He made me feel every bit of desperation he was feeling. How you can’t remember something so simple, so yours, something that in any normal situation you could say it like you can sing your favorite song. But there’s any of that and he just makes you feel it, he doesn’t even has to say it, it’s there in his eyes; how lost he feels.
And all I have to say is: Jensen, you’re definitely one of the best actors I’ve seen and it’s amazingly beautiful the way in which you can get to people’s feelings with your expressions.
That said, now Jared. (I cry a lot with SPN because of this bitch, too)
I’ve been all emotional because of Sam in countless times, Jared gives such expression to Sam that you can’t help yourself.
I was as worried as Sam at this moment and even though I saw Dean’s words as a joke I was totally lost and trying to keep calm but no can do, this is Supernatural we’re talking about. Sam’s expressions here say so much, him shaking his head, him looking away, the little smile he makes, the sigh of relief, the way his eyes look watery. He was going to loose it if the counterspell didn’t work. It’s seen that he can’t lose Dean, not like that, not again. He goes with “not funny” but you gotta see it in his face, you gotta hear it in his voice. Is such a strong feeling kinda like he was making me feel it.
Jared, you’re freaking gold and you never fail to amaze me, you never fail to make me feel every single thing Sam feels.
Honestly, I’ve gotta thank the world for having such great actors as Jared and Jensen to play the characters I love the most because clearly without them I wouldn’t have fallen in love with the Winchesters. Thanks for, and to, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles.
A/N : SO many of you asked for a part two, so here it is!! I hope you all enjoy!!
Warning ; language?
Work had been such a pain in the ass this entire week. You were exhausted and annoyed, and part of you wanted to quit.
But it was your dream. Even if you were playing as assistant for now, you knew it would all be worth it in the end.
Luckily you had someone to keep you from going crazy.
Jensen had texted you almost every single day since you had accidentally texted him instead of your best friend, Bonnie.
He was the only thing that you looked forward too. Which you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Having someone to vent too, talk to about anything and not feel judged. It was beyond the best feeling in the world. It almost felt like you had known him forever.
But tonight, you two planned to finally FaceTime each other.
No more hiding behind texts.
You were kind of nervous, but also excited. To talk to the actor you had crushed on forever. It all felt so surreal.
Laying in bed, you saw your phone light up and his name appear on the screen. Immediately your stomac fluttered.
“You got this.” You whispered to yourself.
You gently pressed the green button answer the call, and breathed in a sharp breath.
Once the picture cleared, and you were finally able to see his face, you Felt like you were on cloud nine.
Jensen had a big smile on his face, as he looked at his screen. There you were on his phone. No longer a still picture that he looked at almost everyday. You were mesmerizing to say the least, breath taking.
He was excited and nervous about this moment since you agreed to FaceTime the night before. It was the only thing he could think about, which kept messing him up during his scenes.
“Your voice is a lot higher than I imagined.” You chuckled. “I guess I was expecting Dean’s voice.”
Jensen belted out into laughter, his head cocking back. Once he was able to compose himself, he cleared his throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said, making his voice low.
After a while, you both went back and forth for what seemed like an eternity. He talked about his life as an actor and how much he enjoyed it. And you talked about your life.
There was never a dull moment which was weird since you were used to those awkward pauses and short conversations with the guys you dated.
“Okay-” you said, laying on your side as you plopped your phone down beside you, with a pillow holding it up so you didn’t have to use your hand. “What’s your favorite prank you’ve done on set?”
Jensen purses his lips and thought just for a second before remembering the craziest thing he had done.
“Well this one time, Jared and I wanted to mess with the new guy, which in this case was misha.” He said. “Well while he was taking a shower in his trailer, Jared and I snuck in, took all of his clothes and towels and left an elephant g-string. Let’s just say, he wasn’t too thrilled.”
“Oh my god.” You laughed so hard, your entire body was shaking. Your stomach constricted and you couldn’t stop.
Jensen watched you through his screen, admiring the pure sound of your laughter. He decided to take a screenshot, to remember this moment forever.
“Oh my god!” You said once again. “I can only imagine what he looked like.”
“Yeah–"he chuckled. “Wasn’t a pretty sight.” Jensen leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his eyes as he yawned. Tilting his head back.
“Tired, old man?” You teased. He returned his gaze back to his screen, and flashed a smirk. “Just a little.”
“I can go so you can get some sleep.”
Jensen sighed, wishing to see you in person. To feel you and actually meet you. It’s only been two weeks, but it’s been the best two weeks of his life. No one has ever made him feel the way you made him feel. It was strange. He didn’t want to hang up, let alone stop talking to you. If he could, he would stay on the phone forever.
“Not yet.” He said. “I don’t want to say bye yet.” Your lips curved into a soft smile, feeling your stomach flutter.
“Me neither.” You muttered.
Jensen walked over to his bed, and laid down. His body resting into the mattress.
This was the moment he was going to cherish forever. The first night you two actually spoke to each other, and it was everything he imagined and more.
“Comfortable?” You asked.
He smiled. “Yeah, feels good to finally lay in bed.”
“I know what you mean.” You chuckled. “I look forward to it every day.”
“Well now you have something else to look forward too.” He said.
You cocked your brow, intrigued by his statement. “Oh yeah? What else do I have to look forward too?”
so here’s the thing: n o n e of this was planned. it was amazing, hilarious, ridiculous kismet.
mango’s had his birthday recently, and so i brought his birthday present with me to phxcon. part of the present was a pair of jensen’s underbears (i think the text i sent mango right after jib was, “we’re close enough that it’s not weird if i buy u underwear right????”) bc i thought that was hilarious from jib and mango is a huge jensen fan and dean!boy. so the original joke was just that mango could have the bear underwear. i also got him a second pair in orange, bc orange is his fav colour. this was as far as i thought this would go.
so i get into phoenix thursday night and give mango his present. we didn’t know there were cockles photo ops until friday afternoon when we saw hard tickets for sale. i distinctly remember being bummed that my hometown con had cockles photo ops for sale online but phxcon, the one i was actually going to, did not. but obviously once i saw they were available, like. THERE WAS ONLY ONE CHOICE. so after deciding it was completely financially irresponsible when we have no money, i bought the op.
i can’t remember when it occurred to us that we had both the underbears and a pair of lucky orange underwear for misha in our hotel room. we wanted to do something fun and funny for the op, and cracked ourselves up at the idea. but we were also aware that it could be, you know, kind of sort of maybe intensely uncomfortable to be like (a) i know what underwear u were wearing and (b) here i brought pairs of them for you to further laugh over. i have a T E R R I B L E akdslkjkas embarrassment squick, so we didn’t want to do anything that made us uncomfortable, and we definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make misha or jensen uncomfortable. we wanted them to have fun with us and play around with us.
we ran our idea passed our roomie, who has some good con experience, to see if she thought it would fly or not. we agreed on judging our plan based on their mood on the day and asking them if they felt comfortable enough to do it was the best course of action, with a back-up plan ready to go immediately just in case, so j+m knew we were serious that they could totally pass on it if it was weird. CONSENT AND SAFE SPACE. we were hella concerned about this.
Request: Can I
request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and
you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how
it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock
buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of
them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a
I smiled looking at myself through the rearview
mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to
school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my
mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front
of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I
shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering
the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted
and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow
device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.
After a full turn, I finally find a decent
place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to
enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the
brakes and glared at the bold. I knew
the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars
away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.
“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised
my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.
Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and
fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.
“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”
I started to walk with him to my side. We were
in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I
could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high
school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth
it. He was taking me with a few,
especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social
circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes
they made me laugh.
“So I heard that this new movie will be on
Saturday … Let’s go together?”
Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was
determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my
mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly
relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to
see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay
for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that
too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being
dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to
think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best
friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable
looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it
for a silly etiquette.
“How on a date?” I remembered that I
hadn’t answered him.
I turned to look at him and he smiled in
embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and
funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with
blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.
“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a
question. Well, he left the decision to me again.
I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex
“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m
sorry to say you got a strike”
He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to
erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I
felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to
exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri
with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she
was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too
bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.
I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay
together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing
himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help
but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to
any. That was how it was.
“Are you serious?” The good thing
about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very
rude to me, Y/N!”
“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him
in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after
an Olympic rejection.
At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay
kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me.
He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks
to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of
the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said
things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I
looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and
smiling as if nothing.
“What was that?”
“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his
backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”
For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded.
Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his
companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood
changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely
I was without appetite.
“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay
knew him as well as I did.
The boy shrugged and looked in the direction
where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I
had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before
we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to
approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined
the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was
difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I
couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the
I doubted if it would be a good idea to
interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was
different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange
after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended
up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage
me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and
Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since
neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer,
covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.
“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on
relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed
to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered
the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing
between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the
Cresmont that you would never go through this”
I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were
talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.
“I don’t know what else to do, dude.”
Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve
dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to
consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were
“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.
“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and
it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and
send me to the devil”
My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced
my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began
“I don’t think so. You two make a good
team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I
glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could
complement us in an incredible way.
I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away
from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life
without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies
and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that
taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine,
even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t
have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too
close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes
needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going
its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and
there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up
and I hid my face again between the pages.
“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had
a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him,
after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the
need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing
was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But
I stood still with the lump in my throat.
“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your
history essay, you need to distract your mind”
I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved
from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and
inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t
notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy,
especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications,
attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above
all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything
wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself
as I see you? I bit my lip.
“I saw you” Jessica came out of
nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on
people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”
I rolled my eyes.
"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I
“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff
that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s
words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I
looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows
this, obviously everyone, except you”
“We are good friends”
“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings,
the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”
I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her
but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica
“Do I confess something?” I waited
quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin.
Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.
If my best friend’s words had left me frozen,
Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I
in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with
anyone in my life.
I ran as if my life depended on it to the
baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the
car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his
locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting
some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon.
Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and
booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have
difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they
were making fun of him.
"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of
them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one
Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.
“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I
get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates
boasted. I was getting angry.
How could it be that they messed with him for
some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some
sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but
the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick,
it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label,
So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I
smiled and walked resolutely towards them.
“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.
I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on
my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until
I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my
fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place,
was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening,
he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part
until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.
“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the
one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.
I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This
kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to
feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.
“I thought better, why wait until Saturday?
Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme
happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that
your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and
His friends laughed, he too, but a little more
“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.
“Boys” I gave a single glance at
their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.
I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight
of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.
“You were serious?”
“About the kiss or Netflix and
chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Both of them”
“Now I know that I’m sure of the
kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little
more seriously in the chill part”
Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen.
My heart skipped a beat.
Can you do smut with Justin Foley (13 reasons why) …(x reader) maybe..you didn’t fuck for a week because you have problems and he catches you masturbate and he is not happy about it so he punish you…
WARNINGS: Smut, rough, swearing
Me and Justin haven’t been talking for days. He practically pushed me off of him the other day and I’m pissed. For some reason we have been arguing more than usual. Just two days ago we argued cause Justin forgot to pick me up to go to school cause he decided to drink with his friends. It’s been leaving me frustrated. In many ways. Its Saturday night and Justin keeps calling my phone and leaving message after message.
Babe I’m sorry about the other day
Baby please pick up…
What do you want me to do?
I can bring strawberry ice cream for you
Babbbbbby please answer me
I roll my eyes and put my phone on silent. I’m more angry with him cause with all this arguing we haven’t had sex in over a week and it’s killing me. I have been wanting to slap him and fuck him at the same time and I think he knows it. There is a knock at the door and I say a small ‘come in’.
“Hey sweetheart” my mom peaks in. She’s all dolled and dressed up. I do that signature dog whistle and laugh.
“Hey mom, where are you going looking all nice” I smile.
“Me and your father are going out for dinner surprisingly”. I look behind her and see my dad with his thumbs up. I laugh and shake my head. I follow them downstairs as they put their jackets on.
“Okay have fun you too” I say, walking up to hug and kiss both of them.
“We will, come lock the doors behind us. And you know the rules n-”
“Yes, yes, no partying, no drinking, no smoking, no inviting strangers, no going out after 12 and call you if I invite Justin over.” I say nonchalantly.
“Good girl” she kisses my check while my dad rubs my head.
“See you kiddo, be safe.”
“I will, love you”
They both say quick ‘love yous’ and get into their car. I watch them drive off and quickly close the door and jog up the stairs back to my room. I look at my phone and see more text from a now angry Justin. I huff and turn my phone off. I lay on my bed and start thinking about where we went wrong. Just last week we were making love. Making love. I start thinking about how good it felt for him to be inside me with his hands roaming my body. I start thinking about his lips on my neck. Thinking about this started to make me feel hot down there. I continue thinking about his mouth on me and found myself creeping towards my underwear. I never thought I would do this, being that I had Justin, but obviously I don’t have him right now and I need something. I peel my underwear off and start rubbing around my heat. I keep thinking About Justin and imagine my fingers as his.
“Justin” I moan. My fingers speed up and I arch my back into myself. I grab onto my bare breast under my shirt and pinch onto my nipple feeling nothing but pleasure. I keep moaning, sliding a finger into my now wet core. I’m lost in my own world as I slide in another finger. I want Justin more, but this will have to do. I continue pumping in and out while moaning my boyfriends name. I need him so bad. I’m so wrapped up in my moans that I didn’t notice my door fly open. I jerk up and see none other than Justin. A very angry Justin. He looks mad, but his eyes look like something else. Lust.
“What the hell do you think your doing y/n”
“I-I don’t know” I say, covering my naked body with my sheets. He walks up to the bed and yanks the sheet away from me, scamming my body up and down.
“What the hell were you doing”
“It was nothing, I just wanted to try something dif-”
“You wanted to fucking finger yourself!” he says while still looking at my body. I feel weirdly exposed in front of him, but I kind of like it.
“We haven’t had sex in a while and I have been aggravated” I say quietly, but he doesn’t say anything. He just stared.
It was the way he stood and looked at me. Watching my every move and staring at me with those deep eyes. And I loved it. I loved the attention he was giving me. The long needed attention. It made me feel wanted and special. It was his attitude. The way he stood leaned against my headboard with his arms crossed on his chest and lip in his mouth.
I look away feeling queasy in my stomach. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but a feeling of excitement. I uncover my hands from my chest and fix my posture, sitting up. I bit my lip and look back at him. His eyes leaves my face and goes straight to my chest, smirking. That was all it took for him to make his way to my bed and sit down next to me.
“You like being a naughty girl don’t you?” he whispers. His voice suddenly got deeper and husky, making my lower body ache. Definitely a turn on, making me want him even more.
“Do you like it?” I ask, biting my lip seductively as I smiled.
“No not really” I almost frown at his response until he speaks again.
“Only I can touch you like that, and I don’t like you doing my job.” I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from jumping onto him right now. I want him badly. So badly right now.
“Then touch me” I whisper into his ear.
“If I do, I might not be able to control myself cause I’m still angry at you for doing this” I bite my lip as I climb onto his lap and bite his ear softly before whispering.
As soon as I said it, Justin attack my lips, wrapping my legs around his torso pressing his body against mine. I moaned against his lips as I kissed him hard while his hand went in my hair and his lips moved hungrily with mine.
“Mhm.” He groaned as he pulled away slightly. Grabbing his waist, I attempt to pull down his sweats. He sits up and pulls them off. I starting bucking my bare core against him, earning grunts. I drew circles with my hips as his hands stayed firmly on my waist. I started to feel him harden under me and I smiled through the kiss.
“Fuck this” he mumbled through the kiss. He quickly threw us over and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
“This is my job and don’t forget it”. With that he spread my legs apart with his hands on either sides of my inner thigh, spreading them as wide as he would while looking my core. He rubbed his hand back and forth and I moaned slightly while wiggling to try to feel him more. He held my body in place.
“Don’t fucking move” I bite my lip and nodded him.
I smiled at the sight of my boyfriend going down on me, his head between my thighs as he pleasured me. He rubbed his fingers again me, going up and down fast. Faster than I was. He made sure to press hard against me. I moaned and moaned even louder when he slide his long finger into me.
“God.” I moan, smiling at the sweet pleasure. I open my eyes to see him watching me as he adds another finger and curl them inside me.
“Yessss Just- my gosh!” I moan.
“What was that” he smirks. He adds a third finger and starts roughly pumping.
“JUST-” I couldn’t even speak cause of all my moans. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down further into my core. I then feel his lips touch my heat, making me grind my hips against his face for more. He starts going slow to tease me then speeds up. I wrap my legs around his neck, arching my body as he flicks his tongue harder against me. He movements started to make me whimper.
“Ha-right there, yes, fuck!” I whimper as he looks up at me while still moving his tongue. I throw my head back, not caring how loud I’m being. My small hands were in his hair, pushing on the back of his head I tensed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name again. I feel myself close, knowing I can’t hold it in.
“J-Justin, I’m ab-”
“Let it go baby.” I do as I’m told and cum while Justin licks everything up, smiling at me after. All of this just made me want Justin more than ever.
“Justin?” I pant.
“Yes angel” he smirks.
He throws of his underwear before grabbing a condom out his jean pocket and doesn’t give me a chance to register anything. Still at the edge of the bed, Justin grabs my hips and slams into me, making me whimper. my knees were dangling off the bed, spread apart as Justin thrust into me. I was eager for him to go harder, faster, rougher. I need all of him.
“P-please Justin harder” I moan. He doesn’t need for me to say it twice. Justin pushes himself deep into me, but doesn’t move. He just stood there, deep inside of me. the pleasure was so amazing.
“Fuck!” I yell, my body shaking and desperate to grab something as I cling myself onto his back.
“Ju-justin” I moan, my breathing heavy. He pushes my hips back down, held them down there before he slammed into me as hard as he could, making my bed move backwards. I let out a loud whimper, my hand grabbing his.
“God! Fuck me, Justin, Harder baby!” I beg, moaning louder than ever. He held my tiny hands so tightly in his, almost crushing my fingers as he went faster, deep groans escaping his throat.
“Holy fuck!” he growled. His voice sounding so deep. He only went harder as I scratched lines into his back. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. My whole body was shaking beneath him.
“Fuck!” he screamed. I could hear his dick slam into me with each thrust, slamming into me as deep as it could. My back slammed into my bed each time. Tears were starting to come out my eyes as I was screaming his name. I exploded and it surprised me. Justin pulled out and looked exhausted. He slowly climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto him and could barely catch his breath. He only said one thing.
“Baby?” he pants.
“Yes?” I ask in the same state.
“I love you, but please remember to lock the door next time”. With that we laughed and then fell right to sleep in each others arms, finally back to normal.
A/N - Sorry if this isn’t that good. I hope you guys like this one! I appreciate you guys feedback :) love you
You stared at the text message in your phone for what seemed like an eternity. When you had accepted the role you never thought there would come this moment that you’d actually think you’d want to take your answer back. You always had loved acting, a little more than singing, so whenever a movie came up that you liked the script – which you really did now – and you could work in without having to leave Supernatural, you immediately accepted. Now, however you’d started having serious doubts about your decision.
Your manager had told you you were supposed to meet your costar tomorrow morning for a coffee and the two of you to talk about some scenes. He’d sent you the address today but once you spotted the name you had not been able to reply to him. You were frozen in your place.
“Baby?” you heard a voice behind you but every muscle in your body refused to move.
“Baby? (Y/n) are you alright?” the voice got closer and when you felt a hand on your shuoulder you jumped, your phone falling from your hands.
“Wh-what?” you blinked, looking up to meet your boyfriend’s worried eyes.
“I asked you if you are alright, but it’s obvious you’re not.” he said with a gentle smile, bending to pick your phone but not looking at it out of respect.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he cupped your face as he sat in front of you on the bed.
“It’s- nothing’s wrong, you don’t have to worry.” you mumbled, avoiding to look him in the eyes.
“Princess-” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head “You’re a terrible liar, do you know that?”
“And a terrible actor?” you asked with a half smile, trying to change the subject as smoothly as you could.
“Absolutely not! Besides, I am your number one fan and you know so I guess my opinion wouldn’t matter much anyway. But-” he grinned “You’ve got two oscars and a golden globe amongst many other awards, I think that might mean you are a good actress.” he winked and you chuckled, your eyes casting down.
“I guess.” you fidgeted with yours fingers but cursed at yourself in your mind for how you were unable to come up with something else to say, since you knew Jensen would bring back the topic.
“Now-” here we go “-Are you going to tell me about it, or not? I am not pressuring you, sweetheart, but I just need to know what’s bothering you in case I can help.”
“I want to tell you Jens, but this- I don’t know how well you’d really take to it. I don’t know if you’d be able to help me to be honest… you might be too angry to.” you played with the ring in your finger.
He took hold of your hands and brought them up to kiss them, along with engagement ring “I promise, no matter what it is I am going to try my best not to get angry.” he squeezed your hands and let out a shaky breath.
“I know you won’t, Jens. I know that you’ll try your best but sometimes it’s just- things are too hard to handle and-”
“(Y/n), what’s going on? You’re starting to worry me here. Did something happen to anyone?” he frowned but you shook your head.
“No, no I swear. Don’t worry, it’s just-” you sighed, willing yourself to look him in the eyes “Remember that movie I got a part in the previous week?”
“Yeah I- I think.” he nodded his head, his green eyes baring into yours as if he was trying to study you.
“Well, my manager told me I was supposed to meet my costar tomorrow. You know the one I will be having all those not-so-appropriate scenes with?” you asked and you saw him clench his jaw and look for a minute away.
“Yeah?” his voice was more rough and you felt him squeeze your hands without realizing it. He was already mad about it, well jealous mostly but he had agreed to respect it and you because: 1) he loved you and trusted you and 2) that was your job as well as his and if you could handle seeing him with all those women Dean had then so should he.
“Well, he told me his name today. Through texts.” you let out a shaky breath.
“And?” he looked at you with a deep frown it almost reminded you of Dean for a moment.
“It’s Tom.” you breathed out as fast as you could, and for a moment he obviously didn’t get it “It’s my ex Tom.” you corrected “Tom Hiddleston.”
The moment the words left your lips you saw his back straightened and his eyebrow shot up. His lips moved just slightly but he still kept his jaw clenched. His eyes hardened and you could see that he tried to control himself just because of his promise to you, but you could also understand how hard it was for him. Other than Jensen, Tom was the other most serious relationship you’d ever had. And by that you meant engagement serious. You weren’t one to play with those things, all of your relationships had actually been serious, but when you were with Tom you actually thought he’d be the one. You still didn’t understand fully well why you actually broke up.
You were happy together, as happy as you could get at the time, and you both thought that that was going to be forever. You really thought you would never fall harder for someone else so that made getting over him even harder but when you met Jensen you really understood what love could be. Of course you never forgot about Tom, he was and would always be important to you and sometimes you wished you could still be friends. But it was nearly impossible considering the situation.
“Jens?” you whispered, tilting your head “Jens? Jensen please say something.” you gave his hand a squeeze as his hard look didn’t flatter.
“Your ex Tom?” he asked in a low, dangerously low, and rough voice.
Jensen was not one to get jealous easily, of course when he did it the cutest sight for you but when it came to Tom it all took a turn for the worse. He was jealous but no the funny or sweet and grumpy kind. It was the seriously jealous and worried kind.
“Ye-yes my ex, Tom.” you looked down with a sigh “J, I swear I had no idea it would be him. If- if I knew I- I would have probably not said yes to the movie.”
“Probably?” he frowned at you and you blinked.
“I- I mean-” you cleared your throat “Yes, Jensen probably. Just- just because of what happened between me and Tom doesn’t mean I- I will turn down a great chance in a movie.”
“(Y/n).” he pursed his lips, letting go of your hand and you let them fall on your lap.
“He’s your ex! Your ex Tom, do you remember what happened last time you met him?”
“If you’re talking about the Con, he wasn’t flirting with me.” you rolled your eyes “I told you, that’s how he always was with me. We’ve been close even before we got together, what’s wrong with that?”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, but he’s your ex (Y/n)! You- you can’t just go hav a scene with him like- like that and expect me to-”
“What? Accept it? Yeah Jensen I actually am. Look I am the one having doubts in the first place too but I can’t really believe you’re still angry about this because, and you said it, he’s my ex! I am no longer with him, I am with you and this-” you showed him the ring “Means that want to be with you forever! You are the one I chose to spend my life with, after I was with Tom, can’t you just- just try to understand that?”
“Yeah, but you had decided to spend your life with Tom once too, didn’t you?” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a sad stubborn little child.
“And it didn’t work out, but this is working out Jens! It is because I actually know it is what I want to!” you got up, getting closer to him “Jensen, baby please- I- I am having a hard time myself and despite how jealous I knew you’d be I thought that- that you’d understand me.”
“I’m- I’m sorry sweetheart, damn it I really am.” he cleared his throat, running a hand down his face “I’m just- It’s so fucking hard to when I know how much he- he actually meant to you.”he confessed, his head bowing down as he ran a hand through his hair.
“J” you whispered, taking hold of his hands and he looked at you “I know that Tom and I were- what he and I had wasdeep and it was true and important and strong and everything.” you cleared your throat when you his shoulders fall and the look on his face match that of a kicked puppy’s “But it’s over, J. It’s over, it ended because it actually wasn’t as… true as I thought, and not as strong or as important. Not as this is.” you locked fingers with his.
“Not as real as we are. Jensen, when Tom and I ended I thought I would never get over him because I really thought he was the one for me, the only one for me. But then I met you and- and I realized what love really meant. Don’t get me wrong, I- I did love, Tom. I can’t lie to you about that, and maybe I still do.” you heard him take a sharp breath and you almost felt bad “But I’m not in love with him!” yo quickly added, not over yet “I’m not in love with him because I’m in love with you. And nothing can ever change this now.”
“Not even him?” he whispered and you raised an eyebrow.
“What? Why do you think he would ever want to change this? Tom and I- it was a mutual decision to end this, he wanted it to. Why would he now-”
“(Y/n)” he cut you off gently, but his voice still was laced with pain “Have you seen the way he looks at you?” he asked, remembering the time you met at Con.
“What about the way he looks at me?” you whispered with a frown.
“It’s the exact same way I look at you. Madly in love.”
Do you remember the winter dance, the one you deejayed? Sure. You remember that song you played, that one slow song? That one slow song? Uh, i’m gonna need some more, Clay. It was the most amazing song.
Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.
Word Count: 1700ish
A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.
Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me
Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.
His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice” he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.
Imagine being Misha’s sister and getting married to Jensen.
“Well, we do share a more profound bond!” Misha chuckled as Jensen grinned as well.
“Of course, it’s called the ring I’m currently wearing!” Jensen shook his head as he showed his wedding ring “And it doesn’t matter that it’s his sister I married! No, I’m bound to the entire Collins family now!” he laughed, throwing an arm over his friend’s shoulders.
“Come on, as if you didn’t like it! It took you less than a year to ask her to marry you, and you could barely wait to go to honeymoon!” Misha said into the microphone.
“Yeah, I had a good few reasons but there was one in specific: getting away from my wife’s crazy older brother! As far away as possible at that!” Jensen teased as Misha punched his shoulder.
“Oh please, it’s not like I scared you that much!” Misha scoffed and Jensen bowed his head, laughing to himself.
“Wait- wait!” Jared spoke up “These threats (Y/n) told me about- they were real?!”
“Oh hell yeah!” Misha exclaimed “He was not only dating but about to marry my little sister, what was I supposed to do? Stand by and watch as he kissed the living heaven out her in between takes? Oh hell no.” he shook his head, raising his other hand.
“You’re just jealous she no longer came just for you on set.” Jensen scoffed “And sorry to break it to you buddy, but we do more than just hold hands and kiss in between takes.” he said in a Dean voice, smirking that characteristic smile as Misha laughed but pretended to make a face of disgust.
“Careful there, J!” Jared spoke up, laughing “I won’t be surprised if an accident happens on set anytime soon!” he mumbled, looking at the audience who erupted into laughter.
“Oh yeah, speaking of which!” Jensen piped in “Remember that scene in season 11 where Cas beats up Dean?” he asked the audience as they all shouted yes.
“Well, let me tell you one thing: Misha’s favorite scene ever!”
a/n: hi guys, thank u soooo much for all of your requests and positive feedback. i’m currently working on writing all of them to the best of my ability so stay tuned!
warnings: swearing, smut, the usual
you and your best friend, clay jensen, had gotten called down to the front office. you were pretty sure that neither of you were in trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be nervous. why did they need you? both of you?
you walk into to the office to be greeted by the counselor, the baseball coach, jeff atkins, and montgomery de la cruz. “oh fuck.” clay mumbles. you giggle and bump him with your elbow. “be nice!” you whisper to him before giggling again. jeff is staring into space, while monty takes the time to look you up and down before smirking. you turn your attention away from him and tug at the hem of your skirt that suddenly feels shorter than you need it to be.
"y/n, clay, have a seat. i assume you know why i’ve called you down here?“ mr. porter says. “uhhh no. we don’t actually. please enlighten us, because we’re not psychic.” clay says as we sit down. you nudge him with your knee and give him a look that screams, “shut up!” he sighs and slumps down in his chair.
"well,“ the coach booms, “these two knuckleheads are my star players.” he says motioning towards jeff and monty. “the team
is nothing without them, but they can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses and into their books.” you gasp at his use of language and then clear your throat. monty adverts his gaze to focus on you and jeff is still staring at the same spot on the floor.
"yes, what coach cole said.“ mr. porter speaks up. "since you two happen to be the smartest in your class, i’ve decided to assign you to be their tutors.”
“this is bullshit.” monty says standing up.
“mr. de la cruz, sit down and watch your language please.” mr. porter says. “um, but coach cole just said a-” you start and porter gives you a stern look. “never mind.” you squeak at look away from him. monty looks at you with a smile on his face.
“it’s not bs montgomery, you know the rules. no pass, no play. got it?” porter questions. you try to focus on his words, but monty’s eyes burn holes in the side of your face. “yeah, got it.” monty answers without taking his eyes off of you. you don’t want to look at him, knowing that your cheeks are already burning hot under his gaze.
“okay well then, that settles it. y/n, you’ll tutor jeff. and clay, you’ll tutor montgomery. no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. thank you all, and have a nice day.” porter smiles.
you beeline out of the room and into the restroom. you let out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding, and look at yourself in the mirror. your face was flushed and your eyes were wild. you took a few deep breaths, not knowing why monty had this affect on you, and then silently thanked god that you weren’t his tutor.
you inhale sharply, take one last look at
yourself, smile, and exit the restroom. clay was waiting on you with a pout.
“monty? out of everyone in the entire school, i get montgomery de la cruz.” he complains. “i mean it can’t be that bad,” you start. “plus, he’s kinda cute.” you say and smile to yourself. “never say that again. that’s like saying a scorpion is cute, and then it kills you.” clay scolds you. your laugh rings through the hallways. “c'mon clay, you can do this. it’ll be a great experience for the real world.” you tell him, suppressing another laugh. “you’re only saying all of this because you, little ms. lucky, get to tutor jeff atkins. he’s honestly one of the nicest kids in school.” clay says. you sigh as you approach your classroom.
“this is my stop jensen. goodbye and good luck. i’ll see you after school.” you say to him as you hug him. “love ya.” clay hugs back and rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah love ya too.” he answers you. you walk into the classroom and close the door behind you.
*time skip to 2 weeks later*
"yes, i do remember when you poured chocolate milk on bryce walker’s head for me in second grade!“ jeff exclaims and you both crack up. "well someone had to do it, he was bullying you. plus i may or may not have been still mad at him for ripping my coloring sheet like 3 days before that.” you say as you and jeff walk towards your locker.
“well i have to go y/n, but we’re still on for that test review after school right?” he asks. “yeah, definitely.” you answered. “ok then, i’ll text you.” jeff says while walking backwards down the hallway and pointing to you.
you laugh to yourself and put your combination in your locker.
clay comes up to you and closes your locker. “well good morning to you too, angel.” you say with a confused laugh. “switch with me.” clay says bluntly. “what?” you question while opening your locker again. “please y/n. i can’t be around him for one more second. it’s been 2 weeks and he hasn’t even bothered to learn my name. he’s called me every name in this world that starts with a ‘c’ but not mine.” clay rushes.
"okay woah dude, chill, it’s monty we’re talking about. the only name he cares to know is his own.“ you snort. clay grabs your shoulders and shakes you. "switch with me PLEASE. you’re literally the nicest girl in school. monty’s like a tiger, and i’m just the helpless gazelle with the broken ankle. he’s just waiting to pounce on me. you? you’re a like a fuzzy, cute, baby tiger. he wouldn’t lay a hand on you.” you laugh at clay’s comparisons.
"please y/n. i’ll do anything.“ your answer was already yes, but you stare into space like you’re contemplating. "go on…” you tell him with a smirk. “i’ll give you half off of movie tickets and free snacks at the crestmont for a year.” clay says. you squeal and hug him. “i’ll do it!” you exclaim. “you’re the best y/n, i mean it!” clay tells you. you laugh at him and flip your hair over your shoulder. “well what can i say, i try.” you say laughing even more.
you both go into a fit of laughter only to be interrupted by yelling.
"hey caleb!“ monty yells to clay from down the hallway. he approaches you guys and speaks again. "i got practice today so my place at 5, okay cameron?” monty says. “it’s….it’s clay dude.” clay says to him, but monty is on his phone texting away. “uh yeah whatever, conrad, i’ll see you tonight.” monty says before looking at you. he watches you for a second, winks, and then heads to class.
"goodbye and good luck.“ clay mocks you with a smile. you roll your eyes, hug him, and then walk towards your class, which monty happened to be in.
you muster up every ounce of confidence that you have in you and walked to the back of the classroom, away from your usual spot in the front, to sit right next to montgomery. he stares at you with his eyebrows raised and then grins.
"y/n, right?” he asks with his signature smirk. you nod your head and look him in the eyes, taking a moment to admire his freckles. “montgomery, right?” you mock him. he pauses for a second before responding. “to most, yes, but a pretty girl like you can call me anything that you’d like to.” he says to you, still smirking.
“okay look dude, clay got….reassigned to jeff, so i’m your tutor now. i’ll be at your house at 5, like you said. okay?” you say while writing. “okay.” monty tells you with a smile while nodding his head. he watches your pen fly across the paper while you copy the notes. “monty?” you ask. “yeah?” he replies. “do your work.” he laughs, and then answers you. “no thanks babe, i can do you though.”
throughout the rest of the lesson, monty cracks numerous jokes just to hear you laugh. your heart was swelling but you’d never let him know that. at one point he rested his hand on your thigh and began to inch upwards. the bell rang and you both got up to leave without a word. the spot where he came in contact with your skin tingled for the rest of the day.
*time skip through the rest of the day*
you start watching people’s snapchat stories when you catch a glimpse of the time. 4:45. it was gloomy outside but your energy was high, and you were ready to see monty. you hadn’t stopped thinking about sitting next to him. you grab your stuff and start walking to his house.
on your way there, the skies decide to open up and pour down on you. you run the rest of the way to monty’s house, banging on the door when you arrive. you hear a voice yelling and then someone rushing down the stairs.
“welcome to casa de la cru-” monty starts until he notices that you’re drenched. “y/n get in here! are you crazy? you’re gonna get sick.” he exclaims while grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his house.
“why did you walk in the rain? you could’ve texted me. i would’ve picked you up.” he says while looking at you.
“you see the thing is: 1. i don’t even have your number, and 2. it wasn’t raining when i left my house. i walked because you only lived a street away but now i see that that was a terrible idea.” you explain to him. “take your shoes off and follow me.” he tells you rolling his eyes. you walk up the stairs and into the bathroom with him. he puts a shirt and some shorts on the counter for you. “thanks.” you tell him, hardly above a whisper.
you start to peel off your wet shirt when you realize that monty is still at the door, watching you. “um, can i help you?” you turn around and say with a laugh. “i’m just enjoying the show, baby.” he says. your cheeks start to burn again and monty starts walking away. “you know, you look cute when you blush.” he calls out to you with a laugh evident in his voice. you shake your head and roll your eyes at his comment.
the shorts that monty gave you kept falling down, so you walked into his room wearing nothing but the shirt that he gave you. given the height difference, it stopped mid thigh on you. he looks up at you with wide eyes before licking his lips and smirking. you hand him your wet clothes and he walks next to you before whispering in your ear.
“you know, my clothes look good on you, but i bet they’d look better off.” he casually strolls downstairs to put your clothes in the drier and the blood runs to your cheeks once more.
you sit on the edge of his bed, taking in your surroundings. his walls are covered in movie posters, band posters, and his baseball pics.
you move to sit criss cross on his bed and you open the history book. monty runs back up the stairs and then stands in his door frame admiring you. “what?” you ask him.
he responds by walking over to your spot on his bed and then sitting in front of you. you look at each other in the eye and monty tucks a piece of hair behind your ear gently.
“monty?” you ask innocently. “hmmm?” he hums in response, focused on your lips. “if you’re gonna kiss me, then do it already.” you say with a cheeky grin.
his eyes light up and he smashes his lips against yours. your hands rest on his chest, and you move your lips to his neck. he groans and shifts himself to lay you down.
“god… you’re so sexy,” he says as you look up
at him. he climbs on top of you and starts kissing you roughly. you fumble with the buttons of his shirt and take it off. “someone’s impatient,” he mumbles while smiling against your lips. “shut up de la cruz.” you say to him. “make me.” you kiss monty with even more force than before, and you reach down, gently grazing the waist of his sweats. monty pulls away from you and you whimper.
"not so fast, princess.“ monty says while tugging on the hem of your (his hehe) shirt. he pulls it over your head and stares at you in awe. "damn i was right, they do look better off.” he tells you. monty begins grinding on you while kissing from your jawline to your neck. “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this baby.” he says into your neck.
monty reaches down to grip your thighs and spreads your legs slightly. he dips into your wetness with his fingers and starts moving at a slow, steady pace. his touch gave you a feeling that you’ve never experienced before, and it drove you crazy. you try to hold back your moans, but a few escape.
"let me hear you,“ he whispers into your ear. you moan his name and buck your hips against his fingers to create more friction. monty chuckles darkly and starts moving faster. he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re about to lose it. "f- fuck oh my god.” you moan breathlessly. your eyes screwed shut as you were coming up on your high, and monty suddenly pulls his fingers out.
you gasp and then turn angry. “what the fuck was that for?” you say and he smirks again. “i couldn’t let you have all the fun now could i?” he says as he pulls down his pants.
you smile as you stand up in front of him, pushing him back on the bed gently. you straddle him as you kiss all the way down his chest, getting slower and sloppier as you reached the waistband of his boxers. you place a kiss on the waistband, and then move back up his neck. you grind slowly against his erection, and the feeling of the cloth against your naked sex caused you to moan.
“shit y/n, stop teasing.” monty says. he grips your hips to stop your movement, so you reach into his boxers and start pumping him. monty throws his head back and grunts in pleasure. your hands glide up and down smoothly while monty groans your name. he grips your wrist and looks at you with dark eyes.
"i need to be in you. now.“ he growls. he flips the two of you over and positions himself at your entrance. monty slides into slowly and you hiss. you had been with a couple of guys before, but monty was definitely the biggest.
he rolled his hips and started thrusting into hard and slow. with every thrust, he went deeper and deeper. "fuck mont, faster.” you moaned. “you like that huh, baby girl?” he teased you. you tried to arch your back up off of the bed, but he held you down. he was still moving excruciatingly slow and you couldn’t take it anymore.
you were whimpering and monty spoke up again.
“look at me y/n. tell me what you want me to do.” you make eye contact with him while he moved in and out of you slowly. “i want you to fuck me montgomery. fast and hard.” you begged him. your dirty words made him
twitch and groan.
he propped your legs up on his shoulders and started speeding up. “fuck, you feel so amazing babe.” monty tells you. your eyes roll back as you curse his name. “you’re mine y/n. no one else can have you. no one can touch you like this.” he tells you, bringing his hand to rub circles on your clit. “y- yes monty. i’m yours. oh my god.” you say with your eyes closed. “look at me baby. come for me.” he tells you. you look him in the eyes and feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words. after seeing you come undone, he comes too.
he rides out his high and pulls out of you. you whimper and he lays next to you, caressing your cheek. “remind me to thank clay for having no patience.” monty says with a smirk. you raise your brows and start stuttering. “remi- you- what?” you question. “i knew his name the whole time. i just thought that if i annoyed him enough, i’d get to work with you, and i was right. he took longer to crack than i expected him to though.” he says still smirking. “montgomery, i hate you.” you tell him with a laugh.
“your mouth says that, but your body said otherwise.”
a/n: i feel like i always say this, but that was so fun to write. i genuinely enjoy writing and making these scenarios come to life for you guys.
Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)
Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)
A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”
I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D
Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.
NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE
LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO
You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.
You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.
You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.
think I originally got it from John, from Jeffrey Dean, who had a
lower register. I remember thinking ok, if he’s gonna be Dean’s
idol, then Dean would want to emulate him. Not just wear his jacket
and drive his car, but talk like him. So that was a character
decision I made season one. People always say, ‘why do you talk so
low?’ but it was a character decision, because Dean’s dad did.”
Summary: For the first eight years of your life, it’s just you and Jensen against the world. He had you at quite a young age, and you were very much a daddy’s girl, but you welcome Danneel into your family as you witness your father falling in love. Jensen’s Daughter!Reader, Jensen x Danneel Words: 2.2k Warnings: fluff Beta: @blacksiren
Jensen lets out a huge sigh of relief pulling into his four car garage. He throws his dark gray SUV into park and hauls ass into his country styled house, suitcases in tow. He’s finally made it home to Austin after a grueling few weeks of shooting nonstop.
Sighing dramatically, Jensen decides it’s time to stuff his face with junk food and catch up on Game of Thrones. Humming to himself, he makes way down the hall until loud noises catch his attention. Is that a Seinfeld rerun playing?
For a split second, the thought that someone broke in crosses Jensen’s tired mind. His dumb ass quickly remembers that the house has an extensive alarm system so the noise must be from you.
You being his long time best friend that randomly checks on the house when he’s gone. Other than his parents and Jared, you’re the only one he trusts to do that. You’re one of the few he trusts in general actually.
Warnings: Power outage, bad weather (no one is in danger but it sounds scary), mention of crappy ex, mention of abandonment, Jensen singing (and hell yes that is a warning!).
Word Count: 3100ish
A/N: This is a three in one ;) I hope I won’t dissappoint anyone. A while ago I did this tumblr game thing where I let people send me a “I wish you would write a fic where…” I told a few people I would do theirs. @chaos-and-the-calm67 said this:
I wish you would write a fic where Jensen and the Reader get stuck in a room when the lights go out (place of your choosing) so they sit in the dark and get to talkin’ and when the lights come back, Jensen asks the Reader out :)
I changed it a little Bev, but I hope you still like it.
Thanks to amazingly talented @blacktithe7 for betaing this one for me.
No hate towards Danneel intended. Her and Jensen are my otp. This is just fiction. Also no mention of Supernatural in this one so I guess if you prefer to see it as an AU it could be that.
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The storm was raging outside. It seemed to have hit the town out of nowhere. You hated that you had to go out in this weather, but your washing machine was broken. It was your turn to wash your daughter’s softball mini league uniforms, and she needed them tomorrow. So you didn’t have a choice. You sighed as you watched the darkness outside the glass doors that were almost quivering in the wind. You quietly folded the uniforms as you dreaded having to head home in the storm. Luckily your little girl didn’t pay much attention, she had never been to fond of lightning storms, but she seemed to slowly be growing out of her fear of them. She was too busy playing with her favourite toy, her Winnie the Pooh teddy.
Natalie made you so proud. She was a tomboy who played softball and soccer, and still she was one of the most artistic and imaginative kids in her class. She made up stories and loved drawing little pictures to go with them. She was a special little girl and the light of your life.