely able to wrap around each of his.

“Jensen- It’s OK. I… I kinda love it.” She chewed her lip and shrugged when he looked back over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean…” Her hand slid up the spandex covering his big bicep and squeezed. “It’s really hot.”

He raised a brow.

“You,” she corrected, letting her arm travel even higher, “are really hot.”

In an instant, Jensen was gone again, replaced by the cocky, misogynistic, sexy asshole that had broken in through the back door.

He flipped his wrist and caught her arm, pushing her back against the counter again.

“You think so?” He smirked and dragged a hand down her body, slowly surfing each curve like a tidal wave. “Kinda hot yourself.” He stopped and pinched her right nipple through her shirt. “Real hot.”

Y/N moaned desperately as he twisted her nipple.

“And a slut, too, huh? Fuckin’ perfect.”

She arched her back a bit, shoving her tits out for him.

Ben took full advantage and cupped her breasts in his massive hands. He squeezed them hard and tugged at her nipples until she let out a little pained cry.

“What’s the matter, slut?” he asked, towering over her, totally in control. “Little bitches like you need a little pain. It’s good for you. Keeps you obedient and wet.”

Again, she clenched her tights together, but it wasn’t enough to stop the wetness from dripping into her pretty pink panties.

“Obedient?” she questioned in a whisper.

Ben sneered, perfectly white teeth gleaming. His upper lip quivered. “Obedient,” he repeated. “Respectful.” He fisted her hair and yanked until she was almost off of her feet. “Submissive. Like all women should be.”

He let her go and she stumbled across the tiled floor, half playfully, half truly retreating. He was scaring her a bit, but she liked it. Somewhere deep inside, she needed it; wanted him to rip her open.

“You’re crazy,” she said, grabbing the far countertop to steady herself. Her fingers slid through flour and a light dusting floated to the floor like fresh snow.

Boots fell loudly behind her.

“I’m crazy?” he mocked, stalking across the room. “And you’re a mouthy little slut who needs to learn her place.”

Again, a giant hand reached for her, this time wrapping around her throat. He pulled hard and Y/N fell back against his chest, her throat locked against his palm. He was solid and warm and she nearly bounced off of him.

She grabbed his arm, tried to pry him loose.

He squeezed and bent his lips to her ear.

“You think you can get me all worked up and then run off?” He tisked and her knees buckled. “You can’t do that. Can’t give a man blue balls.” His fingers dug in a little deeper. “It’s bad for the reproductive system.”

His free hand tore at her shirt, ripping the thin cotton away.

Y/N’s eyes went wide as she gasped for air.

Ben pawed at her tits, roughly massaging until she could feel his dick press into the small of her back.

“That’s better,” he laughed, rolling his hips against her. Dropping from her chest, he slid his fingers down to her waist, plucked open the button on her jeans.

Anticipation and deprivation swirled in her head and her eyes fluttered, pupils rolled back. She clawed at his suit-covered arm.

He squeezed tighter, wrapped himself fully around her, pressed his hand between her thighs.

She tried to moan, but there was no air to push out, no way to make a sound.

He thumbed her clit, pushed two long fingers into her dripping cunt.

“Damn…” He sucked his teeth, whistled in approval. “Fuckin’ wet as Niagra.”

Y/N shuddered. Pleasure and searing pain raced through her body and the edges of her vision went white.

Ben scooped up her juices and rubbed her clit hard and fast, pushing her without ceremony right to the edge.

The kitchen was blurring, floor and ceiling switching places in her head. She felt her legs give out and she hung in the air against him, held up by his hands and the grip she had on his arm.

“Go ahead and cum, sweet cheeks. Want you nice and ripe for me.”

Y/N’s body went stiff as the orgasm struck and her grip slipped from his arm. Her body went slack and at the very last second, Ben released her from his grasp and oxygen rushed back into her lungs.

Her head was spinning, her limbs tingling. The pleasure intensified as the air flooded through her and woke every cell, every numb muscle. She gasped and thrashed against him, safe but shaking in his arms.

“Such a fucking slut,” he growled, pulling his fingers from her panties. “Getting off with me damned near killing you.”

Y/N floated, lightheaded and drunk on the pleasure.

Ben lifted his fingers to her lips and pressed them inside. “Suck.”

She licked at the tips and moaned at the taste of herself.

“I said, suck.”

He pushed his fingers in deeper and Y/N had no choice but to suck. She swallowed hard as he fucked into her mouth, nearly choking her again.

Her head fell back against his chest, her eyes rolled deep.

“That’s it. Stupid little slut does what she’s told.” Slowly, he retracted his fingers and a line of saliva fell down her chin. “You’re an obedient slut, aren’t you?”

Y/N could do little more than moan and nod her head, so she did.

Her answer wasn’t good enough and Ben roughly flipped her in his arms and grabbed her face, squeezing her mouth between his index finger and thumb.

“I asked you a question,” he sneered.

Her eyes went wide and arousal trickled down her thigh. Her panties were soaked; her legs were weak.

“Answer me.”

Y/N took a breath and nodded again, this time eeking out a soft “yes”.

Again, he wasn’t happy, and Ben yanked her face upward and glared down into her eyes. “Try. Again.”

A hint of a smile prickled her lips as he released her. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Ben grinned. “Better.”

She swayed on the spot when he backed away, shrieked with awe as he shoved his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up onto the flour-covered counter. He shoved her down onto her back and yanked at her jeans, tugging every bit of fabric away.

The marble was old, but his hands were warm, sliding up from her ankles to hips and spreading her wide. Ben knelt down and kissed her pussy, gently at first before diving in like a hungry beast.

Y/N screamed behind tight lips as he sucked hard on her clit. His beard scratched her thighs and swollen lips, his blunt nails scraped across her belly. Once his fingers were back inside, she felt the flood return. She knew she’d be cumming again soon, and she reached a hand down to tug on his long hair. Jensen always loved it when she played with his hair like that.

Ben slapped her hand away. Hard.

She gasped and meant to say something but his tongue fluttered so warm and fast against her clit that she couldn’t remember what words were.

She groaned and rocked her hips into his face.

He sucked harder; jabbed three fingers in deep.

She broke, thrashing on the marble and squeezing her thighs around his head.

“Fuck, this pussy is delicious. I could make a lot of money selling you off.”

His voice made her shudder and the orgasm struck every inch of her, from the tips of her ears to the back of her heels.

“Please…”

Once more, she reached down for him, but Ben reprimanded her. He shoved her hand away and rubbed his nose over her clit. She was aching and raw, her muscles still pulsing on his fingers.

“No more, please… fuck!”

Ben sat back, his face gleaming with her wetness. “You’ll get what I give you and you’ll thank me for it.” He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. “Won’t you?”

She shook her head, begging. His touch was almost too much, but his thrusting hand would not slow.

“Jensen, please-”

He was on his feet in an instant, leaning over her, crushing her into the countertop. He stared down and cocked his head, examining her, daring her.

“What’d you call me?”

She trembled beneath him. “Baby-”

A heavy palm came crashing against her left cheek and Y/N gasped.

“What did I tell you to call me?” he growled, grinding his covered erection against her spread pussy. “What did I tell you you’d be screaming later?”

Her mouth hung open and she blinked up at him, consumed with the feeling of the thick fabric rubbing against her sex.

Another crack against her cheek.

“Well?”

“Ben!” she gasped out. “Ben! Soldier Boy! Ben!”

He smirked. “Good.”

His lips came down swiftly and he licked into her mouth, sucking hard at the air that was left inside her lungs. She turned to jelly, barely able to move to meet his dry thrusts.

Just for fun, he hit her again, this time leaving his hand against her face. She felt the outline of him burn into her skin and he laughed to himself when he pulled his palm away. Her cheek was bright pink, the ghost of each finger clearly defined.

Almost tenderly, he caressed the spot, dragging his thumb across the top. “I love the way my hand looks on your face…”

Y/N was panting, shaking with arousal or pain or renewed orgasmic power, she couldn’t tell which. Whatever it was, it was driving her insane. She whined and reached down to grab his hips, pulling him closer.

“Please fuck me,” she begged in a quick whisper. “Please.”

Ben bared his teeth, tiny fangs peeking out from beneath perfectly ruddy and swollen lips. “You don’t get to decide that, you little bitch.”

Three hard thrusts between her thighs had her screaming and she slapped at his chest, tugged at the golden embroidery.

“Sorry! Sorry! Please! Fuck!”

He grabbed her hair.

“Who decides?” he asked, yanking hard.

“You do!”

His hand relaxed and Ben dipped his chin, looking down at her with a devilish stare.

“Lucky for you, I don’t wanna wait any more.”

He was gone for only a quick moment, stepping back to fumble with the costume and shimmy the leggings down.

“This fucking… thing…”

The fabric clung to his thick thighs and he stumbled forward, fighting with the pants and his dick which was making things very difficult.

Jensen looked up and gave her a little shrug. “Be right with you,” he laughed.

Y/N popped up on her elbows, watching him struggle. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Take your time.”

He managed to get the tights down to his calves before she attacked, unable to wait any longer. She hopped down from the countertop and lunged at him.

The hard tile floor came up to greet them both, but neither seemed to care. Y/N mounted him, fitting her tiny legs around his trim waist and wiggling down onto his cock.

Jensen moaned and bit his lip hard as her ass bounced on the top of his thighs, her cunt swallowing him whole.

“Fuck, baby- oh, fuck…”

She smiled down at him, grabbed his hands and placed them on her tits. “Don’t go soft on me now, Ackles. Where’s that bad boy?”

He took a breath and the cockiness took over, shifting his features like a mask had been fitted into place.

“No fucking way I’m going soft, bitch.”

Ben twisted her right nipple and she bounced faster. He slapped her left breast and she rolled her hips. He grabbed her throat and she shook, entire body trembling as the pleasure crested once again.

“Fuck, Ben- Put a baby in me. Fuck!”

He sucked his teeth and squeezed her neck. “Oh, yeah? You want that? Want me to flood this little cunt with my cum? Knock ya up good?”

She nodded quickly, her jaw slack, her eyes wide.

“Yes!”

Holding her in place, he bucked his hips hard.

“Gonna drown you. Filthy sluts need to be bred-”

There was more he wanted to say, so many more disgusting insults raced through his head, but there wasn’t enough blood there to support them. He dropped his hand to her hips and held on as he came, thrusting slowly up into her dripping pussy.

Y/N trembled; her tight cunt milking him dry.

“Fuck!”

Jensen’s eyes rolled back and his back arched up off of the floor. “Jesus Christ!”

A sweet moment of blissful silence passed over them and their breathing steadied.

“You OK?” he asked, blinking up at his beautiful bride.

Y/N nodded. “Amazing. Damnit, you’re good at that. Too good.”

Jensen blushed and licked his lip. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

With a satisfied sigh, she fell down over him and into a deep kiss.

The suit was ruined, the kitchen was covered in flour, but they were happy and riding the afterglow.

Y/N snuggled into him, nuzzled her face in the crook of his sweaty neck. “Hey, babe?”

He wrapped his arm around her. “Hmm?”

“Can you keep the suit?”

Jensen laughed and kissed her forehead. “I’ll give Eric a call and see what I can do.”

“Perfect…”

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sexyvixen7 · 7 months

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(Source: Comic Con Liverpool)

More photos of Jensen from this past weekend!

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deansraspberrypie · 4 months

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Sexiest Man Alive ❤👑🔥

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deangirlsstuff67 · 1 year

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Birthday Boy

Jensen Ackles x reader

Warnings: Drinking, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (m and f receiving), Squirting, Dirty talk

Summary: Jensen has given up on finding his happily ever after. Now that he's 45 he just doesn't see the point anymore. Jared, Misha, and the SPN cast take him out on the town to celebrate and lift his spirits. That's when he looks eyes with a beautiful woman. After one too many whiskeys they go back to his place, where he learns age is only a number.

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.

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We walk into a bar that Jared and I found when we first came to Vancover for season one. The small, dingy, dive bar is a hidden gem that we have visited many times. Whether it was marriage, divorce, birthdays, or deaths, these four walls hold many memories for the supernatural cast and crew.

The group of us find a couple empty tables and take a seat. A lovely blonde waitress makes her way over for our drink order. Tonight we are celebrating my 45th birthday.

Getting older isnt as bad as your younger self believes. It's like a prize for surviving all the bullshit of your 20s. You no longer care what people think of you. You can go to bed early if you want without being judged. And you make the transition from hot and sexy, to handsome and distinguished.

I can't complain.

The blonde makes her way back with a tray of our drinks. Tonight we have Jared, Misha, Rob, Rich, Kim, Brianna, Mark, and Ruth with us.

She hands me my whiskey double. A sexy, flirty smile lights up her face for the brief moment we lock eyes so I can thank you. I smile politely back at the young lady. Seriously, I could be her dad.

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Three whiskey doubles in, laughs and smiles floating around our table, I got to say this has turned out to be a good night. Jared leans over and speaks directly in my ear so I can hear over the music coming from the speakers, "dont look now but you got a y/h/c who cant keep her eyes away from you."

Great, cue eye roll. Women have been nothing but problematic for me. They either want fame, money, connections, or someone I know. I've given up in that department.

Way too old for that shit.

"It's not going to kill you to have a look man." Jared sighs dramatically at me.

"You never know, it might." But it's too late my interest is peaked. I'm a sucker for a y/h/c. I slowly scan the bar until I lock eyes with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Well shit.

She's younger than me, though I don't know by how much. Casually dressed in blue jeans that hug her curves perfect and a over sized ACDC t-shirt tucked into all the right places. She simple smiles and raises her glass of amber liquor in a silent toast.

I can feel the corners of my lips curve as I toast her back. Then as quickly as the moment settled between us, it was gone and she took her friends arm as they walked out the front doors.

Dammit.

"Man I'm sorry," Misha looks over at me, "she looked interested."

Rich comes to sit on our side of the table, "ĥows the birthday boy doing?"

"Thought he was ging to get lucky tonight, but she left." Jared whisper yells. I can't stop the eye roll, the more he drinks the more of a man child he becomes.

This bit of information intrigues Rich, "you meanthe pretty y/h/c that’s walked back in?" He says with a sly smirk resting on his face.

We all watch as she glides up to the bar to speak with the young man playing bartender tonight. I can't tear my eyes away from her or how her hips sway with every step. She's a work of art. Curves in all the right places, looks like she eats more than salad. I swear she's every man's wet dream come true.

She turns and smirks as she makes her way over to our table with a tray of shot glasses, a knowing look sparkling in her y/e/c eyes. I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment knowing she caught us all gawking at her.

Placing the tray down in front of the four of us, she picks up a shot and tips hers ead back to drain her glass. I watch as she swallows the liquid, swallowing down the dirty thoughts it promotes in my whiskey soaked brain.

"Happy Birthday Beautiful, now drink." She passes over a shot, which I take without hesitation. I drain the glass, the burn of vodka ever present in my throat, before finding my voice.

"How do you..."

She answer before I can finish my thought, "I'm a fan. Don’t worry it's not in a creepy stalker kind of way. I just couldnt pass up the opportunityto buy my favorite actor a shot on his birthday." She shrugs before taking another shot. There's something sexy about a woman who can hold her liquor.

"I'm y/n by the way." She turns to leave, before she can take a step I get out of my seat and wrap her in a hug, pulling her close to my chest.

Beautiful y/e/c irises stare into mine as she searches for the reason behind the embrace. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear I softly smile down at her, "I want you to stay."

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"Shit, I dropped the keys." Y/N is wrapped around my body, pressed against the door to my apartment. Trying to unlock a door while having a beautiful woman kissing down my neck is more than distracting.

After some struggle we fall into my apartment. Guiding her backwards towards my room, hitting walls along the way. We haven't stopped kissing since getting into the cab at the bar.

She's addictive. Her taste. Her smell. I need this woman.

Breaking apart she sauntered to my bed, stripping her clothes along the way. My cock is throbbing in the jeans I'm wearing, begging for me to release it.

She crawls onto my bed positioning herself in a kneeling position. Legs spread wide showing just how dripping wet she is for me. Slowly I remove my clothing, watching as she plays with herself waiting for me. My cock drips with pre cum in anticipation. Knowing just how hot and bothered I made her with limited touching gets me high.

Walking towards the bed, y/n meets me at the edge. I stare down at her as she lowers herself before locking a strip from the base of my cock to the tip. Groaning I throw my head back at the sensation.

After a few minutes of kitten licks, y/n takes me in her mouth the first go. Straight to the base and swallowing around me. My hips jerk, hands rake through her long hair as I hold on. She's blowing my freaking mind, "Darling, I'm not going to last." She swirls her tongue around the head of my shaft, it almost does me in.

"Sweetheart... y/n... you have to stop... please"

She comes off my cock with a loud 'pop', smiling up at me while wiping her mouth.

Fuck that's hot.

Pushing her in the chest I force her to lay on the bed, "my turn," kissing my way down her soft curves to her sweet spot, wet and waiting for me.

Inhaling her sweet scent, making my head spin, "you smell delicious baby girl." Then I dive in like man starved.

Alternating between broad strokes and sucking her clit. I smile I to her center as I watch the bliss out look on her face as she shakes and squirms beneath me. Whatever I was feeling about getting older has been drowned out by her moans and whimpers as I bring to the edge before backing off, over and over again.

Rising above her tasting her on my lips, I learn down taking her mouth with mine, sharing her sweetness. My fingers trail down her body before pludging into her hot, wet center. My pace is fast as I curl my fingers, finding her g spot.

Her body jerks forward as she let's out a beautifully loud moan before I feel her soaking my hand, wrist, and thighs, "fuck darling, did you just squirt?"

Pink colors her cheeks while she looks away from me. "Hey, dont be embarassed. That's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. " I kiss her deeply as I feed my shaft into her quivering walls. What an amazing feeling that is.

Looking down I watch her body struggle to take my girth as I bottom out inside her. Staying still to allow her to adjust before I slowly withdraw to my tip and slowly sink back into her warmth. My room is filled with nothing but moans from her, groans from me, and the wet squelched noise as our bodies become one.

Our rhythm is steady as we use our bodies to bring the other pleasure with each thrust. One, two, three more thrusts and y/n is pushing me out of her before she soaks my thigh and cock in her essence again. It's what tips me over the age as I shove myself back in making her gasp before emptying myself into my own personal heaven.

Sweat covered, limbs shaking, breathe labored, I collapse beside her after pulling out. Wrapping my arms around her I bring her into my chest as we come down from our highs together.

"That was amazing darling."

"Mhm... it was" her sleepy voice whispers into my body.

I hold her as she drifts to sleep in my arms. Happiness washes over me. I don't know her but something about this woman has intertwined deep in my soul. I look down at her kissing her forehead, "I hope this becomes more... "

I close my eyes as sleep takes me.

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Teas & Potions

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In Another Universe - Masterlist

Jensen Ackles x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Friends to lovers, Enemies to lovers

Series sumarry: In a witch hunt that went horribly wrong, the reader goes to another universe, where her life is just an act, (and where the handsome green-eyed hunter she has a crush on doesn't hate her), desperate, she tries to return home, but does she really want to?

Warning: None, I think...

A/N: It's small, I know, I'm sorry about that... I'm still getting used to writing again, writer's block isn't easy. English ins't my fist language, bad English, sorry. There may still be some errors, sorry again.

A/N: If you have an idea and want me to add it to the story, send me a message with your idea and I will be happy to make it happen.😊 Constructive criticism and supportive messages are always welcome, it motivates me to keep writing.

"veni puer, et accipiam te in terram incantationum." – The witch whispered in my ear right after giving me some kind of sweet drink, and the last thing I could see were the desperate boys calling my name before the darkness came looking for me.

"CUT!" – Someone shouted. – "Okay guys, that's it for today, you can go home."

I open my eyes disoriented, my head throbbed and my body hurt, I look around and see the witch's cave, but something seemed strange.

“Y/N, are you okay?” – Sam's voice sounded close to me. I look at him and see that he had a worried look on his face, Dean followed right behind with a worried look on his face, I didn't understand.

"What happened?" – I ask groggily.

"We were recording... I think you fell asleep again while we were filming." It was Dean's turn to speak laughing.

Wait.

Recording?

What?

I get up, still disoriented but I manage to stay upright, I look around and see that the witch's cave was not the same as I remembered, where the bottom of the cave was, it was full of cameras and other things that I don't even know if There's a name for it.

What the fuck is going on?

"Shit." – I whispered to myself, resting my hands on my hips, the boys looked at me strangely.

I know where I was, I remembered when the boys told me about this. I was in an alternate reality where our shitty lives were nothing more than a tv show. I was in another reality.

How is this possible?

What was in that drink?

When I realized I was at home, in her house, strangely I felt safe so to speak, there were no monsters, angels or demons, relief reigned in my chest.

I looked around the house, it was cozy and nothing extravagant, there were photos everywhere, mostly with fake Dean, she also has a cat, who on her collar said her name was Eclipsa, who doesn't look like she knows that I'm not from here, but I'm still affectionately close. As much as I felt good here, I needed to go home, I couldn't stay with her life, it's wrong.

So I take her laptop that was on the table and go to the sofa where I settle down and start researching, the witch had said something to me in Latin before giving me a drink that I assume is a potion and sending me to here.

Eclipsa, snuggles close to me, "looking" curiously at the screen of the notebook I was on.

I don't want to get used to this.

...

Dawn came, and I had slept on the couch, I also hadn't found anything about what that witch meant, but its translation was: "come, little child, and I will take you to the land of enchantment", there was nothing related to it, just music similar to what the witch had said.

What does that mean?

Eclipsa was still snuggled against me, the landline phone next to me kept ringing, sleepy and with my eyes still closed I answered it.

"Who is it?" – My groggy voice made the other person laugh.

"Hey sweetheart, sorry about the late hour, but you forgot your things at home." – Fake Dean's voice sounded from the other side. "I assumed you would be looking all over the house, but I see you weren't bothered to look" – He laughs

"Ah, yes.. hm, I slept." – I said with my eyes still closed. – "Can you bring them here later?"

"Actually, I'm kind of already here..." – My eyes opened quickly. – "We agreed that I would spend a few days here, did you forget?"

"Oh, hmm.. that's right, I totally forgot." I laughed shamefully and got up, taking Eclipsa off me carefully so as not to wake her and quickly walking to the door, where I opened it and saw the fake Dean with a shy smile.

"Hey." – I hugged him awkwardly, and he reciprocated with a side hug.

"You're not my Y/N" – He said as soon as I made room for him to enter. As soon as he spoke, my body stopped and I looked at him, he was already looking at me with his head tilted.

"Who are you?" – He asked again.

Fuck

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Who’s at the door?

ransom x reader [?] and jake jensen x reader

A/N: this is a little teaser for a series i MAY or MAY NOT start writing. let me know if you like it. also this was written on my phone so it could be bad 💔

Warnings: none i guess? it's only the first chapter people it's an intro, maybe Jake being sickeningly adorable 🤷🏾‍♀️

Summary: there’s a handsome stranger at the door.. are we even expecting anyone?

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"Okay, so, were both just sitting on his couch and he's giving me this look right,"

"Uh-huh."

"You know, real 'fuck me eyes', right."

"Yeahh.." Jake continues listening, attentively.

"And then, when he opens his mouth to speak, i expect him to come out wit some killer line that would totally make me swoon," You continued, using your hands to paint the picture of just how high your hopes were.

"Mhm."

"And then he just comes out with, 'uhh, so are you gonna suck my dick, orr?'"

Your hands flatly drop to your sides and Jake almost jumps in shock, the utter disgust prominent on his face.

"HUH?"

"Yeah."

"WHAT?"

"YES!"

"I mean, Jay, who even says that." You sigh, giving a disappointed look. "Just so inappropriate." You added, kind of enjoying his dramatic reaction.

He just puts his head in his hands, trying to process why anyone would ever treat a woman — especially not an angel like you — like that. He just can't even comprehend it. He knows that if you ever let him get that close with you, he couldn't even dream of treating you like that.

First of all, he would start out focusing on you, not himself. Softly kissing you all over face and telling you how beautiful and precious you are to him before making his way down to your-

Ring-ring.

You abruptly rose out of your seat with a deer-in-headlights expression on your face. Jake just looked at you confused and suspicious. Who was that?

"Who's that?" He stood up with you, just watching as you practically sprinted upstairs. "Don't worry about it, JJ." He blushed at the nickname, "Just tell him to wait and I'll be right down!" You called down the stairs.

Jake didn't like this. 'Don't worry about it.' What's that supposed to mean? 'Don't worry about it.'

Fuck that, he thought, making his way to the door and peeking through the peephole. On the other side of the door, he saw a tall, seemingly quite built man sporting a brown cable knit sweater.

He looks like an asshole, Jake thought to himself.

Before Jake had the chance to walk away and start worrying about what you and this man were about to run off and do together, the man noticed there was someone on the other side of the door.

"Y/N? Y/N is that you? Come on baby, just let me in." He started knocking again. Jake shuddered at the pet name before opening the door. "It's cold out here-,"

"Oh." The man commented, bluntly looking Jake up and down before pushing past him and taking a seat at the table.

"Oh." Jake imitated, walking over to the kitchen where he had chosen to sit.

There was an awkward silence as the two men subtly sized eachother up.

"Uh, I'm Jake," he started awkwardly out his hand for him to shake before awkwardly shoving it back into his pocket when the guy just glared at it.

"Ransom."

"Oh, cool, nice to meet you." Jake was trying to be polite.

"Yeah." Ransom scoffed. He wasn't making it easy.

The awkward silence returned, while Jake started trying to think of ways to break the ice. However, his mind became occupied by other things. Like where was Ransom taking you at 5:30 in the evening? Why did you seem so nervous when he knocked on the door? Why did you tell him not to worry? Should he be worried? And why'd he call you baby?

You finally pulled him out of his stressful thoughts by announcing that you were ready to go and making your way down the stairs looking possibly the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

"Whaddaya think?" You did a little twirl as the two men in front of you stared in awe. You wore a maroon satin dress that stopped just below your knees, paired with some peep toe kitten heels that had a silver buckle.

Jake just stared at you star-struck as you slowly made your way to the table. "You look beautiful, sugar." Ransom piped up and Jake wanted to throw up in his mouth. Another pet name? "Thank you, Ransom." you cupped his face gently before turning to Jake who was sporting a rather defeated expression.

"Jayy..." You started, softly, "I'm sorry I forgot to mention that I was going out tonight, it was really short notice.. even I forgot!" You explained, earning an offended scoff from Ransom. "I'll be back before you know it, and i'll tell you every detail." You winked at him before turning back to leave with Ransom. Jake just slouched deeper into his seat at the table.

Does he really wanna know every detail?

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YALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKKK!!!! part 2 is in my drafts babies 💋

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