#jensen ackles fanfic

[queen-of-deans-booty]

I'll Always Choose You

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: car accident, injured!reader, bitchy girlfriend, angst, fluff at the end

Request by @jessicalynnann: I’m requesting another one lol. Can I get a request where the reader and Jensen are best friends and Jensen is falling in love with her but his gf is really rude to her and makes him choose. Well the reader hears and distances herself… well Jensen realizes it is too late and the best friend is the one that makes him happy but the reader gets into an bad accident. You decided the ending. Thanks.!!! 

Summary: Jensen is back in town with his new girlfriend and is hosting a barbecue to get together with everyone and catch up. This is the first time you're meeting her, and she doesn't take you to as kindly as she leads everyone to believe she is.

Square Filled: in vino veritas (2021) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Jensen hasn’t even been back for more than a week and he’s already having a barbecue at his cabin in the mountains. He rents the place out every summer and invites everyone he knows to stay with him for the weekend. The place is big enough to house two dozen people and Jensen knows a lot of people. It’s been a few months since Jensen has been home since he’s traveling with his new girlfriend. You haven’t met her yet but you have talked to Jensen about her. He seems to be crazy about her so you’re not going to ruin what they have.

Yes, you have a crush on him. Yes, you love him. Yes, you’d do anything to make him happy. Yes, he is your best friend. No, you won’t do anything about it because he seems to be happy. What kind of friend would you be if you took that away from him?

Once you finish getting ready into a summer flowy dress, you grab the food you cooked and pile into your car. The cabin is located in the mountains up north so it takes you an hour to get there. There are already a bunch of people there but you don’t mind being later than everyone else. You pull into the driveway and see Jared’s car indicating that him and his wife are already here.

You let yourself into the house and enter the kitchen to place your food there when you see a young and beautiful woman. She must be Denise, Jensen’s girlfriend. You recognize her from the photos he’s sent you.

“Oh, hi. Denise?”

She looks you up and down as if she’s judging you.

“Yeah. You must be Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you smile.

“You have such a cute dress on. Don’t let the drinks ruin it.”

It’s the way she says this that makes ou suspicious. She seems a bit passive-aggressive like she doesn't like you. Instead of giving you a chance, she’s already decided that she doesn’t like you. You’re not going to let her ruin your night because you came here for one thing and one thing only.

“I can handle myself. Where is Jensen?”

Speaking of, your best friend walks inside the kitchen using the back door with containers of food in his hands. He looks at you and a big smile breaks out on his face.

“Y/N! You came!” He sets down the food and scoops you into his arms. You don’t miss the way Denise is glaring at you two. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Baby, you promised you’d show me around,” Denise says and pulls her boyfriend away from you. “Remember? You said you’d do it when you got done outside.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He turns to you. “I’ll be right back. Jared and Gen are outside.”

“Okay,” you nod.

Denise practically drags him away, leaving you all alone. You shake off this bad feeling you’re getting and join the others outside. Jared is talking to some guys off to the side while Gen is heping prep the table for the food. Joshua, Jensen’s brother, is using the grill to make his famous chicken on the other side of the backyard.

“Y/N!” Jared says a bit too loudly.

“Whoa, are you okay?” you chuckle and hug him.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

Jared has always been a light weight despite how tall he is. He definitely has the weight to keep the effects of alcohol away but he acts like he’s a hundred pounds when he drinks. It only takes a few drinks to really get him going.

“What number of drink is that?”

“Three?”

“You drink any more, you’ll bring out Doug. Do you really want to do that?”

“Probably not,” he chuckles.

You have fond memories of Jared’s alter ego coming out after he’s had too many to drink. The night usually ends in the cops being called but it’s memories you love to think about.

“So, I met Denise.”

Jared starts laughing at the tone of your voice.

“Yeah, everyone has that same reaction when they first meet her.”

“What is her problem?”

“I don’t know. She’s not the best person to be around but no one says anything because it seems like Jensen is happy. They’ve only been dating for a few months but they seem happy together.”

Jensen and Denise come back from the self-tour and you watch as she clings to his side even though he wants to go over to his friends and converse. He has a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his ears. He might be happy but it’s not true happiness.

“You don’t know him like I do.”

You leave Jared’s side to join Jensen’s. He has yet to tell you about his trip and now’s the perfect time to do that. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, you just want to be around him. However, Denise sees you walking over to them and she tugs on Jensen’s arm to grab his attention. She leans in and whispers something in his ear that causes him to chuckle.

“Sure,” he nods.

They both walk off before you can get to them, and Denise looks back at you to gauge your reaction. You pretend like you weren't walking to them and veer to the right where Gen is. She says something to you but you’re not paying attention. You stare at the couple until they disappear around the corner of the house. Jensen didn’t even see you coming toward him.

You push down your feelings and enjoy the company of everyone else until dinner is served. Jensen took the seat next to you before Denise could pull him away so she is forced to take the other side of him. Everyone digs into the delicious food immediately and the conversation somehow gets on the topic of how stupid Jensen has been in his past.

“Once Jared told me I couldn't do it, I had to prove him wrong. I climbed up to the roof  and got ready to jump into the pool.”

“I told him not to do it but he wouldn’t listen,” you chuckle.

“Yeah, so I got a running head start and jumped off into the pool. I made it in but it was shallower than I thought, and I broke my arm on the side of the pool.”

“You were a big cry baby,” you laugh and lean on his arm in laughter. “I held your hand the entire way to the hospital.”

“That you did,” he smiles down at you.

Denise’s jaw ticks in annoyance and jealously. She grabs her alcoholic drink and walks past you as if she is going to get a refil. However, she “trips” and she spills her entire drink all over your new dress. You gasp from how cold it is and stand up in shock.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” Denise apologizes.

“Shit, that’s cold!”

You look down at your dress to see the alcohol already staining your dress. You look at Denise and see the malicious intent in her eyes. She might be faking an apology but you know she couldn’t care less about this. She did this on purpose.

“Here, come with me. Let me clean this up before the stain sets.”

“Do you need me to come with you?” Jensen asks.

“No, I got this,” Denise chuckles.

She takes you into the cabin before you have  achance to say anything. As soon as the door is closed, she becomes a whole other person. She drops the nice girl act and shows her true colors.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but stay away from my boyfriend.”

“My problem? What are you talking about?”

You grab some napkins to dab your dress without her help.

“You can play games all you want but he’s mine, and I’ll make your life miserable if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t want him,” you lie.

“Please,” she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “I saw the way you were looking at him the entire night. Stay away from him or I’ll do more than pour alcohol down your dress.” She walks back to the door but pauses because she’s not done talking. “I am better than you in every way. You might be the best friend but I’m his girlfriend, and I always get what I want.” She gives you a sweet smile as if she didn’t just threaten you. “It’s nice to meet you though. Sorry about the dress.”

As soon as she leaves the kitchen, tears roll down your cheeks. You can’t go back out there looking like a mess so you dry your cheeks and your dress as much as possible before going back outside. Everyone is mostly done with dinner so they’re standing around instead of sitting. Jensen immediately walks over to you with a look of concern on his face.

“Hey, are you okay? I can pay for the dry cleaning.”

You look at Denise who is watching you with careful eyes. Jensen might genuinely be happy with her so you can’t take that away from him and tell him how rotten his girlfriend is. Plus, would he even believe you? Yes, you’re his best friend but would he believe you over his girlfriend?

“No, it’s okay. It was a misunderstanding,” you sigh.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

You excuse yourself and walk over to Jared who has been watching you three the entire night. He had two glasses of water at dinner so he’s sobered up some more. He sees the look of defeat on your face and nudges you arm.

“They won’t last.”

“What?”

“I don’t see them lasting another month.”

“Why would I care?”

“Come on,” Jared chuckles. “We all know you’re in love with him.”

“Shut your mouth, Jared,” you snap.

“What, am I wrong?”

You look at Jensen and Denise who are all over each other. She has her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands are low on her hips. You have to hold back your tears.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel. She clearly doesn’t want me around.”

“Give it time.”

Jensen and Denise walk into the cabin to do God only knows what, and you decide it’s best if you leave now. You don’t want to spend the night and have to hear them through the walls.

“As much fun as this whole thing has been, I should go now.”

You give Jared a side hug so you don’t get the alcohol on him.

“Good luck.”

You can’t leave this party without saying goodbye to Jensen. You’ll steal a couple of minutes and leave and that will be that. You don’t even have to give him a hug goodbye . You walk inside the house in search of your best friend. You walk past the kitchen into the living room where you overhear Denise and Jensen talking.

“What’s wrong? You were fine when we showed up.”

“I don’t like that you spend so much time with her. I’m your girlfriend who loves you.”

“She’s my best friend.” Great, they’re talking about you. How can you go in there now? It’ll only be awkward and you’ll give away that you’ve been listening. “We grew up together.”

“You’re with me now. Y/N needs to find someone she loves and leave us alone. I don’t want to be rude but it’s obvious she wants you.”

You can’t see Jensen’s face from where you’re at but you can only imagine what it looks like.

“You’re overreacting.”

“Do you have feelings for her? Is that why you’re being this way?”

You hold your breath and wait for his answer.

“Be this way? What are you talking about?”

“It’s me or her. Pick one. You can’t have both.”

You can’t bear the thought of hearing his answer because there is a chance that he might choose her. You quickly leave the room without hearing his answer and escape to your car. You shouldn’t have come. He has been with Denise for months across the world. He probably has a lot more fun with her than he does with you. He’s found someone to replace you with. You can’t fault him for choosing her. She can give him everything you can’t.

You peel out of the driveway and start the journey back home. Tears are flowing down your cheeks making it harder to see the road in front of you. It’s a particularly windy day so your car is slightly shaking; nothing you can’t control. It doesn’t help you’re driving in the mountains with no light except for that of your headlights. Through your tears, you don’t see the car on the other side of the roading coming straight at you.

You hit him going seventy miles an hour head on, and you’re thrown from the windshield and onto the groound. You left in such a hurry that you forgot to put your seatbelt on. The car you hit is a much bigger car than yours so it doesn’t have nearly as much damage as yours. The car slams on its break before slowly driving off, leaving you on the ground outside.

You gasp in pain and stare at the starry sky above you. Blood runs down your body and pools on the ground. You never took time to admire how pretty the night sky is. Your entire body is in pain but there is a certain peace that comes with being on the brink of death. You close your eyes to get some sleep when you hear someone calling your name off in the distance.

How much time has passed? It seems like minutes but could have been for much longer.

“Y/N!” Jensen gasps and slides on the ground when he gets to you. You open your eyes and see red and blue lights flashing off his face. “I’m right here. You’re going to be okay. Just hang on for me, okay? Please be okay.”

“Sir, you need to move.”

Jensen is pulled back so the paramedics can come in and do their job. You close your eyes because you’re so fucking tired. You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and onto something softer than the ground. You’re wheeled on a gurney into the ambulance with Jensen following closely behind.

“Sir, only family are allowed inside.”

“I’m her husband,” Jensen shouts and pushes past the paramedics.

They allow him to sit inside and be with you until they get to the hospital. Jensen grabs your bloody hand just as you roll your head to the side. You barely squeeze his hand to let him knwo you’re with him and not going toward the light no matter how tempting it might be.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m holding your hand.”

The next time you open your eyes, you’re confronted with blinding white lights. Is this what Heaven is like? Did you die? You blink a few times to correct your vision and see you’re not in Heaven but a hospital room. You groan softly and look to your right where Jensen is. He is holding your hand with his head lowered like he’s praying. When he hears your painful groan, his head snaps up.

“Sweetheart. Hey, I’m right here.”

“Jensen?” you croak.

“Do you need some water?” You nod and he grabs a small cup of water. He helps you drink before setting the cup down. “How are you feeling?”

“What happened?”

“You collided with another car. The bastard left instead of staying but cops found him near where the cabin is. There’s only one road going in and out of town so it wasn’t hard to spot the truck with bumper damage. Your car is totaled though.”

Oh, yeah. The reason why you didn't see the other car is because you had tears flowing out of your eyes the entire time. Why were you crying? Right. Jensen was going to choose Denise over you. You take your hand away from his when you remember this and shift further from him.

“Where is Denise?”

“Gone.” Your eyes snap to his. “I broke up with her.”

“What? Why?”

“She made me choose. Anyone who makes me choose isn’t good enough to be with me.”

“What did she make you choose?” you ask even though you know the answer.

“It was either you or her, and you should know by now I will always choose you.”

“You shouldn’t have had to do that.”

“I’m glad she did.” He grabs your good hand and kisses the back of it. “I was blind to who was by my side my entire life.”

You smile and run your thumb on the back of his hand.

“What does this mean?”

“First, you get better. Then, I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”

“Deal,” you smile shyly.

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[julesthequirky]

The Choice

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Reader x Dean, Reader x Beau Arlen, Reader x Soldier Boy, OC mother, antique salesman

Warnings: (Warnings will be updated when chapters are released) Language, typical SB behaviour, smut, asshole mom.

W/C: 19,348 (so far)

A/N: All spicy chapters will be symbolised with a chilli pepper.

The Choice now has a Spotify playlist, which will be linked here.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven 🌶

Chapter Twelve

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Febuwhump - Day 6

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Prompt: "You lied to me"

Warnings: language, fighting

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“Where were you?” you demanded when Jensen walked through the front door. He froze for a split second, his brows furrowing before he shut the door and kicked off his shoes. “I asked you a question.”

“I heard it. I don’t understand it,” he said, shrugging out of his coat. “I was at a dinner with some producers.”

“The ones on that spin off show.”

“Yeah…what’s going on?” he asked, stepping over to you but you took your own back. “Y/N. What-”

“Funny. One of those guys you claim to have been out to dinner with called. Asking where you were.” You cocked your head, eyes narrowed. “But according to your apple account, you were at a different restaurant on the other side of town.”

His face paled slightly, words caught in his throat. 

“You lied to me,” you said. “If you want out of this relationship, then just say it. Don’t you dare sneak around behind my back.”

“Honey, I swear it’s not what you-”

“Your word doesn’t mean a whole lot to me right now. Explain or I’m leaving and I don’t know if I’ll come back.” 

“Oh my god,” he said, closing his eyes. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

You grabbed your overnight bag from behind the couch and grabbed your coat, jumping when strong hands grabbed your arms. You stared straight through him, Jensen backing you up against the foyer wall. “Jensen-”

“That restaurant you must have seen me at was right next to another store. Please, please believe me when I said I was in that other store. Look on your phone. Once you do, you’ll understand.” 

You grumbled, pushing away from him when you took out your phone. It took a minute but you found the restaurant again, trying to checkout the other businesses next to it on the map. Your eyes shot to his when you say the shop that shared a wall with the restaurant, Jensen frowning slightly.

“Do you really think I could cheat?” 

“You’ve been…hiding things lately. You don’t want me to look at your phone anymore. You drive out to a part of town we don’t go to. It all started when I brought up the future and I thought I screwed up, that you weren’t ready for that…commitment.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black box. “I want that level of commitment with you. I want you. But we gotta trust each other or it won’t work. Yes, I went behind your back and hid things. But only because I wanted to surprise you. Looks I got what I wanted I guess.”

He sighed, your hand moving over top of his when he went to open the box. “Show me when you ask…if you still want to.”

“Of course I do. But it does hurt to think you think I could cheat.”

“Trust me. That has everything to do with me feeling not good enough and not you. I’ve always been-”

“I know. Let’s just chalk tonight up to we both have to realize we’re worthy of each other.” He gave your hands a squeeze. “And we’ll figure out the future together. Okay?”

“Okay. Okay, Jens.”

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[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Grandpa Ackles

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

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that, baby?”

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

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

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

“I can’t hear you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you,” she huffed out a laugh. 

“I think you just did.”

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

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

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And on that note, I will be posting a Jensen fic later on today 😁

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Girls Night

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.

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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[soaringeag1e]

Time

Jensen x Fem!Reader

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

Words: 2,252

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

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

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

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

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

“Big Sky?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do what?”

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

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

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

“Can’t do that. Sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just give it time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[deanwithscissors]

Payback’s A Bitch

Title: Home Sweet Home Timestamp

Pairing: Jensen X Reader

Word Count: 1381

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, masturbation (f), throat holding, mentions of: nudes, spanking, degrading names, face fucking, hair pulling and edging, dom!jensen, punishment, unprotected sex, cream pie, tiny slither of angst

Summary: [Y/N]’s paying her dues for sending Jensen naughty pictures while he was with friends

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A/N: jensen smut because this picture triggered everyone right?!🥲 *all mistakes are mine* feedback is appreciated, but be kind <3

It had been almost three hours since their first kiss, [Y/N] had been ordered and folded into every position possible within that time. 

Her face had been fucked, hair pulled, ass slapped, tits manipulated, clit teased and pussy hammered, and now she was riding Jensen cowgirl style in the enormous hotel bed.  

At first her back was poker straight, shoulders stretched wide and chest pushed out as she rampantly bounced on him and followed his every order. 

But now, her body was weak and slumped as she barely rocked, fatigue setting in and eating her energy.  

Her ass inflamed, bright red and pulsing from the abuse it’d taken, her lips swollen and exploited, throat burning from when he fucked her face. Her pussy red raw and aching, mind completely blown and core destroyed.  

“Jen- I- I’m tired,” she whimpered, beads of sweat trickled down her back.  

“You’re almost there, keep going,” he told her. 

“I- can’t,” her eyes fluttered closed as she swayed. 

“C’mon just a little bit more, you can do it baby.” 

She groaned as she began to roll harder and circle her clit with fatigued fingers obeying his command. His use of the word ‘baby’ energising her to carry on. 

Her thighs burned as hot as the pits of hell. It felt as if she’d done five hundred squats in a row, but apparently three hours of a clenching cunt could replicate that feeling. 

She wanted to beg him to finish her, just end it, let the suffering cease, but she knew he’d refuse. 

She’d gotten herself into this position and she had to pay. She knew that when she sent those raunchy pictures to Jensen fully aware he was at dinner with friends.  

Although, if you asked her, it was his fault for having flowing locks of shiny hair, piercing green eyes that swallowed her whole, a perfectly trimmed beard and that damn white long-sleeved top he decided to wear that day.  

In this state Jensen could only finish once she had come over his dick, but due to his extreme stubbornness, he had one rule to fully satisfy himself and fulfill her punishment; She was to use him to get her there. 

If she wanted this torture to end, she’d have to do it herself.  

Sometimes his appetite was grueling, wearing her down to the bone and squeezing the life from her, but this was beyond anything he’d put her through before. 

Of course, she could give as good as she got, but he could destroy her by a single look and make her come with just his voice. A God among men for sure.  

He was buried so deep inside her, she could feel him in her guts as he stretched her hole to the point of pain. 

“Jensen—” she moaned, “t-talk to- me.” 

Almost sobbing, she was desperate for the torment to end and too tired to get herself over the hill alone. 

“Is my baby all fucked out?” He asked, his voice wrecked and gravely, worn out from directing and taunting her for hours.  

“Y-esss.” She rocked and rubbed in a hypnotic rhythm as her skin bubbled with the heat increasing in her core. 

“You deserved it, didn’t you?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Sendin’ me those filthy photos with your wet pussy on display while I’m out with friends, you knew what that’d do to me.” 

His hand was around her throat in a flash, like a pillar he kept her upright with his fingers denting her flesh, not forceful enough to restrict her breathing, but a decent amount of pressure to cause a little discomfort. 

Discomfort that only tripled the thrill for her as she slaved for his mercy.  

“I— did.” 

“You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” His grip tightened ever so slightly, threatening her jugular vein.  

“Only for you,” she choked out.  

“Damn fuckin’ right, you’re my girl,” he growled, thrusting with all his might. 

Screaming out and falling forward, a ripple of pleasure shot through her mind, body and soul as his dick relentlessly barreled inside her.  

“How close are you?” 

“The— edge," she stuttered as his swollen head ravaged her tunnel.  

“How many times have you cum tonight?” 

“I- I, don’t—” 

“Yes, you do," he said sternly, sending a shiver ricocheting down her vertebrae. 

“Fo- five.” 

“Just one more, okay?”  

She groaned, crumbling further into his hand. "P-please Jensen." 

“Have I ruined you baby?” His plump tongue danced along his bottom lip as a devilish grin made home on his face. Pride and joy flashed through his eyes as he sneered, under her, but still in complete control.  

“Oh fuck,” she gasped as his thick throbbing shaft scraped along her inner walls, stretching her entrance to bursting point. 

She was so close, just one more little nudge— 

“Have I?” His voice lowered further and his fingers dug unforgivingly into her thigh and her throat. 

The deep bass from his words trembled over her skin, rumbled through her core and rattled her bones.  

She rode him furiously and hammered her clit, holding her breath every few seconds, inflating her lungs and tightening her core as the electrified pleasure burst through her veins, ravished her muscles and pushed her to the edge. The havoc bubbled inside, causing wave after wave of pure pleasure to tear at her soul, the almighty warmth building and building… 

Until her entire body went into rigor mortis. 

Freezing midair, back arched and mouth open, she was silent as unfiltered love from his punishment overwhelmed her small vibrating vessel.  

Holding onto his shoulders for dear life she screamed holy murder as the coil snapped, sending shrapnel everywhere, obliterating her insides, melting her brain and destroying her pussy.  

The world dismantled around her, the bed rocking as if on a stormy sea, her vision blurry and head woozy as she ascended to paradise while her orgasm ripped through her.  

"That's it baby, cum for me," Jensen encouraged as he began thrusting up into her rapidly, ready to blow himself, now that she had. 

She surrendered to her sixth orgasm, collapsing onto his chest in hysterical sobs, like a dead weight, but utterly relieved the end was here.  

Whimpering, gasping and shaking, he continued to relentlessly pound into her, chasing his own end. 

And after hours of buildup, it didn't take him long to catch it. 

His hips jutted into her as spurts of his seed flowed inside her hungry cunt and he roared just as loud as she had screamed. 

Hours of edging maximized his climax tenfold, it was glorious, furious, hectic and exhilarating, like the mother of all storms it battered him from all sides, not an inch of his body or soul being forgiven for his wicked little sins.  

His embrace tightened as he rolled through the aftermath, his dick still twitching, but balls empty.  

Sobs escaped her mouth and filled the room, just like he had promised, as she lay on top of him, essentially nothing more than a rattling corpse. 

“Are you okay?” He asked between gasps of air, the post-nut-clarity hitting hard.   

“Y-eah,” she mumbled into his chest without moving. 

“I love you,” Jensen said, kissing her hair. 

“I love you too.” 

After an ethereal and soothing comedown without words, wrapped in the bedsheet, each other and the serenity of passion, Jensen broke the silence. 

“I didn’t go too hard tonight?” 

“Of course not, I would’ve used the word, you know that,” she assured him.  

“I know, but, y’know.” 

“You’d think after seventeen years together you’d stop askin’.” 

“Do you remember what happened in LA a few years ago?” As soon as the words fell out his mouth, he regretted them. “I’m sorry, I just meant—” 

“I know. I love that you still ask me. It means you care, even after all these years.” 

“Forever babe.” 

“And always.” 

The couple had stayed in the position they’d finished in, love locking them together to relish in the gratification of the evening’s adventures, his dick big enough to remain inside her despite being completely soft.  

And although her punishment was complete, Jensen wasn’t done with her yet; Now he had to make love to her, make her feel like a celebrated Queen and a worshipped Goddess in the wake of the relentless discipline she’d taken so well. 

[heavenlyackles]

EXQUISITE DESTRUCTION SNEAK PREVIEW

❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆.❞

Rating: 18+ only please!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female reader

Warnings/tags: slow burn (kind of), one night stand, friends with benefits, no strings attached, she fell first and he fell harder, touch her and you die, she deserves better so he became better, lots of angst, strong language, mature themes, mentions of past traumas, drug usage, struggles with depression, struggles with anxiety, struggles with panic attacks, hot smut, etc.

Release date: Autumn 2023 (hopefully!)

Summary: Craving the impulsive decision to defy the pathway that had been meticulously laid out in front of her, she calls upon destiny to take full and utter control of her manipulative and dull life. However, when a small spark of hope turns out to be a raging fire, she's left with a newly found aspect on life and high expectations of what's in store in the light of day. Meeting Jensen Ackles was an occurrence that happened unexpectedly and falling for this same tornado of a man disguised behind a sadistic ruse was the last thing she anticipated to happen. But falling from the good graces of the gods was ever so exquisitely destructive; the essence of chaotic fate. He had entranced her in the most elegant way possible with a charming smile and emerald green colored irises, but how could heaven save one of their own angels who willingly fell right into the arms of the devil himself?

[barbedbetty]

One More Time

Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Soldier Boy sneaks out of the Legends house to see an old friend.

Characters: Soldier Boy, the Legend (mentioned), Reader

Warnings: SMUT, wrap it up people, dirty talk, Soldier Boy being a dominant, Daddy kink, DDlg, orgasm denial, if you're under 18 don't interact

I sighed as I closed my front door and leaned against it. I kicked off my heels and groaned at the relief my feet felt immediately.

Most Supes wore capes and suits and barely did any real work. There are a few Supes like me, who didn’t get a great power, I simply heal and don’t age. A few scientists at Vought compared me to a jellyfish, won’t die unless I choose to because there is nothing on earth that can kill me. I don’t have incredible strength or laser eyes, but I went to school and as a scientist I’ve been using my own DNA to help cure genetic diseases.

I took my coat and hung it up.

“I know your power doesn’t let you age,” a deep voice said from a dark corner of the living room. “You’re still as beautiful as the day I met you.”

I turned around and flipped on a light.

I froze.

Soldier Boy was sitting in a chair at my dining table in his green suit, looking a little worse for wear but overall still a handsome man.

“Starlight was right then.” I stepped toward him. “You have been resurrected.”

“Mmm released, doll. I’m not a fucking zombie.” He stood up and walked toward me.

“Still hate zombie movies?” I smirked.

“If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times.” He stood two feet in front of me and smiled. “Zombies are the easiest thing to kill, they shouldn’t be a threat.”

“So, you came to my house to continue an argument we had 40 years ago?” I stepped around him to my drink cart. I poured two fingers of whiskey and took a sip while I faced him again.

“No, I just…” he trailed off and ran a hand through his hair. “I just wanted to see you again.”

“Why?” He stared at me and locked his lips.

“I’ve been staying with the Legend.” He started and reached around me for a bottle of scotch and took a pull from it. “He hasn’t redecorated since 1973 and being neck deep in all those memories. I realized how many bad memories I have of so many people. Except you.”

He took another pull from the bottle and set it on the cart again but this time his hand caressed my waist and he pulled me toward him.

He took my glass away and put it down.

“I’ve missed you.” He said quietly and put his forehead against mine.

“Ben.” I whispered and wrapped my arms around his neck. He squeezed me tight against him.

He tilted his head to the right and gently pressed his lips against mine. It was so soft at first, just his lips against mine. It was comforting and kind of romantic, I smiled against his lips and I felt him chuckle.

“Something funny?” I whispered looking up at him. He grinned down at me and lifted one hand and stroked my cheek.

“I was thinking of that night after Kennedys’ inauguration when we snuck into the Oval Office.” He chuckled and I blushed putting my head on his shoulder.

“Oh god.” I giggled.

“Hey, you said if I could get in there, I could get in here.” He spanked my ass and I yelped jerking my head up.

“Paying off the Secret Service was not fair.” I said through a smile.

“That was fun though.” He said cocking his head to the side.

“It was.” I smiled and weaved my fingers through his hair.

He moaned softly and his eyes fluttered shut as I gently pulled at his hair. I leaned up and kissed his neck, his grip tightened around me waist and I gasped.

“I need you.” He said in a low growl, his eyes darkening.

“Consider my bedroom the Oval Office.” I whispered.

Before I knew what was happening, Ben had leaned down and pushed his shoulder into my stomach and lifted me up and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I was giggling the whole way up.

He kicked the door to my bedroom so hard it broke in half, he stepped over the splintered wood and tossed me onto the bed.

“Strip.” He growled as he started yanking off parts of his suit.

I froze, mesmerized by his rough hands practically ripping his suit apart to get it off as quickly as possible. He stopped at his pants and leaned forward and gripped my chin.

“I said, strip.” He said in a low voice.

I smiled and laid back out of his grasp and winked up at him.

“Maybe you should work for your prize.”

He growled and crawled on top of me and ripped my shirt off, sending buttons flying across the room. He tore my bra in half then started ripping my skirt up from a slit above my knee. He had me naked in under a minute and stared at me for a moment.

“Fuck.” He whispered and his hands gently traced invisibles designs on my body. “I’ve missed you, sugar.”

He leaned down and kissed me, deeply, I moaned as his tongue lined my bottom lip. His hands never stopped moving on my body, the way his hands pinched my nipples made me shiver and made me pull my lips away to gasp in pleasure.

He chuckled and started kissing down my neck. One of his hands stroked down and started teasing my folds.

“Ben.” I moaned and leaned my head back.

“Doll, you know what I wanna hear.” He groaned as he bit my shoulder and my back arched a little, angling my hips and he shifted his hands to tease his fingertip around my opening, spreading slick through my folds.

“Daddy!” I cried out as he pushed two fingers inside me. I started moving my hips with his hand and moaned louder as he stroked a spot deep inside me.

“That’s it baby girl.” He growled as he pulled back to watch my face as he fucked me with his fingers. “Come on my fingers and I’ll give you a treat.”

I cried out as he added a third finger.

“God you’re so tight.” He whispered. “Can barely pull my fingers out of your pussy, baby.”

I whimpered and gripped his shoulders so tight I would’ve broken skin had he been human. He started grinding his palm against my clit and I felt an orgasm start creeping up my spine.

“Fuck!” I cried out and arched my back. “Ima come!” I gasped and panted as his fingers pushed harder and faster inside me.

“Come for Daddy, baby.” He groaned and leaned down to kiss me, I bit his lip as I came. I pulled away and cried out still moving my hips against his hand.

“That’s a good girl.” He smiled at me and moved his fingers slowly inside me. “Your still so pretty when you come.”

I moaned and leaned my head back closing my eyes and panting hard.

“Now, comes your treat.” I hummed and gasped as he pulled his fingers away.

He pushed me on my stomach and grabbed my hips pulling them up.

“Fuck, look at you.” He groaned as his hands caressed my ass. He spanked me twice making me cry out.

“Get ready, sugar.” He said lowly as he pushed his wet fingers into my ass, I gasped and whimpered.

“You’re okay doll.” He said quietly.

I nodded and pushed my face into a pillow.

Suddenly, his cock pushed inside my pussy and I screamed.

“Gotta get my cock ready for you, baby.” He said and I could hear him smile. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He pounded me hard and fast, making me so wet. Finally feeling him again, having him dominate my body again, it was heaven. I gripped the sheets and moaned like a porn star.

Too soon, he pulled out and I whimpered trying to push my hips back against him. He slapped my ass hard twice.

“Stay still.” He growled. “You’ll take what Daddy gives you and you’ll thank me.”

He gripped my hip with one hand and started rubbing the tip of his thick shaft against my ass. I moaned and whimpered as he started pushing inside.

“Shhh.” He said. “Get ready to say thank you.”

The tip popped inside me and I cried out and arched my back.

“Tell me thank you.” He growled as his grip tightened, he kept pushing inside and I couldn’t do anything but moan.

“Say it!” He yelled and slapped my ass, making me cry out and tighten my muscles making him groan.

He pushed a few more inches inside and paused for a moment. I heard him panting and his hands lifted to take hold of my waist, his rough fingers spread across my skin and took a tight hold of me.

“Baby, I’m not gonna finish till I hear you say ‘thank you’.” I gasped and tried to catch my breath enough to form words.

“Th-th-tha-“ I stuttered than got cut off as he thrust the rest of his cock inside me, making me scream and throw my head back.

“What was that?” He asked, he laughed and ground his hips against my ass making me feel every vein and inch of him. “Couldn’t hear you.”

“Th-ah!” I cried out again as he suddenly pulled back and then thrust back inside.

He laughed and moaned as he continued his rough pace of thrusting. Every time he asked me to talk, he would plunge his cock to take my breath away.

After awhile, he threaded his fingers through my hair and yanked me backwards. He hooked his arms around my torso and stayed deep inside me, grinding his hips and growling in my ear. I could feel his sweaty chest against my back and I moaned as he ground deeper inside me.

“You know I can go on for awhile, baby girl.” He said in a deep voice in my ear. I shivered hearing him pant against my shoulder. “Say ‘thank you’ and we can do something else you like.” He pulled my face towards him and kissed me like his life depended on it.

He pulled his hips away and I gripped his arms and slammed myself back on his dick. He pulled away and cried out and bit my shoulder.

“Fuck!” He said when he stopped shuddering, I kept slamming my hips down and he dug his fingers into my skin. “You wanna play like that? I can do that.”

He pushed me down and my face into the bed. He started pounding into me like a jackhammer.

“We both know this isn’t a punishment for you.” He said as he snapped his hips hard enough to make me scream. “So you can stay down there and take what I give you but if you come, I’m gonna stop.”

He sped up and my eyes watered as I did my best to not come. I cried out and beat my fist against the bed, my whole body shaking trying to stave off a powerful orgasm.

He pinned me down between my shoulders and started moaning, I felt him shiver, it was his sign he was about to finish.

“I’m gonna come deep in that ass, and then I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, baby.” He groaned as he pounded me harder, his rhythm faltering.

“Thank you!” I mumbled into the bed. He slowed down and yanked my hair lifting my head up.

“Say it again.” He moaned as he pumped my body

“Thank you Daddy!” I yelped out in a quick breath and then moaned feeling him deep inside me.

He laughed and grabbed my waist and started fucking me hard again.

“Come baby, come for daddy.” He reached down with one hand and started rubbing my clit in tight circles.

That sent me over the edge, I screamed and my body started shivering and shaking as I came so hard I saw stars. Ben gasped and I felt him come deep inside me, still pumping his cock slowly inside me, making my body milk him for all he had.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He groaned as he pulled out and I whispered in discomfort.

He collapsed in bed next to me and I looked at him. His hair disheveled, his upper body flushed, sweat littering his chest and hairline.

He turned and looked at me, smiling softly. He winced as he reached out and pulled me towards him, leaning my head against his chest.

“Fuck.” He breathed out as he caught his breath. “I almost forgot what it was like.”

“Sex?” I asked and peeked up at him.

“No.” He looked down at me and tucked a thin lock of my hair to the side of my face. “Laying with you.”

I kissed his chest a couple of times and pressed my ear against his skin, hearing his heart pound in his chest. A sound I missed.

“Ben.” I said quietly, gently tracing a design across his chest. “What are you doing out there? In the world?”

When he didn’t answer, I slowly turned my head and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with a secret, but he was also angry and lost.

“I can’t tell you.” He whispered and stroked my cheek with his fingertips. “I want to, but what I’m doing, it’s ugly and I learned something today that is making me question what to do next.”

I sat up and pulled my bedsheet around my body.

“Look.” I said softly, I reached out and held his face in my hands, his gripped one of my hands in his and he suddenly looked pained and on the verge of tears. “I’ve always been the one here for you. You’ve never told me the whole truth of what you were doing or who you were seeing. I didn’t say anything when you’d come to me after going to some movie premiere with Countess.”

He sat up and leaned closer to me, I leaned in and kissed him softly.

“Whatever you’re going through, I know that kid from Philly that saved me from getting hit by a bus is in here.” I put my hand against his chest. “When Vought took us and turned us into Supes, I knew you’d be their golden boy and I’d be a lab rat. I knew that we’d be separated. But every time you came to me, I saw the man that you could’ve been, a good man.”

He put his forehead against mine again and sighed.

“Whatever you need. I’m here. I’m always here.” I ran my hand through his sweaty hair.

“I have to go back.” He whispered. “If I stay here, I’ll never leave.”

“I know.” I said. “Please, remember to be that kid sometimes.”

He grabbed my face gently and pulled me to him and kissed me. He was panting through his nose and holding me as close as possible. He pulled me onto his lap and held me as he kept kissing me, I was starting to get lightheaded but I couldn’t stop.

He pulled back and panted looking up at me.

I stared back into his eyes, he had a million things that he wanted to say but I knew he couldn’t tell me yet. I got up and went to the bathroom.

I turned the water on and once I got under the heavy stream of water, I started crying. I slowly cleaned myself and dressed and by the time I opened my door, he was gone.

I looked out the window and I saw his back as he walked down the road.

I crawled into bed and held the pillow he was laying against me and breathed it in, hoping that he would be okay and thankful that I could see him again.

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

Jensen Ackles x Reader

672 words

Warnings: implied smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

Son of a bitch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Actress!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none, nervous!jensen that's super cute

Request by anon: Hey, can i request a series or one shot with Jensen x actress/singer reader, where the reader is very famous actress and singer that work in Marvel as Black Widow, Game of Thrones, TVDU, etc and Jensen loved her and always are talking about her in set without knowing that she is Gen Padalecki best fiends and Jared Padalecki friends and Jared tell her all Jensen said about her so she was casted as a new character who is Dean love interest without him knowing and in the end they end together and have kids?

Summary: You're a famous actress that's been in lots of movies and TV shows. Jensen has a huge crush on you and doesn't know that the newest person to be hired onto Supernatural is none other than you.

Square Filled: what if (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: just pretend that each of the shows/movies she's been in took place one after the other instead of going on at the exact same time.

x

Jared and Jensen have a few minutes alone before their panel. Jared is snacking on whatever they provided them with while Jensen is sitting on the couch browsing on his phone. Jared has his wife on FaceTime as he is stuffing his face, and she laughs at the food dripping from his mouth.

“Baby, why can’t you eat normally?”

“What? I’m hungry,” he says, more food spewing from his mouth.

“Our kids eat better than you,” she chuckles.

“Jen, tell her I eat normally.” Jared turns to his friend but Jensen isn’t listening to a word he’s saying. He has one of his Airpods in watching a video. “Are you guys coming to the panel?”

“Yeah, we’re just exploring right now.”

“Hi, Daddy!” Odette smiles and jumps into the frame.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Say bye!”

All three of his kids say bye just before Gen hangs up on him. Jared finishes eating his snack before walking over to his friend. He takes a seat next to him to see what video he’s watching and smirks when he sees you on the screen.

“So, what do you want to do when the panel is over? What section of the convention do you want to visit?” Jared asks knowing Jensen isn’t listening.

He’s too invested in the video of you doing press for your new Marvel movie. You play the elusive Black Widow in all of the Marvel films, and you just got done filming your own solo movie. You’ve done some press for the movie even before it comes out to prepare people for what to expect and things of that nature.

“You’re obsessed with her,” Jared chuckles.

“Shut up, I’m not,” Jensen barks. “I’m just an admirer of her movies.”

“You have posters of her locked away in your collection.”

Jensen slaps his friend on the chest and continues watching the video. It’s true, Jensen has a major crush on you not only for Black Widow but for every role you’ve ever done. You’ve played Sansa Stark in Game of Thrones, Katherine and Elena in The Vampire Diaries, and so much more. You’re such a talented person that acting is like second nature to you. You can do almost any role you’ve ever landed, and you’ve won a lot of awards for it which you’re proud of.

“Damn, look at her. She’s gorgeous,” Jensen says with metaphorical hearts in his eyes. Jared laughs and Jensen shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I have a major crush on this woman. What are you gonna do about it?”

“We’re about to do a panel. Come on.”

Jensen and Jared get ready to go out on stage. All their fans cheer for them when they make an appearance. Jared scans the audience to see his wife there with her phone pointed at him. He nods once and turns to Jensen knowing his wife is getting this on video.

“Alright, any questions?” Jared asks. A lot of hands go up in the air, and he points to the person whom Gen gestures. “What’s your name?”

“Elisa. I’m such a huge fan of both of you. My question is for Jensen. I watched a video you did talking about the actress Y/N. She just finished her movie Black Widow. Is it true you have a crush on her?”

Everyone cheers for this question but quiets down to give Jensen an opportunity to answer. His entire face reddens at the question and becomes extremely conscious of what he’s wearing, what he’s saying, and how he’s behaving as if you’re in the room.

“Wow, there’s a lot to unpack here. Look, she’s gorgeous, I’m not gonna lie. If she were standing in front of me now, I don’t think I’d form complete sentences. So, yes, I have a crush on her.”

Everyone laughs at how shy he’s becoming, and Gen looks at the person she’s on FaceTime with.

“He’s so cute,” you chuckle through the screen. “Very charming.”

You’re a really good friend of the Padalecki family. You met Gen through a non-profit organization she was funding a while back and became fast friends with her. She and Jared welcomed you into their family immediately but it was never known to Jensen that you knew them.

“Just wait until you meet him in person.”

“Isn’t it true that there is still an opening for that female character on their show?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m in between projects right now. I’d be happy to audition if you want to bring that to Jared.”

“I’ll have him hook you up,” Gen smirks.

“Is that Y/N?” Shep asks and forces his face into the frame.

“Hey, Shep,” you grin.

Supernatural is about to start filming its eleventh season which means the director is desperate to fill the role of Dean’s love interest. Jared brought you up as an option, the director had you audition, and you were offered the part before leaving the building to go home. Jensen still doesn’t know that you were the one who was offered the role, just that the position had been filled.

“Isn’t it a bit suspicious that we haven’t met this new person?” Jensen asks.

“Talk to the director, dude.” Jared gets a call from the director and answers it with a smile. “Hey. Are you here? … Perfect. I’ll be right there.”

“Whose that?”

“Gen is here. I gotta go. I’ll be right back.”

Jared leaves before Jensen can ask any other questions. He meets up with you and the director who is waiting for him on the other side of the set.

“Jared!” you grin and give him a friendly hug. “Working together is going to be so fun.”

You’re not sure how long you’ll be on the show, but you hope it’s going to last years.

“Is he ready?”

“He’s practicing his lines right now.”

Jared escorts you to the main set where Jensen is. He’s already in his Dean clothes since they are scheduled to film right now. His back is turned to you when you enter the room so you think this is the perfect opportunity to scare him. He is holding a prop gun and muttering his lines when you jump in front of him. He yelps and drops the gun as you let out an infectious laugh.

“What?” he stutters when he sees you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you grin and hold out your hand for him. Jensen is a stuttering mess but shakes your hand nonetheless. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“She’s going to play your new love interest,” Jared says and slaps him on the back lightly.

“It’s going to be so much fun working with you.”

“Yeah, same here,” Jensen manages to get out. “Excuse me for a second.” He brings Jared off to the side to talk to him privately. “What the hell? Did you know about this?”

“Yeah, she’s a family friend.”

“How did I not know this?”

“I’m good at keeping secrets when I want to,” he chuckles.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be in the same room as her.”

“You’re welcome,” Jared smirks and pats his back.

Jared walks away just as you approach Jensen.

“I hope you’re okay with me being here.”

“More than okay,” he smiles shyly. I love your movies. You’re an amazing actress.”

“Thank you,” you smile. “I love this show. Dean just so happens to be my favorite character.”

That makes Jensen blush. Over the next couple of months, you’ve been filming with the boys as much as you can. It’s been nothing but fun especially when you participate in their pranks on Misha. You and Jensen are growing closer, more than you ever thought you would. He’s super nice, sweet, charming, and very sexy. He’s everything a girl would want in a man. This was inevitable, but you got to the part in your onscreen relationship where your characters share a kiss. He’s super nervous as are you since you both have feelings for one another.

“Dean, I don’t know why you’re bugging out. The hunt went exactly as planned,” your character says as you unpack your duffel bag.

“You got hurt. How is that exactly as planned?”

“We got the bad guy. Isn’t that what matters?”

“Not at the cost of your life! How could you think so little of it?”

“Dean, it’s just a scratch. I’ve gotten worse wounds than this.”

“God, you’re not getting it,” he scoffs.

“What? Please explain to me how you’re feeling.”

“It’s your life! No monster is worth that. You’re too important to me.” Jensen walks over to you and cups your jaw. The moment is so intense, so intimate. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m right here,” you whisper.

You two stare into your eyes right before he smashes his lips on yours. He isn’t kissing you like how Dean would, he’s kissing you like how he would. The kiss is supposed to be short and sweet but Jensen keeps it going as long as he can. Your lips mold with his perfectly as if you were meant to be doing this your whole life.

The director yells CUT and Jensen pulls away from you slightly. He cheers at getting it on one take, and you step back from him with a nervous chuckle.

“Good job you two! Take ten everyone!”

“Listen, if you ever want to practice lines or… other things, you’re more than welcome to come to my trailer. You know, practice makes perfect.”

“I’ll make sure to take you up on that offer,” he smirks.

And practice did make perfect. After hearing the story of how you met Jenson yet again, both your daughters clap happily.

“Tell the story again!” your six-year-old giggles.

“Again!” your four-year-old laughs after her sister.

“Not tonight, girls,” you grin and kiss both their heads.

“Go to sleep. We’ll see you in the morning,” Jensen says.

You and Jensen leave their room and close the door gently. Jensen brings you into his arms and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Landing that role has been the best thing to ever happen to me,” you whisper to him.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” Jensen smiles and kisses you.

x

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You Belong Here - Dean Winchester

My Masterlist

Enemies to lovers undertones, hurt/comfort, angst 

Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: Injury, descriptive injure, blood, canon violence. Not proofread.

Prompted by: “Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.” #31 on this amazing list. When I say this prompt took on a life of it’s own I am telling you WHAT 

"Would you two calm down?" Sam sighed in irritation, walking into the kitchen. Dean and I were at each other's throats again-for the second time that day-over a hunt he and Sam had gone on without even telling me. They had then called me up in a panic asking to be picked up. I had panicked too then, because they had told me they would just be at some bar, not going on a werewolf hunt.

"No, we're in this as a team, aren't we? I know you didn't want me to go, but you could have at least told me you were going out on a hunt instead of blatantly lying to me like that!" I argued.

"I didn't want you to go because a third person would just get in the way." Dean hissed.

"Oh, so I'm just the third wheel now?"

"Always have been." Dean was suddenly indifferent now, turning to take a swig of his beer.

"Then who would've saved your ass back there, Winchester?" I narrowed my eyes at him, voice dangerously low.

He shrugged. "I'll admit, it's convenient to have you around."

"And I'm sure you wouldn't go out of your way to help me out, would you?"

"Let's just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I'd act like I hadn't seen you." He said indifferently.

"I never really was a part of this stupid team bullshit." I spat, getting to my feet and stalking off. "I should've known that from the start."

Loading my gear up into my car, I slammed the trunk shut with more force than necessary, leaning onto my elbows and heaving a sigh. I ran my hands through my hair. I was trying not to be impulsive about this.

"Fuck it." I muttered. Those two idiots may not have been able to take him, but I knew how they approached things. I'd be more sneaky about it. Plus, they had already injured it, giving me a head start.

I climbed out of my car at the cabin, tucking my silver knife into my boot and patting my hip to make sure my gun with the silver bullet was strapped to my belt. Satisfied, I stalked off into the woods, slinking around the cabin and taking notes of the rooms with lights on. I peered into a window in confusion. There wasn't any movement. Not even the flash or changing colors of a TV screen.

I was only able to gasp in surprise as I was suddenly tackled to the ground. With a grunt, I rolled away from my attacker, scrambling to my feet and yanking the knife out of my boot. My eyes took a moment to focus, but when they did, I could make out the heaving figure of a man in front of me. He wasn't completely shifted, half of his face covered in dense fur, and his arms as well. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I knew there would be another of you coming." He growled.

"You guessed right, mutt." I spat at him, ducking underneath his sudden swing and sinking the blade of my knife into his arm. He howled in pain as the silver burned into his flesh. It served as a doubled edged sword when he tried to pull it out, as the hilt and handle were crafted with silver, too. Smoke rose from his furry hand as he ripped the knife from his bicep and tossed it into the brush, a low growl emanating from his throat.

I took a step back, expecting him to be writhing in pain by now. I hadn't really dealt with werewolves, and from what the Winchester brothers had told me, he should have been almost incapacitated at my silver blade. No wonder they hadn't been able to take him out. Now that I could take his face in more clearly in the moonlight, I saw several scars, new ones crossing over old ones, and I noticed a blood spot on his tank top that certainly hadn't been there before. I assumed that was where Dean had said he had shot him.

Eyeing his wound, I lunged at him, digging my fingers into it. He made a strangled sound, and in a blur, I managed to pin him to the ground. I fumbled for my gun, my hands shaking with adrenaline, and in that small window of time, he had flipped me onto my back and, with a sickening crack, landed an inhumanly strong punch to my ribs. I groaned, fighting the urge to scream out. His features shifted wildly before he completely turned. He went absolutely wild, tearing at the tender flesh of my stomach with long, sharp claws, and ripping into my bicep and shoulder with his teeth. My hands scrambled for my gun and continued to fumble with it through the reddish haze of my vision, before I finally managed to off the safety with a click, and shoot him in the heart.

I rolled his body off of mine with a whimper, struggling onto all fours. I could feel my blood pouring out of the wounds I had sustained, and it was already weakening me substantially. I staggered to my feet, clutching onto a tree for support. I stumbled to my car which, although wasn't far, felt like miles in my current state. By the time I had slumped into the seat, I was struggling to stay conscious. The blood loss was getting to me. Quick.

My drive back to the bunker was a blur, and I fumbled with the keys multiple times before I found the right one. I didn't even consider knocking; I already knew I wasn't welcome anymore. I never really had been.I would bandage myself up and be gone by morning.

They were always a sibling team, and there was never any room for another person. Although, at one point, I had liked Dean, and I almost thought he returned it. But it was obvious enough to me now that he didn't-and probably never had-felt that way about me. Sam was like a brother to me, but I'm sure he was only tolerating me too; he was probably just too nice to say anything about it.

As soon as I made it in, I immediately made for the kitchen. I thrusted my forearms under the cool water of the sink, letting out a sound something halfway between a sigh and a whimper as the crimson water ran down the drain. My exposed flesh stung horribly. A dripping trail of blood had followed me across the floor, and was now beginning to pool around my feet. I slumped tiredly over the counter, before turning and sliding down the cabinets, weakly holding my shredded arm to my chest. I knew I was bleeding out fast, but I didn't have it in me to care.

I told myself I was just regaining my balance, I'd get up as soon as the room stopped spinning so dizzyingly. I made a pathetic effort to put pressure on my stomach wounds, my hands shaking. Voices followed by the slamming of a door and rapid, urgent footsteps made me snap my head up, which had fallen forward in exhaustion. I tried to make myself smaller, curling into the cabinet that I was leaning against and shaking. My heart pounded in my ears.

I startled back into consciousness as a hand came into contact with my shoulder, shaking me awake. I scrambled to get away from them, panicking when my back hit a wall. My eyes darted around wildly before they were met with frightened green ones.

"Dean?" I coughed, blood bubbling up in my throat.

"It's me, sweetheart. Stay with me." His hand briefly cupped the side of my face, before he hastily turned to grab something, muttering a curse under his breath. He wadded up a dish towel before pressing it to my stomach. I cried out, struggling against him as he carefully laid me on the floor. I kicked my legs helplessly, gripping onto his hands with a petrified look in my eyes. In my confused state, I genuinely thought he was trying to kill me.

"Sam!" He called out over his shoulder. Rapid footsteps came down the hall, and I heard Sam's voice before he came into view.

"What the fuck happened??" He asked, immediately turning on his heel and leaving the room.

"Sam," I mumbled, thinking he was leaving me. "No."

"Don't worry, he's just going to get some things to stitch you up. Don't do that." He added as I struggled onto my elbows. His hand pressed against my chest, forcing my back down to the floor. "God, you're fucking freezing." He added.

"She's cold." I heard Dean tell Sam when he came back into the room. I cracked my eyes back open, fingers feeling for my pulse. I groaned in protest.

"Shit, you're right. Okay." I heard things rustling. The pressure on my stomach lessened and I visibly relaxed in relief. It didn't last long though, before a burning sensation spread through my flesh. I squirmed in discomfort at first, until it became even worse, and I let out a low moan of pain.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry." Dean's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Caring, even.

"I killed it." I mumbled, forcing my tired eyes open. His eyes were glossy as if he was crying, but he had a sort of breathless smile on his face. The burning subsided, and gauze took its place.

"Good. Good job, I'm proud of you." He praised me, holding my face in his hands. I sighed, unintentionally leaning into the warmth and comfort of his palms. I'd enjoy it while I could, either before I left, or for however long until I inevitably lost my hold on consciousness and slipped into the hands of death.

"You've never said that to me before." I sighed.

"I know, I should have. You're an amazing hunter." Finished, Sam got to his feet with a nod to Dean, leaving the room. I raised my head weakly to follow him, before giving up and returning my attention to the older Winchester.

"'m not." I argued, my words slurring. "'m going to die from a fucking werewolf."

"You're not going to die." He said sternly.

"What happened to letting me bleed out on the kitchen floor?" I asked him, changing the subject and struggling to keep my eyes open.

"I changed my mind." I felt him slide his arms underneath me. My eyes fluttered shut, a feeling of safety washing over me. I relaxed against him, ignoring his orders to stay awake.

I woke up from a fevered, restless sleep, rolling onto my side with a moan and beginning to shiver violently. Despite the fact I was sweating profusely, my senses told me otherwise, and I curled into the warmth at my back with another shudder, squeezing my eyes shut and wrapping my arms around myself. The dim light of the room was familiar and easy on my pulsating headache. I laid there, beginning to fall asleep again, as memories of the event returned to me. Movement at my back made me freeze in realization. I turned my head slowly, praying I was wrong.

Dean's face was inches from mine, and he shuffled in his sleep, frowning. He slung an arm over my waist. I began to struggle onto my elbows, trying to put some distance between us. This was too much.

His green eyes opened in alarm as I wiggled out of his grip.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." I mumbled out an apology as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees and pushing back a wave of dizziness with a groan. I felt the mattress shift, and he was beside me with his arm around my shoulders. I unconsciously leaned into him.

"For what? Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry about." He gently rubbed my uninjured arm.

"No, I've always just been the third wheel between you and Sam. I just keep getting in the way and fucking things up."

"You're no-" He began.

"You've said it yourself, over and over again. I get it. You don't have to lie to me just because I almost got myself killed." I muttered out the last part, pulling away from him.

He leaned forward on his knees, head in his hands. "You don't actually- God, I really fucked up." He mumbled under his breath before turning his gaze back to me. "Look, I didn't mean it. I never did." He explained. "I'm so sorry." He apologized softly. Any and all trace of cockiness or sarcasm was gone. He was genuine.

"It's a little late for that, Winchester. I'm leaving. I already planned on it."

"You can't just make decisions like that on a whim-" He protested.

"I'm not. I've been thinking this over for a while now. For months. It's for the best. No hard feelings." I reassured him. There were definitely hard feelings-ones that were incredibly hard to face.

"I love you." He admitted suddenly. "I care about you. That's why I don't want you to hunt with us."

"You can't say shit like that on a whim just to get me to stay." I retorted harshly, ignoring the fluttering in my gut at his confession.

"I'm not. I- I don't want you to get hurt. What we do is dangerous, I'm sure you know that. I don't want you to get caught up in all of this, I'd rather push you away than- than lose you." He choked out the last part, meeting my gaze intently.

"I call bullshit. You know I'd still hunt whether I was with you guys or not." I said as flatly as I could.

"Exactly." His eyes were pleading. He was slowly chipping away at my armor.

"You just want me here to bail you out when you need it." I argued.

"I want you here for so many more reasons than that."

"You're a liar, Winchester."

Our faces had been inches apart, and he suddenly closed the distance, his lips meeting mine. I sighed, reveling in the feeling for a heartbeat before I pushed him away, wincing.

"Is that proof enough for you that I'm not lying?" He asked breathlessly. I longed to close the gap between us once again.

"Stop." My voice cracked. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."

"Then don't go." He pulled me into a hug against his chest. I didn't fight him, I only leaned into him and gripped onto his shirt with a silent sob, ignoring the faint protests of my injuries. I must have been on painkillers, or I knew I would be in much more pain. His hands found the small of my back, and he tenderly rubbed them up and down that vulnerable spot.

"I can't stay." I choked out into his shirt.

"Why not?"

"I love you. I love you so much it fucking hurts." I admitted. "And when you started being an asshole to me, it hurt even more."

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry sweetheart." He mumbled into my hair.

"I've never belonged anywhere, and I thought I had finally found somewhere I did and then I don't- I can't-" I continued to drunkenly confess.

"Shh, calm down." He soothed me as I drew in a shaky breath, struggling to hold back my tears. "This is exactly where you belong, for as long as you want it."

"Promise?" I mumbled absurdly.

I felt his lips in my hair quirk upwards into a smile. "Promise."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Febuwhump - Day 24

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader

Prompt: "I'm doing this because I care about you"

Warning: language, angst

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“Excuse me?” Your dad sighed from his office chair, running his hand over his face. “I am not a little girl. I can take care of myself.”

“Y/N, he is a very nice young man. He’ll keep his distance and not interfere with your routine.”

“You hired me a damn bodyguard. Dad, I-”

“I’m doing this because I care about you,” he said. “It is not a punishment.”

You rolled your eyes, your dad leaning back in his chair. “He’s going to live with me at my apartment. A strange dude suddenly in my house. What are you thinking? You would never let that happen.”

His green eyes were hard, covering for the flicker of fear behind them.

“Dad, what’s going on? I’m an adult. You owe me that much.”

“I’m sorry but the less you know the better.” You shook your head, earning nothing more than a hardset jaw in response. “And he’s not moving into your apartment.”

“Good.”

“He’s moving into the house, along with you. Until this resolves itself.” You blinked your eyes rapidly, his own shutting.

“Excuse me? I am not-”

“Yes. You are. End of discussion. Now go pack for an extended stay or I’ll do it for you.”

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[jackles010378]

Dancing in the Rain

(Jensen Ackles x You)

Jensen messed up, now he has to find a way to win you back.

Warnings - smidge of angst, plenty of fluff 🥰

The rain came down in torrents, drenching the streets of Vancouver. Y/N huddled under her umbrella, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Jensen Ackles, the charming actor she had admired from afar had just messed up big time.

They had met at a charity event, and sparks had flown instantly. Jensen’s smile had been like sunshine breaking through the clouds, and Y/N had felt herself falling. Their relationship blossomed with each passing day.

But, after a few months of dating, he’d said something thoughtless, something that had cut deep. And now, here they were, standing on opposite sides of the street, rain pouring down, their eyes locked in a silent battle.

Jensen had never been good with words. He was used to scripts and lines, but when it came to matters of the heart, he stumbled. He watched Y/N from across the street, her wet hair clinging to her face, her eyes stormy, the rain water mixing with her tears. He knew he had to fix this.

He crossed the street, his shoes splashing in puddles. “Y/N,” he said, his voice low. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It was stupid, and I regret it.”

She looked at him, her expression guarded. “You hurt me,” she whispered. “I thought you were different.”

Jensen took a step closer, the rain soaking through his shirt. “I am different,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone like you. And I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/N’s heart wavered slightly. She had seen glimpses of vulnerability in Jensen’s eyes, and she wondered if he was sincere. But she couldn’t let herself be hurt again. “What are you going to do about it?” she challenged.

Jensen’s eyes sparkled. “I’m going to win you back,” he declared. “Starting now.”

And so, the grand gesture began. Jensen showed up at her doorstep with a bouquet of sunflowers, their bright yellow petals a stark contrast to the gray sky.

He took her to their favorite coffee shop, where they’d had their first awkward conversation. He even sang her a song, his voice raw and unpolished, but full of emotion. Y/n thought Jensen had gone to get them another drink, but instead she heard his voice echoing throughout the quaint coffee shop.

As she looked up to find where he was, she locked eyes with him standing on a small stage guitar resting on his thigh, "y/n, I know I messed up, but please believe me when I say I would do anything for you. Even get up and sing in front of these nice people".

Y/n's eyes widened as everyone turned to look at her, her cheeks glowing brighter than the sun. He started to strum the guitar and began to sing ........

How far will you go

You should know

You'll be on my mind

Said you were leavin'

But never said when you'd be comin' back home and

I can't wait another day

Cause you know

I'd go to the end of the world for you

If only

You return to me

Ride with me

Round the lakeside

Got a raincoat and a veil

It's been so long since you went away

Took all of your lovin' and left me with nothin' and

When you go

What a shame

Cause you know

I'd go to the end of the world for you

If only

You return to me

Oh, and maybe I deserved it

To be left this way

I'm not sure

How I was so blind

All I know is that if you return it

And kept it here to stay

I'd lose my mind

I'd lose my mind

Cause you know

I'd go to the end of the world for you

To the end of the world for you.....

The crowd in the coffee shop applauded as Jensen finished singing. He made his way back over to you and sat opposite you once again. "I meant it y/n, I'd go to the end of the world for you". You looked over to Jensen with tears in your eyes "I know you would. But you really hurt me Jay".

Jensen looked out the window of the coffee shop and noticed something that pulled at a memory. Something you had told him when you first met. An idea popped into his head. He held his hand out to you which you gracefully accepted. "Do you trust me y/n?" He asked staring down at you, with a pleading look in his eyes. You nodded and let him guide you out of the coffee shop.

Jensen led Y/N to an empty park, the rain starting to fall. He twirled her around, their laughter echoing in the misty air. They danced until they were both breathless, raindrops clinging to their eyelashes.

“I love you,” Jensen said, his voice cracking. “I love your passion, your kindness, your stubbornness. I love everything about you, I also remember you said you have always wanted to dance in the rain".

Y/N’s heart swelled. She kissed him, raindrops mixing with tears again. “I love you too,” she whispered. “But no more messing up, okay?”

Jensen nodded, pulling her close. “No more,” he promised. “Just us, dancing in the rain.”

And so, they danced as the rain fell down on them, showing their love was and will be stronger than any storm.

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[julesthequirky]

Jensen and Characters

Theirs: Series: Back in Helena, the reader captures the attention of two Alphas, Beau and Dean (not Winchester).

The Choice: Series: Three of your favourite characters turn up in your home, and as you get close, you have a decision to make. Who are you sending?

Healing Her: Series: DV survivor moves to Montana to make a fresh start and gains attraction from the Sheriff, Beau Arlen.

Chapter One

Beautiful Trauma: Mini-Series; The reader finds out that after nearly forty years, Ben is alive. (Ben x Reader)

Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four

Brat: Series: In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.

Falling For The Sheriff: Part of the Creedence Creek Cowboys Trilogy Series; Reader's car breaks down outside of a small southern town and who else comes to her rescue? None other than Sheriff Dean Winchester.

Broken and Unfixable: Drabble; Dean hits the reader with some hard “truths”.

All Out of Options: Drabble; Reader resorts to a last option. (Dean x Reader)

Under The Mistletoe: Drabble; There’s mistletoe. And Dean (Dean x Reader)

Toy Soldier: Ficlet; The reader finds Michael in her apartment.

Classroom Humiliation: Oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Jensen x Reader)