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Call Interrupted
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Summary: Jensen is on a call that seems to be stressing him out. Y/N has some ideas to help him de-stress.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. Oral (m receiving), unprotected PinV sex, slightly rough sex (it could just be classified as very energetic! 😉), very light spanking, very brief fingering, public sex if you squint.
Pairings: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,358
A/N: So, sometimes my brain is just very unruly. I have a gazillion things I should be writing, requests that I'm so excited to get to, next chapters that I'm happy to continue with, etc. But did I write any of those this evening? No, of course not.
Instead, my stupid brain got caught up in a little conversation I was having with @suckitands33 about her post that I reblogged and added a few more pictures to. The conversation was regarding the picture of Jensen that I included in the title card above. That conversation wouldn't leave my brain, and this is what came out. It's all filth, of course. 😏 Enjoy! 🥰
The beautiful dividers here were created by @plum98
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"I don't know, Shelia, what are the benefits?"
Jensen's voice was frustrated and stressed as you walked into his office and saw he was on a call. He had his AirPods in so it looked a bit like he was talking to himself. But he was obviously talking to his manager, Sheila. Discussing some upcoming projects, no doubt. 
You'd only come in to ask him what he wanted for dinner. But he seemed so stressed - his shoulders were rigid and he was holding his head in his hand - that dinner flew out the window. 
He needed some stress relief right now.
You walked towards his desk and he looked up and gave you a tight smile. You peered around his computer monitor to see if he was on a video call. But the monitor was black, so you were good to go. 
You spun him in his office chair so he was facing you instead of the desk. He gave you a quizzical look, but then you sank to your knees and reached for his zipper and the look became scorching hot. You got his zipper open and were reaching for the button on his jeans when he grabbed your wrist. He pointed a finger at his airpods, obviously telling you he was on a call. But you just shrugged and raised your free hand, putting a finger to your lips.
"Shh..." 
You pulled your wrist free of his slackened grip and unbuttoned him. You reached in and pulled out his heavy, half-hard cock, licking up the underside of it and making him clench his jaw and drop his head against the back of his tall, leather office chair.
You wasted no time in going down on him, bobbing your head up and down, quick and then slow. After a few minutes of alternating speeds, you wrapped your lips tight around the head of his cock, and sucked hard. He sank his teeth deep into his plump bottom lip as he fisted his hand in your hair.
Then you took him all the way in, letting him sink an inch or two down the back of your throat and then swallowing around him. His fist tightened in your hair and he pulled hard, as his other hand clenched into a fist that he pushed against his mouth as he tried desperately not to make a noise.
You came up off of him gasping slightly and slurping up the spit and come that still connected your lips to his cock.
You stood up and quickly shed your t-shirt and leggings. You wore no bra. You turned away from him as you pushed down your panties, bending over when they reached your ankles so you could pull them off, giving him a straight on view of your glistening cunt.
"Fuck." He groaned quietly. 
And then he spoke louder."No, no Sheila. I'm just uh...just thinking...it's good. Keep...keep going. I'm listening."
You giggled as you straightened up and walked over to him and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. You braced your hands on his thick, round shoulders and lined his cock up at your entrance. You nibbled on his lips as you sank down on him. It was almost impossible for both of you not to groan out the pleasure sweeping over your bodies. 
When you were fully seated on him, you began to unbutton his dark blue shirt, pressing your lips against every new inch of skin you revealed. 
When you licked his right nipple into your mouth and bit it gently he bucked his hips and you couldn't hold back anymore. You started raising yourself up and down slowly at first, but the exquisite stretch of his thick cock made you impatient, and you were soon riding him hard and fast.
You pushed your hands under his open shirt and gripped his shoulders again, using them as leverage to slam down on him. 
He squeezed your left breast in his hand and began to flick his tongue back and forth against your nipple. You sank your hand into his hair and moaned loudly. 
You slapped a hand over your mouth, but Jensen was quickly apologizing to Sheila.
"You know, Sheila, sorry," his voice was tight and incredibly strained, "sorry, I've gotta. There's like a weird, something with the call. I'm gonna have to call you back." 
He abruptly ended the call, slamming his hand down on the end button on his phone. He pulled his AirPods out, and you couldn’t help laughing. 
"Sorry, baby! I was trying to keep quiet."
Jensen gave a playful growl and easily pulled you off of him. He stood up and flipped you around, shoving his chair back, and quickly bending you over so you had to press your hands against the desk.
As you looked over your shoulder at him, he pushed his jeans all the way off and yanked his shirt off completely, positioning himself at your entrance. Before he sank into you, however, he brought his hand down with a soft slap to your ass; it was still hard enough to make it jiggle. You gasped and he reached over his body to slap your other cheek.
"Unh!" You grunted and dropped your head down to dangle between your arms where they were braced against the desk. 
Jensen spoke with a rough growl. "That was to punish you for disrupting an important phone call." He slammed himself into you, so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat.
He leaned down and slid his lips against the shell of your ear. "And this," he said moving in and out of you with a silky, languid rhythm, "is to thank you for it."
His thrusts were targeted, slowly sliding his cock along your convulsing walls to perfectly slam against your sweet spot. The pleasure was so thick that it was almost excruciating and you were soon begging him for more.
"Please, Jensen, harder, faster."
"Okay, baby." He placed kisses down your spine. "Hold on tight."
Your hands were flat against his desktop, and you tried to brace yourself there.
But he slammed into you so hard, your arms folded and you had to shove his keyboard and some papers out of the way so you could lay yourself across the desk.
He didn't stop, slamming against you so hard, you knew the fronts of your thighs would be bruised from the hard wooden desk. But you didn’t care, you wanted him to fuck you black and blue.
The coil low in your stomach was tightening and tightening until it finally exploded, making you scream and drag your nails over the desk uselessly, scratching at it without purchase.
Jensen still didn't stop, fucking you through your climax and the next one too, before he finally pushed his hands against your shoulder blades, crushing you into the desk while his hips pistoned forward, jackhammering into you until he let out a shout of ecstasy, shuddering and bucking into you over and over as he spurted hot and thick into your soaked cunt. 
His breath was hot and harsh against the back of your neck, until he finally moved to brace himself against the desk, slowly pulling out of you. He pulled his chair back over to him and sank into it so he could watch his cum slowly drip out of your pussy.
"Fuck." He swore, his voice ragged. He grabbed hold of you and pulled you back into his lap, turning you so you could rest your exhausted head against his shoulder. 
He let out a soft chuckle as he let his hand trail over your body, and up and down your legs. 
"Was this what you came in here for?"
You smiled and shook your head. "Actually, I wanted to know what you want for dinner. But you seemed stressed."
"Hmm." he said softly. "Well, mission accomplished. I'm not stressed anymore."
His smile was wicked as he ran his wandering hand over your pussy, sliding two thick fingers through the sloppy mess of your cunt. 
"And I definitely know what I want to eat."
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pink-sparkly-witch · 4 months
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Take Care of You
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Summary: Y/N is run ragged. Her employer keeps throwing more work at her, and she’s too nice to say no. She’s also been keeping Jensen’s businesses afloat while trying to keep an eye on their families with him away filming. She’s overwhelmed, stressed and hasn’t been sleeping well. When Jensen comes home after finishing his movie, he notices his girl’s not doing great and plans a weekend filled with “her” time.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Bingo Square: Established Relationship for @jacklesversebingo
Warnings: tw: mentions of cancer, tw: mentions of cancer treatments, tw: dementia, domestic fluff, massage, smut, oral sex (f rec), p in v. 
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: This is a very self-indulgent story that I wasn’t sure would ever be shared. This has been my life for the past few years, and when I sat down to write something, this is what word vomited onto the page, and I couldn’t stop it.
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“Honey, I’m home!” Jensen declared as he opened the front door, quickly closing and locking it behind him. The lamp in the hallway was on, your purse and laptop bag were sitting on the sideboard, and by the text you’d sent him two hours ago asking if he wanted anything special for dinner tonight, he knew you were home. Why then, he frowned, was the whole house silent?
Dropping his bag next to the sideboard, Jensen moved further into the quickly darkening house. “Y/N? Babe?” he called out again, still being met with silence. Walking into the living room, he huffed an annoyed breath, shaking his head in disbelief at the state he’d found you.
You were still in your work clothes: pinstripe pencil skirt, black button-up blouse and tan stilettos. Your hair was still in a tight, professional bun, and your glasses were pushed up on your head. From the look of things, you got home, put your bags down and immediately fell asleep on the couch.
That damn job was going to be the death of you. They took and took and took, giving nothing in return. You were eager to learn, take on more responsibility and help everyone around you. They took advantage of that and turned your kindness and willingness to be a team player into an expectation. Not only was it expected, it was now frowned upon if you said no. So you didn’t, and God help you if you told someone else in your team that they had to be the one to stay late because heaven forbid, you did actually have a life outside of the office.
Jensen sighed as he looked over your beautiful face, blemished by dark circles around your eyes that makeup could no longer cover. How long had this been going on? He’d been away filming for a month and, with other commitments, hadn’t been home. He was contractually obliged to attend conventions on two of the weekends. Another was his own doing; he was exhausted and couldn’t be bothered packing and travelling to spend only thirty-six hours at home. So, instead, he promised he’d come home next time and went to play golf with a buddy. The only problem with that plan was that he couldn’t come home that weekend either as you’d caught Covid. The guilt he’d played golf instead of coming home to you still ate at him.
You both knew you didn’t need to work. Jensen made enough to support you and allow you to live comfortably, but you wanted to work; you needed to. And when he was away for work, you got lonely and threw yourself into work. Jensen had tried several times to convince you to travel with him and spend your free time doing what you loved most: writing. He thought he’d made a fool-proof argument for his case, but you outsmarted him with a flaw in his master plan; you had responsibilities to your family. And to his. Someone needed to help care for your elderly grandparents. God, both your parents were now at an age that even they were considered elderly, and you felt it was your responsibility to do all the heavy lifting for the generations that came before you.
So many aspects of your dad’s health deteriorated since he battled stage four prostate cancer a few years ago. The chemotherapy weakened his immune system, and he never fully recovered from its poison. The treatment exacerbated his arthritis, and his joints were now in constant pain. But it was his memory that was now concerning you. He was forgetful during his treatment, which was understandable because it was one of the side effects. That, and his mind probably ran through a million different scenarios about his mortality. It was just that it wasn’t getting better. It was getting worse. He’d told you the same story twice in the hour you’d visited last week, and now there were changes in his behaviour that doubled your worry.
Jensen hadn’t meant to worry you when he’d asked you after Christmas dinner with your family if your dad was doing alright. He’d told Jensen the same story several times while you were there, and he thought he was helping you out by mentioning it. He’d been upset when you admitted you’d been concerned for a while and hadn’t told him. When Jensen asked why you hadn’t talked to him about it, guilt flooded him when you said work was keeping him busy enough and that he didn’t need to be stressing about anything else just now. 
You’d told him back then that you’d been trying to convince your mom to talk to him and seek help, but they were as stubborn as each other. When the woman wouldn’t even stop smoking after having a partial lobectomy because of lung cancer and radiation treatment for throat cancer, you knew you were fighting a losing battle.
A light had been switched on, though, when at your mom’s birthday dinner, there were just too many things that couldn’t be ignored, including your dad calling you his recently deceased sister’s name and acting completely inappropriately for a restaurant. Your five-year-old niece had behaved better than him. Finally, you managed to convince your dad to see a doctor. Eight months and various appointments and tests later, a diagnosis of frontotemporal dementia, one of the rarest kinds of the disease, was confirmed. Two days before your birthday, no less.
As he watched your sleeping form, he knew something had to give before you became ill, and his plans for a weekend filled with couples excursions and dates quickly changed. It was now your weekend. You had a family barbecue up in Dallas that you couldn’t miss on Sunday, but until then, he’d take care of you and everything else that needed doing in the house. He’d force you to relax all weekend if it was the last thing he did. And it started with making your favourite comfort food: mac and cheese.
Jensen lit some candles around the living room to give a dim light rather than switch on the brighter lamps and wake you. Heading to the kitchen, he put a pan of water on the stove to boil before pulling his phone from his pocket and calling his mom.
“Hi, sweetie! How are you?” Donna greeted cheerfully.
“Yeah, I’m good, ma. How’re you doing?” he replied as he opened the cupboard and pulled down the box of fake cheesy goodness.
“We’re fine, son. How’s Y/N?” his mom asked, and he smiled softly at the affection in his mom’s voice. His whole family adored her, welcoming her into their family with arms and hearts wide open, taking her in as one of their own without hesitation.
“Uhm, let’s just say I’m glad I’m home for a few weeks. My girl needs a little looking after,” Jensen chuckled dryly.
“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. I don’t think she’ll ever change. She always puts others before herself. Is there anything we can do to help? You know if you need to miss Sunday, you can. We won’t be upset,” Donna sympathised.
“We’ll be there on Sunday. I think it’ll do her good, you know? Relaxing by the pool and seeing family. But I wanted to ask you something,” he said.
“Anything, son,” she said instantly, and Jensen chuckled at his mom’s worried tone.
“You know that lavender bath stuff from the place in Dallas you got her obsessed with?” Jensen asked, grinning at his mom’s relieved laugh.
“I just sent her some. It arrived the other day. There are bath salts, bath bombs, bubbles, and some candles. And the pillow spray. Oh, and the essential oil! You could give her a little massage!” There was a grin in her voice, and he shook his head with a chuckle.
“Alright, I get it!” Jensen chuckled. “I was going to ask if you could pick some up for us coming up there, but if she’s got some, that’s even better! I just need to know how to use it.”
“Okay, so you want to start with lighting the candles...”
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You could feel something soft and warm caress your cheek, and you start to wake. Your eyes flutter open, taking a minute to focus through the dimly lit room, and finally, find the forest-green eyes of the love of your life, and you smile at him with a contented hum. Jensen smiled softly back as he continued to stroke your cheek gently. “Hey, sleepy head,” he whispered.
“Jay, you’re home!” you grinned, voice husky from sleep. “I missed you, baby.”
“I missed you too, darlin’. It looks like someone came home and crashed out,” Jensen chuckled softly.
“What time is it?” you ask, rubbing at your gritty eyes and yawning. You had to admit that although it wasn’t your intention to indulge in a nap, you did feel much better.
“A little after nine,” Jensen answered and laughed at your gasp.
“Nine!? I’ve been asleep for three hours?” you groaned in annoyance.
Jensen smiled and gently gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Yeah, and by the look of this, you need much more,” he gently runs his fingers under your eyes. “Those dark circles would make a panda claim you as one of their own, and that was before you rubbed at your eyes and messed up your mascara!”
“Oh, God!” you groaned.
“Hey,” Jensen said, “you’re still beautiful, baby,” he smiled. “I made you mac and cheese. Eat. I’ll grab a quick shower to get the plane smell off me, then I’ll run you a bath,” he held his hand out to silence your protests. “And if you’re a good girl and let me take care of you, you can have a massage when you get out,” he grinned boyishly, knowing he had you where he wanted you.
“A massage or a full body massage?” you giggled as you watched him search for the right response.
“I’ll tell you what. Eat, bathe, and pamper yourself in the tub with a glass of wine and a face mask, and after, I’ll give you a normal, completely innocent massage. If, and only if you still want that,” Jensen licked his lips and smirked, “full body massage to help relieve any deep-rooted tension, then darlin’, I am at your service,” he rasped in his ‘Dean’ voice, and you raised an eyebrow at him.
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s been a month. The only way to get rid of that kind of tension is for those talented fingers to work it out of me,” you lowered your voice seductively. “And I think it’s gonna take a few… releases,” you smirked at his darkening eyes, “to get rid of it completely.”
“Fuck!” Jensen groaned, and you grinned mischievously.
“Oh, and if you need to relieve some tension, my hands and mouth are at your service. Although,” you teased further, “I can think of somewhere else that’ll appreciate it a lot more, and I guarantee you won’t regret using it to your advantage,” you winked.
“You’re gonna kill me one of these days, baby girl,” Jensen grumbled as he headed upstairs to shower and prepare your bath.
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You cleared up the mess Jensen had left in the kitchen, rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He’d be mad at you for doing it, but you didn’t care. He was also tired and deserved not to worry about a messy house.
Opening the cupboard, you pulled out two glasses. A crystal tumbler for Jensen’s whiskey and a wine glass for you. Filling the ice bucket, you pulled one of his good bottles of Scotch from the cabinet, put it in the bucket, added a bottle of wine, and went upstairs.
The scent of lavender filled the hallway, getting stronger the closer you came to the master bedroom. Smiling, you stopped inside the door and leaned against the wooden frame. You watched with a soft smile as Jensen moved around the room and lit candles. Most were unscented pillar candles, but you noticed the little glass votives on each bedside table and knew they were somewhat responsible for the soothing fragrance permeating the room.
“Found my secret stash, huh?” you spoke, grinning at Jensen’s damp, hedgehog hair and guilty look. “Hey, I’m not mad, baby. Thank you for doing this,” you gestured to the candles and the soft acoustic music playing lowly.
“Anything for m’girl,” Jensen walked over to you and pecked your lips. He took the ice bucket and glasses and placed them on the dresser. “I put your robe over the heated rail so it’ll be nice and cosy when you get out,” he glanced at you with a soft smile, opened the wine bottle and poured you a large glass.
“Thank you,” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. He chuckled and pulled you closer, arms around your shoulders and tucking your head under his chin. You sighed and melted into his body.
“What’s this for?” he asked, kissing your hair.
You shrugged, “I just need a hug.”
Jensen kissed your hair again and pulled away slightly, looking down at you with pure adoration. “Well, you can have all the hugs you want for the next three weeks.”
“Promise?” you grinned into his chest.
Jensen chuckled and pulled you in tighter, “I promise. Now, let’s get you in that tub, huh?”
“Yeah,” you smile. “It smells amazing in there!”
Jensen let go of you, filled the wine glass and handed it to you. “Go on in and enjoy. I’ll be here when you get out,” he kissed your forehead and gently pushed you towards the ensuite bathroom.
You gasped at what Jensen had done in there. It was lit only by candlelight, and the steam billowing from the tub filled with bubbles and the lavender scent surrounding you immediately made you relax.
You sighed as you walked to the double sink and stepped out of your heels, kicking them under it. Grabbing a brush and a hair tie, you pulled your hair free of its constraints and brushed it out. Replacing the tight, professional bun with a much more comfortable, messy one, you opened the drawer, grabbed your face cleanser and began to remove the day’s dirt, grime, and makeup, frowning at the dark circles under your eyes.
Finally, you stripped your clothes off, leaving them in a pile on top of your shoes, intending to put them in the laundry basket later. You looked through the sheet masks you kept in a little basket on the counter, settling on one with chamomile and aloe vera, keeping the relaxed vibe in the bathroom.
Sinking into the tub, you sighed loudly as the hot water encompassed your tired body, enveloping you in a warm hug. You placed the mask over your face, rested your head on the bath pillow, and sighed again, letting the water soothe your body, and the lavender soothe your soul.
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Relaxed, warm and sleepy, you walk into the bedroom with your fluffy robe wrapped around your body.
“There she is!” Jensen smiled when he saw you. You already looked more relaxed, making him feel lighter than when he first saw you.
“Come on, lie down,” Jensen said, placing a towel over the bedding to protect it from oil. You walked towards the bed, untying the robe. Despite seeing you naked thousands of times, Jensen turned his head to give you privacy. Once ready, you crawled up the bed and lay comfortably on your stomach.
“Comfy, baby girl?” Jensen’s voice is quiet, and you feel the bed dip with his weight. You hummed in response and shivered as his warm hand ghosted down your spine. Jensen poured the lavender aromatherapy oil on his hands and rubbed them together, warming the liquid between his palms.
Straddling your thighs, but careful not to put too much weight on them, he rubbed your lower back, sweeping his hands over your skin, covering it with the slick oil. Moving to your shoulders, he tuts and shakes his head.
“Poor baby, all knotted and tight up here,” he murmured as he increased his pressure.
“Hmm,” you moaned. “Feels good, Jay.”
“Yeah?” Jensen asked, working his thumbs into the knots along your shoulder blades.
“Yeah, it’s perfect,” you purred. You hardly ever took time out for self-care, but when you did, it was something you enjoyed, and you wondered why it was something you didn’t make more time for.
Jensen’s hands continued to work out the knots, and he smiled softly with every moan and hum that left you unchecked. Feeling you relax under his touch and sink further into the mattress made him relax, too.
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“How do you feel?” Jensen whispered, not wanting to startle you or ruin your tranquil state as he sat back on the bed.
“I feel good, baby,” your voice was soft – lazy almost, as you turned over to lay on your back, biting your bottom lip when Jensen’s eyes went straight to your naked breasts. “See something you like?” you teased, giggling at his smirk.
“I do,” Jensen’s voice was deep with arousal, “so, can I interest you in a full body massage, or would you like a rain check?” Jensen was always a gentleman; you could see in his eyes (and sweatpants!) that he wanted you, but he knew you were exhausted and would never push you to go further.
“I think,” you smirked, “I want that full body.” It had been a month for both of you, but the excitement on his features made you laugh. “You’d think we never have sex with that look on your face!”
“Can’t a man miss his wife?” Jensen chuckled. “Miss her body because his hand just won’t cut it after a while?” he bit his lip and placed his hands on your chest, rubbing and caressing your breasts and down your torso. He hooked his fingers in the fabric of your simple cotton panties and pulled them down your legs.
Dropping them on the floor, he kneeled between your legs, gently pushing them up before pulling them apart, placing them on either side of his body and opening you up to him.
“Hmm,” he hummed, licking his lips at your glistening folds. “A month is far too long, baby girl. Never going that long without you or this pretty little pussy again,” Jensen murmured and lowered himself to your core, licking a long line up your slit.
You had missed this. Jensen’s tongue was unbelievably talented, never failing to make you come multiple times over hours when he was in the mood. Still, you knew tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights. Tonight, you’d fall apart embarrassingly quickly on his tongue, and then he’d be too desperate to tease you more.
Jensen slid a hand up your body, cupping your breast and grinned into your folds as he felt your body arch further into his touch. Your hand covered his and squeezed, forcing him to grip your breast harder. Taking the hint, he slid his other hand up your chest and began to play with both.
That was all that it took for you to fall over the edge. You grabbed Jensen’s hands from your chest and linked your fingers with his, moaning incoherent curses as your body convulsed through its climax.
“That’s m’girl,” Jensen murmured as he placed one last kiss to your centre before dragging his lips up the rest of your body, nipping and sucking along the way. His warm hands skimmed your body, and he hummed lowly at the softness of your skin, making you putty in his hands.
Jensen’s kisses finally reached your lips, and the combination of his soft lips and your taste on his tongue sent another wave of arousal shooting through your body. Your hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged at it viciously until he got the message and pulled it off. 
His eyes rolled as your nails gently raked over his lower back and around his stomach. You dipped your hand into his sweats, finding his erection and clasping your hand around it. The groan that rumbled from him was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard, making his desperation for you clear as day. He dipped his head and placed his lips to yours once more, the kiss slow and sweet at first, but as you began to pump your hand up and down his length, he pushed his tongue into your mouth and deepened it. 
Jensen’s hand moved from your hip and skimmed up your torso. He gripped your breast and squeezed before trailing his fingers back down and settling between your legs. Running his thumb down your folds, he coated his thumb with your slick before expertly finding your clit and flicking the tiny bud.
“Good girl,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss as your legs automatically opened wider for him.
Jensen focused his lips and tongue on your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth with a contented hum. You moaned loudly as your body arched up, forcing yourself into him further, the movement causing his thumb to press into your clit just a little bit harder and pushing you just a little bit closer to the edge.
Wanting more, you started to grind your hips into him, increasing the pressure of his thumb against the tiny bundle of nerves. “That’s it, baby, take what you need,” Jensen growled as he trailed kisses up your chest, “tonight is all about you.” 
You continued to grind against his hand, tumbling straight into another climax the second his lips attached to your throat. Jensen held you closer, slowing the flick of his thumb and prolonging your high just a little without overstimulating you.
You shivered, suddenly feeling cold, as you returned to yourself and whined when you noticed Jensen standing at the edge of the bed. Chuckling, he pulled his sweatpants off and crawled back up your body.
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose. “Are you ready?” he whispered while rutting himself through your folds, coating himself in your arousal.
“For you, always,” you smiled, but as he pushed his hips forward and entered you, your head fell back, and a low moan tore from your throat. With a growled string of curses, Jensen filled you to the brim and stilled.
“Fuck, Jensen!” you gasped.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, stroking your cheek, his brow furrowed in concern.
“I’m good. I missed this. I missed you,” you whimpered and wrapped your arms around Jensen’s neck, pulling him towards you and pecking at his lips. Slowly, Jensen pulled his hips back and thrust forward slowly and gently.
The lazy way that you made love was everything you needed and more. As you both succumbed to your climaxes, you knew that you’d always be safe in his arms and that he’d always take care of you the way you took care of everyone else.
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janicho88 · 10 months
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When It All Falls Apart Masterlist
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Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.
Series Warnings-This is the angstiest story I have written. Jensen isn't the best person when the story starts out. Medical Drama, car accident in future chapters.
This is still being written, but about 14/15 chapters are done. Major Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for their help with this! 💗
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
TBD
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angelbabyyy99 · 2 months
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Finding Sunshine Part one | Jensen Ackles x OC
Summary: While in her favorite bookstore, Savannah runs into a special someone.
Side note: Hi, my doves🫶🏾🩷. SO UHM, WELCOME TO MY FIRST OFFICIAL JENSEN POST🥳🥳. I’ve been inspired by my Everlasting Love story and since I love the southern belle idea so much, I had to do another version, but this time Jensen, I just felt like he was the right fit for this little mini series. *happy squeals* I’m so excited🤭!! But I hope you enjoy it as well. And again, WELCOME TO FINDING SUNSHINE.
Disclaimer: Jensen Ackles will be single in my fic. No disrespect to his wife, I love her, but remember that this is just fiction. And his kids will be making an appearance in this series, but that will be later on in the parts♥️.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears. Ezra being a possessive creep. Jensen being sweet and protective. (Yes, that will always be a warning). Slow-burnish.
Word count: 3.3K
Paring: Jensen Ackles x OC
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Savannah has always been the Southern Belle of Dallas, Texas, ever since she moved there. She never really drew attention to herself. She was quiet, shy but sweet and kind hearted nonetheless. No matter who you were to her, she was talking to you in this warm, velvety southern accent. Even when she wasn’t looking, minding her own business, Savannah has always managed to capture men or women’s attention of her beauty. Everybody knows that she was the most memorizing woman ever. From the way she spoke, from the way you could hear her laugh from a mile away. The way she greeted people in such a polite manner. Yeah, she was the talk of the whole world. Everyone was in love with her, but again, she paid them no mind.
There was this one man though. She never liked him. His name was Ezra. He was the womanizer of Texas. Always checked out other women while already having a on his arm. Flirting exclusively to the point where it is obnoxious. Did women actually like that? Savannah couldn’t like someone like that. She also caught him staring at her several times before and never liked the looks he sent her way. He was almost looking at her as if she was his. And she will never go for a man like him. So thank God as of right now, she was in her favorite bookstore, browsing through her favorite aisle. Looking for another good book to read.
When she drags her finger on the spines of the books, a warm, friendly voice fills her ear. “I hear that mystery and horror are popular ‘round here, if that’s what you’re looking for, of course.” She spun around, heart almost jumping out of her chest as she placed her hand on her racing heart. The man laughs airily, putting his hands up in surrender.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Savannah sighs softly, calming herself down before speaking. “I..It’s okay. Just didn’t expect anyone behind me. So, you said mystery and horror are popular?” She questioned, changing the subject as her eyes lit up.
He gave her a soft smile with a nod. “C’mon, I’ll show you. I promise you’re safe with me.” He replied, reassuring her as she was hesitant. She looked up at him, clasping her hand in his while nodding.
“Okay. Well, since I’m going with you. You have the right to know my name. I’m Savannah.” The mystery man smiled at her.
“Jensen.”
The pair walked quietly down the aisle, making a beeline towards the Mystery and Horror section and when they reached it, Jensen let go of her hand and she couldn’t help but to feel a little disappointed. She missed the warmth of his hand, holding hers. Savannah quietly followed behind him as he scanned through the books and she saw the corner of his lips curl up, taking a book from the shelf and turning around to come face to face with her.
He clears his throat, “so this here is one of my favorites. It’s about this couple who goes on their honeymoon together after becoming newly wed and they stay at this resort, everything is perfectly normal, seems fine. Until strange things start happening at night. Uh.. the book does get pretty interesting, but if you’re not comfortable-“ but she cuts him off, reaching for his wrist gently.
She gave him a soft smile, taking the book out of his grasp. “I’ll give it a shot, Jensen. Thank you.” He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets, nudging towards the front desk.
“I’ll pay for it. Come on.” But Savannah couldn’t have him do that. “Jensen-“ but he took a hand out, holding it out for her. She huffs out a sigh, curling her lips into a soft smile when she grabs his hand again.
He beams at her. “Thank you for your cooperation, madam.” He replied, with a fake Polish accent, making her let out a hearty laugh. They went to the front desk to see Pamela at the computer. She glared up through her glasses with a warm smile plastered across her face as she stood up, walking towards them.
“Savannah, Jensen, It’s so good to see you two. Back so soon?” She asked Savannah, who gave her a guilty smile.
“You know me so well, Pam. I, uh, actually came to drop off the book I borrowed last week and take this one out.” She replied, digging in her bag to take the romance novel she borrowed and handed it back to Pam, but she stopped her with a laugh. “Honey, keep it. I know, it’s your favorite. It’s your fifth time renting it out.”
Before Savannah could protest, Jensen stepped in, putting the book back in her bag. “She would love that, Pamela. And I’m buying this time.” He said, taking out his wallet while Savannah pouts. She wasn’t used to men or women buying her things.
Pam shot her a face look with a smirk while she just turned pink. And watched the exchange being made. Pamela handed Jensen the book with a stern look. “You better treat my girl well.” Savannah covers her face with her hands, hiding from embarrassment.
But she heard him say, “I will. Don’t worry.”
Savannah peeks through her fingers towards Pam, who just giggled, nudging her head towards the door. “I’ll see you next week, Savvy. And oh, Jensen! Don’t forget to bring the kids by. Miss them around here, old man.” She heard him chuckle in response. “They miss you as well.”
Kids? Was he married?
Savannah follows silencely behind him as he opens the door for them and they walk side by side. “Thank you, Jensen. You didn’t have to.” She says to him, with a small smile on her face.
He shrugs, putting his hands back into his pockets as they continue walking.
“I wanted to. Not everyday that I get to buy a beautiful woman something she is interested in.” Savannah felt her cheeks turn red by his flirting.
“So Savvy?” He asks with a slight hint of teasing in his voice. Savannah sighs heavily in a playful manner.
“S’just a nickname that people call me when they know me well enough.” She explains briefly. He gave her a nod, giving her a flirty smirk. “Do I get to use that nickname, if I asked you out on a date?”
Savannah blinks at his boldness. The men or women who were founded over her, didn't have the slightest guts to ask her out, but Jensen did and she appreciated that. However, before she gives a straight answer. Her ears were filled with that annoying voice. Ezra.
“Excuse me, but she’s mine.” Savannah and Jensen turned around to see him standing there with his arms crossed, acting all high and mighty when he really wasn’t.
“Sorry, pal, I don’t recall her having a wedding ring or some sort on her body. Therefore, she’s not yours. You don’t own her.” Jensen said, standing his ground for her. Ezra gave her a not so welcoming smile. “Oh, but she is. She doesn’t know it yet. Her and I were meant to be.”
Savannah shook her head. “We aren’t meant to be anything. I will never want you. You treat women as if we’re objects. We’re humans. We have feelings too, ya know.” She said firmly, finally standing up for herself.
Ezra was the kind of man who had women eating at the palm of his hand and when he got bored, he would move onto the next lady that came his way. But Savannah wasn’t like that. She never did like attention drawn to her. His attention and attitude wasn’t for her.
He didn’t back down though as he took one step close to her. Jensen gently nudged her behind him. “If you dare, take one step closer to her, so God help me..” He growls, in a low voice.
Ezra sized up Jensen, but he was still short. “What’re you gonna do ‘bout it, Ackles? Huh? If you get into a fight, it’ll hurt your poor little image.” He mocks and smiles in satisfaction when Jensen clenches his jaw because he knew that this asshole was right. His manager would tear him a new one, if he was caught fighting.
“That sweet, tight cunt will be mine. I’ll be the first man to take her virginity.” Jensen shakes his head in disgust, wrapping his arm behind her, slowly backing away from him.
“You’re disgusting, man. Ain’t no way to treat a woman. But you wouldn’t know that, would you? Because you’re too busy thinkin’ with your dick, instead of your head.”
He shrugs. “Think what you want, Ackles. Savannah will be mine.” He snarls out and walks away. Jensen slowly turns around before her arms fling around his neck, shaking violently. He wraps her into a firm but gentle embrace, rubbing her back.
“Sh sh. I promise I won’t let him touch you, okay? I really fuckin promise, pretty girl.” He had whispered in her ear while her head was buried in his neck. Savannah sniffled softly, slowly pulling away and he cups her face in his hands, lifting her face to meet his eyes, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.
“You wanna earn that nickname status?” She asks quietly. His eyebrow quirks but nodded. “Okay. Then, yes. I’ll go out with you, but we won’t get caught, right?”
Jensen gave her a soft smile, shaking his head. “No, we won’t. If you’re more comfortable with the idea, we can go to my house and watch a bunch of rom coms. You’re in control here, sweetheart.” Savannah lets his request roam around her head.
She oddly felt more comfortable with him than anyone else. She feels like she could trust him. He will probably be a gentleman to her. She has her answer.
“O..okay.. I’d like that.” She said with a small smile, making him return it and entwined his fingers with hers.
“This okay?” His voice was low, raspy in her ear. Pleasant shivers went down her spine as she nodded shyly. He smiles at her and the pair walk to his car in silence.
Savannah had a lot on her mind. But she didn’t want to think about that, but when his cologne was hitting her nose. He smelled really good. They got to his car, she choked out a gasp, not believing what she saw. The impala. The very same one Dean was driving.
A laugh echoed through her ears and she snapped out her shock expression, looking towards Jensen, who wore a smug smirk. “I’m guessing you’re a fan of the show.” She nods slowly, dragging her finger across the car with a smile, glaring at Jensen.
“I am.. uh, have been for a while. Which makes me 24. And D..Dean is my favorite and..” She paused mid sentence while he just stood there proudly as she was talking. “Am I talking too much?”
He chuckled. “No. It’s cute that you're a fan of the show. Any other ones you’ve seen with me in it?” Savannah’s face flushed and nodded when Jensen opened the door for her and leaned in close, their lips almost touching.
“You could tell me on the way, if you want. Would like a second pair of eyes to tell me how I did.”
She bites her lip, containing her smile and replies in a hushed tone, “I can do that.”
Her day just got better and she couldn’t be happier.
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“…And then Alec- you, were in that fighting cage, I thought it was really cool. His story was really interesting but sad at the same time, it broke my heart. I just wanted to give him the biggest hug, because I think cockiness is a defense mechanism that we use because we don’t wanna be hurt or have anyone get hurt because of them. And then there’s Beau and Soldier Boy. I really liked Beau because he cared- god, I’m sorry.” Savannah had her hand on her mouth muffling her giggles as Jensen laughed.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. It’s actually amusing to hear what people thought of Dark Angel, Big Sky and The Boys. In my honest opinion, I think they’re underrated and they should watch them more.” She nodded excitedly, slapping her thighs as she sat on his couch with her legs underneath her.
“Yes! Ya know, I always try to get my sister to watch it with me and she just tells me, ‘Vanna, I don’t know how many times I can tell you, but I’m married. I don’t wanna drool over fictional characters who won’t know I exist.’ She mocks her sister’s words, then goes back to her mellow melodic voice.
“I think fictional men are better than real men anyway.”
Jensen just couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face as she said that. “That right, sweetheart? Well, what ‘bout me? Am I better than fictional men?”
“Yes.” She said firmly without hesitation, Jensen quirks his eyebrow for her to explain. So she does. She wets her lips, not missing the reaction from him.
“Y..You’re like every woman's dream guy. Funny, sweet, gentle, genuine, a total gentleman, a goofball who cracks a lot of dad jokes.” She explained making them laugh and Savannah continued. “I dunno, there's a lot about you that everyone loves and that’s enough for them.” She finishes with a whisper and gets a whiff of his scent as he moves in closer but not too close. Offering her his hand and without hesitating she clasps her hand with his, lacing their fingers together.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Would you give me a chance?” He murmurs softly, playing with the rings she had on her fingers. She nods slowly with a smile.
“Course I would. What were you thinking?”
Jensen smirks at her, “wouldn’t be a surprise if I spoiled it now would it, darlin’? Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” He answers and laughs as she pouts.
“I promise that it'll be worth your while, Sav.” Her eyes softened at the new nickname he gave her.
“Sav..I like that. Haven’t heard that one, yet.” He smiled at her and nodded.
“Noted. Now come on, pretty girl. You pick the movie or show. I’m down for anything.”
Savannah chuckles, grabbing the remote from him and says, “careful what you wish for, Ackles. Might nip you in the ass one day.” They shared a laugh and Savannah snuggled up into his side as the movie; Honey, started playing.
In the middle of the movie, she heard Jensen whisper, “Jessica was amazing. In Dark Angel.” She agreed by nodding.
“She really was. Her character Max was so interesting to see and learn about.” She answers as she sees Honey at the club with Chaz, surrounded by dancers.
They continued the movie and Jensen started playing with her hair, which almost made her shut her eyes.
“You want me to drive you back home, honey girl? He asks her quietly. Savannah nods softly as the movie was coming close to an end. Jensen pauses the movie and they get up from the couch, walking toward the door. Savannah fixes her dress along with her glasses, sending Jay a tired grin when he holds the door open for her. He closed the door behind them and headed to the impala. Jensen opens her door and she gets on her side. He closed the door, rounding the car to get in his side. They buckled themselves in as the Impala came to life and Jensen backed out of his driveway onto the road. Lifting his hips up to reach for his phone and hands it to Savannah.
“My passcode is my daughter’s birthday,” he said as he told her the password and his phone unlocked. “Type in your address, darlin’ and I’ll bring you there.” She punched in her address in his gps and gave it back to him, moving back to his side to rest her head on his shoulder.
Jensen wraps his arm around her while leaning down with one hand on the steering wheel. He started to think to himself as he drove down the road.
Savannah made all these feelings stir up in his heart again. Like the first time he met Danneel. It felt just like that. Jensen almost forgot what it felt to like someone. His divorce was so sudden, but it was life. Couples fall out of love all the time. Dee was the most genuine woman he’s met, but when she told him that she has found someone new, it crushed him, he’s been married to her for 14 years and for that to be thrown away? It was heartbreaking.
This time around he was willing to take things slow with Savannah. Hoping and praying that whatever went wrong doesn’t happen to them. Jensen knew that he liked her, regarding them just meeting today, but he knew how he felt.
Jensen follows the GPS, making a right turn on the light and a beautiful two story house with blue roof top and long driveway. He pulled into the walkway and put the Impala in park. He cut off the engine, ending the GPS and shook Savannah’s shoulder gently.
“Hey, honey girl, we’re here.” He whispers and smiles softly when she grumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “I’m sorry for falling asleep on you.” Her voice matches his whisper.
Jensen shook his head, “don’t worry about it, sweetheart. It’s okay. But this is a sweet house.” He jokes as she lets out a small giggle and unclips her seatbelt.
“Thank you. My mom got it for us when we moved here.” She responds, looking at her house. “I’m proud of her.”
Jensen smiled even though she couldn’t see him with her turn but she turned around to face him again.
“Thank you for tonight and getting Ezra away from me.” He nods firmly. “Of course. I never liked him anyway.”
Savannah suddenly leaned in to brush her lips against his scruffy cheek gently, making his breath hitch. She then opened the door and got out, going up to his window that’s rolled down.
“Text me when you’re home safe.” She says to him with a grin. Jensen quirks his eyebrow. “Look in your contacts.” He pulls out his phone again, unlocked it and went to his contacts.
Sav♥️.
He lifts his head up to look at her with a soft smile. “Thanks. I.. I, uh, was gonna ask for it. And I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable-“ He rambled, but Savannah pressed her finger to his lips to stop him from talking.
“It’s okay. You don’t make me uncomfortable. I think that’s why I trusted you so easily and I normally don’t do that. I hope that it was okay that I put my number in.”
Jensen nodded as she removed her finger. “More than okay, honey girl.” He whispers and his eyes flutter as she peck his forehead softly.
“Goodnight, Jay..” She says, walking away from the Impala with a playful smile. He bites his lip, holding back his own smile.
“Goodnight, Sav..” He replies to himself as he watches her walk to her front door. Savannah turned around to wave at him, he waved back and she went into the house closing the door behind her.
Once she was safely inside, Jensen started up the engine, backing out of the driveway going onto the road, heading back towards his house. He had this grin on his face and a warm blush covering his cheeks. He felt butterflies erupt in his stomach as if he was getting to like someone all over again. That’s basically what this was. Getting to know someone. It felt nice.
He just didn’t want to screw this up. Jensen wanted to treat Savannah like she deserves and he knows that he could do that for her.
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Oh, hey🫠❤️! So, uh, welcome again to my first Jensen Ackles series. I’m actually not confident in this AT ALL. But I just hope that it reaches the right audience. So please, be nice♥️.
We met Savannah and Ezra! What do we think about them? I’d love to know!
Outta all the videos I’ve seen of Jensen, I hope that I’ve captured his personality well!
Date night is next! But remember it’s a slow burnish series🫶🏾.
See you on the flip side, babes!
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^^ Enjoy this random gif. I dunno why. I Just don’t.
I love you!
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waynes-multiverse · 1 year
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Drunk and/or high sex? W/ Dean or Jensen 😇🙏🏼
A/N: Picked Jensen for this since I already had a bunch of Dean requests! I imagined New Orleans in summer for this and thought the "love drug" was quite fitting. It was kinda inspired by the story of how Alison Brie started things with Dave Franco, which she told in a recent interview. Thought that was hilarious, so of course I had to use it. Hope you enjoy! 💜
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader
Warnings: +18/NSFW, drinking & drugs (weed & mdma), flangst, smut (thigh riding, p in v)
Word Count: 1.4k (I'm really trying here lol)
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Lavender Haze
There’s a visible haze flowing through the room, a midnight blue veil with particles of shimmering glitter in between that glistens like the night sky outside the French window. It feels surreal, like the fabric of the stars itself is blanketing you, enveloping your entire being as his plump lips touch every inch of your skin, ignite it as he worships your body. The entire universe is suddenly in your room.
The air smells of sweat, a mixture of drinks lingering on your breaths, and the damp summer heat that filters in through the open window despite the cool night air. You can’t remember how you got back to your hotel; too many shots have been downed tonight to care. Did you take a cab? Did you walk the busy streets till you landed back here? All of the above?
All you remember is the laughs, the music, the drinks, and the joint you shared with a friend in a dark alley. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d land here – with him. More drinks flowed, his irresistible smile blinded you, and a few clumsy touches of his hands on places where he had never touched you before kindled your heart and soul. He was a kid playing with matches, too stupid, too innocent to know what he was doing, what dangerous game he started to play, and you were drunk enough to set both your bodies ablaze without wasting a second thought on it.
It was a harmless text from your friend that started this whole mess: Jensen – I think you should hit that tonight. Of course, your blurry mind thought it was a glorious idea. After all, you had wanted this, wanted him for a long time now.
You never thought he’d say yes, but if you were honest with yourself, you were always scared to ask in case he did agree to your insanity, knowing you weren’t good enough, knowing you’d only ruin it, knowing you could never dream this big. Maybe that’s why you posed the most outlandish question you could think of, hoping with certainty he’d deny your request and gently turn you down.
“I have a Molly… Wanna split it and have some fun in my hotel room?”
It wasn’t like him to agree to something like this. Maybe you’ve always been a bad influence on him, but you were still majorly surprised when he didn’t even blink. He just smirked at you and nodded like it was the million-dollar question he’d been waiting for.
And yes, maybe you knew he wanted you just the same, knew he harbored a crush on you for years, knew he craved the same things you craved. It’s been written in the stars since the two of you met and caught each other’s eyes for the very first time. But call it Southern gentlemanliness or whatever, in all these years, he never made a single move – not obvious ones, at least. True to form, he was never pushy, always waiting for your pull. And God, once you handed him that rope, he lassoed you like the coolest cowboy and tied you up good.
When your back hits the door, your lungs are barely able to catch a breath as Jensen is on you the second you enter the hotel room, scared if he gave you any wriggle room, you’d leave, even though you’d never dream of it. His ample lips find yours first, claiming you in a bruising kiss that leaves you speechless. You’ve kissed before, sharing the odd professional movie kisses between your characters on a set with an audience, but this kiss is entirely different.
Real. Raw. Breathtaking.
Then, his sinful lips trail down your jaw, find your throat, and mark your pulse point purple, green, and blue. His addicting hands have been on you nonstop since you each downed that little love drug with a bottle of water. It started with minute touches – his large palm on the small of your back when he guided you out of the bar, his warm hand on your knee in the back of the cab, his fingertips trailing up and down your spine in the elevator, and by the time, you’ve unlocked the door, he was ready to downright bounce on you. He loves touching you, loves to feel your skin ignite like a chemical reaction underneath his fingertips whenever the two connect.
His aura is emerald – soft, lush, and full of hope. Relaxing. Safe.
Yours is lavender – mysterious, sensitive, and full of passion. Inspiring. Chaotic.
With every touch and every kiss, his aura intoxicates yours, infecting every vein in your body until each drop of blood feels fused to his. A haze of green and purple, inseparable by the end. It’s surreal in the best way.
The tips of your fingers tingle whenever they smooth over an inch of cinnamon-freckled skin. He’s hot to the touch, his warmth swaddling you like a snuggly blanket that feels like childhood memories and home. You never want to let go. This feeling should last forever. The strong heartbeat behind his ribs tells you he feels the same.
His knee sneaks between your legs as his hand crawls inside your panties and finds an ocean waiting for him there. His groans reverberate against your skin, your throat, your chest as you needily seek more friction on his thigh, grinding your clothed cunt against the rough denim fabric as his thick thumb strokes your clit.
“God, this is so hot… you’re so hot,” he murmurs against your neck, his free hand pushing parts of your shirt and bra down to grope one breast, pinching the nipple between his fingertips until it hardens. “Wanted this for so long… So, so long…”
“Me too,” you whisper breathlessly, your cloudy brain torn between an orgasm and a love confession.
His attacks on your tit and cunt seize and still, his head slowly rising as he finds your gaze. The look in his eyes is overflowing with surprise, desire, and hope, showing a longing that’s finally sated. The hand on your breast leaves its place and cups your cheek, caressing it with gentle care.
“Yeah?”
A smile twitches on your lips as you nuzzle your nose against his and nod. “Yeah,” you admit your secret. “Of course, it is. All I need is you. I just wanna stay here forever with you.”
Jensen’s lips curl into a smile, one that hides something behind it you can’t decipher. “Good,” he says and entangles you in a kiss so deep it leaves you breathless once more as he sucks the air from your lungs while you start to think that this might be the sweetest death you could’ve ever imagined.
His hands grab your thighs, lift you up until your legs wrap around his waist. His full-grown erection presses against your pussy as you grab and bite and hold onto whatever of him you can get between your hands and mouth. Clothing items drop in haste, not sure who removes what from where, but you’re positive your lips part as he enters you in one thrust until his long, thick cock is fully sheathed by your heat, stretching your walls like no one ever has before. The delicious burn, the pleasurable sting between your thighs is a new feeling you could find yourself growing quite addicted to.
“Shit, ’m sorry…,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck at his eagerness and apologizes for his temporary loss of control, which you find quite flattering as his cock throbs inside of you while his fingers gently caress your head and comb through your hair to soothe the bits of pain you feel. “I love you,” he whispers softly against your lips and claims them in the same breath.
You smile shyly, happiness wrangling with sadness inside your heart. “It’s the drugs,” you tell him and excuse his irrational behavior, having been through this circle a few times before.
However, he shakes his head with all the stubbornness he can gather and cups your cheek, thumb caringly brushing over its rosy apple. “No, it’s you, sweetheart. Promise,” he assures you.
With a thick swallow, you nod and drop a tear on his thumb pad. “Okay… I love you, too,” you accept and cry out as he pushes back inside and never stops again.
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Considering the other drabbles I did up till now and the nature of this request, this turned out oddly romantic and sweet *pats self on back* 🥰
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jensengirl83 · 8 months
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You’ll Accompany Me- Chp 15
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Jensen x reader
Word Count- 1737
Warnings- We’re still on the angst train, language, a tiny bit of fluff if you squint
Y/N sighed as she walked through the front door of Jensen’s house. He had broken her heart and left her in tears on the kitchen floor the last time she was there. Now, she had to stay there for the rest of her pregnancy. It was a better option than staying in the hospital for months, but she honestly wondered just how much better it would be. Could she stay in her ex-boyfriend’s home and not be tortured by the heartbreak she endured? Or could they manage to get along enough for her to have the baby and then move back out? Only time would tell.
She made her way over to the couch to sit down while Jensen, Jared, and Gen brought in what she had asked for from her apartment. Her eyes never left Jensen as he moved around the room, putting down the boxes of her things in the living room to be moved to their designated spot later. It wasn’t a question of if she was still in love with him. Of course, she was. But, he had truly destroyed her when he walked out on her that day, and she didn’t know if that could ever be forgiven. She wouldn’t keep him from being in their child’s life if that’s what he wanted, but she didn’t know if he could ever be a part of hers again. Not in the romantic sense.
“You okay, baby?” Jensen asked her when he noticed her staring off into space.
“I’m fine, Jensen, and I’m not your baby anymore. So, please stop with the pet names,” she murmured, her heart hurting with the use of his term of endearment.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, hanging his head and walking back out the door to his truck.
“Y/N, take it easy on him, okay? He still loves you and feels like shit about what he did,” Jared stated, making her a little angry.
“Really? And this isn’t hard on me? He doesn’t have to come back to the house that I left him in with his heart shattered on the floor. He did that to me! I get that he feels bad, but this isn’t a picnic for me, either,” she shouted, her temper getting the best of her.
“Hey, she doesn’t need this right now,” Gen chimed in, coming to sit by Y/N, “Let’s all calm down and take a deep breath. No one is saying this isn’t hard for you, Y/N. Jared just meant that Jay is letting this eat him up on the inside. You both have a lot of healing to do, and maybe it’s best to try and move past all this together.”
“I’m trying, Gen. I am, but I’m still hurt. When I look at him, I can still see his face when he left and went to Dee’s that day,” she whispered, wiping a tear away that escaped, “I promise I’ll try not to be so hard on him, but I can’t promise I’ll ever be able to take him back.”
“Hey, no one is asking that of you. We just want you guys to be able to live with each other in peace. You don’t need the stress of arguing with him all the time. Me and Jared are genuinely worried for you and the baby. He just doesn’t know how to express that appropriately,” Gen chuckled, giving Y/N a hug when she joined in.
“Yeah, what she said,” Jared huffed with faux annoyance.
“Thanks, guys. You’re right. We can’t possibly make it these next months at each other’s throats. I’ll be nicer,” Y/N rolled her eyes but a small smile on her face.
“Is everything okay?” Jensen asked, noticing Gen hugging Y/N on the couch. No matter how angry she was with him, he still loved her with everything he was and couldn’t stand the thought of her hurting.
“It’s fine. Gen was giving me advice on how to handle these months I have ahead of me,” she said, Jensen nodding and turning to walk away.
“Hey, Jay,” Jensen turned around to see what she needed, “I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I want to get along.”
“No need to apologize. I want to get along too, Y/N,” he agreed with a smile, but his face fell as soon as he turned around.
He wanted to get along. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he wanted to have her back in his arms, in his bed, and not just sexually. He wanted all of her again, but he knew he didn’t deserve it. He had hurt her deeply, and he had to deal with the consequences. He could only hope that she would forgive him and they could try again one day. But, if not, he would still be there for her, always. She was the love of his life and now the mother of one of his children. Even if they never reconnected romantically, there would never be another woman for him. She was it for him, and he prayed that she would think of him like that again in the future.
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Y/N was sitting in the bed in the guest room watching tv. She had insisted on not being in the master bedroom. It was hard enough being in the house for now. She couldn’t imagine sleeping in the same bed that she had shared with him. That was asking for it. So, there she was, in the guest bedroom of her ex-boyfriend’s house, her mind racing with all the memories of how she ended up there.
She knew that Jensen hadn’t wanted any more kids, but she still didn’t understand his reaction. Sure, she was terrified when she found out she was pregnant, but he had been irate. He had said that he had reacted that way because he was scared, but she had difficulty swallowing that explanation. She had been afraid, but she hadn’t exploded. She hadn’t been so upset that she ruined their entire relationship. She wiped at the tears slipping down her cheeks and took a deep breath. She had to quit thinking about all this if she was ever going to be able to live with him.
She looked around her room at all the things Jensen had put away. He had insisted that he unpack all her things for her so she didn’t have to and would be comfortable. She knew he was trying, but it just wasn’t enough. Not now, anyway. Maybe, one day, she could let it all go, but it wasn’t right now. A knock on her door made her jump, ending her reverie.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jensen asked, poking his head in the door.
“I’m good. Just watching some tv.”
“I- uh, I brought you something to eat,” he stuttered, opening the door and walking in with a tray,” I made you grilled cheese and soup. Chicken noodle, not tomato. I know you don’t like tomato soup.”
“Thank you, Jay,” she said with a genuine smile.
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m doing my job. I’m here to take care of you both,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. His tell that he was nervous.
“Jay, you don’t have to be nervous around me. I know we aren’t a couple now, but we were friends for sixteen years. Am I still hurt? Yes, but I’m not going to yell or bite your head off,” she chuckled, patting the bed for him to come sit down.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he sighed, sitting beside her on the bed and giving her the food.
“I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable, Jay. Walking around me like you are on eggshells makes me uncomfortable.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing for everything, too,” she laughed.
“I’m so- Look, I should be apologizing to you all day, every day, Y/N. I fucked up,” he sighed.
“You did, but make it up to me by being my friend again. That’s what I want,” she smiled, making his heart flutter.
“I’ll try, I will, but it will be hard,” he admitted.
“Why?”
“Because I’m still in love with you. I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. I want us again.”
“Jensen,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I know you love me. I love you, but I can’t let it go. Not right now, maybe not ever. I know you said you’re sorry, and I appreciate that. But you don’t fully realize how you broke me that day. You left me to go stay with your ex-wife when I told you I was having your baby. How am I supposed to just let that go? How am I supposed to know you won’t leave me again when it’s something that scares you?” she sniffled, the hurt washing over again.
“Y/N, I don’t know how many times to say I’m sorry and that I royally fucked up! Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg? Grovel at your feet? I’ll do it! Just tell me what I have to do!” he pleaded, his eyes welling up with tears.
“Give me time, and don’t pressure me. I’m going to have to work through this on my own. And I can’t promise I’ll ever be able to be your girlfriend again. But you have to give me time to figure it out on my own, okay? Please?”
“Okay. I won’t bring it up again,” he groaned, standing to leave.
“Jay, don’t be like that. I’m sorry you didn’t get the answer you wanted right now, but please, don’t be like that with me. I’m asking as your friend, don’t make this harder on either of us.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll take you as my friend rather than nothing at all. Forgive me?”
“Of course, Jay,” she smiled.
He didn’t say another word. He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead and walked out the door, shutting softly behind him. She threw her head back on her pillow and groaned. She hated hurting him, but she just couldn’t move past her own hurt at that moment. She sat up, took a bite of her sandwich, and rolled her eyes. Living with him was going to be a lot harder than she had anticipated.
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wickedinspirations · 6 months
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Never Met Anyone Like You - Chapter 8
Pairing: Jensen x Actress! Reader
Summary: It’s Y/N’s birthday and she has a new boyfriend. Who the boys may or may not hate. Also feeling are surging. 
Disclaimer: Jensen is married in this fic but I will not be using Danneel’s name as his wife, out of respect for her. People fall in and out of love every day, regardless of their marital status. But I DO NOT promote cheating in any capacity whatsoever.
I mean no harm to Danneel and Jensen’s family. They’re a wonderful couple and THIS FIC IS JUST FOR FICTIONAL PURPOSES. 
There will be time lapses as chapters progress as I’m going to be showing the reader and Jensen’s story through the years.
Reader is shown to be British but you’re free to imagine her as you wish, it’s just for background story purposes #sorrydon’thateme
As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy Reading! <3
Characters: Multi-character fic. Several actors/actresses will feature. Jensen’s wife will be called Sarah.
Warning: Age gap {Jensen (39), Reader (26)}, swearing.
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22nd August 2017 | 7:30 PM
JENSEN’ POV
“I dunno man, I’m not really feeling it. I think I’m coming down with something.” I fake coughed a little, trying to seem sick as Jared sighed through the phone.
“Look man, we all think Roy’s a douche but you can’t not go. It’s Y/N’s birthday. We’re family, and she specifically asked me if you’re coming to the party. I promised her we would come and –”
“Wait, she asked about me?” I got up from the couch, rubbing my hand over my face.
“You know you’re important to her, she loves you man, ofcourse she wants you there.”
My heart thudded in my chest at she loves you before I shook myself.
Platonically Jensen. Always platonically.
“I love her too” Thump. Thump. “But I just, I feel like punching the guy whenever I see him. What does she SEE in him?”
Jared sighed, “Look I feel the exact same way, okay? But we gotta go. Now I’m picking you up in an hour, go get your ass ready. I don’t wanna hear another word ‘bout this.”
Roy Harris was what you could call a famous popstar with too much money and influence than he knew what to do with. He had met Y/N at some party hosted by Y/N’s friend Erin three months back and they had unfortunately been dating since then. Some could say he was handsome in a typical white boy fashion but honestly, neither me nor Jared could see the hype. The dude was a massive douchebag who thought he walked on water and the world revolved around him. 
Getting up off the couch, I walked over to the window and picked up the frame I had there. It was the photo of Jared and I hugging her in a sandwich, while Y/N was hugging me. This was the first pic we had ever taken together back when we met her. I smiled, rubbing my thumb over Y/N’s face. After my kids, she was the brightest spot in my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without her anymore. She was a constant, just like Jared and Misha.
It was sad really, that I didn’t feel the same about my own wife. I had thought that maybe having the twins would change things, bring us closer, but really it seemed to be a lost cause. Sarah was a fabulous mother, but we just didn’t seem to be suited for each other anymore. But I had to try. For my kids, I had to give this marriage a chance.
As we got to the club, I groaned as the loud music reverberated through the floors. There were so many people gyrating on the dance floor, I couldn’t make sense of where a person began and another ended.
“Remind me why we’re here again?”
I grit my teeth, “We’re only here for her. Come on, half hour tops. Then we’re out.”
“Jay! You made it!” I don’t know how I heard her through the thumping music but I turned to my left to see her coming down the stairs. She was wearing a skin-tight catsuit with cutouts all over the place. I couldn’t stop staring at her as she bounded down the stairs in sky-high heels.
I caught her just as she slung her arms around me, spinning her round as I hugged the crap out of her. Setting her down, I left my hands at her waist, “Happy Birthday sweetheart. You look beautiful.” She truly did, I couldn’t take my eyes off her kohl-rimmed eyes and plush red lips which were turned up in a full-blown smile.
“Happy Birthday darling”, she looked at Jared as she leaned into me to let someone go by. 
“I’m so happy you guys could make it. Thank you so much for coming. I know this isn’t really your scene but I’m really glad you’re here.”
Jared came closer, “I didn’t think this was your scene either. But hey, you’re young, I get you guys like partying.”
I subconsciously tightened my arm around her to shift her as more people tried to pass us by, noticing how she just leaned into me more till I was literally holding her back to my front because of lack of space. God, I hate clubs.
Y/N sighed, “You know it’s not my scene either but Roy organized everything and I –”
“Hey hey, hands off the merchandise Ackles.” I grit my teeth as the King of all Douchebags pulled Y/N from my arms into his.
“Roy, shut it. It’s not like that.” Y/N smiled awkwardly, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.
“Yeah Roy, listen to your girlfriend. Shut it.” I spit out. I had encountered too many idiots over the years, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why he irked me so much.
Worst of all, I could never understand what Y/N saw in him. Couldn’t she see he was a walking red flag?! Even now as he dragged her away from us under the pretext of having fun, I smiled gingerly as Y/N looked back mouthing sorry, before disappearing in the crowd.
As another person bumped into me, I looked at Jared wearily, “Maybe we should get out of here.”
“Let’s get a drink atleast. We haven’t even gotten to give her our gifts yet.”
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Another half hour had gone by and my head was pounding from the constant pumping bass, that and having to see douchebag no.1 plunging into Y/N’s mouth any chance he was getting.
I leaned into Jared to yell, “I’m gonna go find her so we can leave. I really can’t take this anymore!”
Looking around the sea of bodies, I finally spotted Erin and somehow got to her “Hey, you seen Y/N?”
“Yeah, I think she went to the back to get some fresh air!”
“Thanks!” I followed the direction she gave me and walked past an alley before I heard her and Roy, making me stop in my tracks.
“Roy! I didn’t even want this! All I wanted was to spend my birthday with my actual friends! I don’t know any of the people inside yet you don’t see ME complaining?!”
“Yeah?! What the hell do you think you’re doing right now? You should be thankful! I arranged all of this for you! So YOU could network and get out of that good for nothing show you’re on!”
“Hey! That show means the world to me! The people on that show are my FAMILY!”
Roy scoffed, “Family my ass! That fuckin’ Ackles is your family?!”
“Yes!! He IS my fami-“
“DON’T give me that crap!” He got in her face, “You think I haven’t seen the way you look at him? And he looks at you?! That old geezer is married! He needs to stay in his fuckin’ lane and back off!”
I grit my teeth as I clenched my fist. How DARE he talk to her like that?
Y/N gasped, “Roy! You’re way out of line! You’re drunk! I’m leaving! We’ll talk when you’re in a better frame of mind.” 
As she turned to leave, Roy made a lunge at her and twisted her arm behind her back, “YOU don’t get to leave b!tch-”
I saw red as I lunged forward and ripped his arm off her, “Don’t you dare touch her you son of a b!tch! I’ll kill you!” I punched him hard as he fell back from the force.
Y/N gasped, “Jensen! What are you doing? Let him go!” She rushed to pull me back, holding my hand as I went to punch again.
Pulling her hand gently towards mine, I cradled it, “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Is it okay?”
Y/N sighed, “I’m okay but Jay you shouldn’t have punche-”
“I’m gonna sue you, you fucker! How dare you touch me! Y/N, what the hell are you standing there for? If you leave with him right now, we’re DONE! You’ll pay for this!” The empty threat seemed almost laughable with him clutching his stupid face on the ground.
“YOU-” As I made to lunge at him again, Y/N stepped in front of me, “Roy, let me be clear. WE. ARE. DONE. You were clearly a mistake. A very big one. Oh, and if you think of suing Jensen, think again. I’m gonna claim self-defense and you’re going to go down. Now I’m going to leave. Ciao.”
She grabbed my hand and led me back in, “Where’s Jare?” 
“He’s at the bar”, I was replying on auto-pilot, my gaze laser-locked onto her hand clutching mine.
“Dude! Where the hell have you been? What happened?”
Y/N sighed, “One sec Jare. Let’s deal with one ridiculous problem at a time. Can I get some ice please?”
She turned to examine my hand as she gently placed the icepack onto my knuckles, “You shouldn’t have done that Jay, it was a really stupid move.”
“He’s lucky I didn’t break his face. Noone can hurt you! Do you understand me?” I looked down at her, cradling her face with my other hand, her eyes looking at me softly.
“Can somebody please explain what the hell is going on?” We both turned to look at Jared and started laughing.
Y/N grabbed Jared’s hand, “Let’s go. I wanna get some cake and then go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
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Reader’s POV
Opening the rooftop, you sighed as you took in the fresh air. Although it had a bit of a bite to it, it felt good. Helped clear your head after how your 27th birthday had turned out. 
You slumped down onto the loveseat you had brought upstairs for nights like this and gazed at the stars above. 
I’m never gonna get over him, am I.
You shook your head. Thinking over the last few months since that fateful kiss shot, you knew things had only gone downhill. Not professionally. Atleast there was one upside to your life. The show had been doing incredibly well, you had even been nominated for a Best Debut Award at the People’s Choice Awards and even Best Chemistry with Jensen.
And that was the whole problem, wasn’t it? Their chemistry. That was what had gotten her in this mess in the first place. The fact that it had always felt so damn right when it was so wrong.
You had spent the last few months trying to desperately forget him but everything about him drew you in. Being with Roy had been a huge distraction, but even then, a small (okay big) part of your brain was always stuck on him. 
“Knew I’d find you here.” You groaned softly into your hands. Right now, when all your emotions felt so heightened, was not exactly the time you wanted Jensen to find you. God forbid, you blurted out all your pent-up feelings or did something even more stupid.
Like, kiss him you mean? Do it. Just a little taste. It won’t harm anyone. 
You shuddered and shook your head as Jensen came to stand next to you. The buzz from the drinks earlier had still not worn off. This was just the alcohol talking. 
“Hey, you okay?”
You looked up at him, his eyes looking down at you ever so softly, his face almost glowing in the yellow light cast from the roof light, and shook your head.
“Can you hug me for a bit?” shoot. That was not supposed to come out. “Um, never mind me, I’m gonna go to bed. See ya.”
As you got up to leave, Jensen caught your arm and pulled you back. You recoiled instantly, “Ouch!”
His eyes snapped down to your hand as he picked it up slowly to examine it and grumbled, “I’m going to kill Roy.”
“And what good would that do? You don’t need to go to jail for him Jay. He’s not worth it.”
“You are.”
You closed your eyes and took in a shuddering breath. It was too much. It was all just too much. If he kept being this sweet to you, you were going to do something that would jeopardize their whole relationship.
“Hey sweetheart, look at me. Please? Look, I got a little something for you.” You opened your eyes to see a small strawberry cupcake with a solitary gold candle lit on it.
“Happy Birthday babygirl. Make a wish.”
It was the first time he had called you that. And you knew that it was wrong. And that it would never in a million years come true. But you still wished for it anyway.
I wish this man was mine.
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Truly, there are no words to apologize for my lack of updates and horrible communication skills but as a human I struggle with basic social interactions and have severe social anxiety so much so that it gets hard to even respond to people on Tumblr, where no one even knows who I am or how I look.
Sooooo, if anyone out there is still reading this after all this time, I hope it finds you well and I truly deeply appreciate it. Please be kind. Watching the boys’ convention videos recently got me to write this chapter and get back into this so I’ll try to keep up with this as much as my job and my mental health allows it.
Hope you all have a great day.
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writercole · 10 months
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Bound: A Sounds of Someday story
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Summary: Jensen and Y/N have a strained month after their engagement. Words: 1848 Warnings: Childbirth (non graphic), anxiety. Credits: I'm pretty sure @flamencodiva beta'd this ages ago when it was supposed to be more than this. A/N: This is part of the world of Sounds of Someday. I haven't written RPF in over a year now so this is definitely an ancient wip that I'm bringing back for my dear friend @jensengirl83's birthday. I tried to find the master list for the series buuuut it's legit gone and I'm pretty sure that I deleted it. But I've linked the prologue (haha fooled you guys. The series is still there, just the ML is gone) and everything should be crosslinked. ANYWAY - this was born out of a challenge that Brandy set forth quite some time ago. My song was 'Turn the Page' by Bob Seger. I'm pretty sure I captured it well. Love you B! A/N 2: There is an entire story to follow behind this but I'm elbow deep in the rewrite and I'm also sure that the story that follows will be a separate book. But to all the fans of this series, I love you and cannot thank you enough. You can read the original again and the rewrite will be done hopefully in the next 6ish months. 😘
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Jensen laid in the bunk on the tour bus and stared at the wall. The only thing he could hear was the sound of the engine roaring and the tires on the road. Everyone else was asleep except for the driver, Cliff. He’d tried to fall asleep but the only thing he saw when he closed his eyes was his fiancee’s face the moment she realized what he was doing on that stage two months ago.
Jensen dropped down to one knee in front of Y/N and her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped in surprise. “What better place to continue our adventure than on the stage where it began. Y/N, will you make me the luckiest man on earth and be my wife?”
He smiled at the memory as it played in his head again, comforting him while he rode several hundred miles east from Omaha to their next show. With a sigh, he turned over again, facing the curtain that was drawn across his bunk. The soft glow of the ambient nightlights filtered through a crack in the curtain, illuminating the beige walls and light blue of the curtain and bed linens. 
Jensen huffed as he swung his legs out of his bunk and padded to the common area. He sat in the corner of the black leather sofa and spread out from end to end, his feet resting against one end while his back was against the other. He leaned his head against the back of the sofa and pulled his phone out, opening the youtube app and hitting his favorites.
The video they recorded for Eric Church started playing softly, the strains of ‘Like a Wrecking Ball’ surrounding him as he watched their smiling faces filling his screen. A tear slipped down his cheek when the video switched to the one Gen had posted of the proposal. He fell asleep watching the two videos on repeat, like he had every night since he’d left her side.
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Y/N sipped from the glass of wine that was perched on the edge of the bathtub. The bubbles had nearly gone and the water was barely warm but her eyelids were still refusing to get heavy. It wasn’t the same sitting in the house in Austin alone, it wasn’t the same sleeping alone. Jensen’s pillow smelled like him, but it was cold, too soft. 
Sighing dejectedly, she drained her glass and then the tub, stepping out onto the plush rug and wrapping herself up in Jensen’s soft robe. She inhaled deeply, comforting herself with his scent.
She crawled into bed again and pulled up youtube on the smart tv. She navigated to her favorites playlist and hit play. The sound of Jensen’s voice filled the room, a video from one of his first concerts with Corey. She watched several videos before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.
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“Jensen, man, what’s going on? You were a million miles away tonight,” Corey asked, his brows furrowed and his voice soft. They had just finished a show and Jensen had been sullen and quiet, his usual playful banter missing from their set.
"I have never been more ready for a tour to end. I like what we do, love what we do, but I don't know if I want to keep doing this." Jensen put his head in his hands and sighed deeply, willing the tears away. 
Corey sat next to his friend and put his hand on his shoulder. “I get it, man. I do. With Alicia due any day now, I’m questioning this life, too. It’s hard enough being away from my wife but being away from my kid? That’s going to be a whole other ballgame.”
“We haven’t even set a date or really had time to just absorb being engaged, you know? She was with us that night and the next, then she went back home to Austin and I haven’t seen her in a month and we can barely video call and -” Jensen felt his breathing getting shallow and his chest tightening, signaling the start of an anxiety attack. It had been a few years since his last one and was shaping up to be a major one.
“Steve, bag!” Corey yelled across the room. Steve took one look at Jensen and ran across the room with one of the paper bags that were kept on hand for the number of people dealing with anxiety on the tour. 
Corey handed Jensen the opened bag and walked him through breathing and grounding exercises, calming him down and getting him to refocus on the room around him. He handed Jensen a bottle of water and made sure he was okay before continuing their conversation.
“Look, Jay, it’s not gonna be easy, man. But we’ve only got a few more dates on this tour and then we’re off for months. You’ll be able to hang with us and your godchild, whatever that may be. You’ll plan the wedding, hell maybe even have the wedding. And it’ll all feel like a bad memory,” Corey offered half-heartedly. 
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded, swallowing hard. “Distant memory.”
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The days passed in a hurry. The countdown progressed down to hours, just over 48 now. Two more days and Y/N would be back at this airport picking up her fiance’. But now, she had business to tend to.
It was nearly midnight when Y/N made it to the door of the apartment her best friends owned. She was staying with Alicia until either the baby was born or Corey got back from tour. Alicia insisted that she was fine but Y/N wouldn’t take no for an answer; it was her way of paying them back for everything they’d done for her since they’d met. 
“Alicia!” Y/N called as she walked inside, taking her keys out of the door and slipping them in her pocket. Alicia didn’t answer, but Y/N heard her cry out in pain. She rushed towards the bedroom, the direction the sound came from, and found Alicia doubled over, holding onto the door frame of the en suite and clutching her stomach. “Lee?!”
“Y/N. Thank god you’re here. I think I’m going into labor.” A splashing sound drew their attention towards the ground, a stream of clear liquid puddling on the floor at Alicia’s feet. 
“Pretty sure your water just broke, hon. Get your shoes, I’ll grab your bag and we’ll call the hospital on the way down to the street,” Y/N instructed, already heading to the closet for the prepared bags. As soon as she grabbed them, she was phoning the hospital and getting the information on the fastest way there and what she needed to do for Alicia in the meantime.
“Y/N, Corey,” Alicia panted as she waddled to the elevator. 
“Don’t worry, hon. I’ll handle everything else. You just focus on keeping that baby where it is until we get to the hospital.” Y/N said a silent prayer to whomever was listening that they’d make it in time and that she wouldn’t have to deliver a baby in the backseat of a cab.
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Cliff had stopped at an all-night diner for everyone to get off the bus, stretch their legs, and have dinner before continuing on the next leg of the journey. There was still time before the next show, the last show of the tour, so he figured a break from the road was needed.
The group was situated at a long table, Corey at one end and Cliff at the other, quietly talking and enjoying their break. Corey’s phone rang and he looked at Jensen after checking the id. “It’s after midnight and it’s Y/N.”
“Her flight landed like two hours ago,” Jensen added, worry building in his gut.
“Y/N, what’s going -” Corey was cut off by Y/N talking very, very quickly and then handing off the phone. “Alicia, baby, are you okay? How far apart are they? How long until you get there? Okay baby, one of you call me when you can. I love you.” Corey hung up the phone and looked at the table. “Alicia is in labor. Y/N is with her. They’re almost to the hospital.”
The table was stunned into silence before a cacophony of reassurances spewed forth from everyone, turning the heads of the other diners, though no one seemed to care. They finished their meal quickly and headed to the bus, ready to get this final show on the road so Corey could get home to meet his kid.
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Seven hours later, Alicia was holding a beautiful baby boy. She was exhausted but she was overjoyed, basking in the bliss of new motherhood. Y/N watched everything with a soft smile and tears in her eyes, happy for her best friends and already deeply in love with her godson.
Corey was video chatting with Alicia and the baby, assuring them that he’d be here tomorrow. That meant that Jensen would be here tomorrow as well. Y/N sighed in relief and shut her eyes, knowing that it would feel faster if she got some rest.
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The performers on stage for their final date of the tour were nearly vibrating with anticipation, counting the seconds until they could run back to the tour bus and hop on their flight to New York. The crowd was enjoying every second and the energy in the arena was palpable.
Corey thanked everyone and bid them a good night, restraining himself from running off the stage. Post show drinks were skipped as everyone packed up as fast as they could, the amplifiers still ringing in their ears, and headed to the airport. 
The plane took off from South Carolina and landed in New York a few hours later. Corey and Jensen were scanning the crowd as soon as it came into view, chuckling when they spotted Y/N holding a sign that said ‘aging, washed up rock stars’ in bold black letters. 
She dropped the sign as soon as she saw Jensen rounding the corner of the walkway and ran to him, jumping in his arms with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
“I missed you so much, sweetheart,” Jensen whispered as he twirled her around. 
“Missed you more,” she replied as she buried her face into his neck. 
“What’s this about you picking up aging, washed up rock stars?” Corey jested from behind them.
She lifted her head enough to send him a glare. He tossed his head back laughing loudly, amused by the antics of his best friends.
“Can we wrap this up, please? I got a kid to meet,” he quipped, smirking at the couple. 
Jensen shifted Y/N onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry as she shrieked and the three of them headed to the baggage claim. 
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Jensen took the wheel and drove straight to the hospital, dropping Corey off to go be with his son and wife. “Where to, sweetheart?” he asked when they pulled away. 
“Anywhere, baby. As long as I’m with you.”
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Behind the Trailer
Jensen Ackles Masterlist
Summary: One afternoon, you go visit your boyfriend, Jensen on the set of The Boys. But when you're there, you can't help but flirt with a certain New Zealander actor. What happens next is you and Jensen behind his trailer, him teaching you who you belong to.
Pairing: Jensen x F!reader / Karl Urban x F!Reader (implied)
Word Count: 1957
Rating: 18+
Warning: Smut, public sex, outdoor sex, p in v, unprotected sex, voyeurism, teasing, dirty talking, rough sex, implied cockhold
A/n: I haven't written in a while, so in the meantime, here's a little sexy thing I wrote! 
PS: I had no idea what gif to put on this fic, so here have more of him.
Feedbacks are super welcomed!
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The set crew had to be looking for him everywhere by now. 
His break was over… Like… 20 minutes ago.
Since he had several scenes to shoot before the end of the day, when you went to see him to surprise him, he was still dressed as Soldier Boy. The costume that you loved so fucking much on him. Not only did the green look good on him… Everything was so tight. Tightened at the legs, molding his muscles newly acquired for his role, not at all hiding the bump you saw the moment you started walking towards the cafeteria to grab some food for lunch. Walking in front of him with a happy gait and a short dress.
Both on purpose.
Just like you turned your head, smiling brightly at him, to see his reaction.
Obviously, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding under the table and resting on his thigh the moment you sat down with him. The muscle had hardened under your touch, waiting for your next move, expecting anything. And when you raised your hand higher to place it on the bulge that had attracted your attention, a small clearing of throat sounded on your right. But you hadn't flinched in any way and continued your conversation with Karl and Jack about the scenes they'd planned for the afternoon. You weren't supposed to know, but they loved giving you little clues here and there about what they were up to.
"You think you’re smart, hm?"
Cold wall in front of you. The mass of heat and muscles was pinning you against it, pressing hard against your back.
Jensen had taken you behind his trailer so no one could see you. It was a good blind spot, some trees and bushes were hiding the view of both sides, the fence hiding the back. 
It was the perfect place to do things and not be seen. You were completely invisible.
But it did nothing to drown the sounds.
A hand squeezed your throat as a warm breath blew against your ear.
“Teasing me like that in front of everyone?”
The bulge against your butt was so hard and imposing, you couldn't hold back the moan of surprise and anticipation that escaped your lips. Jensen let out a long groan as he started grinding against you, his hand squeezing your throat just enough, yet not quite like you liked it. The air was still coming in, the pain was minimal, you wanted more, you needed more. Raising your hand, you rested it on his and urged him to squeeze harder.
“You're a fucking slut, you know that? Fucking brat,” you could hear him undo his pants with his free hand and next moment, your panties were tossed to the side and he was sliding inside of you in a quick and rough thrust.
He was probably expecting you to make a noise, because his hand that wasn't encircling your throat pressed immediately against your mouth. And his next words were whispered against your ear. His husky voice sent chills all over your body, and when he gave another thrust, you could feel him now buried inside you to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back as he tightened his grip on your throat.
Just like you fucking liked.
“Teasing me like that to get attention? First, you come here,” Jensen groaned as he pulled out only to better thrust back in. A shrill sound left your mouth, but his hand grabbed it and buried it in silence. “Dressed like this,” he was referring to the short summer dress you chose to wear. Purple, it had small blue and yellow flowers and a small bow at the top of the semi-plunging neckline. “You flirt with Karl like a fucking slut,” he stated and you tried to deny it, quickly, maybe too quickly, because he snapped his lenght rough enough to silence you. You moaned again, loudly enough to hear your voice through his wide hand. “Don’t lie to me…  I saw you… How you were sitting… looking at him like a slut, showing your chest… You’re not talking to him like you’re talking to anyone else,” he continued, thrusting out and in and out of you at every thing he was uttering. Your legs started to shake so much the pleasure was out of control, and you could feel your juices flowing between your thighs, where you were connected to him. “And then, you touch me under the table? Hm? What do you think brats like you deserve? What do you think whores like you deserve?”
Burying himself as deep as possible, Jensen pulled his hand from your mouth and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. “I asked you a question.”
“Punishment,” you answered between two harsh breaths. “I deserve… Punishement,” you closed your eyes, fighting the urge to fuck back on his length, fighting the urge to scream and moan and beg for more. You needed it so bad, so bad it hurt.
“That’s right.” Wandering over your body, Jensen's fingers explored all the visible skin your dress gave him. He stroked your bare thighs, settled close to your ass at the limit of where his pelvis was resting and climbed up under your dress to grab one of your breasts. “Not even wearing a bra. Like you were asking for me to fuck you…” He groaned and pinched your nipple. It was a close one, this time the sound almost slipped through. “Oh no, don't think I'm putting my hand back on your mouth sweetheart, you wanted this…” You could feel it oh so very well, his length slipping out of you, brushing your insides, everywhere, burning, it was so hot… “You're keeping quiet.”
His hips snapped back inside of you roughly, making you lose balance for a while. You caught up on the wall of his trailer, trying so hard to not make a noise you ended up tasting metal filling your mouth. You bit your lip too hard.
Jensen fucked you fast and deep, right there, behind his trailer, where anyone could see you if they walked close enough. If they heard you. Like he really didn’t care, your boyfriend growled as he snapped his hips faster, and this time, you couldn’t help it, a moan escaped. Then another. Then, it didn’t matter to stay quiet.
It felt so good. It felt so good, him using you, fucking you, punishing you for being the brat that you were. Jensen’s cock touched every single spot that made you see stars, but it was when his hand lowered down to your back, bending you forward more on the wall, that he could reach the spot that made you cry out. The spot he knew by heart. His favorite spot he then kept on pistoning.
“That’s it, good girl, taking me so well… Not very silent hm, well, that’s something we’ll have to work on. You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can’t feel you twitch around me…”
Indeed, he was right. Jensen really did know you by heart, knew your whole body on the tip of his fingers. He owned you, after all. His sweet little pet he loved to fuck whenever and wherever he wanted. And oh God did you want it too.
“Yes… Yes!” You moaned, turning your head to the side to lay your cheek on the cold wall. Skin burning up, body burning up, core burning up, you were so fucking close-
That’s when you saw him.
Standing a couple of meters away, barely hidden through the bushes and trees.
Dark eyes were settling on you, and you only. Hypnotized would be a better world. His Hawaiian shirt was pink, so flashy amongst the green of the surroundings, you wondered why you didn’t notice him there before.
It was seeing Karl watching you getting fucked by Jensen that drove you to the edge. Fingers bent on the wall, you helplessly tried to get a hold of something. Your legs were shaking so much, Jensen had to use both hands to keep you up. Warmth pressed on your back, sweaty, burning, as he rammed even deeper inside of you.
It builded up, and up, and up, eyes half close, you kept on staring at him as your climax got stronger, your voice got higher and then it exploded. White danced before your eyes, beautiful ecstasy of pure pleasure as the orgasm washed over you.
“Fuuuucking good girl… Feels so good, sweet little pussy… so wet and warm…”
You could hear Jensen praise you. Feel him give a couple of more rough thrusts in you that stuck you even more to the wall. You could hear him groaning as he spilled inside of you, you could feel his hands squeezing your flesh, leaving his imprints on your person. It would bruise, that’s for sure
You could hear and feel all that.
But all of your attention was on him watching.
“Fucking hell, you were right, she does have that kind of dirty mind.”
It was one of those orgasms with the aftermath of a warm blanket. Head fuzzy like cotton and body soft like a tissue. The only reason you were still standing up was because Jensen was still buried deep inside of you. 
So it took you a few seconds to remember where you were, who was with you and… What Jensen said.
“Told ya mate. Your girl had that glint in her eyes I rarely see in people. She’s a naughty one.”
Your head was still turned to the side, so you could see him walk closer. And closer. Until he was right next to you.
A smirk was stretching his lips, dark eyes now shamelessly roaming your body. For a moment you were sure you had Billy Butcher in front of you. “Karl…” It came out like a beg, like a moan, like a whore asking for more.
“What is it, luv?”
Jensen pulled out of you, and you struggled to stay up to finally fall on the ground. Your boyfriend didn’t really let you fall on your knees, he helped you settle down in front of him. His co-star. Karl Urban.
“She’s been such a brat today,” you could hear Jensen zipping up his pants. “But in the end, she was so good…” His big hand patted your head, and you looked up at him with big, surprised eyes.
It wasn’t a secret how you felt about Karl Urban. You were kind of a long suffering Lord of the Rings fan, and when you learned your boyfriend would be playing with him in The Boys, you were a bit too over excited and overjoyed to meet him. It was the first time Jensen got very jealous, and you felt that one for days. But to think he would actually let that happen? You questioned him again with your eyes, still unsure, asking permission, asking if it wasn’t perhaps a dream.
“They’re waiting for you on set for your scenes,” Karl murmured, his eyes not leaving you. But you didn’t dare look at him, not until you had Jensen’s permission.
“Perfect.” A big, loving smile stretched his lips. “I’ll be right back when I’m done. Take care of her.”
Like that, Jensen walked away.
That was your permission.
Turning your head, you looked at him. The moment your eyes met his, you drowned in his gaze. You literally got lost in his pupils, lost in all the lust bathing in there.
“I think we better be heading inside, luv,” Karl smiled at you as he helped you get up. Your skin burnt at the place he was touching. “Because I promise, you won’t be able to stay quiet.”
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Wildwood Sequel: Interlude
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Summary: Jensen and the reader are in a soft, blissful part of their relationship before reality fully kicks in. They go back to Y|N’s house, with the touches she added with Jensen in mind, to slowly ease back into the swing of their lives. They have a lot to do before they go to Texas, like breaking the news to Y|N’s mother and brother. Jensen still has some secrets to reveal.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female reader
Word count: 18429
Warnings: really covers the gammut... swearing, drinking, yelling, jealousy...
a/n: this is pure fiction in regards to the real life celebrities. They are merely a face-grab for characters of my creation.
Tags: @coffee-obsessed-writer   @leigh70  @sandlee44  @coldhearted93  @djs8891  @magssteenkamp  @babykalika2001  @ladysparkles78​  @supernatural3002
The dog days of summer were ending and it felt more like fall the morning when they left Wildwood. He’d taken care of the cabin the night before and even cleaned out the fireplace. It meant there would be no heat running in the cabin, but he and Y|N had found ways to stay warm. Going back to reality would be an adjustment to both of their lives and he was confident they would figure it out together.
Before Y|N got to the cabin, he’d been so out of sorts. He couldn’t make any sense about what to do about his situation. Then, as time passed, he was beginning to wonder if she would find him. When he finally realized it was her walking down his road, the relief set in. The giant, swirling abyss dissipated. She, somehow, always would show up when he needed her most. Sure, he’d given her a clue, but she showed up. She still cared.
He looked over at the passenger seat where she sat in his truck. She’d only gotten more beautiful as time had passed. He couldn’t stop sneaking glances at her and she’d caught him more than once. Y|N would smile a little, tuck her hair behind her ear and look down. When he would catch her watching him, he knew she still had some kind of feelings for him, too. Even if it was pure lust, or just pent-up years of desire, he would take it because he had been holding them in, too. He really couldn’t get enough of her.
They were basically driving into the sun, but it didn’t bother her too much. She had her head down, writing in the notebook she’d forced him to stop to buy. It was bright enough that she still wore sunglasses as she wrote and the sun gave her hair a halo. His angel. Once in a while, she would whisper two sides of a conversation, or other bits of dialog before putting the pen back to the paper to continue the flurry of writing. She went on like that for a couple hours before she lost some speed.
She turned yet another page in the notebook and wrote something at the top of the page before she finally gave him her attention again.
“Okay, we need to talk about some stuff. I need your opinion on things,” she said.
“God, finally,” he said. “You’ve been so quiet, except for whispering dialog, I thought you forgot me.”
“Oh honey, I could never forget about your fine self. Look at you, you sexy sonofabitch,” she said. She smirked when she saw how pink his ears got. “I was writing so I could get the scene out of my head so I could get to you.”
“Get to me?”
“I’m starting a new book in a series I do and I want your input,” she explained.
“I thought you were never going to use me as your smut muse?” he said. “I think we have a pretty good story going.”
“Oh my sweet boy,” she said, “you really are adorable. Let me ask you this, have you read any good books lately?”
“Not lately, but yeah. It’s this guy, a lawman, who fell from grace, gets a job as sheriff in some backwoods area during prohibition, tries to take down bootleggers and other bad guys…”
“... encounters some weird shit in the woods and has an eye for the lady that runs the diner?” she finished for him.
“Yeah, you know the books?” he asked. When she didn’t answer, it hit him. “Are you telling me you’re Ross Black?”
You laughed, “Yeah. Honestly, I thought you knew. I did kind of make it obvious.” You waited as he thought it over. “It’s basically you and all of the cool western lawmen and broken lead characters. Dean, Clint, you, Longmire. Rolled ‘em all up to make Hobart Gibson. Hell, I even gave him your physical description.”
“Hold on,” he raised his index finger at you as he drove. “I need to process this.”
You patiently waited for him to think it all through.
“So, you’re Nova Scott, who, from what I can tell since I’m not allowed to read the books, is on par with Nicholas Sparks and Danielle Steel, and have published however many of those…”
“...about a dozen,” you answered.
“A handful have been made into major motion pictures. Not only am I not in any of those movies, I’m also not the muse. And yet, every single one had some big name in it and made a shitload of money.”
“Are you telling me you want to do a romance movie?”
“No. …I don’t know… maybe?”
“Well, what do you think of Whiskey Hollow and Bart Gibson?” you asked. You’d spent a lot of time and energy getting the character just right.
Jensen looked at you a moment, “He’s a total badass. I love how salty he is, but is soft for Lill.” He paused, “You ever gonna get them together?”
“Do you think they should?” you already had it in the plans but you wanted to hear his opinion.
“She’s obviously in love with Bart.”
“It’s obvious?”
“Every time Bart goes to the diner, Lill personally makes his favorite sandwich and gives him a cookie. If she didn’t love him…”
“... no cookie?” you grinned.
“No cookie,” he tipped his head, his eyes still on the road. “Sugar was precious in the depression. You don’t just slip random people a cookie.”
“Unless she’s in love?”
“Unless she’s in love.”
“Is that why you give me ring-pops, ‘cause you’re in love with me?”
He looked directly at you before switching back to the road and back to you again, “Are you fucking with me right now?”
“Depends on your answer.”
“Have I given you more than one?”
“Jay, you don’t forget much. I know you remember.” There have been many over the years.
He sighed. “I knew it was a trap,” he muttered. “You already know I love you.”
You nodded, “I know that.”
“Is Bart going to make a move on Lill? Are you getting any movie options offers coming in?” he asked.
“Lillian isn’t going to make the first move, I can tell you that much. If he has any kind of warm fuzzies for her, he has to tell her. Cookies and ring-pops won’t cut it. They’re gestures, she wants to hear him say it.”
“He’s not going to say it just because she wants to hear it. If he’s going to tell her he’s in love with her, he’ll do it when he’s ready.”
“Nearly three decades isn’t enough time to work up the nerve?”
“I knew we weren’t talking about Bart and Lill anymore…” he let out a sound of annoyance.
“Who do you think Hobart and Lillian are, Jay?”
“We were only able to get together a few weeks ago. I hadn’t seen you in person in over three years. If we, you and I, are going to be together, I want to do things the right way and that means taking things one step at a time, getting familiar with each other again.”
“Don’t I get a say in this? Relationships are give and take and I feel like I’m doing all the giving. I left my job to come find you. I know I don’t need the job, but that isn’t the point. That’s a burnt bridge.”
“Just like you can’t demand I tell you I’m in love with you. If I want to say it, I will when I’m ready. Individually, you and I have been through too much shit to not try to give us the best shot possible and that’s exactly what I want to do. Are you going to do the same or are you going to keep fucking pushing?”
“Knowitall,” you grumbled.
“That’s rich coming from you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you’re the same way. You’re one of the smartest people I know, but you also know you’re smart and don’t leave room for other people’s opinions.”
“Even if they’re wrong?”
“See?” he raised his index finger and wagged it in your direction. “That right there. That’s why it’s an opinion. Just because it’s different from yours, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”
“Oh really? You sure were vocal when you thought I was wrong about things,” you countered.
“When?! Examples.”
“Every single guy I dated was either an asshole or a douchebag, as you were all too happy to point out.”
“But they were douchebags and assholes. Knew from the start Grant was a manchild freeloader.”
“That may be true, but in that case, your opinion was irrelevant because he was my choice. And not all of them were bad guys, they just weren’t a good match for me.”
“And that’s what makes them douchebags.”
“You married the one I told you was a stuck-up, snobby-assed bitch. What’s really got a bug up your ass, Jay? Seems like we both made dumb choices in the name of love.”
He went silent. You weren’t entirely sure if you’d really made him mad or not. He had both hands on the wheel and slightly tipped back, the expression on his face was changing from annoyed to resolve over and over again.
“Jesus, I can see you thinking in there. You're gonna say what’s on your mind or do you need to pull over and walk it off?” your tone was still snotty.
He clenched his jaw and you decided, maybe too late, to shut up and cool off, yourself, while you rode in silence. He needed to do the same, you supposed. You forgot that he liked to take time to think things through. You should have known not to push him so hard. He needed the time to consider all options and you were more in the moment and needing immediate action.
“Hey,” you wanted to apologize, but the truck began to slow down. He might have needed to walk it off after all. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t say anything, he only pulled over and stopped the truck, putting it in park. He got out and you watched as he walked around the front and came to your door.
He flung open your door, “I take it back.”
Confused, you asked, “Take what back?”
“When I said we shouldn’t try to be together because of our careers. When I said it wasn’t “our time” I was full of shit then and I knew it. I wanted you. I always wanted you. I knew that Christmas at my parents’ house that I didn’t want to let you go. When you told my mom we were just friends? I didn’t like it. All of those boyfriends you had were douchebags because they weren’t me. No one would ever love you, or treat you as well as me.”
He stepped on the running board, leaned in and unbuckled your seatbelt, then turned your knees toward him as he stepped down.
“I should never have let you get on that airplane. I knew I was in love with you then, just like I’m in love with you still.”
He took off his sunglasses and looked up at you in the truck.
Your hands went to his face and neck, touching him wherever you could reach.
“Promise me one thing?” he asked.
“Anything,” you whispered.
“Never be away more than a couple days,” he said.
You nodded.
“Honey, I need you to say it.”
You slid to the edge of the seat and out of the truck. Jensen kept his hands on you, helping you down to the ground, his arms around your waist.
“My sweet boy, I promise, never to be away more than a couple days,” you managed to say while looking into his beautiful green eyes.
The intensity that Jensen exuded could often be overwhelming or scary depending on the situation. He wasn’t one to throw away words. He said what he meant. He was in love with you. 
His forehead rested on yours as you stroked his head and neck. “I could never give my whole heart to someone because you had it, Jensen, my whole heart, since the day we met. I was so scared I would never see you again. I cried when we left the hotel, just like I did when I got on the airplane. I shouldn’t have left.”
If he hadn’t been holding you so tightly to his body, you might have started crying. As it was, you felt like you could barely breathe. Putting words to feelings you’d held down so firmly and for so long seemed to have robbed you of oxygen. It was amazing to finally be able to say it out loud and to the man you’d loved since he was a boy.
He tipped his head down and to the side, his lips meeting yours with subdued passion. The occasional car driving by reminded you both you were still in public. Jensen had been extremely private in his relationship with Danneel. Making out with him on the side of the road felt somewhat out of character. It wasn’t until the last car that went by and honked their horn that he decided to come up for air.
“We’ll finish this later,” he said.
“Jay,” you stopped him. He came back to you, his hand cupping your face. “I’m sorry for pushing too hard. I didn’t mean to upset you, that was the last thing I wanted. I just get hyper aware of what I want and get too focused on it.”
“Mhm,” he grumbled, “you’re forgiven.” He gave you a quick peck.
“Hey Jay, remember when we did the photobooth?” He nodded, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I was really glad to have you as a friend, but that’s also when you were more than a friend. No one has ever been good enough since then, because, whether I knew it or not, I was in love with you, too.”
“Now you’re just sucking up so you can see my half of the photo strip.”
“Please, can I see it? I didn’t even know you still had it,” you said. “I didn’t take you for that kind of sentimentality.”
He went to the back of the truck and hopped in with his usual athletic grace that still irritated the crap out of you. He barely put any effort into staying fit. Minimal cardio, minimal weight training, and he was good at everything. He went to the box you hadn’t even noticed he’d put on the truck. It was inside a bungee’d bin and he pulled out the box you’d seen at the cabin with “Nova” written on it. Sliding the box to the end, you were there to open the tailgate and join him when he sat down.
He opened the box for you to see all of the contents loose inside. Most of the letters that he kept were in their envelopes and only a few loose cards and pages. He’d kept a few things you’d given him, including a bottle of sand from the lake trip when you were kids, to the trinket you won at the arcade in Dallas. Something caught your eye at the bottom of the box, though.
“Are you kidding me right now?” you couldn’t believe your eyes. You immediately recognize the white and black material and black nylon straps.
“I guess it wasn’t so bad after all,” he shrugged.
“Now I know why you wouldn’t let me dig in the box at the cabin,” you said. “But why now? And how did you even sneak this out of my apartment? How did you find it?”
“When I was looking for stuff that belonged to fuckface to throw out. I had a moment of weakness. Look inside,” he said.
After you unzipped the main pouch, you looked inside to find a piece of folded paper. Opening it, you saw what might have been the first letter you ever wrote Jensen. You remembered the aquatic stationery that you’d been so happy to find. In the folds of the paper was the bottom half of the photo strip. The edges were worn and some of the edges of the pictures were damaged, but the important parts were still there.”
“I think you were laughing at some dumb face I was making. And that bottom one, that’s my favorite,” he said, shyly. “You still look at me like that, you know.”
It was the picture of your forehead on his that got you, the bottom picture. Your face had a happy smile, your hand on his chest next to his neck and your other arm around his shoulders. The look on his face and the body language of you both spoke volumes. You put the picture down and looked up at him, speechless.
“I thought about it… kissing you… really wished you had tried. I was too shy and scared of your dad to make a move,” he admitted.
You wiped your eyes, “Honestly, I wish I had too, but I was too scared and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing to even attempt it.”
“Me either,” he admitted, “but I was willing to find out, if you were.”
You couldn’t stop looking at the pictures. The top half was in your house and you’d seen them many times, but the bottom half was so different. There was an undeniable shift in the bottom. The top was just two kids having a good time. The bottom was two kids having a very intimate moment.
Jensen started putting things back in the box and gently took the photo strip from you. “Alright, let’s just pretend you didn’t see those.”
“Nope, too late. I already know the truth.”
“What’s that?”
You watched him put the box back in the bin and secure the bungee cords.
“Despite years of blatant denial, you are, in fact, a hopeless romantic, Jensen Ackles.”
He hopped down from the truck bed and stood directly in front of you, pushing your knees apart to stand closer. You locked your legs around him as your fingertips went under his shirt to caress his warm belly. His skin shuddered at your touch, his breath catching.
“Sweetheart… you tryin’a jump my bones on the side of the road?” he asked, not hating it.
“Maybe.”
“How long to your house?”
You eased up on him, but it was hard to not keep going.
“Not sure, but I think we’re at least four hours away, still,” you said.
“Grab on,” he said, then quickly added, “around my neck.”
You did as he asked, then he did the rest and carried you to the passenger side of the truck where he put you down. He did it like it was nothing, not even so much as a grunt. He took a moment to give your ass a smack before moving on to close the tailgate and get back inside the cab of the truck.
When you were back on the highway, your mind went back to Bart and Lill.
“Jay…I do need to talk to you about Whiskey Hollow and…” you trailed off. It wasn’t like one of your books hadn’t been turned into a movie before, but this time was different.
“Shoot,” he replied.
“You do like the series, right? And the characters? I mean, I did write Bart for you, specifically…” you really needed the validation from him.
“Yeah, I really do. Bart isn’t strictly me or any of the people you mentioned, but an amalgamation. I like him a lot. A good man who does the best he can and isn’t perfect. Bart’s backstory is good and it definitely explains why he is the way he is.” He gave you a pointed look, “I’d tell you if I thought it was shit.”
“Okay, good. Please always give me your honest opinion… when it’s work-related.”
“And if it’s not work-related?”
You smiled, “I always look good in whatever outfit I choose.”
He nodded once, “That won’t be a problem.”
“So… my agent was begging me to write a script for Whiskey Hollow rather than have another writer do it. She wants to shop it around to studios and see if anyone will pick it up. But I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’ve never written a script before and have no clue about what’s important. I want to do a good job and I need your help. I don’t want to embarrass myself, especially on my own story.”
“You won’t embarrass yourself,” he said. “Alright, hit me. How can I help?”
Over the next two hours, you wrote as fast as your brain and hands would allow. Thankfully, you’d adapted a shorthand method that made getting your flow of words out quickly without losing anything. Eventually, Jensen needed to pull over for gas and you both took the opportunity to use the restroom and grab some food for the ride, especially since you were sure there wasn’t anything to eat at your house.
“What’s all this?” he pointed at your purchases on the counter.
“Milk. Bread. Jelly. Peanut butter. Chips,” you said. “Pretty standard stuff.”
“How are we going to make sandwiches in the truck?”
“Very carefully.”
You pointed him in the direction of the paper plates and plastic cutlery to complete your grocery shopping. You paid for all of the food and gas for this stop and were back on the road fairly quickly after. Jensen held out the keys to you and told you he needed a nap. Gladly, you took the keys and got comfy in his truck. It never failed to amaze you at how quickly he could shut off his brain and go to sleep. Before he was totally out, you let him know you needed to make some calls and he gave you a thumbs-up without opening his eyes.
When you got your earbuds in, you pushed a button on your phone, then said, “Call Jen.”
She picked up on the third ring.
“Where the hell have you been?!”
“I told you,” you spoke quietly, “I needed to find Jensen.”
“That was almost a month ago, Y|N.”
“It took a minute.”
“Does that mean you found his fine ass?” Jen asked.
“I sure did,” you still kept your voice low. “About three weeks ago.”
“Three weeks ago?! So you found him almost right away? What the hell were you doing? Were you doing him?”
“Shh! Yes, we were making up for lost time. I’m with him right now, in his truck, and we’re going to my house. I know I don’t have to remind you, but please keep this quiet. We’re going to need to go to Texas at some point.”
Jen was only just beginning to process what you’d told her. “How was the sex? Was he any good? Did you scream?”
“Jen!”
“I can hear your friend,” Jensen said, quietly.
“Oh my god, he can hear you,” the blush quickly rose to your cheeks.
“No, go ahead, tell her. I want to hear your answer,” he paused. “Tell the truth,” he cracked open an eye.
“I’ll talk to you later, Jen,” you were mortified. “I need to call Janice, too.”
You disconnected the call and turned down the volume in your earbuds. You were about to call your manager, but Jensen was curious.
“Well?” he asked.
“Do you really want me to tell you?” you countered, hoping he would drop it.
“I can take constructive criticism,” he said.
You decided to just say it. “You are the only person to crack the code. A few have gotten close, but you… are masterful,” you couldn’t bear to look at him.
He gave a sleepy little fist pump and grin before crossing his arms over his chest again and closing his eyes. You waited a good twenty minutes before you attempted to call your agent, Jan. The two of you discussed the books you had going and what you’d been doing, then caught her up to the details about the script she wanted you to write.
“Sweetie,” she began, “you know I love that you have two secret identities, but you need to give me more to do. You have phenomenal numbers in BOTH fan bases. When will you let me get you on TV for some promotion? We really need an author reveal. Also, I have a big-wig on the hook for your script, really need you to get that to me as soon as you can, sweets.”
“I promise, I’m making progress. I bought the software. I have a consultant. I just need a few moments peace to crank the sucker out,” you liked Jan a lot, but there were times you wanted to kick her, not super, hard, but enough to leave a bruise.
“What would it take to get you out on a promotion circuit?”
“A miracle.” 
“Pretend I’m a magic genie. If we’re gonna do a reveal, let’s go big,” she said.
“I have conditions,” you said.
“Lay ‘em on me, sweetie. Genie Jan is ready,” she said.
“If you manage to sucker someone into buying the script… if the studio or producers give the green light… I will do TV with whomever is cast as Bart. I want it noted with emphasis that Jensen Ackles should be strongly considered for Bart. He is, after all, whom I was thinking of when writing Bart. I will do Seth Meyers with Jensen.”
“Jensen Ackles? Are you sure? Isn’t he kind of imploding right now? Aren’t they still looking for him?” Jan asked.
“He’s on my wishlist, Jan. He is the one who should play Bart,” you reiterated.
“Sweetie, I understand. I just want the best possible outcome.”
“Anyway, I’m sure he’ll be found soon. That woman’s story isn’t ringing true, either. I think she was just trying to scam money out of him.”
“And you want Seth Meyers? Why not one of the Jimmy’s?” she asked.
“I’m a fan and I dated a Jimmy, It didn’t go well. Besides, Seth is funny and the only late night show I’ll watch,” you explained.
“If I can get you on Seth’s show, you’ll do it and not back out?”
“My conditions are simple. I will do it, but it must be like that.”
“Alright, I can work with that,” she said.
You ended the call shortly after that and felt a lot better about things moving forward, not just with your career, but also with Jensen. When you did get home, you were going to look into that “hussy”, as Donna called her, and see what you could find out, maybe enlist the help of Shelley. You just wanted to ask the woman why she was targeting Jensen. You drove on in silence thinking of all the things you wanted and needed to do when you got to the house. Before you knew it, you were driving 25 mph down the main drag of your hometown and Jensen stirred awake at the speed change.
As you got closer to your old apartment, you looked up and noted the light was on in the living room.
“Mom is still up,” you looked at the clock, 10:09 PM.
Jensen looked up at the windows as you stopped for the stop light. “It’s weird not going to your apartment.”
“I know. Before today, now, it didn’t bother me, but it does feel strange.” The light changed and you drove on toward the bridge. “I hope you like my house, though. I did a couple things with you in mind.”
“You did?”
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s for me, too, but I thought you’d find them appealing,” you said.
“You didn’t have to do that. Your apartment was great though,” he said. Curiosity got the better of him, “What things?”
“I’ll give you a tour when we get there,” you said, crossing the bridge that went over the river. “I’ve had to buy a lot of stuff just to maintain the land, it’s ridiculous, and I had to have out buildings built. I’m a proper adult.”
He snorted, “Do you use the equipment?”
Sometimes it was annoying how he could see through your bullshit so easily. “Sometimes. Shut up!” you laughed. “I hired a guy I went to school with to come out to mow and plow once a week and as needed. I use the mower to keep my trail growth down and the snowblower is hella cool.”
Jensen just stared at you as you turned onto your road.
“Stop looking at me like that, weirdo,” you pulled up to the gate and entered the, very particular to you and Jensen, code. You’d embraced your secret life, the one where you were a notable author with a hot and famous best friend, who had become your boyfriend. It was something like your own inside joke. If anyone had ever guessed how you were able to buy land and build a house, no one ever said anything to you. You found most people didn’t ask questions if they got paid well for their work and you were a generous tipper. Every little bit helps.
The gate came to life and rolled open, enhancing the anticipation. You really wanted him to like what you had created. When it opened and you pulled ahead and stopped for it to close before moving on. The driveway to your house was lit with small lights to lead the way. The house itself wasn’t visible from the road and you followed the driveway to the left and through the trees around a small hill. After the trees, the land opened up into a clearing where your house stood. Every time you drove through the trees and the house appeared, it struck you that the modern appearance of the home was so well complimented by its surroundings.
“Whoa. That’s… I don’t even know what…” Jensen sputtered.
“Good, though, right?” you were quite proud of your home.
“Yeah, I like it. I honestly didn’t know what to expect.”
You pulled around to the side where the garage doors were and parked in front of the middle door. When you hopped out and went to the hidden keypad by the door, Jensen crawled into the driver’s seat and pulled into the open garage space when the door fully opened. You went to the inside control panel to close the garage and turn on the lights.
The stark white interior was nearly blinding from driving in the dark for so long. Jensen had gotten out of the truck by then and was looking all around the inside of the garage. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on the classic car in the third stall.
“What have we here?” he said, admiring the car.
He was about to cup his hands around his eyes to peek in the window when you said, “My dad’s car.”
Jensen immediately stood up straight without touching the car in the third stall. “Your dad’s?”
You nodded, “Mhm. I started looking for it before the pandemic. It was a bitch to do, but my aunt works in the treasurer’s office and hooked me up with the VIN. Made it a lot easier to track down.”
“Wait, this is his actual car?” You nodded. “How long was it gone? And what condition was it in when you got it?”
You sighed heavily. “It was in pretty bad shape. Dad sold it before I was even born. He loved it.” It was impossible to not be a little sad and a lot mad. You had put these details in letters you’d sent to Jensen in Austin. “She kept a lot more from you than I thought… I put all of this in the mail, Jay.” You tried to keep the anger out of your voice, but you knew it seeped in. If anything, you understood why she did it. You and Jensen were so close, but it still made you mad since you both had tried so hard to stay platonic.
He stood silent for a few moments, “Alright. Can we go inside and talk about this?”
He grabbed the bags out of the truck and followed you inside. You led him through the laundry room and into the main house. You noticed he looked around to take everything in. The house itself wasn’t huge, but you’d also gotten creative with the design. Hidden spaces, secret doors, everything you’d ever wanted in a house when you were a kid. 
Jensen put the bags on the counter in the kitchen and started putting things away. You got out a couple plates and started making the two of you something to eat. Silently, you handed him a plate with a pb&j on it.
He sighed loudly, “I asked her if she – misplaced anything from you. She denied it. It wasn’t just her jealousy. It was the lying and manipulation that hurt the most. I’m ashamed to say that I started to believe it. There was a lot more I wasn’t even aware of.” He took a bite of the sandwich. “I asked what her relationship with Dan was,” he continued. “She insisted nothing was going on and that he was stalking her.”
“Did you believe her?”
“At that point, I didn’t know what was real and what was a lie. After that, I knew not to trust her word.”
“I wouldn’t believe a single word that comes out of her mouth in the future, either.” Jensen looked at you with an expression that told you he was done for the moment.
“Finish up and I’ll show you around the house,” you told him.
He took another bite and talked with his mouth full, “All I’m interested in is the bedroom.”
“Your mother will be shocked at your table manners, sir,” you said. “Also, you’re a perv.”
“Stop. You’re the perv. I was sweet and innocent until I met you,” he countered.
“So now it’s my fault you’re like this?”
“I said what I said,” he smirked, looking you over, his eyes resting on his favorite places.
You didn’t know what to say either to his words, or his scrutiny. “Alright then,” was all you could muster.
Jensen woke you up in the morning in the most pleasant way. Eventually, you both made use of your extra large, spa shower. You couldn’t help but stare at him. You stood in the shower and stretched as the hot water ran over your body. You could see the reflection of Jensen behind you at the 2nd separate shower. He was already looking at you like you were his next meal…again. You turned to face him and returned the gaze. He’d always been fit, but the muscle he’d put on for The Boys, and the work on the mountain had maintained it, was something to behold. He stood staring back at you as he washed his torso, a little, pleased smile on his face.
“You’re staring,” he noticed.
You rinsed your hair, “It’s like looking at a marble statue.” You stepped across the stall to where he stood, reaching out to trace the lines of the muscles on his arms, shoulders, and torso. “Are you going to keep these?”
He stepped backwards into the water to rinse the soap. Stepping forward again, he flexed a little, “You like ‘em?”
“I don’t mind ‘em. It’s kinda hot, but you’re just hot anyway,” you said. Your fingers traced the ‘V’ that formed at his waist, loving the sounds it elicited from him. “Love the hair and beard, too. The beard needs a bit of a trim, but still, dirty hot look for you definitely works for me.”
“Depends on the next role, but the beard is driving me crazy. Takes too much damn time to maintain. Same with this mop,” he said finishing up his routine. He suspected if he didn’t get out of the shower soon, they would need to wash up again.
“Such little butt, though. Nice shape. Not flat, but little,” you observed.
You turned to grab your conditioner and Jensen shut off the water on his side.
“Do you want me to keep it?” he asked.
“It’s good for ‘sports’ but I would have climbed that scrawny kid I knew way back in the day,” you said. “That sounds terrible.”
“Not everyone can have a perfect ass like you,” he said and gave your butt a solid smack, the sound amplified by your surroundings.
Reeling, not only from the stinging of your buttock, but also from the rush of heat to your lady parts. Rubbing the now hot skin on your butt, you called after him, “I still have you!”
He just laughed and added, “Touche!” as he wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom. Almost as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, something felt off. His clothes were in the bedroom and needed to grab the bag. Brushing the feeling aside, he walked through her closet into the bedroom. His peripheral vision caught the small dark figure near the door at the same time as a soft gasp met his ears, making him freeze in his tracks. His hand immediately went to his towel to make sure it didn’t go anywhere.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my daughter’s house?” the woman asked.
He pushed his shaggy hair back off his forehead with his free hand and turned to look at Y|N’s tiny mother.
“Hi Deb,” he said, feeling very, very self-aware as it took her a moment to recognize him.
“J-Jensen?! Oh my god!” She quickly covered her eyes. “I didn’t know you kids were back in town. I was just coming over to check on the house, water the mail and check the plants. Oh god, you know what I mean! Where’s Y|N?”
If it had been happening to anyone else, he might have found it funny how Y|N clearly got some of her more amusing traits from her mother. Instead, he was beyond mortified that her mother had now seen him nearly naked and obviously sleeping with her daughter. “Finishing up in the shower,” he hated the awkward pause. Pointing back toward the bathroom, he said, “I’m just going to go…” he trailed off and took long strides back through the closet to the bathroom.
Y|N was out of the shower in a robe and was putting her hair up in a towel when he walked in.
“Babe,” he waited for her to look up. “Your mom is here,” he pointed, “IN your room.”
You looked at Jensen and how pink he looked and nearly naked. One plush towel was the only thing saving his modesty. The image of your disheveled bed flashed into your mind’s eye and you’d obviously just gotten out of the shower right after Jensen.
“I guess I don’t have to tell her we’re together,” you chuckled.
“Do you have another one of those robes?” he asked.
You shook your head. “I’ll be right back,” you told him and gave him a quick kiss. “Don’t worry, Mom loves you.”
Quickly, you went to your room and gave your mom the “one second” hand signal, grabbed Jensen’s bag and took it to the bathroom for him. He mouthed a relieved “thank you” and took the bag from you. Back out in your room, your mom was still standing by the door waiting for you to return.
“Oh my god, honey, I didn’t know you were both here. I came in through the front door, I didn’t even know you were home. What happened out there? Is he okay? I think we were both pretty shocked,” she said all at once.
Your mom was well aware of what had been going on in Jensen’s personal life. Donna and she still talked fairly regularly. “It’s okay, Mom, he’ll live,” you chuckled. Your mom had a funny smile on her face. “How about you? Are you okay? Did you get an eyeful?” you teased.
She put her hand on your arm, “Honey.”
“I know,” you chuckled again.
“So you two got together finally?” She looked hopeful.
You smirked and thought of all the inappropriate things to say. “Yeah, we’re finally going to give ‘us’ a try. Please, don’t make a thing of it. I don’t want to jinx anything.”
“Y|N!” she smacked your arm. Her eyes went wide then a little teary. 
“You’re making it weird,” you told her. “He wants me to go with him to Texas and wherever else he needs to go. Guess I can quit the grocery store now.”
“You could have anyway. You don’t need that job at all,” she reminded you.
“I like the structure,” you told her.
“You know, I tried to call you.”
“I know. Soldier Boy threw me in the river and it was in my pocket,” you explained. “I made him buy me a new one.”
“Soldier Boy?”
“The reason he looks Hulked out. He was at his batcave and the physical work kept the muscle. It’s kinda hot.”
“I’ll say,” she mumbled.
“I’m telling him you said that.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Okay,” you laughed. “We’ll meet you downstairs, okay?”
You shuffled her out the door and gently closed it behind her. When you heard her on the steps, you went back to your bathroom. Jensen stood in there, fully dressed, looking like he was finding stuff to do until it was safe for him to step out.
“Smells expensive in here. Did you try all of my products, or just the ones that you thought smelled nice?” you asked.
He was studying the bottles of perfume. Finding the one he was looking for, he picked it up and showed it to you saying, “This one is my favorite. Warm and spicy, like you.”
“That’s my favorite, too,” you admitted. It was one you had found in one of the little shops near your hotel when you visited him in Rome. “I told my mom we would come down to talk with her. She’s going to want to know what the plan is for Texas and after.” You took the bottle of perfume from him and opened your robe to spray it on your body and put it back on the vanity.
“If we make it out of this room,” he said, snaking his hands inside the robe and pulling you to him. His hands moved over your bare skin.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Ackles,” you warned him.
His full lips met yours, parting for his tongue to gently mingle with yours, stoking the embers that seemed to always be threatening to ignite around him. His right hand went up your back between your shoulder blades while his left reached down to grasp your ‘perfect’ flesh. Your heart raced in your chest despite the somewhat tender moment. He broke the kiss, but held you still, not wanting to fully break the moment.
“Love you like crazy, Nova,” his eyes were closed, forehead touching yours.
Despite the heat from your body and his, his deep voice and breath on your face gave you goosebumps. “Love you so much, my sweet boy.” You smiled with your eyes closed as your hand went up the back of his neck.
“You better put some clothes on before we go down,” he said, sounding a little like Dean, his lips brushing your forehead before he kissed you.
He left you standing there in a little daze to collect yourself and get ready as quickly as you could to meet with your mother.
Mercifully, by the time you and Jensen went down to the kitchen, your mother had rallied and was pretending like she hadn’t just seen Jensen nearly naked. She was looking through the cupboards for something.
“Honey, where’s your Keurig pods?” she asked after hearing you enter the kitchen, but she still kept opening cupboard doors.
You went to the pantry and showed her what you had for your selections.
“You don’t have any coffee?” she asked.
“I only keep that around for you. When you were here last, you used the last one. We only got here last night, so I haven’t gone to the store yet.”
You thought you heard a grumble from behind you.
“I didn’t know you would be here either,” you said over your shoulder to Jensen.
“Well, how long are you kids going to be in town? Do you want to put in an order at the store? I could go pick it up for you,” she offered.
You moved to the end of the island to stand next to where Jensen was sitting.
“We haven’t really talked about how long we will be here. Jensen needs to go back to Texas to deal with some stuff and I want to go with him. We’re not in a huge rush to get down there, but we do need to go, soonish.”
Jensen nodded. “We didn’t get much of a chance to talk about it on the way here. I was thinking we could ease into it. Take care of as much as we can here, then go down, maybe in a week or less.”
“I think it’s going to be crazy once we get into the full swing of your career,” you looked at him.
“Um, your career is doing pretty well. I’ll probably be the one keeping up with you,” he said.
Your mom looked at you with wide eyes. “Are you going to go public? You, Y|N, with who you really are? I mean about your writing.”
You nodded. “At some point. That’ll make my manager and agent very happy…and publisher.”
Your mom clasped her hands together. “Oh thank god. Please do it soon! It has been so hard to keep this a secret for so long, especially from your brother. I think he suspects something but I don’t know what.”
“Drug dealer,” you joked.
Jensen perked up, “You didn’t tell him that, did you?”
“No,” you admitted, “but he probably thinks that.”
“No, he doesn’t,” your mom admonished, “but he will draw that conclusion soon if you don’t tell him soon. He wondered how you were able to build this house. So far, he’s buying your NRC cover.”
“The government pays well,” you noted.
“Be that as it may, you’ve got to at least tell your brother the truth,” she said.
“So he can ask for even more money?” you grumbled. “It would be one thing if it weren’t so frequent.”
“I’ll handle him, even if you don’t tell him. His feelings will be hurt if you don’t tell him before you go public.”
You looked at Jensen. He shrugged, “Deb has a point.”
“Yeah, I know,” you admitted. It had been a long time since it all began. He didn’t really ‘deserve’ to know, in your opinion, but he should know, you supposed. “I guess I better make a to-do list of shit to get done while we’re here.”
“I know, and he’s terrible about keeping a secret. Anyway, I should go,” your mom said. “You two probably have a lot to take care of while you’re here.” She picked up her purse. “Let me know if you need me to run any errands for you.”
“Thanks, Mom,” you said.
She patted Jensen’s shoulder, “I was always rooting for you kiddo. I’m happy for you both.”
Your mom was going to leave it at that, but Jensen turned toward her. “Thanks, Deb,” he said and hugged her. “I feel like we’ve gotten closer today.”
They parted and your mom was blushing again.
“I’m so sorry, I was just so surprised,” she said.
Jensen chuckled, “Don’t worry about it. It was good to see you.”
“It was good to see you, too,” she said innocently. Then the realization of the double meaning washed over her features before she practically ran to the door.
“Now I understand where you get it,” Jensen smiled.
“She’s my mom, not blind. She’s always appreciated a hot guy,” you told him. You reached out to touch his neck. “This grizzly look is working, big time.”
“I don’t know if I can wait for Texas to get this cut. Do you have any scissors, razors, clippers or anything?” he asked.
“I do, but you’re getting the dullest ones I have,” you told him. You sighed, “We can probably get some at the store when we get groceries.” 
You could feel the cosmic pressure to get back to work coming from your agent, publisher, and manager. You gave Jensen a quick tour of the house but you eventually ended up at your desk in your office. You tapped the ctrl button a few times to wake up your system. Jensen left for a few moments while you opened your emails. You knew he’d noticed your secret, but you waited and kept reading.
After you answered a couple emails, Jensen reappeared to ask, “What’s with this wall?”
You tried to look confused, “It’s a bookshelf? I think I need one of those cool rolling ladder things.”
“You should definitely do that,” he pointed a finger at you for emphasis, but turned back toward the wall of shelves. “But…something is off…”
“What do you mean? Is something out of place?” you got up to join him. He was so close to discovering your secret.
Jensen scanned the shelves until his eyes fell on a book that seemed out of place from the others.
“Nova, you are the coolest chick I’ve ever known.” He stepped forward and tipped his head to the side to read the spine of one of the books. “Aerospace Engineering. Now I know you do a lot of research, and are smart as hell, but I read all of the Whiskey Hollow books and Bart wasn’t engineering shit.”
“Okay, smartass. How about you check the inside cover. It’s inscribed to me,” you gave him a playful shove.
Jensen reached for the top of the book to pull it off the shelf. When he grasped the top corner of the book and began to pull, there was a soft click and the bookshelf moved.
“No you did not do a secret library door! Where does it go? Can I go in? There isn’t a trapdoor for me to fall through is there? I can’t believe you Scooby-Doo’d your office.”
You went to the bookcase and pushed on the right side while pulling on the left. The bookcase moved easily and quietly opened like a regular door. It locked into the open position and the lights inside the room turned on to reveal both a spiral staircase going down and a room you had turned into a quiet office for your zoom meetings. It worked great for the meetings where you needed to focus and not get distracted, looking out the window.
It was cute to watch him. He looked like a kid in a candy store. The walls in the open space of the room were covered in a mural of muted greens and grays, displaying a misty forest scene and the lighting was adjustable to your mood.
Jensen stuck his head inside the booth and poked around looking at the mic and camera, but his eyes kept going toward the staircase.
“There is a trapdoor next to the staircase, but it isn’t a drop door,” you said as you motioned to the stairs, “After you, sir.”
Jensen went to the spiral staircase and looked down into the darkness.
“Make sure you use the handrail,” you told him.
Eager to discover more surprises, he rested his hand on the rail and began the descent. The lights turned on and got brighter as he went down each step. He immediately stopped, lifted his hands and took another stop to test his theory. He then ran his hands up and down the rails and the lights dimmed or brightened with the motions.
“Coo-ooo-ool,” he said then ambled all the way down the stairs which ended facing directly into the big surprise you’d incorporated into your house, just for him. “You did this for me?”
He went to look at each guitar, instrument and piece of equipment you had gathered for his in-home recording studio.
“How? Why? Babe… this is too much,” he said, though his voice was still far away, exploring and marveling at the gift.
“I hoped,” you began, “I hoped, that someday, you would be here and could use it. And… that you and I would be where we are now… You probably don’t even know you sing along to the radio, like, all the time. If you’re not singing, it’s humming. I wanted you to have a place like this where you could be creative if you wanted to. You never know when inspiration might hit.”
He was still quiet looking at things, “I tried to involve you in this, but I called some guys you know and they helped me pick out the right pieces and equipment,” you explained. “I didn’t mean for this to be a surprise. I just wanted you to be happy here. Happy to come visit.”
Jensen put down the acoustic guitar he’d been strumming and crossed the floor to where you stood watching him. He stood over you looking down into your eyes. You saw they had gone a deep green color as he looked into yours. His hands cupped your face and neck as he spoke softly to you.
“I want you to hear me and take this to heart, my Nova, as long as you’re with me, I’m a happy guy. I hope I never made you feel like I didn’t want to be around you. Hell, I even asked you to move closer to me,” he pulled you to him, his lips pressing to yours, one arm around you, the other touching your face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t around when you needed me, but I promise, I’m all yours.” He turned his head to the side, leaning down to kiss you again.
He broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. You were still floating somewhere close to heaven with your eyes still closed.
“It was Steve, wasn’t it?” his voice rumbled, breath on your face. His fingertip traced your lower lip.
“Steve who?” you were in a love daze.
“Carlson,” he kissed your jaw near your ear.
“Mhm,” you ran your hand through his hair, “and Jason, too.”
He moved to your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “You’re mine.”
“They really liked helping me,” you prodded. “They’ve even been here before you. …and stayed overnight.”
“Never again,” he said against your neck, his beard scratching your skin.
“You’re not jealous, are you?” you asked, playfully.
The way he rocked and swayed with your body, it almost felt like you were dancing.
“You’ll never have to wonder where I am, or how much I love you, ever again,” he said.
“Why are you so sweet to me?”
“I give back what I receive,” he said simply, kissing you softly. “You set a high bar.”
You composed yourself and remembered you needed to get back to work.
“Hey, give it all a try and the amps. I won’t be able to hear a thing with the soundproofing,” you went back toward the stairs. “I really need to get back to work.”
He gave you a look of longing, but also a thumbs-up as a signal that he heard you and was already looking at his options. When you got upstairs, you left open the bookcase so you could hear him anyway. He could sing the alphabet and you would want to hear him. Steve and Jason had both been at your house at the same time for one visit and they had their own little jam session down there to test out all of the equipment. With all of the soundproofing, being in the basement, and closing the bookcase, you’d forgotten they were even there until they emerged several hours later.
Once you’d gotten resettled at your desk, you were disappointed to find that your unread emails and open documents were still there, unread and unfinished. Resolving to at least get through your emails, you trained your focus to your computer screen.
When the emails were all read and responses sent, you decided to take a break at your desk and listen to the music coming from below. You heard the last of “The Sounds of Someday” before he started “City Grown Willow”.
The lyrics to “City Grown Willow” had always resonated with you and you didn’t know why. It just felt like it was mean for your ears. It just hit differently now. The video he and Steve had done… the lyrics… it was almost like he’d been calling out to you with the song. You passed off the notion as wishful thinking and got back to work on the screenplay. It would be the introduction of Hobart and Lillian to the viewers who may not be familiar with the books, but also, you wanted to stay somewhat true to the first book, while assuming the viewers half-way know what’s going on in the universe.
The software package you bought was a life-saver and you were flying through pages and pages of script. Dialog had always been easy for you. Hearing the character’s voices had always been very clear for you. Thankfully, describing setting didn’t need to be wildly descriptive and it was the content of the scenes that were more important.
Whiskey Hollow had lived in your mind for years, but it was somewhat difficult to reintroduce the characters because they had come so far since the beginning. Thankfully, you still had your written notes and outlines from your original book and that was an incredible help. With your notes handy, you wouldn’t reveal too much, too soon.
It wasn’t until Jensen arrived with a bowl of cereal and a drink that you realized how much time had passed or that he’d even left the studio.
“Figured you might need that,” he said, pulling up a chair to eat with you.
“I’m sorry, Jay, I got in a groove and I had to go with it,” you explained.
“No worries,” he waved you off. “I got carried away down there, too. You did great with it. Whole thing,” he waved his hand in a circle, “A plus.”
“Well, you can thank Jason and Steve. They were a big help.”
“It was your idea. So I’m thanking you. I can’t believe you did that.”
You only shrugged. It didn’t seem extreme to you. You’d only wanted a space for Jensen to be creative in a way you knew he would love and not be held back by anything it could be lacking…but you did realize the truth of it.
“I think that, though my brain knew we were not a couple, my heart didn’t listen and wanted…to express my love for you,” you couldn’t believe you admitted it out loud. “Some people’s love language is touch, mine is outlandish gifts.”
He nodded as he chewed his cereal. “I know you don’t love people touching you, pretty much ever, but I love that you let me. Touch is my language and… it makes me feel important, special, that you shower me with your attention.” He took another bite of cereal, “I put a lot of what’s going on in here,” he tapped his temple, “into the songs I write with Steve. It’s not a love language, exactly, but… it also is.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you’ve heard me perform. I’ve seen your vinyls of mine…” he was getting shy. “Do you have a favorite song?”
“Off My Mind,” you answered quickly.
Jensen smiled, “Yeah, that’s a good one. We ran with that one. I was feeling a certain kind of way with that one.” 
“Did you write that?”
“It was mostly Steve, but I put in my two cents. Any others, maybe off volume 2?” he asked.
““City Grown Willow”,” you answered.
“"City Grown Willow" is about you,” he said simply. 
“What?”
“Us,” he said, pointing back and forth between you and himself.
When you just sat staring at him in confusion and disbelief, he continued, “That video call, that one in December 2019.”
“The one where you didn’t get my spot on Edna Mode impression?”
“I know who she is now. Good movie.”
“I know…”
“Can I tell you this or not?”
“I’m sorry, please, go on,” you chuckled.
“After that call, it kicked things in motion. You were on my mind a lot and I needed time to process. Wrote the song to kind of push things out and into being.”
You remembered that call quite well and what he’d just said made you ask, “So talking to me made you realize that you had love feelings for me. You tried to stay with Dee, ultimately divorcing. Then you write the song. Then you go out and shag everything with boobs. Get into a situation. Text me the most cryptic text you’ve ever sent, and that’s saying something, and went into hiding hoping I would come find you.”
“When you put it like that, it doesn’t sound as good. We can edit that when our grandkids ask us about our story.”
“We’re having grandkids?”
Jensen shrugged and took a drink of the milk in his bowl. “We’ve been ‘shagging’ like rabbits for weeks…I know I wasn’t using anything, were you?”
“Holy crap,” you said. “I didn’t even think about it. I’m getting a little – seasoned. We better get to the store and pick up some tests, just in case. I didn’t think you wanted kids, Jay.”
“I didn’t think I did. I didn’t think it would be a good idea until now,” he said.
“What changed your mind?” you wanted to know.
“The right partner,” he answered. He seemed apprehensive, “I want you to know it’s okay if we don’t. I know you went through stuff with Dan…”
“For the record, before you say more, you came for me when I needed you, too. And while I was very sad to lose that pregnancy, I didn’t want to have a child with him. I felt really guilty about that for a long time, but I knew he wasn’t the one.”
“--are we doing this?” he asked.
“I don’t know. This is kind of out of nowhere, Jay. I don’t even know if my body can handle it at this point. What if I decide you’re a douchebag and kick you to the curb? What if I’m not the best thing since sliced bread and you decide you want soup?”
“Sweetheart, I’m a sandwich guy and that’s not gonna change. Not now, not ever,” he said with finality.
“You’re such a dork, though! Oh my god. What if I’m pregnant right now and this kid gets your sense of humor? I don’t know if I could take it from two of you!” 
“You’d love it,” he said playfully.
You avoided his gaze for a few moments, feeling a little overwhelmed. You hadn’t even thought about your cycle since before you left. You didn’t even know if you could have kids at this point in your life. It was possible, of course, but risky. “Jay, let’s not rush things, okay? I… I’m a little skittish after everything. Dan and Grant and all of the other disasters, I just… they all cheated on me and treated me like shit, used me for whatever reason… As my friend, I trust you implicitly…”
“I understand,” he raised a hand, as though to indicate, ‘say no more’. “I don’t want to rush either. I’m just saying if it happens, I’m going to be happy about it, and if it doesn’t, I’m good, too. I love what we have going on right now, too.”
“Are you sure?”
“Babe. I promise. You can trust me. Always.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s go get some groceries,” he said.
“Hold on now,” you said, finishing your cereal and milk. “How long do you plan on being here? I don’t want to buy a bunch of food only to throw it out.”
He leaned back in his chair, extending his legs to go across your lap. Absently, your hands rested on his legs. Jensen stretched his whole body shit his hands clasped on top of his head.
“How does staying the week and leaving on Saturday morning sound? IF we drive all day, we’d get there Saturday night.”
“Do you have your own place down there, or did you get to keep the house?” you asked.
“I let her keep the house,” he said. “It was never really mine. She picked just about everything. I got a little place on Lake Austin. It’s small, but it is secure, has a good view and access to the lake.”
“What did you do with the Impala,” you were suddenly fearful. “You still have it, right? Tell me she didn’t try to take it from you.”
“No, I made it clear there would be pushback if she tried. Clif is looking after it for me, for now. Also, she wanted a prenup and I signed it. I don’t go after her stuff, nor she mine. Another reason I didn’t want to have kids with her.”
“What do you mean?”
“If we’d had a kid, she could get half of my shit and alimony and child support.”
A thought sprung to your mind and you didn’t know if you should ask it or not.
“I can see your wheels spinning. Just ask.”
“Is there any-thing that is going to come back and bite you in the ass?” you asked.
“No?” he pulled his legs from your lap.
“Jay… I don’t trust her. I just get the feeling this isn’t over with her. She’s going to lose her mind when she finds out about us.”
“She can be mad all she wants. Divorce was final four months ago.”
“Okay, let’s go get some food,” you said, not wanting to discuss it any further. You just couldn’t shake that feeling of dread regarding anything to do with his ex wife. She didn’t strike you as one to give up on someone she wanted, or let go of a goal. She played the long-con for years and did what she could to keep you away from Jensen during that time.
“Can we make your pasta?” he asked.
You grabbed your bowl. “I told you you’d get hooked on it.”
Jensen drove you both into town to the local grocery store. Your little town has changed a lot over the years, including the grocery store. When you were growing up, there were two stores. Nowe there was only one and it was in a brand new building and location.
Jensen wore jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and a trucker hat. He looked funny with his hair smashed down and his beard sticking out. It was the little things that mattered though. He took your hand when you walked through the parking lot. Little touches as you shopped. The need to be separate, to hide your feelings, was gone.
People said hello to you both. Jensen got some second looks, but nothing to make them stop and ask questions. A few of the people you worked with stopped to chat and Jensen continued on shipping. When he found you again, your former boss, former classmate, and former neighbor, Brian was chatting you up.
“You look great, Y|N. You look really happy. What have you been doing?” he asked.
Apparently, Brian hadn’t noticed Jensen approaching. You turned at the sound of the cart and Jensen making noise as he got closer. Somehow, he’d taken on a rougher version of Dean, one who’d seen too much and he looked quite imposing.
“Me. She’s been doing me, Brian,” he said reading his nametag. 
The blush in your face was rising. He could never just be cool when a guy was talking to you.
“Brian, this is Jay. Jay, this is Brian, whom I just told I quit. I’ve also known him since we were kids,” you introduced your guy to your friend.
“Huh. Me too,” Jensen said. “Good to meet you, Brian.” He extended his hand to the other man. “Baby, I got us set for the week. Are you ready to go home?” his voice was full Dean and half an octave lower.
Dominance Asserted.
“Yes, hon, I’m ready. Did you find what you wanted?” you replied.
“Sure did,” he planted a kiss on you. He pulled you and the cart with him, leaving Brian behind you.
The two of you went to the register and a high school kid you didn’t know rang up your selections. She was quick and friendly and barely gave Jensen any attention. You paid and thanked her and left with Jensen pushing the cart to the truck.
“Jay? You good?” you were putting bags into the back of the truck.
“Do you know everyone here?” he asked.
You nodded, “Kinda. It’s a pretty small town and I did work here… Didn’t like Brian, huh?”
He shook his head, “Nope. He was looking at you like you were a full meal after being half-starved.”
“Seriously? I’ve known him since his family came to town. Literally my next-door neighbor.”
“Yep, dead serious. Maybe he didn’t ‘see’ you then, but he does now. Does Br-i-an know how you wrecked your friend’s bike when you were seven?”
Jensen put the cart away with emphasis. It crashed to a stop in the coral.
“Jay!” he stopped in front of you. “Only my immediate family, Lance’s family, and you know about that accident. My love,” you patted his chest, “wild horses couldn’t take me from you, you know that, right?”
He grumbled, “Nova, I don’t think you realize how hot you are. You could wear a burlap sack and I’d still want to do dirty things with you. People are always drawn to you. Friggin Glen practically ran to talk to you.”
“Glen is an old man,” you laughed, “and you were being an aloof mountain man. I think he was worried for me.”
“Old, not dead,” he said.
“Ooookay, I think you’re blowing things out of proportion. I know who I’m going home with and it sure as shit isn’t Brian…who is a total douche, by the way. Constantly cheats on his wife. And definitely not with crusty Glen. I’m the one who is supposed to be neurotic, not you.”
He sighed heavily, “It’s just that… I’ll tell you later. Let’s get out of here.”
At your house, you and Jensen got the groceries put away and he’d gotten back to his normal self. You hadn’t forgotten what he’d said and your curiosity was killing you. It had gotten close enough to dinner that the two of you could start preparing food.
Jensen helped cut the tomatoes while Y|N did the rest of the food prep. She hated cutting the tomatoes and it was the least he could do to help out if she was willing to do the rest. By the time the water was boiling, he had half of the tomatoes done and in the bowl where she was steadily adding the green onions and other ingredients. When the tomatoes were added to the bowl, he excused himself to get cleaned up for dinner and grabbed the bag that held his purchases from the pharmacy.
Upstairs in the bathroom he pulled the boxes out of the bag and saw the pregnancy tests at the bottom. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to be a father, but if Y|N was pregnant, he was happy to be a parent with her. Seeing them also reminded him of things he didn’t want to remember. He had to tell himself that Y|N was not at all like Dee and wouldn’t do what she had done. Normally, he was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, but the last few years had severely tested his resolve.
He set up the clippers and got to work. He didn’t take off too much since he didn’t know what the next job would need… if he got another job. He just hoped there would be a next job. Tomorrow, he would start making calls. Hopefully his career was salvageable. 
Y|N had asked him if he wanted to retire. He supposed she asked because she already knew the answer. He didn’t want to retire and she had already pulled him out of headspace that had been quickly going down that path. It was hard being around her again and not think about all of the things Dee had been trying to brainwash him with. Despite knowing Y|N so well and trusting her, Dee had managed to cast doubt inside him.
“Everything is going to work out,” Y|N had told him. “Tomorrow, I’m going to show you how to use everything and you’re going to get back on track. Maybe you can finally start that production company you’ve always wanted to do, too. Maybe quietly start developing shows, actively look for new ideas and writers who are also in love with you.”
Dee had never said anything like that to him, never been so encouraging. He should have known not to doubt Y|N. She was always in his corner and had never waivered. He flipped on the clippers and set about taming his overgrown beard. There was no denying she made him happy. Hell, he couldn’t get enough of her. All he wanted to do was be around her, to touch her, to love her. It was nice to shower affection on her and have it returned rather than withheld. After all she had been through, it seemed like she needed it, too. Maybe they just needed it from one another. 
You took the candle stick holders from the mantle and put them on the table in the dining room. The pasta definitely wasn’t a romantic dinner, but you wanted to make it special somehow. Jensen was probably going to be very busy in the lead up to going back to Texas and you had a lot of writing you needed to get done. That morning was a good start, but there was so much more to do.
You were busy getting the candles set up and the bowls dished when Jensen reappeared, looking very over-dressed for a simple home meal. And yet, also slightly casual. He was rolling up the sleeves on a white, button down shirt, which was neatly tucked into black dress pants. No belt. No socks. Somehow, he’d managed to tame his glorious mane of hair and had it brushed back from his face. His tan skin enhancing his good looks and green eyes.
“Whoa,” you heard yourself say.
He looked up with his eyes and gave you a wry smile as he finished cuffing his sleeve.
“I am wildly underdressed…It’s really not fair that you make this whole combo look so fucking hot. Absolutely ridiculous.”
“You can take your clothes off,” he put his hands in his pockets, not moving from the dining room entry. He could see you thinking about going to change your clothes. “No. Not change. Off. Or as you are.”
Goddaaaaaamn. He raised an eyebrow in question at you. “I choose my modesty, I guess.”
“Hmm.” He entered the room and pulled a chair out for you to sit at the head of the table. He pulled the palm of your hand to his lips, your fingers touching his beard, which felt softer.
The man made you feel giddy inside. Of course, you’d been friends forever and he’d always given your heart a rush, but your relationship had shifted dramatically the day you found him at his cabin. 
“Jay – you don’t have to try to be someone else for me, you know that, right?” you asked. “You don’t have to be Dean, or anyone else. I just want my friend and confidant.
Jensen seated himself to your right. “I’m not trying to be anyone else. Now that you and I are together, I get to show you all sides of me…the ones I couldn’t show you until you found me on that mountain.”
You took a bit of food and reached for his hand. He took it and held it on the table. “You held back?”
He nodded, “Mhm, big time.” His thumb stroked the top of your hand.
“Me, too,” you admitted. “Like every time. Was it like that for you, too?”
He nodded again, taking a smaller bite, “Had to.”
A couple of bites passed with him holding your hand on the table top. “Were you –in love–with me–the whole time, too? Cuz–I was–with you.”
Jensen let go of your hand, used his napkin, then leaned way over to kiss you. “Mhm.”
It took you a few moments to collect yourself after that. You knew you would never get tired of hearing him say things like that to you. When your heart and stomach stopped jittering, you got out your phone  and told your sound system to play music. You and Jensen chatted over your meal and you were using your elbow and the palm of your hand to hold up your head. You couldn’t help but stare at him. His skin was tan, hair somewhat lightened due to being in the sun, his green eyes shining. White button down shirt highlighting his already ridiculously good looks. The music was playing and invading your thoughts while you appreciated the view.
“Can you dance like John Travolta?” you asked.
His fork stopped before reaching his lips, “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Only John Travolta can dance like John Travolta.”
“Hmm,” you smirked. “Stayin’ Alive’ was playing when it finally hit you who Jensen had been reminding you of with his glorious mane. “Barry Fucking Gibb!”
“Maurice Gibb,” he said confused. “The hell are we doing, naming BeeGees?”
You sat staring at him, both shocked and proud of yourself for finally pin-pointing who he’d been reminding you of.
“Oh my god!” you laughed and clapped your hands over your mouth. “No! You’re reminding me of Barry Gibb!”
“That’s not funny.”
“Yes it fucking is!’ you laughed. “Oh god, do I think Barry Gibb is hot?”
“That’s it, it’s coming off tomorrow,” he grumped.
You sat considering his thick hair. You’d really gotten to like running your fingers through it. “We could really complete the look with a spectacular blowout.”
“Woman, if you come near me with a blow dryer, I swear…”
“You’ll spank me?”
He put his fork down and wiped his mouth. “You’re filthy. You’ve spent too much time around ex-cops and ex-military.”
“No, I’ve always been like this, I just couldn’t say it before. You always had a lady on your arm,” you paused, “Does it bother you?”
He smirked, “No. I guess not. Guess we need to get to know each other again.”
“In a new way,” you agreed.
When you woke the next morning, it was not to Jensen’s kisses. He wasn’t even in the bed with you. You’d reached to touch the spot where he had lain and it was cold. Still waking up. Your brain wasn’t processing information. You looked around trying to figure out where he’d gone. Only briefly, you wondered if you’d dreamed it all. Then the sound of a song softly sung reached your ears. It wasn’t quite the deeper tone of Steve’s voice, but you recognized “Off My Mind” right away. 
Getting out of bed, you went into your bathroom and found Jensen in front of the mirror with the trashcan on the counter under him. He hummed the song when he was on his neck, then would vocalize the lyrics when he cleaned the counter of the bits that missed the trash.
Catching you watching, he said, “Good morning, Sunshine.”
You thought maybe you grunted in response. Jensen asked, “You gonna miss it?” He was taking off what was left of the beard. He turned the clippers back on and another soft plop of beard landed in the bin.
Moving to where he stood, you leaned against the counter with your back to the mirror. You’d caught a glimpse of yourself and were not impressed. You shrugged slightly, “It’ll be nice to see your face again. Are you taking it all off?”
“I was thinking I’d leave some. Dean still looks back at me sometimes,” he said. “I should have just taken it all off last night. Thought I’d be able to stand it a little longer.”
“Do you miss him?” you asked.
He nodded and continued taking the beard down to a thin layer. 
“I miss him, too. It’s okay with me if he shows up once in a while. It was really hard watching that last episode,” you paused, remembering. “I probably won’t ever watch it again, though.”
“That bad?”
“That traumatizing,” you said. You could feel yourself getting emotional. “Not only did I have to watch Dean die, I felt like I was watching you die, too. You and Dean are so intertwined, it felt so real. To have Dean go out like that… the writers did you dirty. I get why they did it, but I hate it! Dean deserved to be happy and have a life, too.” The tears were welling up. “If you ever bring him back, please, let someone love him. Someone who loves him for exactly who he is.” The tears broke over your cheeks.
He took a step to the side to hold you, “Baby, I had no idea you felt that way.”
“I know!” you mumbled into his chest, still crying. “You had me on radio silence and I had to suffer alone.”
“He had to die sometime,” he rubbed your back.
“Not like that! Not so young! They barely left room for you guys to come back. And don’t give me that bullshit about COVID and needing to make changes. They did not need to kill Dean in a dirty BARN with a random piece of absurdly large rebar in shitty lighting. Give me Dabb’s phone number.”
He squeezed you once more before letting you go and resuming shaving.
“I’m not giving you his number,” he said.
“Well…okay,” you sputtered, “but I’m going to fix it. I’m gonna plot out a whole thing and my sweet Dean will live.”
“Like fan fiction?” he asked, still shaving. Large clumps of beard falling into the trash can.
“No, not like fan fiction, butthole. Like a fully plotted out, written scripts that will fucking resolve that bullshit.”
“Don’t you have a whole movie to write?” he asked.
“Listen, Ackles,” you gave him tone and he grinned knowing he zinged you. “O’ll make it happen. Just you wait.”
“Okay,” he chuckled. “You do that. Can I help plot it out with you?”
“Of course!” you were feeling better now and excited about the prospect of potentially bringing your favorite character back to life.
Jensen put the final guard on the clippers and ran it over his face. He made sure he got any long pieces he may have missed, then cleaned up the mess he’d made on the counter. You were patiently waiting for him to show you his face. It still surprised you how long his hair had gotten, though.
“How long were you growing out your hair, for real?” you asked. “You were up there a couple months, but this grow out is a good six months or more.”
“About that,” he agreed.
“Do you want me to take some length off? I have scissors somewhere,” you offered. “Can’t guarantee it’ll look good, but I’ll leave enough a pro can fix it.”
“Knock yourself out,” he agreed and sat on your vanity chair.
Grabbing a towel, all of your hair clips, brush and comb, you got ready to cut Jensen’s hair. You draped the towel around his shoulders and reached around from behind to clip the towel together in front of him.
She brushed his hair, running her fingers through with each pass. Her nails scratched his scalp as she seemingly massaged his head.
“Mm. Your scalp is tense. How is your scalp tense?” 
“Might be because I have a nearly naked woman dancing around and touching me all over,” he remarked.
She looked down at her bare legs under his shirt. “So…if I lifted my arms above my head like this,” she flashed him, “that do anything for ya?”
It really did. He didn’t know why it was so hot when women wear their partner’s clothes, but it was. The shape of her ass just barely concealed.
“Yep. Like it. Like it a lot,” he was trying not to think about it.
“Oh…okay,” she said, and he knew she would tease him the whole time she cut his hair.
She brushed it back and tried his hair in different styles. He just let her do her thing until she could picture the style she wanted.
“Too bad, Barry Gibb is pretty hot on you,” she teased and got to sectioning his hair.
When she was done, he’d gotten his face full of her at least three times, and two views of her butt in the mirror. She took off about three inches of hair from all over his head. She brushed it again and checked her work, looking for missed, long hairs. She then got out the clippers and shaved his neck and evened out the line of hair. He was then given a mirror so she could check the final product while she cleaned up the floor gracing him with one luxurious view of her backside.
“That’s a lot of hair, hon,” she said, putting the clippings in the trash. “So?”
“Actually, not bad.”
“Really, or are you trying not to hurt my feelings?” she asked.
“Baby, I would tell you,” he assured her.
“Alright, let’s get some breakfast going. Then I can show you how to use all of the equipment,” she said.
After breakfast, you showed Jensen all of the things and where you kept your cheat sheets for him to use if needed. He seemed to catch on fairly quickly and you left him to it so you could get your own work done. Almost as soon as you got on your computer, you got a zoom call from your manager, Eleanor Mitchellhill.
“It’s very early in the day, Eleanor,” you answered the phone. An icy chill flowed through your screen.
“It’s not early here Y|N,” she snipped in her British accent. “Where the hell have you been? It took you longer than a couple weeks.”
“I was in an undisclosed location spending time with my friend who needed me,” you explained.
“Does this friend have a name?” she pressed.
“Elle…,” you stalled, “I don’t think you need his name yet.”
“Oh, I see,” she drew out the word. “It’s a he. Is this man the reason you’re practically glowing?” she wanted to know.
“You could say that,” you nodded.
“Well, whatever fuels your fire, I suppose,” she acquiesced. “We will come back to this soon enough.”
“I don’t need a background check, Elle,” you said, “but you’re right, we will need to talk about him later. I need a week. He needs to go to Texas.”
“And you need to go with him?” she guessed.
You sighed, “Elle, it’s complicated and yes, I’m going with him.”
“Can’t wait to hear about it in a week,” she said, dryly. “Right, let’s talk. For the love of all that is holy, when are we going to get you in the public eye? You’re cute as a button and the people will just eat you up. And my god, when they know about the mystery series…” she kissed her fingertips. “Perfection.”
“About that, I want to go public with the mystery series pen name first. The romance one, I don’t want to do yet. And I want to go public with the mystery one when the movie is about to release. Like, on the promotion circuit.”
“I suppose you’ve already talked to Jan about this?” she asked.
You nodded, “She’s aware. I also told her that when I get this script done, I want Jensen Ackles to get a shot at playing Hobart. So if he does, you’re gonna be okay with it.”
Eleanor leaned back in her chair, “Why would I need to do that?”
“He’s my friend, Elle, and I based the character on him. There really isn’t anyone better to play him.”
Eleanor sat quietly, just staring at you while she thought. “Alright. Now get that script done. And as soon as you get to Texas, I expect a call, immediately, Y|N.”
“Understood,” you confirmed.
After a few more calls and answered emails, you were able to get in some steady work and the words flew from your fingertips into the script. It was like you were putting what you could see so clearly in your head into the script. You still had the notes from when you wrote the first book so it flowed really well. The story of Whiskey Hollow was precious to you and it would have been hard for you to let anyone take over writing the script for the movie adaptation. You just hoped that what you were creating would be appealing to whichever studio wanted the script. Jan, your agent, would be working hard to find takers and you wanted to give it your best effort.
A few days later, you and Jensen had put in three very long days doing all manner of work on your script and getting his affairs in order. You had written a ton in the script and were nearing completion, but something had come up that needed to be dealt with. Your brother and mom were coming over and you were not looking forward to finally telling him your big secret.
You sat on the couch in your living room with a notebook and pen, jotting down a few words here and there as Jensen looked around while he waited. He liked to look at your things. He did it a lot when he would visit in the past. You supposed he just liked to get to know you by the items you kept, as well.
He turned toward the mantle. The light from outside shone on some glass pieces that had caught his eye. Stepping closer he realized the sparkle came from one of the crystal candlestick holders he’d sent her as a housewarming gift from himself and Danneel. Dee hadn’t wanted to sign the card, but he’d insisted. With one candlestick was the glass orb his mom had gifted her years ago and the Swarovski star he’d left for her at her apartment. Behind the glass art was a picture frame that held multiple pictures.
He needed to step closer to get a better look.
“Need my glasses?”  Y|N asked from the couch.
“Hush,” he returned. The pictures were of his family on various occasions through the years. He didn’t remember some of them.
“Where was I for this one?” he pointed to the picture in the top right location.
She put down her pen and paper to join him.
“Oh, I think you were in …shit…wherever Dawson’s Creek filmed… North Carolina?” she put her hand on his back. “Your mom said I was welcome to come by anytime I was in Dallas, so I did.”
“You did? How often did you go?” he was surprised she would go to his parents’ house without him also being there.
“Maybe once every two or three years. It was usually for work when you weren’t there. You knew when I was there for the conventions.”
He looked down at her, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“Well, I wasn’t there to see you,” she smiled. “I went to see your mom and dad…and have your mom’s cooking.” She got on her tiptoes for a quick kiss. “You’re hot as hell, but even my world doesn’t revolve around you.”
She moved to go back to the couch and her notebook. He put his arm around her to keep her close. “Hey,” he waited for her gaze to meet his, “you know I don’t think that, right?”
“I wondered sometimes,” she admitted.
“When?”
Her demeanor changed and she looked uncomfortable.
“You can tell me,” he tried to reassure her.
“That time you asked me to move to Austin, or LA, or Vancouver to be closer to you.” A harsh blush rose to her cheeks. “It felt like it was only to make you happy. You were with Dee and it made me feel like your side-piece, especially when I was sure you knew how I felt about you.”
It shocked him to hear her say it, but it was hard to deny her viewpoint. Neither one of them had been very good at concealing their feelings for each other, he was realizing. It had been selfish of him to ask, but he’d truly just wanted her closer… maybe he’d just been lying to himself a lot longer than he thought.
“I didn’t realize what I was doing. I shouldn’t have asked to put you in such an awkward position,” he held her tight to his chest. “Forgive me?”
“Of course,” she said. Her hand snaked up the back of his t-shirt, her nails scratching the skin of his back. “I was so close to saying, fuckit, but I would totally have tried to be a homewrecker.”
He remembered asking her and he remembered that they had gone to the fair that trip. “I should have done something after you kicked fuckface to the curb. I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want to make things worse. I thought Danneel and I deserved a shot. I did love her, but not like how I love you. Even she knew. It’s probably why I didn’t get any of the letters you sent to Austin. She kept them from me because she knew how much I looked forward to them, even before we got engaged.”
“You were right though. I didn’t know who I was or what I needed after the Grant situation. I thought about making a move on you, too, but I didn’t know if I just wanted to feel better or if I truly wanted to start something with you.”
“Remember that night I fell asleep on your bed?” he paused when she looked up at him.
“Yeah?”
“Totally watched you change your clothes.”
“Oh my god,” she hid her face on his chest for a moment. “You dirty dog,” she chuckled.
“Worth it.”
“You liked what you saw?”
He nodded. “You were my dream girl before I even knew what that meant. I should never have let you get on that airplane,” he lamented.
He released her from his embrace and watched as she went back to the couch to wait for her brother to take his sweet time arriving. When she bent down to pick up her pen and notebook, he got a good look. She still has a great ass, he thought.
There were a lot of pictures on the mantle. Mostly, they were of their respective families and some convention photo ops. Far too many with Richard, he thought. At the opposite end of the mantle held the matching candlestick and more pictures that included her travels and himself. His eyes fell on the picture of them at the lake on the deck. They’d had such a good time that trip. Young enough to be carefree, old enough to be left to their own devices. They’d gone to the tiny amusement park and rode the rides over and over. Of course, Nova had liked the Ferris Wheel the best because it overlooked the lake. She loved the water, Ferris Wheels, and me, he thought with a smile. 
Finally, a half hour late, your brother, Jarrod, rang the doorbell and you let him into your house. He greeted Jensen and Jensen poured drinks for everyone while Jarrod got settled.
“Mom told me you two finally got together,” he said in his usual loud voice.
“Yeah, Jarrod, it’s true,” you said.
“If you two ever need security, I’m available. You know I’ve got that training…” he said.
You tried not to roll your eyes where Jarrod would notice. Jensen stood behind him for a moment and did it for you before coming around to sit in one of the armchairs and sip on his whiskey.
“Clif has his own guys that Jensen uses, but I will tell Clif that you might be interested if there’s an opening. But the reason I wanted you to come over is because I need to tell you something…”
“You’re pregnant?”
“Jesus Christ, Jarrod. No, I’m definitely not pregnant. I need to tell you that I don’t work for the government and haven’t for years. I did work for the NRC, but I haven’t for years.”
He just looked at you like it was old news. “You’ve been at the grocery store for a while. I assumed you just had a good retirement plan.”
Sometimes it still amazed you that you and he had the same genetic material.
“The government doesn’t pay well enough for me to buy a whole goddamned city block in town, Jarrod.”
“Don’t get pissy with me. So if you didn’t work for the government, who did you work for? You obviously had some serious cash coming in.”
It was all you could do to not attempt to strangle him. “I write books. Lots of them. And I sold a lot. I am Nova Scott and Ross Black.” You waited for it to sink in. All he did was stare at you blankly. Your brother was not known for quiet reflection and was beginning to scare you. A whole new list of worries sprinted through your brain. “I need you to be cool about this, Jarrod, and to keep it quiet.”
“Does Mom know?”
“Yeah, from the start. Like three people in the profession know, Mom, Jay, and my one employee, Jen. Now you.”
“He knew before me?” you could hear the anger rising in his voice.
Jensen said nothing but carefully set down his glass.
“Barely. I only just told him about Ross Black. He knew about Nova Scott a few years ago.”
“What about your dumbshit exes?”
“No, Jarrod. Dan knew I wrote, but he didn’t know what or under what name,” you explained.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner,” his voice boomed despite your plush furniture.
“I had my reasons,” you said simply.
He was obviously angry and hurt. He stood on the opposite end of the mantle from you. The sheer size of him was daunting and he scared the hell out of you when he was mad. Even if you got the upper hand, you knew you couldn’t take him. He was 8 inches taller and 150 pounds heavier, severely skewing your odds of being successful.
“Boy, nobody fucks you like family,” his volume only increasing.
“How the fuck is protecting my privacy about you?! I didn’t tell you for very good reasons.”
“You always thought you were too good for this family. Always smarter than me. The favorite child.”
“For fucks sake, Jarrod. This childish resentment needs to stop. I’m not smarter than you. I just tried harder. You’re mad at me about shit you could have fixed but didn’t and that’s on you.”
You didn’t realize you had so much built up rage.
“How long have you kept this from me?”
“Oh my god,” you were getting a headache. “I don’t have an obligation to tell you jack shit. I’m only telling you now out of courtesy because the press is going to find out about me and Jay and they will dig into who I am.”
“If you’ve been incognito this whole time, why now? You’ve known him forever. Has no one ever approached you?”
You shook your head. “What about you?” Jarrod shook his head. You sighed deeply as you told him about the plan. “If I tell you, I need to know I can trust you not to tell anyone, and I mean anyone. Not even Jenna.”
“What? Why not?”
“I’m not risking this leaking before its time. If you can’t promise me, I can’t tell you and you can leave now. Once it’s public then you can talk.”
Finally, he agreed and you told him everything. Jarrod went from fuming to understanding and back and forth as you told him your plan.
“So let me get this straight. You find out Bob is doing sketchy shit and your ‘source’ agrees to get you evidence of said shit. You find out other methods of embezzlement, not giving Dad a raise for 20 years, dad dies, you flip out at the funeral… I’m guessing that was the tipping point?” You nodded. “Debbie tries to start shit and you said what you said to her… so, are you going to do it soon, or are you just going to hold it over her, or them, or?”
“As long as they mind their own business, we’re cool. If they want to come at me, talk shit, or say any disparaging words about me and/or Jay, I will burn those motherfuckers to the ground.”
“Holy shit,” Jarrod muttered. “Still sounds like you’re the smart one.”
“No, I just hold a grudge and am willing to play the long game,” you told him.
Jarrod turned to Jensen who had been quietly listening to the exchange. “What about you? Are you good with this?”
“I know better than to get in her way. I trust her and the plan and will back her up to the end …not to mention happy to stay in her good graces,” Jensen answered, picking up his whiskey again.
“Guess I better do the same.”
The rest of the week continued to fly by. You were writing like crazy and Jensen was working with his lawyers, and team, to start getting him back into auditions for his various interests. He was collaborating with Steve, sending in voice work for his various cartoons and other voiceover work, calling all sorts of people to get his interests turned into reality. Meanwhile, you were writing, researching, asking Jensen questions and fielding calls from people like your agent, Jan.
“Hello Jan,” you answered. “What’s up? I wasn’t expecting you to call again this week.” You’d sent her what you had of the completed script on Wednesday morning and she had called Thursday morning.
“Sweetie, I don’t know what you put in that script but the studio called back already and they want to have a meeting.”
“A meeting? About what? Is that good?” you asked, worried.
“In all my years, this has only happened a handful of times. You need to get over there so they can ooh and aah over what can only be a masterpiece.”
“Or they want to tell me to my face how it’s total shit and need to redo the whole thing,” you lamented.
“Sweetie, the studio doesn’t fly you out to talk about garbage. When can you be ready?”
“Um…I don’t know…I need to talk to Jensen, but I’m thinking we can go out tonight or tomorrow morning.”
“Is this a package deal?” Jan asked. “If he’s included, I need to know now. I can try to get them to pay for the ticket, but I can’t guarantee it.”
“Book it regardless. He’s coming with me,” you told her. “We can cancel if need be.”
“Please tell me you’re going to get away from that tiny town you live in. You need to either be in LA or New York. You’re killing me with all of these connecting flights.”
You chuckled at her exasperated tone. “It may happen sooner than later. Hang tough, Jan. I want to try out the London West Hollywood this time.”
“Why not the Beverly Wilshire? You love that place and you can walk to the studio, you love that healthy shit.”
“Jan, that’s the Pretty Woman hotel and I’ll be going there with my new boyfriend.”
“So what, put it in one of those books you write. You are a pretty woman and that new guy of yours is a hot piece. You have your Pretty Woman experience, sweetie, you deserve it. And for what it’s worth, I like him and I don’t believe a word of the allegations. Nail that bitch to the wall. I did check around and couldn’t find anyone who had a bad word to say about him.”
“It means a lot, Jan,” you admitted. “I didn’t know you didn’t like the other guys.”
“Sweetie, you’re like family at this point. I tried to like ‘em, but it wasn’t my place to tell you who to love. I’ll get it set up and email you the details.”
“Thanks, Jan,” you signed off.
You got up from your computer to go find Jensen. The last you’d seen him, he’d gone through the bookcase. Inside the room, you’d expected to see him inside the soundproof room, but it was dark inside. You were reasonably sure you hadn’t missed a smoking hot man leave through your office, so you went for the spiral staircase to descend into the basement studio.
Jensen was at the soundboard with headphones on. His eyes were closed and you would have thought he was sleeping if not for his fingers tapping the beat on his chest. Your fingertips touched his shoulder first. He merely tensed his body before relaxing under your touch as your hand moved across and down his body. He held your arm against him then pulled you onto his lap. He reached for the keyboard and touched a button before turning his attention to you and took off his headphones.
“This is a nice surprise,” he held you gently as you settled. “I thought you were working.”
“I could say the same about you,” you returned.
“I took a little break to listen to some tracks and a few caught my ear. What’s going on?” he asked.
“Jan called. There’s interest in the script and one of the studios wants to meet on Friday. She’s going to book us a flight either for tonight or early tomorrow morning.”
“That was quick. Told you they’d love it. You sure you want me to go with you? I’m looking like damaged goods lately,” he said.
You touched his face and noticed the chop job you’d done on his hair. “Diamond in the rough, maybe.” You leaned in to kiss his full lips. “Of course, I want you to come with me. No more than a couple days, remember? Plus, the hotel is across the street and there’s hella good shopping all within walking distance.” You were softly touching his face all over. “Do I have to twist your arm?”
“No, just making sure.”
“My sweet boy, I will always want you. I’ve always had your back, I’m not stopping now, so will you go with me? Did you have your heart set on driving to Texas? I promise your truck will be safe here.” You paused briefly, “We still can, I just didn’t want to rush.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he agreed. “I’m so proud of you.”
His warm hand went under your shirt and up your back, expertly unclasping your bra. You pulled the garment from your body through the arm hole of your shirt.
“You’ve done that more than once,” you noted, kissing him again and feeling his lips smile against yours.
“It hasn’t been worth it til now,” his hand covered your breast, kneading your soft flesh then moving to your nipple. “Have any other hidden rooms down here…with a bed?”
His voice had gotten deeper and quieter.
“I have a sofa in my office,” you offered.
“That’ll do.”
You sat at your desk, both working and waiting for Jan to get back to you with travel plans. You were still adding things to the script and tweaking scenes here and there when the email finally dropped in. Jensen was reading a book on the sofa. You couldn’t really see the cover from where you sat, but you thought it looked vaguely familiar.
“Time to get packed,” you told him.
He closed his book and said, “I think we can go to Texas from California. My truck will be fine here. What hotel’re we staying at, anyway?”
“The Beverly Wilshire,” you mumbled.
“The Beverly Wilshire?” he asked. Reveling in her suddenly shy demeanor.
“I’m gonna tell Jan to change to the London,” you blustered.
He sat up on the couch, “The one from Pretty Woman?”
“You know it is, jerk.”
“Nice hotel.”
“Yes it is.”
“Have you stayed there before?”
“Yes, I’ve been there before,” you told him, “For the romance movie deals.”
He got up and put the book back on the shelf and you saw he was near the section that held your Nova Scott and Ross Black books, but your mind was on other tasks and couldn’t see which one he put back. You didn’t want to assume he was reading anything other than Whiskey Hollow and let it go for the time being.
“Are we going to the mighty SooFoo tonight, or in the morning?”
“Tonight,” you answered. “Jan somehow managed to get us in with only a short layover in Denver.”
You left your office to go up to your room to pack what you would need for a few days and clothes for the meeting. 
Jensen stayed behind, waiting to make sure she had gotten all the way upstairs before he went back to the bookshelf and pulled off the book he’d been reading. It was the first time he’d seen it in a long time, not since he was on set with all of the cast members reading the first #1 seller for Nova Scott. He tucked it into the back of his pants and pulled his shirt over to hide it. He thought he would bust it out on the airplane and take the consequences there rather than asking her to finally let him start reading them. 
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I Missed You Sweetheart
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[Why’d I pick this? No clue. But Gif Credit to @lengthofropes​]
Square: Quote C “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.” (For @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me a Story Bingo 2022)
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Explicit Smut (Oral Fem!Recieving, Handjob, Rough sex, chocking, unprotected sex (results in unwanted/unplanned pregnancy and STI’s/STD’s)), Strong language. (Readers, please be over the age 18, strongly discourage minors from reading this. It’ll be here when you turn 18. Be patient)
Summary: Y/N was away for almost six months working on a YouTube Original’s Project with Markiplier, Jensen shows Y/N how much he’s missed her.
Word Count: 1.3k
a/n: starting to have a hard time writing smut, kind of losing interest in it, reading it is fine but writing it is a whole other level of hard. I have one more to write for the bingo and I think that’ll be it. It’ll just be implied from here on out.
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She pulled up in the driveway pulling up next to Jensen’s car.
A part of her was exhausted from being in Vancouver for almost six months filming but another part of her was excited to see her Husband.
She grabbed her luggage from her car’s trunk and made her way inside.
She put her key in the lock, hearing the lock unlatching from the deadbolt, and she moved the key to unlock the lock on the doorknob.
She can hear her dogs going nuts on the other side. Her golden retriever, Chica, was whimpering loudly as she began to open the door. Finding, Chica, Oscar and Icarus at the door, excited to see Y/N.
“Hi babies!” she says to the dogs. Setting her luggage and bags down to the side as she kneels down to their level.
The dogs jumping up giving her kisses, pressing their bodies up against her. She petted, and rubbed their bellies playfully.
“Hi, yes, I see you, hi!” she says.
The dogs began to run around the room, bringing toys ready to play.
“Where’s daddy?” she asks the dogs, as if they could respond.
Strong arms picked her up from behind. Making her yelp before giggling.
“Hi Jay!” she says. As he spins her around one, before setting her down on her feet.
She turned to face him, and he quickly pressed his lips to hers. The pair sharing a sweet and needy kiss. She can tell he was holding back, she let her tongue tease his upper lip, he took that as an invitation. His tongue plunged into her mouth, dancing with her tongue as his hand cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss even more.
They pull away for much needed breath.
“Welcome home baby.” He pants, resting his forehead against hers.
“Happy to be home finally.” She says with a content smile.
“How was In Space with Markiplier?” he asked.
“Oh it was fun, I even had fun with my references from Supernatural.” She grinned.
“That’s my girl.” He chuckles, kissing her cheek, peppering down her jaw to her neck.
She moaned as he began to suck and nibble at the sensitive flesh.
“I think you missed me more than the dogs.” She giggled.
“Oh I want you so fucking bad right now.” He growled, low in her ear. Before kissing and sucking on her earlobe. Dragging a moan from her throat.
Her legs clenched tighter together as her pussy clenched to nothing.
His lips assaulted her neck once again, sure to leave a mark.
“Fuck, Jay.” She moans.
“Bedroom, now.” He growls.
He took her hand in his and they made their way to their bedroom down the hallway.
They began to attack each other’s clothes, tearing them off with a sense of urgency.
Once they were bare naked, Jensen picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as she began to kiss him with a heated passion again.
Jensen backed towards the bed, setting her on his lap. She can feel his hard on against her folds, smearing her wet arousal up and down his shaft. Pulling a grunt from his throat.
“As much as I want to fuck you, I just want to eat you.” He growls. “I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.”
His words were fuel to her flame. But she wanted to feel his cock fill her up.
“But Jay, I want your cock.” She moans, panting in his ear. Planting soft kisses on his soft sensitive flesh. Earning a hiss.
“Just, sit on my face will you.”
She whimpers.
“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.” He growled in her ear. Fisting her hair, pulling her head back to attack her neck with kisses, earning a whine.
He climbed back up the bed, to lay down his large frame so he was comfortable eating out his woman. Y/N crawled up with him, peppering soft kisses up his body from his hip to his neck.
Once her soaking pussy was over his face, he grabbed her hips to pull her down to his face.
His tongue made long, broad strokes before his lips clamped down on her clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh fucking, oh god!” she whimpered. Her legs trembled with the pleasure he brought her.
He growled against her.
“Don’t you dare come yet.” He growled lowly.
“Fuck, it feels so good!” she moaned.
“I know baby,” he says, before giving her his attention again. “I want you to grab my dick.” He pants.
She leans back, her hands on his hips. She can feel his hard cock standing up at attention. Bringing her hand back to give her hand a broad lick with her tongue, and went back to grabbing his hard cock.
He grunted against her as she began to work him up at the same pace he was working her up.
“Fuck,” he panted. Sucking her clit again.
She can tell his breathing was catching up, he was close, his hips began to move on their own accord.
She can feel herself coming close, her abdomen growing warm and tight.
“J-Jay…” she choked as her breath hitched.
“Go for it sweetheart. I’m not f-far.” He panted before giving her clit attention once again.
He picked up his pace, sucking her clit with intensity. Her orgasm smashed her like a ton of bricks as her walls clamped around nothing, the intensity made her legs tremble, she almost let all of her weight go on him.
He grunted against her as he came, his hips shuttered against her hand, she can feel the warm thick liquid glide down his shaft to her hand.
She moved herself off of him, laying next to him allowing him to catch his breath. And her to do the same.
“Fuck, missed you too.” She pants.
“Told you I missed you, a fucking lot.” He says, panting.
“Well, now you done a thing, are you up for round two Ackles?”
“Of fucking course.” He says, pulling her from her legs down, so her face met his.
And he attacked her with passionate kisses, plunging his hot tongue in her mouth, any harder his tongue could reach the back of her throat.
His hips lined up his member at her soaking entrance and with one thrust he was inside her with ease. Pulling a moan out from her.
They pulled away, allowing a breath.
“Fuck,” she moans.
“Hope you’re ready for this, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna need a chiropractor.” He growls.
With hard thrusts, she yelps with pleasure as his cock massaged her walls.
He braced his hands on the beds headboard, driving his hips in and out of her with force.
Watching her breasts bounce against his force of thrusts drove him mad.
With a free hand he palmed her breast harshly, squeezing it so hard it pulled a moan so loud he began pounding her faster.
“Fuck Jay,” she pants.
With both hands he palms and squeezes both breasts, pulling a wonton moan or a wrecked whimper from her lips.
His hands slid slowly up her breasts to her throat, lightly wrapping both hands around her neck. Applying the slightest pressure it brought Y/N closer.
He pounded her faster and faster, her breathing growing ragged as he applied more pressure.
“You close?”
“J-Jay…” she pants.
“Let go sweetheart.” He says, releasing her, placing his hands back on the headboard. Pounding her hard yet slow. Each hit of his hips against her should hurt but instead it ripped her orgasm out as if her soul left her body.
Her walls clamped hard around his cock, pulling him into his own end as she came with a loud, wrecked moan.
“Fuck!” she moans.
She can feel his release slowly drip down her ass cheek.
Jensen’s thrust slow to a stop; his cock still sheathed inside her. she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, jaw, and neck.
“You okay?” he panted.
“I’m fan fucking tastic.” She whispers in his ear.
She can feel him place a soft kiss near her ear, and jawline.
“I missed you sweetheart.” He whispers.
She hums contently.
Jensen grabbed the covers and covered their sweaty naked bodies and drifted off in a post-ecstasy high nap.
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Off and On Again
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This fic will cover my "Do I have to take it off again?" square on my 2nd @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be in bold.❤️
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Summary: When Y/N wants to hang on to Jensen's shirt he has a very interesting way of getting it back.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. Sexy af Jensen. Rockstar!Jensen. Definitely a warning. Slightly rough, unprotected PinV Sex. Oral (f. receiving.) Vaginal fingering. Slight orgasm denial (very light) and edging (sort of).
Pairings: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,619
A/N: Here is the next request for my second @jacklesversebingo card. This one is a slight AU - Rockstar!Jensen. It came from a sort of request from @envyaurora95 who shared this pic with me. So, I stole this prompt to fulfill that sort of request. 😊 I'm sorry that this didn't turn out exactly as we'd talked about. Hope you enjoy it anyway, my dear. ❤️
A/N 2: As always, this is a different version of Jensen from within the Multiverse who is single. Absolute and complete fiction, of course.
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Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room, disoriented for a moment.
It was a hotel room.
Was it morning or…?
Reality came floating back into her brain slowly and she realized the clock on the nightstand read 8:04 PM. It was evening. Then Jensen walked slowly out of the bathroom, a towel slung around his hips, and she remembered everything. They’d met in the bar the night before, and he’d picked her up with barely more than a smile. 
They’d come back to his room and he’d spent all night making her fall apart over and over - he’d been insatiable and Y/N had woken up in the morning with aching muscles and a desperate need for even more of him. She’d convinced him to ditch the interviews he was set to do that afternoon, and they’d barely left the bedroom all day. She’d fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion a few hours earlier.
Jensen noticed her waking now and smiled at her from the foot of the bed. “Good evening, beautiful.”
It was beyond ridiculous to feel shy after everything they’d done together, but she blushed anyway. She had a feeling that there was something in his smile that would always make her blush.
“I was gonna wake you soon.” Jensen continued as he dropped his towel and stepped into a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. Y/N tried not to stare as he tucked himself away in the snug underwear. But fucking hell that man was…very...naturally blessed.
He spoke again as he slid on a pair of black jeans. “I’ve gotta get to sound check. But I hope you’ll come to the show tonight.” He thumbed towards the desk behind him. “I left you a ticket. Backstage pass.” He said with a wink. 
Y/N nodded excitedly. “Yes, I’d love to come.”
His smile was soft. “Good.”
Y/N bit her lip and grabbed Jensen’s long-sleeved, black, denim shirt that sat at the end of the bed, pulling it on as she pointed towards the bathroom. “Gotta use the little girl’s room.” She said as she darted away.
When she came out a few minutes later, Jensen was fully dressed in his jeans and a gray t-shirt; he wore a watch on one hand and a couple of metal and beaded bracelets on the other, and a chain around his neck. His long hair was still slightly damp as he pushed it back off his forehead.
He was the sexiest thing Y/N had ever seen.
His smile was slow and sensual as he lifted a hand towards the shirt Y/N wore. “Gonna need that back now, sweetheart.”
Y/N arched a mischievous brow. “And what if I don’t give it back? Gonna make me?”
Jensen’s gaze became incredibly heated as he stared at her, slowly approaching her and forcing her to step backwards till she hit the wall.
“No, I won’t make you," he said silkily, "but if you don’t give it up, you’ll be sorry.” He said the last bit in a sing-song voice that made her giggle with anticipation while a shiver ran through her. 
“Really?” Y/N questioned cheekily. “And why is that?” 
Instead of answering Jensen pushed the sides of the shirt open, sliding his hands up over her ribcage to cup her breasts in both hands. He gently rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and Y/N gasped. They were extra sensitive after so many hours of Jensen’s mouth sucking and biting at them. 
He dropped his head to her left breast and licked the aching, slightly chafed bud, his warm tongue soothing and exhilarating at the same time. He let go of her right breast so he could slip one finger between her wet folds to circle her clit, making her moan and thump her head back against the wall. 
He sucked more purple marks into the soft skin of her breasts as he slid his thick middle finger into her body, making her cry out.
“Unf! Jensen, oh fuck, fuck!” She shouted as he pressed against her sweet spot.
He lowered himself to his knees and bent his head, dipping his tongue into her slick and finding and teasing her clit, flicking the tip back and forth against her. She bit into her lip, desperately trying not to scream out her need and brushing back the soft hair that fell across his forehead as he pleasured her.
She was on the brink, ready to topple over, all she needed was for Jensen to press against that sweet spot one more time. She was gasping and panting as she begged him to end her exquisite torment.
But suddenly he pulled back from her and licked his wet, swollen lips as he stared up at her, slick glistening on his beard and mustache. 
“Told you you’d be sorry, beautiful. Now give me my shirt back like a good girl, and when the show’s over, I promise I’ll let you finish.”
Y/N whimpered as Jensen stood up and wiped his hand over his mouth. He pushed the shirt from her shoulders and leaned down to speak low, breathing against the shell of her ear. 
“It’s gonna make me hard as hell onstage tonight, to know you’re watching in the wings, all wet and aching for me. Promise you won’t touch yourself? Wait for me.” He insisted and Y/N nodded, even though she pulsed with need.
“Good girl.” He praised as he shrugged into the shirt. He kissed her briefly and smiled against her lips. “See you after the show.”
***
The concert had been torture for Y/N. Watching Jensen onstage was like an hour and half of foreplay. Every note he sang and every move he made, shot fire straight to her core, making her muscles clench and ache from emptiness. She was so desperate to feel him move inside her again that there were moments she honestly thought she might come just from standing in the wings and watching him.
Finally the show ended and Y/N clapped and screamed with the rest of the fans as Jensen left the stage. Backstage was filled with clusters of people, managers, and backstage staff, VIPs and groupies, media personnel covering the tour; they all crowded into the limited space.
Jensen came through, with two big bodyguards on either side of him, pushing aside the groupies and media as Jensen smiled at them all and gave them a wave. But as he passed Y/N he grabbed her hand and yanked her along with him and she dashed a bit to keep up with his long stride. Finally he broke free of everyone and stepped through a nondescript black door. He pulled Y/N through it quickly and she was just barely able to recognize that it was a dressing room before Jensen slammed the door shut and spun her around to press her against it. 
He shoved up the short corduroy skirt she wore as he tugged her hips out towards him. He dug his fingers into her hips as he bent across her body and panted onto her shoulder. 
“I need to fuck you. Now. Say yes.”
“Fuck yes!” Y/N groaned. Jensen just pushed her panties aside so he could slam into her drenched cunt without hesitation.
“Ah fuck!” Jensen growled against her as he bit into the skin exposed by her off-the-shoulder sweater. 
Y/N pressed her forehead against the door and tried not to scream as Jensen slammed himself home again, angling his hips so his cockhead perfectly hit her sweet spot. But when he pulled out and did it again, Y/N couldn’t hold back, as the hours of denial and edging finally erupted in a seemingly endless climax.
As Y/N squeezed around him over and over, Jensen’s rhythm faltered and he thrust deep and hard one last time before shouting out his own pleasure and spilling into her, hot and thick.
Y/N knew they could likely be heard throughout the entire backstage area. But as Jensen slipped his hand around her hip to tap and rub at her clit, bringing on yet another mind-blowing orgasm as he finished, she couldn’t manage to make herself care.
***
The next morning Y/N was simply incapable of moving for a solid hour after she woke up. So, Jensen just ordered them room service and they ate in bed, sharing some more of their lives with each other and laughing and joking together. 
After a couple of hours of lounging and enjoying each other's company, Jensen had some phone calls he had to make and Y/N finally left the bed to go shower. The water felt heavenly and she was refreshed and far less exhausted when she stepped out. 
As she toweled herself off she noticed Jensen’s black, denim shirt hanging on a hook on the back of the door. With a smile, she slipped it on and did up a few buttons before walking back into the room. Jensen was just hanging up his phone and he looked up as she emerged. His eyes darkened and he lifted his phone, waving it slightly.
“That was my manager. I need to go downstairs and make up for all those interviews I skipped yesterday.”
Y/N pouted slightly but nodded, unbuttoning one of the buttons on his shirt. “Do I have to take it off again?”
Jensen stood up and stalked towards her. “Fuck no, I’ll do it.” 
He yanked the shirt open, ripping off a couple buttons. He kissed her deeply, and then pulled her forward to fall on top of him on the bed. “My manager’s gonna be pissed, but hey,” He shrugged and grinned wickedly, “it'll be worth it.”
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pink-sparkly-witch · 4 months
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Girls Night
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Summary: Jensen’s girlfriend comes home a bit drunk after a girls night and tries to seduce him.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader
Warnings: Fluff, implied sexy times to come.
Words: 0.7k
A/N: I’m so proud that I set out to drabble and succeeded! 🥳 I’m a wordy bitch, so usually, when I set out to drabble, I fail epically 😅 All mistakes are my own.
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“It’s been far too long since we last did this!” you declare, slamming another empty shot glass onto the wooden table.
“I know! And we say this every time, but we shouldn’t leave it so long next time,” Fiona shivers violently at the aftertaste of the tequila.
“Well,” Robin smirks, “if y’all put hoes before bros every now and then, we’d see each other a lot more often!”
“Excuse you,” you feign outrage. “If I remember right, you,” you point your finger for good measure, “are the one who didn’t come last time so you could ‘Netflix and Chill’ with Scott. I hadn’t seen Jensen in six weeks, and I came!”
“Oh, I came, alright!” Robin grins when you and your closest friends descend into laughter.
The familiar intro of Lionel Richie’s “Dancing on the Ceiling” begins, and you and the girls quickly make your way onto the dance floor. 
You spend the rest of the night cutting your best moves, singing at the top of your lungs and drinking tequila.
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Walking into the hallway with your heels in your hand, you try to be as quiet as possible. Jensen has been working hard at the brewery and had been learning a script for a movie that starts shooting next week, so you knew he was likely sleeping at this late hour.
You carefully hold onto the handrail and climb the stairs, shushing your shoes every time the heel hits the wooden rail. 
Once at the top of the stairs, you frown when you see the bedroom light still on. You walk with heavy feet towards the door, peeking your head through the gap.
“Hey, baby,” Jensen smiles as he looks up at you. “Did you have a good time?”
“It was the best! We drank and talked and danced and drank. Did I already say that part? I think I already said that part. Anyway, we danced and sang. My throat will hurt tomorrow,” you stumble over to the bathroom and drop your shoes haphazardly on the floor. “But it was worth it,” you giggle.
“I’m glad,” Jensen grins. He always says you’re adorable when you’re drunk. Always so happy and carefree.
“What are you doing still up?” you ask.
“Gotta learn this script, baby. I’ve put it off too long,” he rubs at his tired eyes and smiles wide as you leave the bathroom in your underwear. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”
You climb on the bed—surprisingly gracefully, given your drunken state—and crawl up Jensen’s body. Straddling his waist, you run your hands under his shirt and up his stomach and grin as you feel his muscles twitch under your touch.
“Been thinking about you all night, Jensen. How much I wanted to be here with you, how you make me feel. I want you so bad, baby.”
“As much as I wanna say yes, baby girl, you’re too drunk,” Jensen says as his hands slide up your thighs.
“I’m not that drunk,” you pout more than complain.
“Even so, I think it’s best we just cuddle,” Jensen soothes.
“Ugh, fine!” you huff, throwing yourself off his lap and onto the bed. “But I want your A-game tomorrow!”
“When have I ever not brought my A-game?” Jensen laughs as you pull at the bed covers and ungracefully try to get into bed.
“Uhm, when I wore that dress to the 300th episode party? You barely lasted ten seconds!” you laugh.
“Excuse me! You looked really fucking hot that night! You knew I’d been ready for you since you’d stepped out of the hotel bathroom wearing that thing! And I made it up to you!”
“Yeah, you did!” you giggle. “Alright,” you say as you finally tuck yourself under the duvet. “What about the thirty second fumble on Jared’s boat?”
“Really? You really want me to explain to you how incredibly sexy it was rubbing sun tan lotion all over you and the idea that anyone could have seen me fucking you that day?”
“Okay, I’ll give you that one too,” you yawn and lie down, shuffling into his side and twisting your legs around his. “Just promise me you’ll bring you’re A-game in the morning.”
Snuggling further into him, you lay your head on his chest and your hand on his collarbone. Jensen wraps an arm around your shoulders and pushes the script he was reading to the floor.
“I promise. Good night, baby, I love you,” he chuckles softly as the heavy breathing tells him you’ve fallen asleep.
“Not that drunk, my ass!” he whispers as he kisses your head and turns out the bedside lamp.
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When It All Falls Apart- Chapter 5
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Pairing- Jensen x Padalecki Reader
Word count- 5,709
Warnings- Some language. Jensen isn't the best boyfriend. I warned before this started posting it would contain angst, if you need another reminder, here it is. If I missed something let me know!
A/N-You all knew this part was coming sooner or later, some of you even called for it. Starting with this chapter, we'll start to see things from Jensen's side also. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!
Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.
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Jensen takes the rare opportunity to sleep in Sunday morning and is the last one down to breakfast.  His sister and her husband Jeremy have already arrived and are sitting at the table with his parents.
“Did someone have a late night?” Mackenzie teases him.
“Not too bad.  Just taking advantage of catching up on some sleep,” he answers with a yawn.
“What did you and Y/N do yesterday?” his mom asks him.
“I didn’t see her yesterday.  I was meeting with Steve, and we had a few people to go see.  Trying to work out deals for a project.”
“What did she do then?” his mom tries again.
“Not a clue, I didn’t talk to her yesterday.  I was kind of busy.  Why the sudden interest in her day?”
He is filling his coffee cup and doesn’t see the looks exchanged around the table.
“Is everything alright with you two?” His dad questions.
“It’s fine.”
“Yeah, sounds like it,” he doesn’t hear his sister mutter.
Josh and his family arrive after breakfast, while Jensen is upstairs showering.  He misses the kids and his brother coming in to wish his dad a ‘Happy Father’s Day.’  When Jensen comes back down everyone is sitting in the living room with the kids playing in the middle of the floor.  He takes his phone out to take a picture of his nephews and notices a missed text from Gen, making a note to read it later, he snaps a few shots of the boys.
His family asks him questions about work, and what he has been up to.  He inquires about each of them.  They grill out for a late lunch before he has to leave for the airport.  His mom walks out to the rental car with him.
“You’re sure everything is alright?  You aren’t hiding something so we won’t worry?”
“No, it’s all fine mom.”
“Even with Y/N?”
“Yeah. I do have to get going to catch my flight.  It was good to see all of you.”
“I’m glad you could make it home, even for a short visit.  Your dad enjoyed seeing all of you for Father’s Day.”
He’s double checking his suitcase for his passport and not really listening to his mom at the moment, “Yeah, sure I’ll try and make it home then.”
“What?” Donna asks.
Finding his passport, Jensen stands to give his mom one last hug.  “Good to see all of you.  Take care, love you ma.”
While sitting on the plane waiting for the rest of the passengers to load, Jensen takes out his phone and lazily scrolls through it.  He remembers the message he missed from Gen early and opens that conversation, checking the date, he sees it is actually from yesterday.
‘Did you forget something today Ackles?????????????’
“I don’t know Gen, did I forget something?” he mutters to himself, while just replying with question marks of his own.
 Next he pulls up Instagram, it takes him a moment to realize he is seeing multiple posts about Father’s Day.
‘It’s not Father’s Day,’ he thinks to himself, ‘that’s not until the middle of June.”
There is a voice over the intercom telling all passengers to turn off electronics before Jensen has a chance to think more about the holiday or the date.  He goes over the next script for ‘The Boys’ and notes from the meetings with Steve the day before, never giving the date another thought. 
Your Sunday is spent with your parents and Jared’s family.  You and Gen get up to make a big breakfast for everyone.  Tom has homemade cards for his dad and grandpa he places on the table.  Your mom comes down, and helps the two of you finish it all up.
Jared and your dad take Tom out to the park for some male bonding time after breakfast.  Gen, your mom and yourself move to the living room.
 While they are talking babies you excuse yourself to go for a walk.  You are hoping it will help all the thoughts running around your head.  You pass Jensen’s house and pause.  You can’t help but think that he has already started to move on without you.  You’re the one who just hasn’t caught up with the times yet.
On Monday, Jared and Gen have meetings for Walker, so you are hanging out with Tom.   You are used to working twelve to fourteen hour days on set, but somehow this little man wears you out more than those do.  The two of you play outside on the swing set, he has you chase him during a long game of tag, you’re in the pool and back inside rolling toy cars around on the floor.  When your sister-in-law returns you happily hand your nephew back.
Jensen is on set Tuesday, when Jack is talking to some of the other cast members about his parents’ visit over the weekend.  
“They haven’t been to Toronto in awhile and decided to use visiting for Father’s Day as an excuse to come up this weekend.”
“If they were coming for Father’s Day, why did they come this past weekend?” Jensen asks him.
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A few people turn and look at him. “Father’s Day was this past weekend,” Chase tells him.
“No, it wasn’t, it couldn’t have been.”
Others are also confirming this.  Jensen doesn’t have his phone with him, or his watch on.  
“What’s the date?” he asks his cast mates.
“21st of June.  Everything all right mate?” Karl asks sitting across the board from him.
“Son of a bitch,” Jensen yells out, “I missed Y/N’s birthday.  It was the 18th.”
He gets up from his chair to head to his trailer where his phone is to call you, but is called to set before he has the chance to get very far.  It’s after 2 am before they wrap for the night, he’s beat just going straight home and falling asleep.
He forgot to set his alarm before collapsing in bed, when he rolls over Wednesday morning and looks at the clock he has to move it.   He has maybe ten minutes before he needs to be leaving the apartment for set.  
Once he arrives he is sent straight to hair and makeup before being ushered to wardrobe.  His PA takes his bag back to his trailer for him.  When they break for lunch he is in the middle of a discussion with Karl and Anthony that completely distracts him.  He makes a quick stop by his trailer before he has to be back on set.  Pulling his phone out of his bag he sees a missed call from you.
“Son of a bitch, I still haven’t talked to her,” he growls out.  He tries calling back, but just reaches your voicemail. He hangs up and throws his phone back in the bag before returning to set.
Wednesday, you finally relent and call Jensen. He never has time to talk long so you make the call on your way to the studio to redo some voice over work for the Netflix show that just wrapped. You shouldn’t be surprised that it ends up going straight to voicemail.  The plane ticket you received for your birthday is to fly out Friday morning, you figure you should probably tell Jensen you are coming up.  Who knows, maybe just showing up would actually get you some time with him.  Leaving your phone in the car you walk into the studio.
Coming back to your car two hours later, you check your phone for messages before leaving the parking lot.  You have to reread the name when you see you have a missed call from Jensen, it’s rare he calls you back this quick lately or even at all.  Hitting the call button you once again get his voicemail, this time you leave a message.
“Hey Jay, I just wanted to tell you Jared and Gen got me a ticket to fly up to Toronto.  I’ll be landing around 2:30 Friday afternoon.  I’ll talk to you later, have a good day.”
Getting back to your brother’s place you are busy the rest of the night.  The two of them went out with a friend of Gen’s and you volunteered to watch Tom.  The little man has a lot of energy to burn tonight.  When you finally get him down, you start going through clothes in your room to take with you this weekend.
In Toronto, Jensen has finally wrapped for the night.  Today’s scenes were a bit…well, what one would come to expect from The Boys.  There is a knock on his trailer door as he’s finishing changing out of his costume.  Chase and Jack are on the other side.
“Hey, we’re going out with Karl for a drink after that mess.  You in?”
“Definitely, let me grab my bag,” he tells them.
One drink turns into a couple and they are out for a few hours.   In the cab on the way back to his place, Jensen pulls out his phone to check his call time for the next day.  Seeing a voicemail message, he tells himself he’ll listen to it tomorrow when he’s in better shape.  Clearing the notification he checks his calendar before turning off the phone. 
Thursday has a noon call time, and sees them filming until two in the morning on location.  It was almost four am before he got to bed.  Walking up after ten the next morning he has a new voicemail notification.  He listens to the call from the director on a schedule change for the weekend.  Because Eric is going to be in town for a few days and they want the big man on set for the shooting of certain scenes, they are going to be moved up to this weekend. 
Then his phone tells him he has a missed message. “Who'd I miss?” he mumbles to himself.  When he hears your message, his eyes go wide in surprise, “crap.”
Just as he’s hanging up from the voicemail, the phone rings with your name popping up.
“Hey pretty girl,”
“Hi Jay, how are you?”
“Fine, tired.  I just got your message.  Are you sure you really want to?”
He hears the tired sigh you let out, “I’m at the airport, waiting for the plane.  If you don’t want me to come up there, tell me now.”
“I don’t know how much time I’ll have to spend with you.”
“We aren’t spending any time together currently, whatever I can get this weekend is better than that.”  You just hear him groan over the line.  “If you want me to call Jared to come pick me back up I will.”
“No.  When do you get in?”
“The plane’s scheduled to land around 2:40, then I have to clear customs.”
“I have to be on set, I’m not going to be able to meet you.”
“Okay, I can take a cab over to the studio.”
“No, just come back to the apartment. I’ll leave a spare key in an envelope with the receptionist,” he tells you.
“Okay.  See you soon. Love you.”
“Yeah, love ya.”
His head falls back against the pillow as he hangs up.  His easy weekend is now going to be a bit more complicated. 
At the airport in Austin, you sit back against the hard seat with a sigh.  This was off to a rocky start and the plane hasn’t even boarded yet.  Thankfully the flight itself was an easy one.  After making your way through customs you exit the building to try and find a cab.  
When you arrive at his apartment building, you need to show your ID in order to pick up the envelope he left with the key.  The doorman shows you up, at least Jensen remembered to tell him you were coming before he left.  
Opening the apartment door, you take a look around.  It’s fairly empty, but you shouldn’t be surprised.  Jensen is only going to have this place a few months. You take your suitcase down the hall, you think this is the way to the bedroom.  It’s the second door you try.  There is a photo of you and Jensen on his nightstand, it gives you some hope seeing it there. Taking a few things out of your bag, you then explore the apartment.  It’s a little bit of a mess, so you spend some time tidying it up.  The fridge is empty, so you go down to inquire about the nearest grocery store.  It isn’t too far away, so you decide to walk over.  With your hands full, you take a cab back to the apartment.
There are a few items to put away in the cupboard, you make a few meals to freeze that Jensen can thaw later, then prepare pasta, salad and bread for dinner.  All this time you haven’t heard a word from Jay, not even checking that you made it in alright. You send a text asking if he knows how late he’ll be working, but don’t receive a response. 
By eight, you fix yourself a plate for dinner and eat alone at the table. Putting the rest away, you curl up on the couch, and find a movie on Netflix.  It’s after eleven when the door opens and Jensen finally comes in.  Getting up from the couch, you go over to greet him.
“Hey honey,” you say before leaning up to kiss him.
“Hi babe.” He gives you a quick kiss before pulling away. “I need a shower.”
He rejoins you in the living room ten minutes later, sitting next to you on the couch.  
“There’s some pasta in the fridge, if you would like me to heat some up for you?”
“I’m good, we ate on set.”
“Okay.  Do you have anything going on tomorrow?”
“I’ve got a 10 am call time.  Should go till 8 or so.”
You just nod in response. It’s been awhile since you’ve had his arm wrapped around you, and you are just going to enjoy that for now.  The movie on the screen ends and you suggest going to bed hoping to feel more than his arm around your shoulders tonight.
You come out of the bathroom ready for bed in a new lace chemise, and find your boyfriend sound asleep.  Grabbing one of his old t-shirts from your bag, you turn around to go back to change.
The next morning Jensen is up before you are.  You find him out at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and what looks like a script.
“Morning, do you want breakfast before you leave?”
“No, I already had something. But thanks.”
“Can I come to set with you today? Hang out in between scenes with you?”
“No, they don’t like other people on set.  Don’t want any secrets getting out.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. I guess I’ll go explore the city then.  Text me when you’re done, we can maybe grab a late dinner somewhere?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Do you film tomorrow?”
“No, it’s just going over some choreography for fight scenes on Tuesday.”
“So it should be a shorter day?”
“Hopefully.  Chase, Karl and I have a tee time at 2.”
“Great.”  You’re only here for a few days, but getting a round of golf in takes precedence apparently.
Once Jensen leaves for work you pull out your phone to find something to entertain yourself with today.   You decide to start the day at Ripley’s Aquarium of Canada.  
The tour of the aquarium takes you first to the Dangerous Lagoon overlook.  There you see sharks, turtles, eels and sawfish.  A sign says it is the largest exhibit at the aquarium, and has around 2.9 million liters of water.  From there you enter the Discovery Center which has interactive exhibits and features Zebra and Blacktip Reef Sharks along with Clownfish.  The Canadian Waters and Kelp Forest are next where you see octopus, lobsters, Cod, Wolf Eel, and Paddlefish.  
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On the lower level of the aquarium you see the Rainbow Reef which recreates the coral seas of the Pacific.  Planet Jellies has various breeds of jellyfish. The Ray-Bay is home to five types of stingrays and the Bonnethead Shark.  A sign says that back on the main level you can pet the rays at the top of the tank. 
Back up top, you stroll through the gallery area next.  This is home to Electric Eels, Seahorses, Piranhas, Pufferfish and Mudskippers.  A quick tour of the gift shop and you are on your way out.
The aquarium is right near the base of the CN Tower.  Being so close, you couldn’t pass that up. The tower was completed in 1976 and stands 1,815.5 feet tall.
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Getting off the elevators at the observation level you are currently 1,136 feet off the ground. The glass floor lets you look to the ground 114 stories below.  You go up to the Skypod which is 33 stories above the main observation level.  It is the highest observation platform in the Western Hemisphere.  You can see all the way to New York and Niagara Falls from here. You can also feel the building swaying a lot more up here. You hear a guide mention the antenna above the Skypods gets hit by lightning an average of 75 times a year.  The mix of the swaying and lightning are enough to send you back down to ground level.
You grab a light lunch and walk over to High Park to sit and enjoy it.  Finishing your lunch you take a walk down one of the nature trails.  Walking alone your thoughts drift to Jensen.  Once again today, you haven’t heard from him at all.  You are right here in his town and he can’t seem to spare you any time.
That afternoon you end up strolling through the CF Toronto Eaton Centre Mall.  It is a huge shopping center with more than 250 stores.  In your current mood nothing there really grabs your attention.  
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By seven you are on your way back to Jensen’s apartment to get cleaned up to have dinner with him.   At 8:30 you send a text asking if he was going to be getting off soon. Almost an hour later, you receive a reply.
Jensen 💗-On my way back
You-Do you still want to go out and grab dinner?
Jensen💗-No
Alrighty then.  You pull leftovers out of the fridge and start warming them up for dinner.  When he walks in, you just about have everything ready to go.
“Hey honey, if you want to shower first, dinner is almost ready.”
“I already ate.”
“What?”
“It was a rough shoot, I went out and grabbed a drink with Karl, Jack and Anthony.  We ordered some food there.”
He heads off to the bathroom, and you just stare after him.  “Well thanks for telling me,” you mutter after him.
No longer hungry you put everything away once more.  Entering the bedroom you change into sweats and sit down on the corner of the couch.  It isn’t long until Jensen returns, he collapses in the middle of the couch.
“What a day.  Anything Kripke was unable to throw at us during Supernatural is sure finding its way out now.”
“Hmm.”
“This season is going to be so sick.”
You don’t respond, just keep your eyes straight ahead on the television.
“What’s your problem?” He turns his head to look at you.
“What’s going on with us?” you ask.
“What do you mean?”
“I feel like I don’t matter to you any more.  We rarely talk anymore.”
“We’re talking right now, or I was trying to but you’re ignoring me.”
“I thought we were going to do something tonight, but you went out with your friends while I was waiting for you.  You could have at least let me know what was going on.”
“It’s been a long couple of days, I don’t want to fight with you.  I’m going to bed.”
You watch him leave, biting your lip, you rest your head back against the couch trying not to cry.  That did not go the way you wanted it to at all. Going into the extra bedroom you grab a folded blanket off the unmade bed, and bring it back to the couch, planning on sleeping there tonight.  The television keeps you company, while your mind replays everything.  
The next morning, the sound of cupboard doors slamming around wakes you up.  Stretching as you sit up, you notice Jensen moving around the kitchen.  He looks over at you when he sees you move, but doesn’t say anything. He leaves a short time later. 
You don’t feel like doing much of anything today.  You hang out around the apartment watching Hallmark.  Why does everything always work out for them?
Around four, you get a text from Jensen that says he has something with the cast.  Another night alone, fabulous.  Why did you even bother coming?  Changing into presentable clothes you head out to find some food, getting into the elevator you are shocked at who you see.
“Eric, hi.”
“Y/N, how are you?  I wasn’t sure if you were in town or not this weekend.”
“Yeah, I just got in on Friday, staying a few days.  Doing alright, how are you?
“Good, are you coming to dinner?”
“What?”
“A bunch of the crew is going for dinner.  Aren’t you going to meet Ackles? I’ll give you a lift.”
His phone rings and you don’t get a chance to reply.  Getting off the elevator you follow him outside, planning to still go off on your own.  When the car pulls up, he waves you inside.  His phone call lasts almost the whole way to the restaurant, even though he keeps attempting to end it.  He is finally able to put it down just before the car pulls into the parking lot.
“Sorry about that.  Everything is a huge problem to some of the network execs.  Talking with Jared, I thought you were going to be here this weekend, but then I never saw you around set with Jensen.”
“He told me I couldn’t come with him.  Are you sure I can be here tonight?  Jensen didn’t invite me.”
“I would have let you on set, no problem. Yes, you are more than welcome to join us tonight.  Have you met anyone yet?”
“Just Karl.”
You follow him through the restaurant, when he arrives at the large table he calls out, “look who I found on my way here.”
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Your eyes are on Jensen who has Claudia’s arm around his shoulders as she is whispering in his ear.
“Hey!” Karl yells, “where have you been hiding?”
He gets up to give you a hug, Jensen gives you a questioning look, while everyone else just stares.  Eric looks around the table and asks a passing waiter for one more place setting and chair.
“I’ve been hanging out around the apartment, explored Toronto yesterday,” you finally answer Karl’s question.
“So you come all the way up here, and don’t even visit the set?  Should we be hurt?” Karl’s last question is directed at Kripke.
“What are you doing here?” Jensen interrupts them.
“Are you going to introduce us, Eric?” Anthony questions at the same time.
“I ran into Eric in the elevator, and he invited me to come along,” you answer Jensen.
“Why didn’t you bring her?” Eric asks your boyfriend, who just shrugs in response.
“Some of us still don’t know what’s going on,” Jack calls out.
“This is Y/N Padalecki, this lovely lady was Ali Black on Supernatural,” Eric introduces you.
“She also has horrible taste in men, because she’s dating that brute,” Karl tells them as he points to Jensen.
Anthony, Karen, Jack, Erin and Chase all stand up to greet you.  A chair is added next to Jensen as everyone but Claudia scoots down to make room for you.  
After the group has ordered, Karl looks at you from across the table.  “How long are you here for?”
“I have a flight out tomorrow afternoon.”
“We have some fight sequences to finalize in the mornin’, are you coming to tour the set?” He asks. 
“I don’t know,” you look over at Jensen, who has remained silent.
As time goes on you notice that Claudia seems to keep touching Jensen, her hand is on her arm, his thigh, and shoulder.  ‘Really girl’ you think ‘right in front of me?’
Erin asks about what you have going on now with Supernatural over.  You tell her about Walker.  Jensen seems agitated next to you, you finally turn and ask if he’s alright.  Instead of answering he stands up and nods for you to join him out in the hall.
“I can’t believe you got Eric to bring you along,” Jensen harshly whispers to you.
“It wasn’t my intention, I just ran into him when I got in the elevator.”
“I don’t understand what your problem is.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The attitude you had last night, sleeping on the couch,  now putting yourself in the middle of a cast get together.  What are you trying to do?”
“When did you become such an asshole? Maybe playing Soldier Boy has gone to your head. If you don’t want me here, and it’s such a big deal to have me here, I’ll leave.”
With that you turn back toward the room to grab your purse.  You expect Jensen to stop you, but he never does. The waiter is coming back in and you quietly ask him to cancel your order.  Before walking out the door, you turn back to the table.
“It was nice meeting you all.  I’m sorry, but I have to be going.  Enjoy the rest of your night.”  With that you turn and leave.
Eric is right behind you, he can’t get your attention so he grabs your arm once you step outside.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, I just have to go.”
“Y/N, I’ve known you a long time.  I can see you’re upset, and you’re barely holding back tears.”  He looks around for a moment before spotting a bench.  “Come sit down for a minute.”
“I’ll be alright, you should get back inside,” you try to tell him.
“Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
You know he isn’t going to let go, with a sigh you start talking.  “Things with Jensen and I haven’t been going so great lately.  He barely answers my calls or texts.  I don’t know the last time he even called or texted me to start a conversation.  Gen thought it might be good for us if I came up here and we spent some time together.  I’ve still barely seen him.”
You take a deep breath to try and get yourself back under control, but you can’t help the tears sliding down your face.  “I’m afraid our relationship might have run its course, and I don’t mean anything to him any more.  I’m just someone he used to have around because I was convenient.”
“Oh Y/N,  I’m so sorry you are feeling like this.  I don’t know what’s going on with him, but I know you always meant a lot to him,” Eric tries to comfort you.
“Used to. I can’t keep going like this, the last month has been rough.  I tried to talk to him last night and that didn’t go over well.  Now he’s mad that I’m here.  When things were good with us, he would have been the first one up to give me a hug.  He would have been the one introducing me to his new cast mates, not you and Karl.  We would have spent any free time he had together, going for a drink or golfing with the guys wouldn’t have been more important.”
“I’m sorry, you don’t deserve to be treated like that,” Eric says softly.  You can tell he is a bit out of his comfort zone here.
You nod your head, you know what you have to do and your heart is crumbling into pieces.  Turning in your seat you give Eric a hug.  “Thanks for everything Eric.  Will you do me a favor and keep an eye on him for me?”
“Anything for you.  I won’t let him get into too much trouble tonight.”
You bite your lip and wipe the tears off your face, “I don’t just mean tonight.”
It takes Eric a second, but after all you’ve just said, he understands what you mean.  “I will, you take care of yourself.  He gives you a hug before hailing you a cab and returning inside.
You stare out the window during the ride back to the apartment.  When you return you start packing up your things.  After your bag is ready you pull out your phone looking for a flight out.  You aren’t sure you could make any that are leaving tonight, so you change it to one leaving at 6:10 am.  Sitting on the couch you wait for Jensen to return.
Over an hour later he finally walks through the door. You stand up as he sets his keys down on the counter.
“We need to talk,” you tell him. softly
“We do.  What were you thinking trying to insert yourself like that?  I’m still new here, I can’t have you pushing your way in the middle of things, or asking for special tours around set.  What are they going to think?”
“As I told you earlier, I didn’t ask Eric to bring me along, I was going out to find my own dinner and ran into him when I was going to do that.  He told me to come along, and that it was alright.  Karl asked about me taking a tour, I didn’t push for one.”
“I can’t afford to have you rocking the boat here.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, I’m done.  I can’t…I can’t do whatever this has become anymore.” You gesture between the two of you.
That catches Jensen’s attention, and he notices your packed bag next to the couch. “What are you talking about?  Where are you going?”
“What I started to try and talk to you about last night.  I don’t know what’s happened to us, but I can’t take it anymore.  I’ve changed my flight to leave earlier.  I feel like I am the only one trying to hold this together anymore.  Right now you’re more worried about making a bad impression on people you’ve worked with for a few months, then about me.  You barely answer when I call or text you.  Any of our limited conversations anymore revolve around you, I doubt you could tell me what I have going on in my life lately.”    
“That’s not true, you’re filming that…um…that…”
“The Netflix series?  Maid, about a single mom fleeing from abuse and trying to make it with her child. We wrapped a few weeks ago.  I told you that in Chicago.”
“You’re getting ready for Walker then.”  
“You’re grasping at straws, Jens.”
“I don’t understand why you want to end things?  What was the point of coming up here?  Was it just to break up?  Did you meet someone else?”
You shake your head, not believing what is coming out of his mouth.  “I came up here to see if there was any way we could save our relationship.  But when spending time with you cast mates, who are here with you everyday, is more important than me who you have barely seen, I have my answer.  If you really need an answer to the last question it’s no.  Honestly, going by all the pictures online, and dinner tonight, I should be the one asking that.  But I know you better than that.  At least I used to.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know when I became so unimportant to you,  something that could just be tossed aside when I wasn’t useful.”
He looks at you in shock. “That’s not true and you know it.”  
“I really don’t, not anymore.  With everything going on in your life, there isn’t time for me.  A backseat is okay once in a while, but it’s not a place I’m willing to stay.”
 “What are you talking about?”
“Your career is really taking off, and I can’t keep up with everything.  We don’t even live in the same county anymore.  I just don’t fit in your life anymore, and I deserve better than what I’m getting.”
“Everything I do is for us.”
“You really going with that? After how you treated me this weekend?  How you’ve been treating me the last few months?”
“Any girl would be happy to be in your place.”
“I don’t know when you became this self absorbed asshole, but that’s not the guy I fell in love with, the guy I planned my future with.  I’m sorry Jensen, but I can’t take the hurt and loneliness that have come from this relationship anymore.  I don’t want to cry myself to sleep over us another night, or wonder when you’re going to feel like talking to me again.” 
“After everything I did for us, if you think it’s really so bad to be dating me, then there is no reason to drag this out,” he spits out, his anger rising.  “Make sure to be out of the house before I get back to Texas.”
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You give a small shake of your head, “if you knew how things were going with me.  You would know I’ve been staying at my brother’s house because I wasn’t comfortable alone in yours.  I don’t have much left there, it will be out soon.”   
You grab your bag and head for the door, stopping before you open it.  “I did love you, you meant the world to me.  I told Jared no matter what happens between us, I didn’t want it to affect your friendship.  I wish you the best Jens, and I really am happy for you and everything that’s coming your way.  I just wish there was still room for me in your world.”  Taking one last look at your now ex, you quickly exit the apartment.
Thank you for reading!
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Finding Sunshine Part three | Jensen Ackles x OC
Summary: After a much needed conversation with Danneel. Jensen called Savannah again, asking her to take a drive with him. Where things start to heat up a little.
Side note: Seriously🥹❤️. You guys interacting with this series makes me so happy. I’m so glad that you’re all enjoying it! I tried making Dee evil, but I couldn’t. She’s too sweet for this world. So that’s exactly what she is in this fic as well. Just clear the air, it’s already nighttime when Jay calls our girl again🩵. I decided not to make this side note long. So I hope you enjoy part three beauties🤍! Ps. Making out in the Impala is EVERY WOMAN’S dream.
Warnings: Making out. Jensen being sweet and patient. (Yes. A warning). Slow burn-ish, fingering, dry humping, little praises here & there. Just an intimate moment between our couple🩵. And whatever else I forgot to mention.
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“What do you mean that you miss me? Dee, we’re divorced for a reason. You’ve met someone else and I met someone else. I’m happy. Why’re you still here?” Jensen questions when his ex-wife wouldn’t leave his bed or his house. It has been a year since they’ve been divorced. It was like 14 years of marriage in the drain for nothing. The separation crushed Jensen, but there was nothing that he could do besides move on just like Dee did. He just wasn’t sure that she fully moved on from him.
“Because I want everything to go back to the way they were, Jay.” She replied with a sweet smile that he used to love so much. But now, he adores Savannah’s smile. He shook his head at her.
“Nothing will ever be the same, Danneel. You ended this marriage when you cheated on me.” Jensen said calmly with his arms crossed. She frowns at his calm demeanor, narrowing her eyes at him. Still able to clearly read him like a book.
“There’s someone else..” Dee breathed out and he nodded in confirmation.
“There is. And I’m happy again, since our divorce. You have someone already. What happened?” He kept his voice calm and comforting. She shrugs at his question.
“H..He didn’t want a woman who was still strung up on her ex-husband.” She said with a scoff and he let out a small chuckle. “He’s not wrong. But D, you could have any man you want. It’s just not me anymore, I’m sorry. Now, I’m not gonna kick you out, but you’re welcome to take the bed and I’ll take the couch. You could visit me and the kids anytime.”
This is what they needed. A conversation. A standard boundary between them. Jensen didn’t hate her. He could never, but he was heartbroken and utterly confused by her actions.
Danneel nods with a sniffle. “Of course. I’m sorry Jay. I never meant to hurt you.”
Jensen sighs softly, rounding the counter to pull her into a hug. “I know you didn’t, but it’s life. Everyone goes through divorces Dee.” She nodded against his chest, squeezing him tighter.
“Should go call that woman back and tell her that you’ll take her out tonight. I’ll stay here and watch the kids, if you’re okay with that.” Jensen leans down to kiss her hairline with a laugh.
“Yeah, you’re still the mother of our kids. And you sure?”
She nods once more, moving away from him wiping the tears from her eyes.
“I’m positive. Whoever she is..S..Should know how lucky she is to have a man like you in her life, Jay. Go get ready.” She responds with a soft smile on her features and he mirrored it, running towards the stairs like a little kid on Christmas Day. “You’re the best, De!”
“And don’t you forget it, Ackles!”
Jensen felt a warm heat wave in his chest as he headed towards the bathroom with a huge smile on his face.
He couldn’t wait to go to Savannah again.
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Savannah hums softly to All Our Own. Smiling to herself when she heard Jay sing. Was there anything that he couldn’t do? He could act, he’s in a band, owns his own company and can sing? What else was she missing? Savannah was currently at her mom’s house, helping her cook some food so that she could take it to the hospital for her new man.
Savannah was happy for her mom. Now she’s been teasing her about seeing someone. She loves days like this.
As she was kneading the dough, her phone echoed through the kitchen. Savannah glances over to see Jensen calling her. She wipes down her hand, picking up her phone as she answers.
“Hi, Jay.” She says in a sing-song voice with a soft smile gracing her face.
“Hey, baby. What’re you up to?” It sounded like he was on the road, going somewhere. Savannah puts the phone between her cheek and shoulder.
“Making cookies for my mama as she gets ready. What’s up? A..Are you driving?”
She hears him hum in affirmation. “That I am, pretty girl. Just had to clear my head and hear your pretty voice again.”
Her heart flutters in her chest at the sweet gesture. She smiled to herself, pausing what she was doing.
“We spoke this morning, handsome. Miss me already?” Savannah could practically hear the smile on his face.
“Always, pretty. Come on a drive with me?”
She heard the sound of heels clacking against the stairs. Savannah looks up to see her mom and she gushes.
“Hold on, handsome. Let me call you back?” She replies with a soft smile as she patiently waits for his response.
“Course you can, darlin.’ See you soon.” And with that they disconnect the call and Savannah claps her hands.
“Mama..” She breathes out with tears blurring her vision. “Te ves tan hermosa.”
Her mom smiled at her, smoothing down her dress with a soft blush. “Sí? ¿Crees que a Mark le gustará?” Savannah nods.
“He’ll love it, ma. Looks like you and I have plans tonight.” She hums, rounding the counter to lean against it with her arms crossed. Her mom raised an eyebrow.
“Jensen asked you out again?” Savannah nodded her head at her.
“He did… I..I really like him. But I don't know how to tell him.”
Savannah’s mom coos at her, walking over to her to stand in front of her.
“Sigue a tu corazón. Escucha eso. Tu cabeza no, mi amor.” She said to her with a kiss on her cheek.
She exhaled softly with a gentle nod. “You’re right. No overthinking. I love you.” Her mom pats her cheek affectionately. “I love you too, darling. Go get ready and don’t wait for me.”
Her mom winks and Savannah whines, shaking her head.
“Mom! That’s gross.”
Savannah could hear her mom laughing as she walked up the stairs. And she shakes her head again with a chuckle.
She adores that woman so much.
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Jay🤍: Come outside, baby girl.
Savannah glances at her phone and smiles at herself. She grabs her bag along with her jacket, heading towards the stairs, runs down and opens the door to see Jensen in all his glory. A black hoodie and a hat to match, making his hair peek out of it paired with blue jeans and sneakers. Even in casual clothing he still looked so good.
She locks the door behind her, dress swaying as she walks down the driveway to approach him.
“Hi, handsome.” She greets once she stands in front of him. His eyes lit up at the sound of her voice and drew her in close to him. “Hey, pretty lady. Ready?”
Savannah nods excitedly, causing Jensen to let out a soft chuckle and dips his head down to mold his lips with hers humming at the taste of her cherry chapstick.
“You taste like cherries.” He breathed out once they parted. Savannah giggled softly. “I know. It was the only chapstick I had left.” Jensen nods in approval with a smirk.
“Good choice, sweetheart.” He smiles when he sees a soft blush appear on her face and opens the passenger door for her. She thanks him and slides inside the Impala. Jensen closed the door and rounded the car to get in his side. Once they were in and all buckled he backed away from the driveway onto the road.
He just drives away into the night as Zeppelin was softly playing on the radio.
Jensen could get used to seeing Savannah.. She was starting to mean a lot to him in a short amount of time and to be honest? That scared him.
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Night driving became their routine. Either Jay would ask her whenever he had the time or she would ask him whenever she had the time. It was their thing to do together. And for them? That was special. Savannah always enjoyed night drives. It was honestly the best time to have a clean slate and clean mindset. With Jensen around now? It became 10 times more enjoyable. Savannah has never met a better person, who was patient, always made her laugh, blush profusely as much as he does. Who is always so sweet and kind and also not to mention, really handsome.
Yeah sure, there were a few men who kind of had the same personality as Jensen, but none of them were willing to try and be with her. They always told her that being a virgin was a problem or that she’s teasing them with the clothes she wore or when she sweet talks to them. No. She really wasn’t. That’s just who she was. So they all broke her heart. But now that she is with Jay? She was scared, if she’s being honest. Scared of getting her heart broken once more.
She knows he’d never do anything like that though. Not to her. Not when she didn’t deserve it. Savannah always adores night times in Texas. It was beautiful. Just passing through the state and seeing all the different lit up buildings. It was pretty.
“Hey, come back to me, sweetheart.” Jensen’s voice pulled her away from her head as she turned to face him. She will never get tired of seeing him. He’s beautiful. She hums, letting him know that she’s still with him and slides across the bench of the Impala next to him. His arm instantly moves behind her, inviting her into his space and rests on her shoulder. The pair stays quiet, enjoying the comfortable silence amongst them as Jensen drives down the empty highways.
When he turns the corner and pulls into a parking lot where Savannah can see the stars. He shuts the engine off and unbuckles himself as she does the same to have more moving space. Jensen hints at her to scoot back a little and she does. He gets comfortable against the door, tugging her close with a soft murmur, “c’mere baby.” She slotted herself between his legs with her back against his covered chest. Jay took his hat off, placing it on her head as they both laughed quietly when it slipped over her face.
Jensen then started off slow. Just playing with her soft hair, testing the waters as he grips it softly.
He heard a soft groan leaving her lips. Then pushed her hair on the other side of her shoulder, dipping his head down to kiss her neck gently. “Tell me this is okay, sweet girl.” He whispers in her ear as his hands meet her thighs, not moving until he has her consent.
“More than okay, handsome.” She confirms and that’s all he needs. But then she grabs one hand, bringing up to her breast and gasping quietly when Jensen squeezed it. His other hand meets the other breast, giving them a hearty squeeze. Savannah moans softly.
He fiddles them in his hands as his deep velvety voice fills her ears.
“Can you just imagine how my cock sliding up and down these perfect pairs of tits? You spread out on my bed, looking so fucking pretty.” He kept that gravelly tone in his voice. Almost like he’s channeling his inner Dean.
Her skin prickles at the thought. She’s never wanted anyone so bad in her life.
“I..I normally don’t do anything like this, but you’re bringing out this side I never knew I had.” She whispered shakily as she felt his hand slip under her dress, dangerously close to her cunt.
“Do you wanna stop?” He asks softly. But Savanah shakes her head. “Please don’t, Jay. I want this.” He nodded, even though she couldn’t see him and proceeded to move his hand, cupping her bare pussy fully.
He tsk at her as a smirk forms on his face. “Were you hoping for something to happen, princess? Is that why you’re not wearing any panties?” He teased, patting her lips, collecting some of her arousal and bringing it up to her clit.
Savannah melts into his gentle touch with a soft whisper. “Maybe.” He chuckles, dipping a singular finger in her tight entrance causing him to groan at the tightness on his finger. He also felt his jeans become more uncomfortable as his cock twitches.
“Fuck baby.. You’re really tight. Makes me wonder if you’ll be able to take my cock, when the time comes.” He said, keeping that teasing tone. Savannah huffs at his teasing with a soft whine.
“You’re a tease Jay, did you know that?”
Jensen laughs under his breath, pressing his lips to her heated cheek.
“I know I am, honey girl. Wouldn’t be myself if I didn't tease my girl.” He felt her clenched down on his now two fingers that were inside her. He coos.
“Yeah? You like being called my girl, baby? Well, guess what? That’s because you are. My beautiful, smart girlfriend.”
She keens at the name while her brain starts turning into mush. So she just babbles her thoughts.
“You’ll teach me though right, Jay? Teach me how to take your cock?” She moans as his pace quickens when she tells him what she wants him to teach her. Jensen couldn’t help but to moan with her. “Tell me more, honey girl. What do you want me to do?” He asked between pants of his own.
Gosh, he felt a teenager again, who was about to burst a load into his pants.
Savannah sucks in a breath, regaining some air back into her lungs and shifts around, which makes Jensen’s fingers go deeper. They both let out a choked gasp. She spoke up.
“I..I want you to tease me until I can’t take it anymore. Want you to eat me out until I’m begging you to stop. I want you to call me your good girl when I do something right for you.” He hums, nipping at her neck, sucking the soft skin of her neck pressing her lips to her ear as he curls his fingers up, hitting her g-spot.
“Yeah? That’s what you want, sweetheart? I could make that happen. But right now, you’re being such a good girl for taking my fingers in this tight pussy.”
Savannah mewls when she clamps down on him like a vice, pulsing around his fingers. He just kept whispering little praises in her ear until her body shakes and stars blurred her vision as she came, drenching his fingers with her fluids, filling his ears with his name rolling off her tongue like smooth liquid.
Jensen lavished her flushed skin with tender kisses as his fingers came to a halt. He slowly pulled them out and they were just glistening with her arousal. He brings them close to her lips, tapping softly and she obliged, parting her lips and enclosed them around the digits, bobbing her head up and down slowly.
He tries and he really tries to not let the dirty thoughts cloud his mind as he glances over her shoulder at her.
Jensen couldn’t remember the last time he’s felt this hard just from watching someone. He’s just glad it was Savannah.
She pulls off with a soft but wet pop, causing him to mumble under his breath.“Jesus. Come here, pretty.” He turned her head toward him and pressed his lips against hers in a feverish kiss, tasting herself on her lips.
Savannah twisted her body around to make it easier for them. Jensen reached up to knock the hat off her head, tangling a clean hand through her hair. They maneuvered around carefully to their liking. Jensen reached up to knock the hat off her head, tangling a clean hand through her hair. They maneuvered around carefully to their liking. He grasped the back of her thigh, swinging it over his. She sits snug in his lap, legs on either side of his thighs.
Savannah rakes her nails through his hair as he does the same and then his hands were all over every inch of her body. But mainly her thighs. He loves them. Jensen let out a sigh in the kiss as he felt her brush up against the hardness of his cock.
Her hands were splayed on his covered chest when she leaned down to kiss his neck, leaving sweet kisses along the way, carefully trying not to mark him no matter how she wanted to. She makes her way back to his lips, loving the feeling of the softness against hers.
“Wait.. Wait.. baby.” Jensen breathed out, parting away from her with a heavy pant, shutting his eyes close. He felt her nails softly trace his flushed heated skin.
“You okay, Jay?” She asks sweetly and he opens his eyes to look at her with hooded eyes.
Savannah was truly a sight for sore eyes and he gets to see her like this.
“I’m fine, pretty girl, I’m just about to burst in my jeans with you just sitting on top of me.” He admitted with a laugh, causing her to giggle. She smirks softly, leaning in with a sticky sweet voice.
“Won’t want that to happen right, Jay?” She questions quietly, pressing down a little harder on his length earning herself a groan from him. His dark green eyes stared into her eyes.
“You little..” He growled, cupping the back of her neck and bringing her into a searing kiss, making her squeal in the kiss at the sudden movement. She moans when he backs away from the kiss and attacks her neck.
“You’re really gonna make me cum like this, honey girl. Fuck.” He rasped out, gripping on her thighs tightly as she moved her hips. Savannah pressed her head against his as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Cum for me, handsome. Please?” She whispered, leaving kitten kisses on his face. Jensen wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him bucking his hips up as his body tightened before his orgasm calmed the muscles down, rope of warm cum spilling in his jeans leaving a massive wet spot.
He leans forward to bury his face in Savannah’s chest with a laugh and lifts his head up with his chin propped up between her tits and has this dopey smile on his face.
“Holy hell, sweetheart.” He breathes out, as she scratches his scalp gently.
“Good?” She asks shyly and he scoffs softly. “Good? Talk about Abso-fucking-lutely amazing. Mind blowing, really.” Savannah blushed, hiding her face in his neck while he laughed, rubbing her back.
“Makes me think what else you’re hiding from me, kitten.” Jensen purrs in her ear, kissing behind it. He heard a small whine leave her lips.
He kissed her hairline, tapping her thigh. “Come on, baby. Let’s grab some food.” He tells her as she gets off him and he starts the Impala back up. Driving away from the parking lot with a grin on his face.
He couldn’t wait to explore their relationship farther.
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“No way.” Savannah giggles as Jensen was telling her a story from his earlier acting days. The pair had just finished their food and just started talking. Endless conversations, endless laughs.
Jensen laughs along with her, “it’s true. Jessica really punched me when I said that to her. It was fun though. Working with her always was. And working with Reba? Oh man. That woman could act her ass off. I adored working alongside her.” He said once his laughter cools down. Savannah hums and snuggles into his side.
“Wanna know a secret?” He all of a sudden whispers softly in the comforting silence. Savannah gives him her undivided attention to let him know that she’s listening. Jensen glances down at her, tenderly caressing her cheek.
“The most beautiful part about this is, I wasn’t even looking for anything when I found you. But you changed my mind, Sav. God. I feel like you came into my life for a reason.” He confessed to her. Savannah lets a smile graced her face
“I wasn’t really looking either. I guess we changed each other’s minds, huh?” She responds, planting a kiss on his lips. Jensen held her closer as she tried to pull away from him.
“Am I taking you back to campus or your mom’s house?” He asked her, breathing heavily as he broke the kiss. “Mom’s house, please.” He nodded and pecked her cheek, driving off into the night once more before she left for the night.
After a few hours of driving, Jensen arrived at Savannah’s moms house. He pulls into the driveway, putting the Impala in park as she climbs out, grabbing her things and rounds the car to go to his side when he rolls down the window. She holds his cheek in her hand, bringing his lips to hers for the last time. He savors the cherry chapstick once more, before backing away.
“Call you later?” She murmurs, stroking his cheek with her thumb. He nods softly. “I’ll have my phone nearby, honey girl.” She gave him a smile and kissed his forehead, moving away from the Impala and waved at him, walking inside the house once it was unlocked. He saw her blow a kiss in his direction, making him chuckle while shaking his head.
Then the realization kicked in. He was starting to fall for her. And he was falling hard.
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Oh, boy🤭❤️. Someone’s starting to fall for our girl🥰.
But HEY CUTES. I’m sorry that it took me long to post part three, I’ve been talking a little bit of a break from writing. Finding the inspiration again🫶🏾.
So. I couldn’t make Dee evil. I’m sorry😂. She’s too sweet. And that’s how I left it.
Plus I think two evil people are good enough. What do you guys think?
Part four will be very interesting👀. Remember I don’t kiss & tell🥳.
Tag list will now be at the top!!
Translations: Sigue a tu corazón. Escucha eso. Tu cabeza no, mi amor. = Follow your heart. Listen to that. Not your head, my love.
¿Sí? ¿Crees que a Mark le gustará? = Yeah? You think Mark will like it?
Te ves tan hermosa. = You look so beautiful.
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Muddy Waters
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Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Musician!Reader
Summary: After a mud run and several drinks, Jensen finally gathers his courage and makes a move on a longtime friend he’s been crushing on for a while. Are his feelings reciprocated, though?
Warnings: +18/NSFW!, smut (shower sex, grinding, fingering, p in v, oral m, spanking, competitive dom/sub vibes), sassy!reader (my little rascal 🖤), friends to lovers (they’re drunk, giggly idiots), a lot of teasing, bantering & dirty talk (cuz words make the collective tumblrhood go horny), minor angst, fluff
Word Count: 5.3k
A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months. First RPF and it’s 80% dirty, so I hope you’ll ruin those panties. 😜 When I got Aud’s @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​ dirty, dirty gif, I remembered the mud run again, so here it goes. Written for Aud’s Make Me Horny Challenge! My gif was a steamy shower scene that depicted some soapy grinding from behind 😏💦🧼
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The door falls shut behind them, a row of never-ending laughter spilling from the porch into his otherwise quiet home as they clumsily stumble inside. She’s clinging onto his broad shoulders for dear life as he cages her between his body and the door, his mouth latching onto her pulse point and drawing a needy moan from her while he simultaneously tries to fumble the keys back into the lock.
The drunken laughs almost force her onto her knees, close to tumbling to the floor and clutching her stomach, but Jensen’s arms elegantly weave around her middle and hold her in place before his lips crash against hers in an attempt to stop the giggles, even though he can barely contain his grin himself.
He loves when she laughs like that. She always laughs with her whole heart, zero fucks given about how ridiculous, silly, or embarrassing she might look. He loves when she throws her head back with full force, has seen the many times she crumbled to the ground when she’d visit him and Jared on set. He’s seen the mascara-stained cheeks and has heard all her snorts and chokes. She laughs exactly like she loves – carefree. He loves her authenticity, admires it even.
She’s breathless when he parts for air and traps her bottom lip between her teeth, mischief twinkling in her gorgeous eyes. Her chest is heaving with each labored breath, and for a moment, she just stares at him and worships his beauty.
Okay, maybe she needs to backtrack a little and explain exactly how she ended up here – being devoured by the most handsome man on this planet.
She met him about seven years ago in her hometown of Vancouver. She’s known Jared a couple years longer and when her friend told her he was moving to her city for a job, she invited the guys to one of her concerts at a local bar. The rest, as they say, is history.
She’s always liked Jensen, mostly because he’s easy to tease, his freckle-dusted cheeks blushing adorably whenever she cracks an inappropriate joke. The first time she made him snort a drink through his nose, she considered it a huge win. It’s not like he’s particularly shy, though. He’s just the quiet type, humble and solid during any storm. She can still recall his baffled face when they met for the first time and she asked Jared, “Who’s the boy scout you brought?”
Honestly, she’s surprised a guy like him is into a girl like her. But maybe that’s exactly why he likes her. She’s been on the road since she was a teenager, sharing closed quarters on tour busses with a bunch of guys. She’s used to the elaborate pranks and the dirty jokes. At this point, she considers herself a part of the boys.
Especially Jared has a whole repertoire of dick jokes that she finds hilarious and the first time he’s cracked one in front of her, she remembers how Jensen’s pupils enlarged to an almost comical degree, telling Jared, “C’mon, man. Not in front of a lady,” to which she only replied, “Why? My dick’s bigger than yours, Ackles.”
He smirked at her after that and she knew exactly why. Yeah, he’s practically wearing BDE on his sleeve, and the way his large erection is currently rubbing against her thigh, she only feels her suspicions confirmed.
After the ice was broken, he’s gotten used to her big mouth and now laughs just as loudly as her. And listen… it’s not like she never knew he harbored a small crush on her throughout these years.
She recalls how he gazed at her the first time he’s heard her sing on stage – mostly because it was super hard to concentrate on the lyrics while he was shooting her doe-eyed looks all night. She also knows he specifically seeks out her company, always choosing the closest seat next to hers when they hang out together in the studio, on set, or at someone’s home.
So yeah, she kinda knew.
Still, she was shocked when he finally fessed up to his feelings tonight after all these years of saying nothing at all.
The guys had invited her to a mud run for charity in Austin and Jensen was the first to offer her his place to stay – he always was, which in retrospect, should’ve probably given her a clue from the beginning. After the run and covered in dried dirt from head to toe, the group went out for drinks at the bar that had been set up for the event. They drank until everyone’s vision started to blur and speaking coherently became a task in itself.
She’d been chatting with Jensen for over an hour at a little table in the corner, all their friends scattered around the bar and busy with themselves. She’d just convinced him into his eighth shot of tequila and was in the middle of her long rant about how sick and tired she was of dating clout-chasers and Hollywood douchebags after her recent fling with a horrible DJ had ended when he suddenly leaned back in his chair with the coolness of a thousand men and just said:
“What about me?”
She giggled and finished her tequila shot, placing the glass upside down on the tabletop. “What about you?”
“Date me,” he simply shrugged, his forest green eyes pinning her down as his muscles stretched underneath his shirt, the thin layer of dirt on his biceps cracking with every tension.
“Uh-huh, funny,” she laughed because honestly, he had to be joking, right?
“Oh, I’m not joking, Y/N,” he stated without a quiver of insecurity and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
“Jens, c’mon,” she laughed and playfully rolled her eyes, trying to brush him off. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am, though.” And while his green eyes showed nothing but seriousness, there was still a small teasing smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth. “What? Not your type? Would a neck tattoo help?”
She snorted loudly, tilting her head back with a laugh, and kicked his chair with her sneakers a little, “God, stop! Shut up.”
“Is that a yes?” he wiggled his eyebrows and leaned closer to her face, their voices only loud enough to be heard in close proximity.
She rested her chin in her palms and gazed at him with a flirtatious smile, “Oh, my sweet boy scout, I think you’re everyone’s type. Wouldn’t worry about that.”
“I don’t care about everyone. I care if I’m yours,” he argued and she bit down on her lip, contemplating for a moment, because admittedly, it was a very dangerous game the two of them started playing.
Their gazes were still locked on each other when she felt his hand encapsulate her knee. It lingered there for a heartbeat, testing the waters, and when he didn’t receive any protests, it slowly trailed higher underneath the secrecy of the table and caused goosebumps on her bare thigh.
God, what she wouldn’t give to feel those thick fingers inside of her.
“C’mon, Y/N, you can say it,” he egged her on with a cute smirk.
She let go of her bottom lip then and matched his smile, leaning closer to his face until they were only inches apart. “Fine, I’d fuck you, sure.”
He chuckled in amusement at her reply and took a casual sip of his whiskey, “Okay, good.”
“So what? You’re angling for one fuck here to get it out of your system?” It was an honest question and whatever answer he’d give her, she’d accept it without offense. Hell, if he asked her for a night of fun, she’d say yes in an instant. It wouldn’t be the first time she agreed to something like that.
And before you judge her – it’s hard to date when you’re always on the road or trapped in a recording studio. She’s still a woman with needs, okay?
He laughed again, “Oh, far from it. But my whole plan would probably throw you for a loop, so let’s just stick to tonight for now before I have to chase you down over the hills in a few seconds.”
“Ackles,” she sighed with a silly eye roll and shook her head at him. Yeah, Jensen was probably too gentleman to ask her for a fuck. After all, the guy bought a house a year ago for his future wife and kids, so really, what did she expect?
“What?”
“Why would you wanna date me, huh? This is just tequila-induced insanity,” she countered. She’d do him a favor by letting him down easy. Honestly, he’d be making a huge mistake – according to her.
She’s a fuck-up, alright?
“Actually, I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had,” he grinned stubbornly, confidence oozing from every pore, his fingers still lazily drawing circles on her thigh. “I know you and you know me. We’re already friends. You know I’d treat you right and not like those assholes you usually pick. What’s so crazy about that, huh?”
“Yeah, but I deserve to date assholes – you don’t. I’m a messy bitch and you’re-”
“A boy scout?” he arched an eyebrow and smiled a little. She twitched her shoulders and nodded. “Well, maybe I’m just a masochist and you’re the only one who can scratch that itch. Ever thought about that? ‘Sides, you should really stop calling me a boy scout.”
With curious amusement, she leaned closer, “Really? Why is that?”
His tongue poked out to wet his plump lips, shrinking the distance between their faces even more, “Because all the things I wanna do to you would surely get me kicked out.”
Needless to say, she was already a goner when he decided to attack her with his whole array of suave poise and she stared into his hypnotizing apple green eyes for a tiny bit too long. Biiiiig mistake on her part. “Yeah? Like what?”
He then leaned in close to her ear, his breath tickling her earlobe and sending shivers down her spine. “Come home with me and find out how I’d take care of you. Make you feel what I feel when I’m with you,” he purred, voice deep and velvety smooth. “But I’m warning you – once I sink my thick cock into that cunt, you’re mine, baby girl.”
Yup, that’s the story of how they ended up making out in Jensen’s foyer, because fuck, she didn’t believe boy scout Ackles really had it in him and could keep up with her twisted mind. But then again, it’s just like him to prove her wrong and he’s certainly proving her wrong a lot tonight.
“We’re getting your door dirty,” she giggles amongst his kisses. They’re still in their workout clothes from the run, dried mud sticking to every inch of their skin and hair and dusting to the ground.
“Don’t care,” he mumbles into the crook of her neck and pulls her tank top down enough to free one tit, catching the nipple quickly in his mouth and letting his tongue roll over it until it hardens. He’s already aware she’s not wearing a bra – a little fact that’s been torturing him the whole day.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers when his teeth graze her skin, her arousal close to dripping down her legs. She threads her fingers through his short locks and gives them a rough tug, the wanton groan he releases almost making her come on the spot.
He comes up for air soon, kissing his way back up her neck and pecking her lips once. His hand then caresses her cheek when he rests his forehead on hers, noses nuzzling together. “You can still back out if you want, you know? Doesn’t change anything between us. I promise.”
She bites down on her lower lip, hiding the smile because it’s just so him to say stuff like that, and cups his jaw, her fingers sweetly playing with his off-season beard, “Jens?”
“Hm?”
“Fuck me in that steam shower you got,” she grins broadly and he lets his head fall onto her shoulder for a brief chuckle before he catches her gaze again.
“Alright,” he nods, smiles in the most adorable way, and claims her lips in a searing kiss as he lifts her up under her asscheeks, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
He carries her upstairs and through his bedroom till he reaches the master bathroom, leaving dirty clothing items scattered around the house in their wake.
Y/N’s practically naked once he sets her down and her feet feel the cold tiles underneath her soles, only a pair of black panties left to cover up his holy grail. Jensen’s down a shirt too and shivers slightly when her hands land on his abs, trailing their way up to his chest. One arm snakes around her waist to keep her steady as she tiptoes up and starts to suck and nibble on his neck while her hand sneaks into his shorts and palms his hardened cock, its weight only making her panties soak more.
“Fuck,” he grunts and squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure as she pumps him slowly, her mouth sucking a hickey into the skin by his collarbone.
Her tongue then licks from his neck to his ear as she mutters hungrily, “God, I can’t wait to taste you.” She then sucks the skin behind his ear between her teeth and bites into his earlobe, tugging on it a little before she lets it pop back, coaxing another groan from him. Maybe he was right – he is a masochist.
“Hey, that’s my line,” he chuckles and hooks two fingers under her chin, pulling her lips onto his again.
“You’re gonna keep talking, boy scout, or are you gonna make me choke on your cock now?” she sasses with a grin.
“Shit, yeah.” The words only come out in a stumped breath before he hurriedly turns the water in the shower on.
When he spins around a mere second later, she’s already got her fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and slowly drags them down her legs before she stalks closer to him and does the same to him. She then cups his neck and pulls him flush against her, sucking his bottom lip between her teeth.
“Oh, so you’ve decided you’re gonna be the boss tonight, huh?” he teases with a chuckle.
She backs into the shower, steps into the stream of water, and innocently twitches her shoulders, “I don’t know. Who’s gonna stop me?”
The little wink she gives him is what finally sends him storming after her as he joins her under the hot spray. She squeals loudly when he tackles her and presses her firmly into the wall, looking deeply into her eyes with a smirk playing on his pillowy lips that feel just like the softest cloud. He then notices how her eyes wander down his frame, teeth and tongue dragging over her bottom lip.
“Like what you see?”
Her gaze shoots up at him, but she’s not embarrassed. Instead, her face has written mischief all over it and it’s like she’s turned it into a competition of who can break who first and he has to swallow some of the heat down. Luckily, the trickling water hides the building sweat on his hairline. He knows he has to play his cards right or his chances become bygones.
“You tell me,” she says and grabs his hand, spreading his fingers a little as she drags two through her slick.
The grunt that leaves him then is almost primal as her arousal collects on his fingertips and he has to steady himself with his free hand on the tiled wall next to her head. “Mmm, fuck, so wet for me, baby,” he hums, resting his head between her breasts as he starts moving his fingers on his own, two digits rubbing slow circles on her clit before they slip into her tight channel.
She gasps when they enter her, finding just the right angle and pace as he thrusts them into her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit until her frantic curses become wordless moans. She locks her arms behind his neck for support as his other hand holds her in place by her waist.
“Oh fuck, Jay,” a breathy moan escapes past her lips as the coil in her stomach threatens to snap.
“Not so talkative now, huh?”
Yeah, he probably shouldn’t have challenged her because now one of her hands is reaching down and grabbing a tight hold of his cock, making him hiss and his rhythm slightly waver.
“Fuck, alright. Two can play that game. I got the message,” he tells her and places a wet kiss behind her ear, hearing her winningly giggle.
He’s speeding up his ministrations then while she eagerly strokes his length until they’re both panting, lips faintly brushing against each other. When he slides a third finger in, it’s enough for her, and she comes harshly around his digits and with repeated chants of his name, her nails digging into the flesh on his shoulders and the hand wrapped around his cock giving it a light squeeze, causing it to twitch in her grasp. He catches her in time before her wobbly legs give out and steadies her with a strong arm around her waist and a smile on his freckled face.
“My turn,” is all she says and pecks his lips with a grin as her palm glides along the thick vein on his underside and down to his balls. She starts to massage them, gives them a gentle tug or a roll every odd second while her mouth works from his jaw down to his torso, nibbling and sucking on every inch of skin in its way. She halts at his navel, teases it a little with her tongue, and is amused when the tickling makes him slightly chuckle. She then drops onto her knees fully, Jensen’s hand finding its way into her hair as she peppers the remaining road down with kisses.
When she arrives at his pubic bone, she pinches the skin between her teeth slightly, soothing the little sting with a wet kiss immediately after. The hand on his balls wanders then back to form a ring around his base, cutting off his blood supply a little, which only makes him swell more. Her other hand finds its place on his perky asscheek and her nails dig into his skin as she pushes him a little closer to her face.
He swears he’s never been this hard before in his life and her lips haven’t even touched his cock yet. He’s completely enthralled as he watches her work with precision and when she sticks her tongue out and gives his pink tip a few teasing kitten licks, he almost blows his load right then and there. She notices he’s close, though, and stops her teasing.
Her tongue licks a stripe up on his underside before her lips engulf his head, taking him in full with one swift motion until he hits the back of her throat, the tip of her tongue massaging his vein a little and her nose brushing his skin.
“Fuck!” he exclaims loudly at the sensation and tightens the grip in her hair because she’s caught him so off guard. He releases a shaky exhale to ground himself again or he knows he won’t fucking last.
She slowly draws back up, a string of saliva connecting his dick to her lips before it’s broken by her laughter.
He chuckles lightly himself and shakes his head at her, “Geez, a little warning next time. You’re gonna kill me in like a second if you keep doing that.”
Her eyes form a puppy dog look as she blinks up at him through thick, black lashes. “So slower? How slow?” she asks in feigned innocence and places a tender kiss on his head.
Before he can answer, though, she slowly kisses down the left side of his cock till she reaches the base. “Like that?” she asks and meets his hooded gaze before she kisses her way back up to his tip. Her tongue then teasingly dips into his slit, her hand following her mouth and her thumb trailing up his underside with just the right amount of pressure before her lips give his head a good suck. She lets it go with a pop and looks up at him again, “Or like that?”
“Fucking hell,” he hisses and grits his teeth. “Okay, mm-mm. You’re no longer allowed down there.”
He grabs hold of her arms and pulls her back onto her feet like she’s just a feather he’s picking up from the sidewalk. He’s greeted by her shaking frame then because she’s laughing so damn hard and he can’t help but join in before he pecks her lovingly on the forehead.
One hand then wraps around her middle and falls down to her ass, roughly grabbing a handful. His lips capture hers and drown her giggles, his tongue invading her mouth and exploring every inch of it.
“I hope for your sake you had fun. You do know bad girls get punished, right?” he whispers into her ear, his baritone voice vibrating in her drum.
She giggles through pressed lips, “Do they?”
“Mhm,” he hums and nuzzles her nose briefly with hers while his hand snakes around her throat and his thumb starts applying light pressure. He kisses a trail along her neck and down to her collarbone, sinking his teeth into her soft flesh and sucking bits of skin between his lips.
“I think it’s time someone teaches you some manners,” he continues as his tongue reaches her hardened bud, swirling around it, and his hand leaves her hip to join it, slowly brushing up her side to knead her boob.
“What, you think just because you’re Texan, you can tame me?” she cheekily raises an eyebrow, the next laugh already waiting in her chest to erupt.
He chuckles briefly before he swiftly turns her around and presses her into the wall, pinning her hands above her head. She shudders when her cheek meets the cool tiles and her nipples harden at the abrupt temperature drop. She feels his erection rub against her ass and needily tries to grind herself against it.
“Wanna repeat that for me?” His breath ticklishly fans against her ear and she can still smell the whiskey and tequila shots from earlier. His tongue tastes like it, too, and she’s not sure she can ever get enough of it.
“No, I’ll be good now,” she promises quickly and gazes over her shoulder at him, although she’s not sure he’s buying into her sudden act of innocence. But she might as well let him win now because her pussy is begging to be filled at this point. She’s always been impatient.
He playfully narrows his eyes at her, suspecting she might just work quietly on her comeback. “Hm, funny how the silence suddenly scares me more.”
She snorts and hides her face in her elbow, her shoulder blades shaking a little. He kisses the back of her head with a chuckle and removes his grip on her wrists then and is surprised when she doesn’t dare to move them back down. Maybe she’s learning after all?
She hears him opening a bottle of shampoo behind her and soon feels his hands connect with her skin again, soaping her up from her neck to her shoulders and down her whole body, taking his time on her tits, thighs, and ass as he gently massages each inch of skin between his fingers.
Only whimpers leave her lips now that soon bleed into moans when he starts to grind his cock between her globes and his lips mark up her shoulder. One hand wanders to the front and cups her mound before his middle finger dips between her folds and circles her bundle of nerves.
She’s not thinking about winning anymore and just enjoys his touches, her gaze focused on how the muddy water running down the drain becomes clearer with every clean drop. Her mind cleans itself too under the warm spray trickling down her back as she loses herself in everything that is him. She’s so in a trance she doesn’t even notice when his palm smacks her left asscheek till she feels the burn on her skin.
“Fuck,” she gasps and curses in her mind a little that he managed to get one over on her. The small laugh she hears behind her only confirms he’s won this round.
“You know, you’ve been teasing me all day,” he mutters into her neck, his palm soothingly curing the burn on her aching globe. “Well, all day and seven years.”
She sucks in a breath and bites down on her lip, tasting the iron on her tongue when he hits her right cheek this time.
“How so?” she carefully questions once she’s gained a little more composure again.
“Well… first of all, you crawled through mud today,” he starts but gets cut off by her.
“Is that why you were behind me all day? Just wanted to peek at my ass a little? That’s not very boy-scout-y of you,” she taunts him and he can practically hear the wide smirk on her face.
The third smack lands on her left cheek again, slightly harder than the previous one, and she jumps up in her spot a little before Jensen’s hands ground her hips into place.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this, Y/N? To turn you into a whimpering mess underneath me? Make you shut that filthy mouth for once?” His hands roam her entire body, his thick cock still rubbing sinfully against her back, and she’s sure she could come again from his words alone.
“Look at you,” he chuckles lightly, his fingers starting to torturously tease her clit again as his grinding intensifies and he listens to her little whimpers like it’s his new favorite song. “Y/N, don’t tell me you’re gonna come again from me just grinding my big cock against you?”
“I-I don’t know. Would be news for me too, buddy,” she croaks, her vocal cords strained. “Jens... fuck, please.”
“Please what, baby girl? Tell me what you want me to do to you. Want me to eat you out? Want to come on my tongue? Lick you clean till you scream my name, hm?”  
“Shit,” she squeezes her eyes shut when the tension in her belly rises. “Need you inside me, please.”
“Oh, you want that, huh?” He drives his dick further into her back and she instinctively starts grinding her whole body against his, desperate for her next release. She’s not even sure if it’s water or her own arousal that’s trickling down her thighs at this point.
“Mhm, yeah,” she nods and moves with his rhythm. “Want your long, thick cock inside… split me open. Want you t-to fuck me… as hard as-as you can… And then fill me up… c-cum deep inside me… make m-me feel you for days.”
“Fuck,” he curses at her words, his plan of torturing her backfiring a little.
She can feel how his knees spread her legs a little more and she knows he’s getting ready to take the plunge, his tip teasing her entrance and coating with her slick. His hand rests steadily on her hip when his cock slowly enters her inch by inch. The pleasurable burn makes her nails claw at the tiles and she arches her back when he’s fully seated within her, driving him in even deeper when she pushes her ass back.
“God, you’re so tight. Wish you could see how your cunt sucks me right in,” he coos into her ear and grazes his teeth on her shoulder when he withdraws a little before thrusting harshly back inside, his tip pressing against her cervix.
“Please move,” she pants. Honestly, she doesn’t know how long she can hold this up. She wants to kick his ass for teasing her so goddamn much but still loves every second of it, wondering why she hasn’t done this sooner.
“Feel what I feel yet, Y/N?” He doesn’t wait for a reply as he starts to fuck her relentlessly, his hips snapping to hers and pushing her body further into the hard wall.
His cock hits every little spot perfectly and it doesn’t even take her a minute before her walls squeeze his length and her legs begin to shake uncontrollably. He draws out then when she comes down from her high and spins her around to face him, his hands steadying her trembling frame.
He tenderly brushes a few strands of wet hair out of her face and entangles her lips in a sensual kiss. Her eyes look wearily up at him as if he’s finally drained her of all her energy, no fight left in her anymore.
“Jens?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, which surprises him, considering she even managed to belt out My Heart Will Go On today as a distraction while fighting her way through tons of mud.
“Yeah?”
She caresses his cheeks with the softest touch and searches for his gaze, “I think I feel it now.”
The corners of his mouth rise into a warm smile before their lips connect once more. He dips his head, lowering down to her forehead as his hands cup her cheeks and his thumb trails the outlines of her pink lips. “Yeah? Want me to make you really feel it now?” he asks in a low and husky voice.
She nods silently in his palms and sucks his thumb into her mouth. His features soften and his pupils blow wide with lust, the luscious green replaced by endless black. It’s when the game stops and love wins.
There’s no teasing, no words spoken when he lifts her up and she drapes her arms around his neck. His cock plunges back into her hole, setting a steady pace as his mouth tries to pay attention to every body part it can reach. Their kissing is only interrupted by their need for air, their gazes only focused on each other. It’s passionate, gentle, and loving, and it probably drives her madder than any roughness ever could.
“Cum with me one last time? Can you do that?” It’s a miracle he can still form words, and when she gives him a few quick nods, his movements speed up a little with the remaining energy he has left, the sounds of trickling water joined by salacious moans and grunts in the quiet bathroom.  
When her third orgasm hits her, he spills into her and coats her walls with his seed as she milks him for every drop. She clings tightly to his body, panting heavily into the crook of his neck, and he cups the back of her head, placing a tender kiss on her temple.
“You’re gonna fall asleep on my shoulder now?” His question is accompanied by a small chuckle because he finally managed to tucker her out.
“Maybe,” she sighs weakly against his skin.
He turns off the water then and carries her to his bed, gently laying her down on the mattress before he slips under the covers next to her and pulls her onto his chest, his bedsheets drying off the excess water glistening on their skin.
He peppers her head with kisses, his fingers stroking up and down her arm as her eyelids become heavier with every passing second.
“Are you planning your escape now?” he checks curiously, although his heart is nervously hammering in his ribcage as he waits for her reply.
“No, I’m yours now,” she states simply, cuddles deeper into his chest, and drifts off to sleep on top of him, her mind finally as clear as the clean water.
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I’ll be honest – they’re cute as shit and I might have fallen a tiny bit in love with them. (So much so my head started planning a little fluff-fest series, but you know, all in due time... probably... maybe... who the fuck knows? 😉)
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