Summary: It’s been a long, tiring week and Jared plans on trying to uplift your spirits.
Warnings: None
Pairings: Jared Padalecki x Reader
Word Count: 7335
Square Filled: Hairdresser au
AN: Written for my spn bingo card @spnfluffbingo
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“Hey N/N.”
I jumped, dropping my bags, gasping as I looked up, seeing Jared smiling at me, trying not to laugh.
“Jared what the hell! You can’t do shit like that!”
He broke out into laughter as I huffed, bending down and picking up my bags, sitting them on the chair in the corner, walking over to Jared, hitting his shoulder.
“Rude.”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah you better be, after all, I'm the one who does your hair.”
Jared laughed, returning back to his seat.
“What’re you doing here so early anyway? Call time isn’t till six.”
Jared shrugged slightly, pulling out his phone.
“I dunno”
I made a face, biting my bottom lip as I turned towards my bag, opening it and pulling out the pack of gummy worms. I walked up behind him, handing him the gummies.
“Don’t eat all of them before it’s time to do your hair.”
Jared nodded, tearing the bag open.
“Thank you.”
I smiled, shrugging slightly.
“Don’t mention it.”
I connected my phone to my speaker, putting my music on shuffle. Moving around the trailer, I grabbed some things I would need to do Jared’s hair, cleaning up around the trailer. I caught sight of the clock, sighing softly as I walked back towards Jared, tapping his shoulder. He looked up at me, causing me to nod towards the clock.
“It’s about time to get started, want to listen to something of yours?”
Jared shook his head, looking back down at his phone, causing me to nod.
“Okay. Do you want me to wash it?”
“Up to you.”
Jared shrugged, causing me to nod.
“Okay. I guess we can just do that later. If I remember correctly you and Jensen will be shooting in the lake some and then there’s the fight where yall are covered in blood so I’ll just wash it later.”
Jared nodded as I grabbed the brush, brushing through his hair.
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Leaning against the wall, I looked up when Marci came up, holding out a bottle of water. I sighed, pushing off the wall and grabbing the bottle.
“Thanks Marci.”
She smiled, nodding as she leaned against the wall beside me.
“I figured you could use one since you’ve been standing over here for over thirty minutes.”
I made a face, tilting my head to the side as I looked over at her.
“Really?”
She nodded, pulling her hat further down her face.
“Yup.”
“Huh.”
“Where’s Lisa? I thought she was working today?”
I shrugged, taking a sip of water.
“I think she called out sick.”
“Who’s doing makeup then?”
“Me.”
Marci gasped, turning towards me.
“What? I thought they had two people for makeup?”
I shrugged, closing my eyes as I leaned my head back against the wall.
“I dunno. Sara was apparently supposed to be covering for An who was covering for Lisa. Ashley is out on maternity and I think Lisa said she’d be able to handle both but since everyone’s freaking disappearing around here they asked me if I’d cover.”
“And you said yes.”
I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Well I mean there’s not much to do with their hair except style and spray, really not that hard.
“And it’s been a slow week huh?”
I huffed, shaking my head.
“Is this what slow feels like?”
“How long have you been covering for Sara?”
“All week.”
Marci sighed, nodding.
“So it’s been a long week then.”
I rolled my eyes, huffing.
“Longest week ever.”
“Makeup!”
I groaned, pushing off the wall and walking towards the set, walking up towards Jared and Jensen, the p.a turning towards me, waving their hand in Jensen and Jared’s direction.
“We need you to add some more dirt and blood to their faces and fix their hair.”
I nodded, looking around my belt for the spray, grabbing it and looking up at Jensen, waving my hand around.
“Do you mind?”
He grinned, leaning down so I could reach his hair.
“How is it we’ve seen you all day this past week?”
I shrugged, spraying his hair and running my fingers through it before I put the spray back, grabbing a makeup brush.
“Dunno. Ask Kripke.”
Jensen whistled as I grabbed his face, turning it to the side.
“What’s got you in a bad mood?”
I added some more blood to the fake gash along his forehead, nodding when I was done, turning towards Jared and motioning for him to the same Jensen had done.
“Nothing.”
I brushed Jared’s hair back, spraying it with hairspray, looking his face over. I nodded, placing the hairspray back on my belt, turning on my heel.
“We’re good here.”
“Thanks Y/N!”
I gave Kripke a thumbs up, walking back towards Maci.
“Think you could cover me for an hour? I need a break.”
Marci nodded, and I thanked her as I took the belt off, handing it to her.
“If you need-”
“I’ll call. Go on, we’re good here.”
I smiled tightly, nodding.
“Thanks Marci.”
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Jensen and Jared watched Y/N hand her belt over to Marci, Jared scowling as Jensen turned towards him.
“Wonder what’s up with her? She’s like an over excited puppy.”
Jared shrugged, watching Y/N walk away.
“I dunno. She seemed fine yesterday.”
“Maybe it’s cause she’s been doing both hair and makeup this week? Usually it’s broken up.”
“Maybe.”
“Alright boys, you ready?”
Jensen and Jared nodded, turning towards the set.
“Maybe when we finish here you can talk to her?”
Jared nodded as he moved to his marker, looking over at Jensen.
“Yeah.”
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“Y/N, Y/N are you in here?”
Jared looked around the trailer, huffing when he didn’t see her.
“Jared?”
Jared jumped, turning as Y/N walked into the trailer, making a face.
“What are you doing here? I thought everyone left already.”
Jared tilted his head to the side, grinning.
“You're still here.”
“Well yeah, I’ve got to clean up and make sure everything’s ready for tomorrow.”
“You’re literally dead on your feet.”
She grinned, shrugging as she started to clean up the trailer.
“Aren’t we all?”
“Yeah, but you especially. You’ve been doing twice as much work this week.”
“It’s my job.”
Jared huffed, shaking his head.
“We can keep going back and forth but I have a plan.”
She turned towards him, making a face.
“Oh really? What kind of plan? Because I still have a lot to do here and-”
Jared shook his head, taking her hand in his and pulling her towards the door of the trailer.
“Nope, not taking no for an answer.”
Y/N huffed, trying to pull her hand from Jared’s.
“Come on J, can’t this wait? This is important.”
“And so is this.”
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I gasped as Jared removed his hands from my eyes, looking around. Jared had decorated a section of the set with fairy lights and candles, a blanket laying in the middle with a basket and pillows on top. I turned towards Jared, sighing.
“You did all this for me?”
He nodded, biting his bottom lip.
“Yeah, uh, do you like it?”
I smiled, nodding.
“I love it.”
He smiled, taking my hand in his, gently pulling me towards the blanket.
“Come on.”
I sat down on the blanket beside him, grinning when he played some music on his phone.
“Thank you for doing this.”
He shrugged, opening the basket and pulling the food out.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not, but I appreciate it all the same. It means a lot.”
Jared smiled, nodding.
“You know I’d do anything for you.”
“Of course I do, you’d do anything for your friends.”
He shook his head, huffing slightly.
“No, that’s not what I mean. I-I like you. Like, like-like you.”
He turned towards me, sighing.
“And I know you don’t like me li-”
I surged forward, pressing my lips to his. I grinned as I leaned back, shaking my head.
“You totally read that wrong. I like you too.”
He glanced down at my lips before he looked back at me, tilting his head to the side.
“You like me?”
I nodded, smiling.
“Yeah, I like you. Like, like-like you.”
He laughed, leaning down and kissing me.
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Summary: Jared doesn’t ask for much. When he does want something, the reader is going to give it to him.
Word Count: 2164
Created for @spnkinkbingo
The night was warm and a gentle breeze was blowing in from the Mediterranean. Candles glowed around the veranda, casting a warm light into Jared’s eyes and turning them a soft amber brown highlighted with gold. His dimples deepened around his mouth as he smiled at you. He was dressed all in white, and the collar of his shirt was opened in a deep V down his chest, revealing a glimpse of the dark patch of hair there. His sleeves were rolled up, perfectly accentuating the golden skin of his strong forearms.
He sipped champagne from a crystal flute, looking every bit like a movie star. This trip was his gift to you. It was the first time the two of you had gone on a long vacation together. There had been weekend getaways whenever he could break away from his filming schedule, and they were always romantic. Jared was as romantic as any fantasy boyfriend you could have ever dreamed up. He took you to a bed and breakfast nestled away in a vineyard of the California wine country. There was the quaint inn in the seaside Maine village and the spa in New Mexico.
The one thing all these places had in common was they were always private. You spent hours talking and making love in the precious seclusion. Jared was a sweetheart and never refused a fan a picture or his time, but he made sure that there were occasions he was all yours with no interruptions. He’d outdone himself this time by renting a villa on the Italian coast. The view of the ocean was spectacular, and the sky was blanketed by stars.
He ran his fingers through his hair and once more you marveled at just how gorgeous he was. Part of his charm was he never seemed to realize that and acted almost surprised when someone mentioned his good looks. His voice was just as sexy as the rest of him. So when he said, “Come over here, get closer to me,” it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.
He pivoted and leaned back against the chaise, stretching his long legs out in front of him and parting them to make a place for you between his thighs. You lay back and put your head on his chest; Jared circled his arm around your waist, held you close, and kissed your temple. He nibbled at your ear and whispered, “You make all this perfect.”
You turned in his embrace so you could look in his eyes. They were the velvety gray of the early evening sky now. You would never get used to the way his eyes changed color, each change more beautiful than the last. You kissed his cheek, your lips brushing along the line of his jaw. “It’s you that’s perfect, Jared. I can’t believe you did all of this for me.” The wonder in your voice melted into something more playful. “You do know some celebrities are arrogant assholes, right? Did you forget to read that part of the handbook?”
He laughed. “I didn’t get a copy of that book. I just like to act.”
You put your arms around his neck and rose up on your knees, putting one on each side of his hips. You kissed him, pulling softly at his bottom lip. “I might just have to show you how much I appreciate your modesty and your humble nature.”
Jared put his hand on your waist and smoothly guided you beneath him. He kissed your neck, pulling a whimper from you. “Unh, Unh. I get to show you exactly what you mean to me and lavish you with attention.”
He skimmed his hands down your body while his lips sucked at your neck. You felt small when you were beneath him. He lifted the bottom of your dress and eased his hand under your skirt. When he spread his palm over the outside of your thigh, his huge hand covered it. Jared moved from your neck to your mouth and kissed you, dipping his tongue inside while his hand moved beneath your dress.
His fingers rubbed over your panties in a long, teasing sweep from your opening to your clit. He did this a few times before focusing in on the throbbing little bundle of nerves. He pushed your panties to the side and started moving his fingers in a small circle, right over the spot where you ached for him.
Jared had a way of making passion a tangible thing. You could feel it in the air between you; it was a hum that curled around you, making the blood in your veins feel almost like it could vibrate. His kiss got deeper as his fingers moved faster. “You feel so good, so soft and wet; I want to taste you, Y/N.”
You shuddered beneath him, and you felt your walls begin to flutter and clench around nothing, his words making you come. He broke the kiss and smiled down at you. “I’m going to do that again.”
Jared dragged your skirt slowly up your thighs; the light summer fabric tickled your skin and made you let out a long quivering breath. With your lower body exposed to his gaze, he peeled your panties down your legs. You could feel his eyes on you. When Jared looked at you, any self conscious doubts you’d ever had about your body were gone. He made you feel beautiful.
He kissed along your inner thigh with gentle flicks of his tongue. When he locked his lips around your clit and started to suck, you sunk your fingers into his hair and wrapped the silky strands around your fingers, holding him in place. Jared lowered his head to your opening and pushed his tongue inside. What he could do with his tongue, some men couldn’t do with their cock.
He thrust it into you until you were writhing beneath him. Then his tongue was swirling around your clit again, and he was moaning like he was the one about to come. “You’re so sweet, baby. I’ll never get enough of you.” Jared held your hips when he felt you start to shake; your juices gushed out of you covering his face, and you didn’t stop coming. A second orgasm blended into the first, and you grabbed wildly at his shoulders.
You finally stilled, spent and boneless, in that soft and sheltered post orgasmic place. There was no thought; you weren’t capable of it yet, but you saw him. He’s all there was, him and the way he’d made you feel. Jared’s hair was falling into his face, and his lips were shining, still wet from the pleasure he’d given you. As soon as he lay down next to you, you reached up to brush the hair from his face.
Being next to him wasn’t quite close enough, you shifted your body so it was partially on him and partially on the chair. His arms were around you; his hands were in your hair, and his lips brushed a feather soft kiss across your temple. You closed your eyes and breathed long and slow. His cologne mingled with the smell of the soap he used and the sea salt in the air.
This was as peaceful as you’d ever felt, as content as you could ever imagine feeling. The waves were rolling into the shore with a soft roar. When they crashed, you pictured them being pulled back into the sea and sighed. You slipped your hand inside Jared’s shirt and rested it on his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart. In moments like this, there was nothing you would deny him; but he rarely asked for anything.
The exception was in the area of intimacy, and a conversation you’d had with him the previous week after some particularly enthusiastic lovemaking came back to you now. “Do you remember what you asked me last week?”
He sounded as content as you felt. “Hmmmm.”
“You know that thing you wanted to try? Let’s do it.” You were pretty sure you were relaxed enough right now that it would not only work, but it just might be incredible.
The bedroom had a wall of windows that offered a stunning view of the ocean and large double doors that opened onto the veranda. Jared didn’t close them behind you when you walked in, choosing instead to leave them open so you could still hear the waves, and the breeze could still blow into the room.
The bed was a large wooden four poster with white linens that included sheer curtains that hung down the posts and a generous number of pillows in the colors of the sea. Jared turned you, lifted your hair, took the zipper that ran down the center of your dress between his fingers and lowered it. He slipped the straps off your shoulders and down your arms. The dress fell to the floor, and you stepped out of it.
You watched Jared unbutton his shirt and drag each side back and over one of his muscled shoulders. He finished undressing, and you lay down on your stomach on the bed. You heard him open a drawer in the bedside table; the mattress dipped when he put his knee down on it, and the bottle he was holding clicked when he opened it. “Get on your hands and knees.” You followed his instructions; your heart beating faster as you waited to feel his first touch.
Jared started with the backs of your thighs. His hands were slick with the lube, and it was sinking into your skin like a massage oil. He ran one of them up higher to squeeze the globe of your ass, and you sucked in a breath. At last, he spread your cheeks and pushed at the tight little pucker of your hole with his finger.
You were an anal virgin. It’s not that you never wanted to try it. You’d just never had a partner before that made you that comfortable and inspired that kind of trust in you. While the idea of it excited you, it also scared you a little. Would it hurt? Maybe a better question was how much would it hurt? No part of Jared was small. The part that stayed hidden from all but the lucky few was just as big as the parts of him everyone could see.
He eased his fingertip in; it filled you, but it didn’t hurt. When he pushed his finger all the way in, it felt good. With two fingers, there was a little bit of stretch; but he took it slow. Once you were accustomed to the two fingers, Jared started to scissor them and open you up. You were grasping the pillow, and he saw. “You okay, baby?”
You let go of the pillow, and answered, “I’m okay. It’s just...different.”
He gave you a minute and rubbed your back with his other hand. “Do you still want to do this?”
“Yes. Just go slow.” His hand disappeared from your back, and his quick intake of breath told you he was stroking his cock with it. The head of his penis settled against your hole, and you tightened your fingers around the pillow again.
“Just tell me if it’s too much. Tell me if you want to stop.”
“Alright. I will.” The feel of him entering you burned a little, but it wasn’t too bad. He took his time and continued to rub his hands over your back and your butt. It calmed you and slowed your breathing. Every movement he made was slow and easy until you got used to the size of him.
Once you were ready for him to move, Jared found a rhythm that made you moan with pleasure. The sounds you made had always been a turn on for him, and he sped up his thrusts. He was nearing his orgasm; you could tell from the way he was moving his hips. Jared was a giver in the bedroom, and now was no different. He reached around and rubbed your clit until you were begging to come.
He snapped his hips forward and let go with a grunt. His hot semen coated your insides, and you screamed, coming with him. Jared stayed inside you until your aftershocks had passed, then he pulled himself from your body.
You lowered yourself to the bed and rolled over onto your side. He settled in next to you and cupped your cheek in his hand. “That was incredible.”
Your eyelids were heavy, and you blinked them slowly. “Did I do it right?”
He smiled, bringing out those gorgeous dimples again. “It would be impossible for you to do anything wrong. Everything feels good with you.” He tipped your chin up with his finger. “You make me happy, you know that?”
You smiled and felt a tear form in the corner of your eye. It trickled down your cheek, and Jared wiped it away. You knew whatever he asked you to do next, the answer would be yes.
Pairing: Jared x Reader
Prompt: “I feel like I’m drowning in a bottle of wine.” “There are worse things to drown in.”
Word Count: 1,578
Warnings: drinking
A/N: I’m in a bit of a Jared crisis so I wrote a thing. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)
You let out a sigh and slumped back against your couch, pausing the movie on the tv, as you glanced over at the empty bottle of wine and wine glass on your coffee table. It was starting to feel like you had spent every night since your breakup, over a month ago, doing the same thing. Running your hand through your hair you picked up your phone and placed a call to your best friend. She answered on the third ring and you didn’t even bother saying hello, opting to get straight to the point instead.
“I feel like I’m drowning in a bottle of wine,” you groaned.
“There are worse things to drown in,” she chuckled. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. I think I’m starting to feel like I can’t get out of this stupid rut. Ever since Jamie left me I’ve spent every night drinking a bottle of wine and watching old rom-coms.”
“Sounds to me like you need to get out and meet new people.”
“Where? Everyone knows everyone in this stupid small town,” you groaned.
“So we head to the next town over,” she suggested. “I’m sure there’s new people there.”
“I guess.”
“Look, it’s still early. Get your mopey ass up off the couch and get ready. I’m picking you up in twenty and we’re gonna drive over there and just pick a random bar, okay?”
You sighed again before assuring her you would be ready in time. You hung up as you walked to your bedroom, ready to change out of the sweats and hoodie you were wearing and into something much more presentable for a night out.
You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when your phone buzzed with a text from your friend letting you know she was outside. Letting out a sigh you dropped your lipstick into your purse before grabbing your keys and heading out to your friend’s car.
Fifteen minutes later your friend was parking the car in front of what looked like a popular bar. You glanced at the bar as you climbed out of the car and could immediately tell that the place was packed. You were immediately beginning to regret agreeing to coming out -- in fact you were starting to regret calling your friend about your dilemma in the first place. Pushing the thoughts from your mind you followed your friend into the building and made way for the bar to grab yourself a drink.
The bartender approached the two of you quickly and you ordered your drinks. Once the glass of wine was placed in front of you you glanced around the room. You were suddenly painfully aware of how long it had been since you’d done this and how out of practice you were. You had no idea how to go about meeting new people anymore, let alone meet a new guy, which -- if you were being honest with yourself -- was the real reason you wanted to get off the couch and go out.
“It’s gonna be fine Y/N/N,” your friend assured you. “Why don’t we go play some pool once one of the tables open up? That way you can loosen up a bit and get in the ‘meeting people’ zone.”
You nodded in agreement and sipped at your drink as you kept an eye on the pool table, waiting for it to free up. It only took a few minutes before the two of you made your way back toward the table. You reached for two cues while your friend went to grab the rack to get the table set up.
“Um, excuse me? But we were slotted to play next,” you heard a man’s voice behind you and you turned to see a tall man with short sandy brown hair talking to your friend.
“Sorry, but we got here first,” your friend replied with a smile.
“Yeah, but we were up next,” he said, gesturing to a signup board that both you and your friend failed to notice in your rush to start playing.
“Oh, our bad,” she said, handing him the rack.
“Sorry about him,” you heard next to you and looked over to see an extremely tall man standing next to you. “He just got out of a pretty bad relationship and he’s having a bad night. Normally he’s not this rude.”
“It’s fine,” you smiled, looking up at him. You faltered momentarily when you noticed just how attractive this giant of a man was. “I know a little something about bad breakups.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, frowning a little. “I’m Jared, by the way. That’s Jensen, over there.”
“Y/N,” you replied with a smile. “And my friend over there is Jess.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, returning the smile, as his friend was beckoning him over to the table. “Maybe I’ll see you again later.”
You let out a nervous chuckle as Jared headed over to his friend, adjusting the beanie on his head as he went.
“Well, that guy is an asshole,” Jess huffed when she reached you.
“He just went through a bad breakup,” you offered. “Jared -- his friend -- told me.”
You didn’t miss the smirk Jess gave you and you slapped her arm playfully as you shook your head and made your way back to the bar for another glass of wine. You hung out with Jess at the bar for the next hour, occasionally glancing over at Jared and Jensen at the pool table, your glances not going unnoticed by your friend.
“Just go over and talk to him,” she suggested, taking a sip of her beer.
“No,” you chuckled. “I’m not going over there and interrupting their game.”
“I don’t think he’d mind,” she replied with a smirk. “He’s been looking over here almost as much as you’ve been looking over there.”
“I doubt that,” you said, shaking your head as you finished off your glass of wine.
“I swear,” she said. “But you don’t need to take my word for it because they’re coming over here.”
“What?!” You said, choking on your drink.
Sure enough, just as you started coughing, you heard the two men approach you and Jess.
“I just wanted to come over and apologize for earlier,” Jensen said. “Normally, I’m not so much of a jerk. It’s just been a bad day.”
“Bad day is an understatement,” Jared chuckled. “Anyway, we want to make it up to you guys. What are you drinking.”
You had finally managed to get your coughing fit under control and were able to give Jared your drink order. He flagged down the bartender and placed the order and the four of you made small talk while you waited for your drinks. Once they arrived you took a sip in an attempt to gather your thoughts.
“Thanks for the drink,” you smiled.
“It was the least I could do since you lost out on your pool game,” he said, sitting down on the barstool next to yours.
After that the conversation flowed easily. You talked about your lives and got to know each other as best you could with the loud music and bar chatter happening around you. Before you knew it almost two hours had passed and it was getting far too late for you to be out considering you had work in the morning. Jess was deep in conversation with Jensen but you managed to catch her eye and silently convey that it was time to leave.
“Well, we hate to cut this short, gentlemen,” Jess said, waving down the bartender for your tab. “But, we both have work early and need to get home.”
Jared did his best to hide his disappointment and once Jess paid the tab, offered to walk you out to the car. You agreed, not quite ready to leave him just yet and mentally cursing the late hour and your early shift the next day. Jess and Jensen walked slightly ahead of you, trying to give you and Jared as much privacy as possible, and made it to the car just as you and Jared walked out of the bar.
“I had a really great time with you tonight, Y/N,” Jared said with a small smile.
“I did too,” you agreed, attempting to hide the blush you could feel creeping up your cheeks.
“I don’t want to be too forward here, but I’d love to get to know you better -- without the loud crowd around,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you free tomorrow night? For dinner?”
There was no stopping the blush now, or the grin spreading across your face for that matter.
“Absolutely,” you nodded. “I get out at six. Let me give you my number.”
He handed you his phone and you entered your number and handed it back to him. He promised he would text you the next day with a time to pick you up and you said your goodbyes. You made your way to Jess’s car and climbed in, unable to hide your grin. Once you buckled your seatbelt Jess looked over at you and smirked.
“Oh, just shut up and drive,” you chuckled and she pulled away from the curb.
The entire drive back to your apartment you couldn’t stop thinking about how your night had turned out or hide your excitement about what the following night had in store for you.
“Lean forward, baby.” Jared softly commanded in your ear.
The chains rattled on and around your body, what little leather there was on you pinching at your skin but that was soon rectified when he unzipped the bottom half and pulled it off of you. “We won’t be needing that anymore.”
Jared pulled your hair to the side, careful not to get it tangled in the collar around your neck, pressing his hips to your ass and his hands groping at your tits.
When he was sure that you were thoroughly massaged, his hands gave your ass one final smooth over before he slides his cock into your cunt.
“You ready for my thumb, baby?”
“Yes, Jared. Put your thumb in my ass while you fuck my pussy.” You said, giving your body over to him to do as he pleased.
Looking over your shoulder, you noticed the snarl on Jared’s face and looked away, hiding your own smirk. Jared had filled both your pussy and your ass before but it was still a little difficult to get used to considering his size.
Jared had worked you over with his cock and thumb, ensuring that you were accustomed to him and feeling the stretching sensation within you. He made you come and spill all of your juices over his cock within minutes, finding all those sweet spots inside of you.
With a few more pumps of his cock, he grunted and it sprang free from your pussy, you clenched around nothing as you missed the thickness of him.
You felt something on your back and knew what it was when Jared moaned once again, whispering “oh, god” and a few “fuck”s. Jared was fully spent but there was nothing that was going to stop him from cleaning you up.
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Pairing: Jensen x reader (platonic till the end), Jared x reader (platonic)
Trigger warnings: mental illness, slight depression, anger outburst, language, very little spn canon violence, self loathing (I guess. Basically the reader doesn’t like herself), bad traffic (yes that’s a warning), reader being bitchy
Word Count: 3131
Summary: You wake instantly knowing you are going to have one of your “bad” days meaning your emotions are going to be a mess. Sure enough angry outburst start your day when you nearly kick the crap out of a guy in traffic and nearly bit off Jared and Jensen’s heads. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like this will be going away any time soon. How are you supposed to keep it hidden from people who are practically your family and how will this affect the major scenes you must shoot? That’s right you are an actress on Supernatural, but can you keep your emotion in check long enough to get through the day?
A/N: Hey y’all first I want to say I have no fucking Idea where this came from. It wasn’t planned at all. It’s basically word vomit on a page because I had a really crappy day in which some of the things in the story actually happened to me. So, I guess writing some fluffy J2 helped me get over my shitty day. I also wrote the reader based off myself in a way because these emotional issues are ones I face and today was one of the “bad” days for me. Literally wrote this between the times of 8pm and 4am so there’s barely any editing done and I apologize for any mistakes. Its currently 4:30 and I have no ambition to check. Any who, I know I had more to say but I forget, oh well enjoy. P.S. This is my first RPF so be easy on me please. As always feedback is appreciated and wanted and hate will not be tolerated.
***Italics are scenes being shot for the show***
“Damn it!!!!” You screamed as you burnt your hand on your hair straightener for the third time this morning. It was now 8 am and you had to be on set in an hour. You were barely half ready and it took you 45 minutes to get to set.
The whole morning just wasn’t going your way. From the moment you woke up you knew, just by the mood you were in, that it wasn’t going to be a particularly good day. You really didn’t need a cycle of bad days right now, but it looked like your head had other plans.
It started with your damn neighbors at 1 o’clock this morning banging on the walls and their furniture skidding across the floors. You could only assume they were fucking their brains out. However, their two hours of bliss really cut into your sleep time. If that wasn’t bad enough your alarm decided to not go off this morning. Which made you an hour late getting ready.
Now here you were hair half done, make up barely applied still in your PJ’s and having to leave in like 10 minutes.
“Fuck it!” you said as you threw the straightener down on the counter and through your hair in a messy bun. The little make up you had on, you wiped off and headed to your closet. Noticing all your jeans were dirty, you huffed and grabbed a pair of sweats, an oversized t-shirt, put your converse sneakers on, and grabbed your sunglasses to head out the door.
While driving to set, of course you’d have the good fortune to run into traffic. These idiots simply didn’t know how to drive. It was really starting to piss you off. Cars were weaving in and out of lanes, stopping abruptly, and paying no mind to anyone else around them.
“Are you fucking kidding. Thanks for cutting me off you idiot,” you shouted to the black Prius that decided it was ok for them to cut in front of you. This prompted them to flick you off after which you had to take a dozen deep breaths to stop yourself from getting out of your car and beating the shit out of them.
After the horrendous traffic, you finally made it to set at 9:05. Five minute late. You went to run to your trailer when you ran into a huge solid figure and fell on your ass muttering “Shit” to yourself.
“Hey there speed racer. Why the rush? Jensen said as he gave you a hand to help you up.
“Oh, you know running late,” you responded with a bit of anger in your tone.
“Damn (Y/N), you look like crap.”
“Why, thank you Jensen. That’s what every girl wants to here in the morning,” you said with a scowl on your face and a viciousness in your voice.
“That’s not what I meant. I mean- “
“Let me stop you there. I don’t have time for this right now. I have to drop my stuff off in my trailer and go to straight to hair and make up to get this mess figured out.”
“(Y/N), what’s up with you this morning. I’ve never seen you act this way before?”
“Having a bad morning,” and with that you turned away and went to your trailer.
That wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. You tended to go through periods of good days and periods of bad days. Your mental health was a bit unstable to say in the least. It’s been like this since you were in high school and you have just kind of dealt with it since then. Although, it’s been getting harder to hide. Usually your bad days started around hiatus or right before a long break, but now it’s happening more often during filming.
You had been working on Supernatural for two years now. You loved it. Your character’s name was Natasha and when she first met the boys it was right after the events of season 8, so the beginning of season 9. She was badass and could fight better than the boys most the time. However, she was a demon, which proved to be troublesome with Sam getting possessed by Gadreel and all. Her issue was she wanted the boys to cure her from being a demon. So, it led to an interesting story line.
Working with Jared, Jensen, Misha, and even Mark was the highlight of your life. You loved them like your family, hell they were your family. You didn’t have anyone else. Your parents died when you were young and you had no siblings so you were pretty much on your own. Until now. That’s what made keeping this secret so hard. The only person that knew was Jared and that was only because he caught you in the middle of a breakdown on one of your particularly bad days. He sat and talked with you telling you his experience with mental illness. You begged him not to tell a soul, and even though he disagreed with your choice he promised to keep your secret.
That brings us back to the present. You were in the hair and make up trailer, with Janine the stylist, with your hair just about done, when Jared walked in with a concerned look on his face.
“Hey (Y/N). How are you feeling this morning?” Jared asked.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” you replied with anger filling your voice.
“Easy there. Don’t bite my head off. Jensen came to me and said you acting a bit off and basically chewed him out. So, I thought I’d come check on you.”
“Sorry Jar, it’s just been a hell of a morning and I didn’t get much sleep.”
“And it’s one of your “bad” days.”
“Yeah that too. I’ll apologize to Jay later it’s just today I’m more off than usual. Like I’m tired, depressed, pissed, and annoyed all at once and it’s making my head spin.”
“I get it. You know I do. That’s I think you should tell the others, especially Jensen.”
“I can’t Jar.”
“Yes, you can. I did and actually helped a lot and still does.”
“I want to tell him and the others. I really do. I just…. I just don’t know.”
“Look, I think you should, but I’m not going to pressure you. It’s your choice. Do what’s best for you and that pretty little noggin of yours. Just know, I’m always here if you need to talk, no matter what.”
“Thanks Jar. Really, it means a lot.”
“Look, I heave to head back to set to finish a scene with Jensen, but at least think about it. Love ya. See you soon,” he said as he kissed the crown of your head, earning him a scowl from your hair artist, and out the door he went.
Janine finished your hair quite flawlessly considering what she had to work with and quickly applied your make up, Natasha didn’t wear much so it was always quick, and you headed to wardrobe.
For this episode, they had you back in your all black demon style. For a bit, there you were in relaxed jeans and a flannel like the guys, but this episode had you facing off with some old demon buddies. So, you had to look the part with the skinny leather biker pants, leather biker jacket, lace up combat boots, and even a bullet belt as if you couldn’t look any more badass. Despite the result of the outfit, which was always hot as hell, it was a major pain in the ass to put on. Leather tends not to cooperate or breathe, if you know what I mean. But, none the less it was now on and you headed to Stage 3 to do your scene with the boys.
“Hey (Y/N), about earlier, I’m sorry if I stepped on your toes. I didn’t mean t- “Jensen started to say but you cut him off.
“Don’t worry about it Jay. It’s good. Like I said it’s just been a really rough morning and you just caught me in a bad time that’s all,” you replied with a slight smile on your face.
“You feelin’ better now, (Y/N)?” Jared asked as he came running over.
“Yeah, a little. You, on the other hand, better be careful and not mess up that hair or you won’t be once Janine’s done with you.” Jared laughed shaking his head knowing you weren’t kidding. Janine would get so frustrated with him because he could never sit still for her to finish his hair and then 10 minutes later it was all messed up.
“Alright places people. We need to start the next scene. We’re wasting precious minutes here,” Bob singer shouted and you all ran to your marks. “And ACTION!”
“Look Dean, I know these guys. You could say we were chummy back in the day. I know how they operate,” Natasha said.
“Yeah, well, you were “chummy” back when you were still a demon, but now you’re not.”
“They don’t know that.”
“What do they think you’ve been up to?”
“Treason to the king maybe, but they’d never expect this. So, I just play the part. Act like I used to.”
“What happens when they throw their demon powers at you and realize you can’t throw back?”
“Then I fight. I haven’t lost my skills. And let’s not forget who kick both yours and Sammy’s ass just three days ago.”
“CUT!” Singer screamed. “(Y/N), sweetie, I need more emotion from you. Need more snark and that last line I need that famous snarky grin that you do so well.”
“Got it boss,” you quickly replied.
“Alright let’s pick up at ‘Then I fight…’ and ACTION!”
“Then I fight. I haven’t lost my skills. And let’s not forget who kick both yours and Sammy’s ass just three days ago.” You said nailing your grin.
“Yeah, well I still don’t like this plan. Too many unknowns. It’s dangerous.”
“DUHH!! It’s dangerous. Everything we do is dangerous. It’s the job. And since when do you care about unknowns? That’s like your calling card ignoring all the unknowns and kick down doors.”
“It’s not gonna be easy Tasha.”
“Never said it would be Dean-o.”
“You sure about this?”
“Yeah totally. Like 90% sure. OK like 85%. Maybe 70%. Stop me now it’s not getting any better.”
Just then Sam walked through the motel door and said, “There here.”
“CUT! Awesome job guys. Take five while we set up for the next scene,” Singer said.
“That was great (Y/N)!” Jensen said.
“Yeah you did good,” Jared agreed.
“Plus you look totally hot in all that leather so that helped,” Jensen said with a smirk on his face.
“Dude, really?” Jared said.
“For real Jay, I think your Dean is showing,” you said making both men laugh.
“You may be right, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Jensen said.
“Well, Dean is a notorious liar, so is it?” you couldn’t help but smile at yourself for that one. Jared even gave you a half hug for that.
“I can’t win, can I?” Jensen sarcastically asked.
“Nope. It’s best you learn that know, Ackles. The woman always wins,” you responded. At that time, you were all being called back to set for the big demon fight scene. You weren’t going to lie, you were nervous. This scene had you doing a lot more stunts then you’ve done in the past. Also, you’ve never been on one of your “bad” days for a big fight scene so that just added to the problem.
You finished the fight scene, which took two hours longer to shoot than it should have. You kept messing up and making dumbass rookie mistakes. Every time you messed up you’d have to start over. With every screw up, it made you angrier and angrier at the same time depressing you. After a while Jared and Jensen started to goof off to try and make you feel better and while you appreciated the effort that only put you further behind and made you more upset. But, finally after 5 painstaking hours, yes 5, you finished and you were all fake bloody.
Next up was your emotional scene with the boys but more focused on Dean than Sam. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to get through it but you had no choice.
Natasha laid in the corner of the room, beaten, bloodied, unable to move. Dean went running towards her and laid her in his lap.
“Tasha, hey, come on, open your eyes,” Dean said.
“D-Dean,” Natasha sputtered. “Sometimes I wish I was still a demon. This would hurt a lot less,” Natasha said with a smile forming on her face.
“Really?? A joke? Right now? I don’t think this is a time for jokes Tasha.”
“Hey, lighten up will ya? It’s not like I haven’t died before. I mean technically I’m 540 years old. So- “Natasha started coughing up blood.
“That’s not funny. You’re human now. I knew this show down was a stupid idea. Look at you. I don’t even know where to press down because your bleeding from everywhere,” tears started to roll down Deans face. “What are we going to do without you? What am I going to do without you? I need you here.”
With those words coming out of Jensen’s mouth and the fake “real” tears pouring out of both of your eyes, you lost it. You don’t know what happened but your fake tears became real signaling the “bad” day intervening again. You couldn’t stop it so you got off Jensen and apologized to the rest of the cast and crew and ran to your trailer with the tears still flowing.
You were sat in the corner between the couch and TV with your legs folded to your chest, when you heard a knock on your door. “Not now Jay,” you said.
“It’s not Jensen, it’s me and I’m coming in,” Jared said as he entered your trailer and sat next to you. “What’s going on in that confusing head of yours?” he asked.
“That’s just it Jar, I have no fucking clue. And the fact that I have no clue makes it even worse.”
“I know but think something had to have set you off.”
“All I know is that I was looking into Jensen’s eyes as he was saying Dean’s words to Natasha and suddenly the fake tears weren’t so fake anymore.”
“That’s what I thought. I’m sure you’ve noticed, because I have, that these “bad” days, as you call them, are happening more frequently.” You just nodded your head. “Well, I’m thinking that the stress of keeping this a secret is what’s provoking it to happen more.”
“I guess that makes sense. But I just don’t understand how I go from majorly pissed of one moment to crying my eyes out the next.”
“That’s the human brain for ya sweetie. No one can really explain why it does what it does.”
“Your right. It’s just this fuck up of a day has had me reeling on edge and got in my head.”
“Happens to the best of us. So, you gonna tell him?” You nodded yes. “Good because he’s waiting outside. Jensen come in!”
You mouthed a thank you to Jared as he walked out the door and he gave you that ‘don’t mention it’ face he always does.
Jensen came and sat next to you. “What’s going on?” he kindly asked.
“Look Jay, there’s something you don’t know about me. Well more like a few somethings that have a lot to do with what going on with me.”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, when I was a kid my parents died so my grandparents took care of me and after a few months they started to notice a change in me. I guess losing my parents messed with my head so much that it kind of left me mentally unstable.”
“OK, what exactly does that mean?”
“It means that I have these periods of bad days and periods of good days. I’m usually able to keep them hidden from most, but lately it’s been happening more and I guess it got to be too much. Thus, the angry outbursts and out of nowhere crying.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Because I’m embarrassed by it and honestly its usually something that sends a person running for the hills. Anytime someone says ‘mental illness’ or ‘mentally unstable’ people assume the worst and actually make them worse. So, it’s always been in my best interest to keep it hidden.”
“I get it. But you do realize you are in the one place where no one would care? We would all support you. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I just am ashamed I guess, but I can’t hold it back anymore because that’s making it worse.”
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all support you. I support you. It’s gonna take a lot more than a mental illness to send me running for the hills.”
“I really appreciate that Jay. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
“No problem. And look you can come and talk to me anytime you need. Any hour of any day. Call if you must. I’ll pick up. Your health is more important.”
“Thank you.”
“Your welcome. But I have a question. How come Jared knew?”
“Because he found me in the middle of one of my break downs about 6 months back and I swore him to secrecy.”
“That sounds like you,” Jensen said with a smile on his face. “Now why don’t we go and finish this scene and kick it in the ass and then grab a couple beers to top the night off?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Jensen helped you off the ground ad you both returned to Stage 3 and knocked that scene out of the park. You both portrayed that raw emotion with such intensity it was hard to believe it wasn’t real. Those were Bob Singers words not yours. Turns out Natasha didn’t die, right before she drew her final breath Cas swooped in and healed her mostly because he still had a little wear and tear. But she lived and spoiler alert her and Dean ended up together. Many times that night, in fact, much to Sam’s annoyance. So, a good episode.
After that you did go out and get those beers with the guys and had a wonderful rest of the night. Cracking jokes telling stories, it was a hell of a time. Maybe a little too wonderful considering you woke up in Jensen’s bed with his t-shirt on and him wearing nothing but boxers.
Summary: Jared’s struggle with depression bubbles to the surface, and the reader is there to love and support him through it.
Characters: Jared x Reader; Jensen
Word Count: 2119
Warnings: Discussion of depression
A/N: This fic was inspired by an Ask I got from @sandlee44. It takes place at the time of Jared’s Season 3 breakdown. It is, of course, fiction. All the love to Jared always for having the courage to share his personal struggle with so many of us fighting the same battle.
It was two o’clock in the morning when the phone rang. I reached in the dark for my bedside table and patted my hand over the smooth surface until I found it. When I turned it over, the little screen brought a faint amount of light into the room. Then my eyes focused, and I read the name of the caller. Jensen. I sat straight up, instantly awake now, and pressed the button to answer his call.
“Jensen, what’s wrong? Jared? Is he okay?” My words were spilling out of my mouth at a rate to match the now pounding beat of my heart.
“He’s okay, Y/N, but I think you should come to Vancouver.” I noticed that his voice was still in the register of Dean deep. At first, I thought that was because of the late hour, but as he kept talking I realized it was because he was exhausted. “I’m at Jared’s apartment now. I came home with him.” My heart sank down to the pit of my stomach. I was terrified of what Jensen was going to say next. “He shouldn’t be alone right now.”
I struggled to find my voice. I had to ask, had to know, and Jensen wasn’t the kind of person to offer up information. The mere fact he’d called me told me just how serious this was, especially considering it was the middle of the night on the east coast where I was. “Tell me what happened, Jensen.”
I could practically hear him thinking, trying to figure out the best way to tell me whatever it was. “Jared had some kind of breakdown.” I grabbed a handful of my comforter and clutched it in my fist. “He was late coming back to set, so I went to his trailer to find him. He...he couldn’t get off the couch. He’d...just...shut down.”
“Why?” It was all I could think to say. My mind was racing, flying back through all the years I had known Jared. I’d been scared something like this was going to happen for a long time. Jared’s struggled with depression went all the way back to high school.
“I don’t know, Y/N. Nothing unusual happened. It’s about what he’s thinking and feeling, but that’s something he should tell you.”
I got off my bed and went to the closet while Jensen talked. My suitcase was on the shelf where I’d put it when I got home from my last trip to Vancouver. “Where is he now?”
“He’s sleeping. It was a long day.” Jensen paused, and I could tell he was weighing something in his mind. “The producers wanted to shut down production, but Jared wouldn’t. We’re going back to work tomorrow.”
I dropped my suitcase on my bed with a thud and zipped it open. “Jensen, please keep an eye on him. I’m catching the first plane I can tomorrow.”
It was early October, and the air was filled with a crisp Canadian chill. Jensen had arranged to have a car and driver pick me up at the airport and bring me back to the set. I’d only been there once, but it still seemed familiar to me, probably because I’d pictured it so many times. It was the way I stayed connected to Jared over the months I was falling in love with him from thousands of miles away.
I walked up the steps of the very trailer I’d imagined so many times and opened the door. The inside was neat, but not perfect. That was a good sign; Jared was at least trying. Keeping things tidy was a challenge for him because he had the type of personality that just exploded around you in a sunburst and often he was so wrapped up in that energy that the details of his surroundings didn’t even register with him.
There were throw pillows scattered over the couch. I’d gotten them for him after that first visit because I thought his work space needed a homey touch. I wanted him to be comfortable here. I made my way to the sofa, sat down, and picked up a navy pillow. I hugged it to my chest and remembered the first time Jared brought me here.
The smile had barely left Jared’s face since we’d gotten to the lot. He enjoyed being here, and everyone clearly loved him. The hair stylist had winked at me as she settled him in the chair and handed him a pack of gummy worms. “It’s the only thing that keeps him still.” Jared had pulled one of the sugar covered candies from the pack and held it out to me. I’d taken it from him and took a bite. The sugar had quickly covered my tongue, and the sound of Jared’s laughter caused a smile to bloom on my face.
That seemed like a long time ago at the moment. The rattle of the door pulled me out of my reverie, and I hastily put the pillow back into its place. Jared sighed as he walked through the door, then he saw me. “Y/N.” He scrunched up his face, and the spot at the bridge of his nose wrinkled. “What are you doing here?” He was immersed in the look of Sam Winchester from head to toe, complete with all the layers, but he was still every bit my Jared. My Jared, full of sunshine and the darkness that tore at him.
I chose my words carefully. “I thought you might like to have me here, and...I wanted to be with you. Jared took off Sam’s jacket and dropped it on the counter. We were going to talk about it eventually, so I might as well say it. “Jensen called me.”
Jared had unbuttoned his cuff and was rolling up the sleeve. He stopped when he got to his elbow and hesitated before moving on to the other side. “He did?” Jared lifted his eyes to glance at me, his hand was on his sleeve motionless. “What did he say?”
I didn’t want to make Jared uncomfortable, but I couldn’t stop staring at him. The love I felt for him had guided my every move these past few months. I was actively engaged in trying to make myself a better person for him. He inspired me like that, and he didn’t have any idea.
“He told me you had a hard day, but he didn’t give me any details.” Jared didn’t answer, and I stayed quiet too. He walked over to the couch and sat down on the other end, then he leaned back and stretched his arm out across the back. He wasn’t making eye contact, but he shrugged and started to talk.
“I don’t know what happened. Shooting was going great. We were taking a scheduled break, and I came back here. I planned to unwind for a few minutes, listen to some music, but when I got here something just kind of came over me.” Jared lifted his arm and ran his hand through his hair. “I just started thinking I don’t belong here.” I saw him swallow, and I wanted to reach out to him, but I knew it was important to let him talk. “Look at this.” His head turned, scanning the trailer. “I’m a lead on a TV show. I’m not that good. There are so many actors better than me. There are people who hate me because of what I have, and there are people who want to be my friend because of it, because of what they think I can do for them.”
Jared tipped his head back, resting it on the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling. “There’s just so much pressure. What if I can’t keep this up. I’m cracking, Y/N.” He turned his head to look at me without lifting it. “I sat here on this couch, and I couldn’t move. I was scared if I went out there, everyone would know. They’d know I’m fake, that I’m not really what they think I am at all, and I can’t do this.”
Jared abruptly lifted his head and stood. His back was to me as he continued. “How’d I get here? I got lucky. That’s all. I’ve always been too skinny. My hair just does whatever it feels like. I have too many moles that have to be airbrushed and covered with makeup. I can’t cry when the script says to do it. It always looks forced, and then after I can’t stop crying because I couldn’t cry.”
He turned, ran his hand through his hair again and then down over his face. “I want to be good at this. I want to be an actor, but there’s so much of this that isn’t acting. Image. I don’t want to hear that word anymore. I’ve got all these people telling me who to be and what to say in interviews. They tell me how to dress.”
Jared took a deep breath. “There’s so much pressure. Kripke told Jensen and me at the very beginning that this whole thing is riding on us. If it fails, it’ll be because of me, Y/N. What would PR do if this got out? How would that look? I had a breakdown on set. I couldn’t take it, Y/N.”
It was time to say something. “Jared, come sit with me.” This time when he sat down, it was beside me. I took his hand in mine, so big, so strong but soft. “Jared, you have a very special gift. Acting is part of it, but it’s not the most important part. You know how to connect to people.” It was true. That was what had drawn me to him in high school. Jared circulated outside cliques; he actually saw people.
I scooted closer to him. “The world doesn’t always appreciate that. It wants to put us all in a shiny box, and you resist that.” I slipped my free hand into his hair and combed my fingers through the soft locks that he thought were so problematic. “You keep hold of what’s real about you, no matter how many cameras and lights they put in your face. Your heart is kind; that’s why I love you.”
Tears formed in his eyes, and they threatened to fall. “I don’t deserve any of this, Y/N. I’m not worth it. I’m not who they think I am.”
I pulled my hand from his hair and let it rest on his cheek. “It doesn’t matter who they think you are. It matters what you know, and you’ll figure it out.”
A single tear slipped down Jared’s cheek, and he nodded silently. Then he wrapped his arms around me and held on. “I love you, Jared.” I rubbed my hand up and down his back. “You don’t have to be anything for anybody. Just you.”
After a few minutes, he pulled back and began to try to compose himself. “Jared, you don’t have to put on a face for me. I want you just the way you are.”
I fed him, using the ingredients in the fridge to make a sandwich. When Jared got like this, he tended to stop eating. It wasn’t time just yet to talk about finding him a therapist, but we would have that conversation before I left Vancouver. Right now, the focus was to take care of him by keeping him hydrated, nourished, and feeling safe, feeling loved. With this last in mind, I asked him. “Do you want to lie down with me?”
He bit his lip, and it would have been cute if my heart didn’t hurt for him. “Yeah. I’d like that.” I led him to the bed at the back of the trailer. Jared unbuttoned his top shirt and took it off, followed by toeing off his shoes. He took off everything else, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxer briefs. I made my way to the little closet in the corner and found one of his shirts I could wear, then went back to the bed where I found Jared under the covers.
I climbed in next to him, and he pulled me close. There was no sex; this was more basic, more intimate. Jared eased his hand beneath his shirt where he could feel the warmth of my skin. We stayed wrapped in each other like that, and I gave him the comfort he needed until he fell asleep. I would make sure he got the rest he needed too, and when he woke up; I would still be there to love and support him.
Jared was a goddamn master when it came to sex and making you feel good. His fingers entered both your holes, his other hand pushing your leg towards the bed, the length of his finger making it all the more better, all the more pleasurable.
When Jared had finished with his fingers, he moved rapidly, pulling you onto his lap so you could grind down on his cock.
As he did before, he knew exactly when you were close to exploding so he moved at lightning speed, so that you were under his huge frame.
His cock head vigorously moved against your clit in tight, quick circles before he pushed home inside of you, your inner walls clenching around him.
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Summary: When your boyfriend told you he and some of his friends would be participating in a local Tough Mudder race, you thought it sounded like the perfect opportunity to get back into athletics. Now that you’re doing it, you’re not so sure it was a smart decision.
Warning: None. Reader being a stubborn ass maybe
Word Count: 3300
Author’s Note: This is a story that has been floating around in my head for quite some time. I just never got around to writing it. I hope y’all like it.
Thank you to @purgatoan for betaing this fic.
Images not mine
Ten minutes into the drive and you were seriously wishing you’d gone ahead and driven yourself instead of piling into the van with the guys. You’d forgotten just how loud and rowdy they could be when left to their own devices
“So Y/N,” Rich asked as he turned one of the cameras they had purchased for the event towards you, “what made you decide to join us in our little misadventure today?”
You turned in your seat and looked at him.
“I’m here to prove that the girls can be just as badass as the guys,” you said with a wink, causing everyone to laugh.
“You tell ‘em babe!” Jared piped in from the driver’s seat.
You glanced up at the rear view mirror just in time to see him give you a quick smile before turning his attention back to the road. The small gesture made your heart soar and your stomach do flips the same way it did when you’d first met. Even after two years together, Jared still had the power to make you weak in the knees with just one look.
You went back to looking out the window while the guys hemmed and hawed for the cameras, all the time rolling your eyes and shaking your head at how silly they could be.
A gentle hum of anticipation ran through you as you waited at the start line with the others. You’d stretched and warmed up as best you could for something like this. Now all you could do was wait. You bounced lightly on the balls of your feet to try and let out some of the nervous energy bubbling up inside of you. It had been a long time since you’d been able to do anything like this. Blowing out your knee during a sporting event shortly after meeting Jared had sidelined you for a long time. Between the pain of the surgeries it took to repair your knee and the frustration of rehab that went on for what felt like forever, you’d never really thought you’d be able to do something like this again, but there you were. Ready to take on a challenge that most people would never dream of.
A pair of large hands landing on your shoulders stopped your movement.
“You ready?” Jared asked.
Turning around, you smiled up at him. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
He smiled down at you before leaning forward and placing a quick kiss to your lips.
“For luck,” he told you.
“Alright you lovebirds,” Osric said as he came trotting towards you. “That’s enough of that. We’ve go an obstacle course to own.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the clear enthusiasm in his voice. You threw another quick glance up at Jared. He just smiled at you before moving into position to start the race, you and the rest of the guys following close behind.
The first few obstacles weren't too bad. You were all managing to jog from one obstacle to the next. The pain didn’t really start to kick in until about mile 3 when you had your first climbing obstacle. The tiny gaps between the planks of wood that formed the obstacle were spaced just far enough apart that you could barely get your leg up to it. This forced you to put all of your weight on your bad knee each time you had to pull yourself up. The only saving grace you had was that it was only at about a 70 degree angle. If it had been straight up and down, you weren’t sure you would have been able to climb it. Your knee was aching by the time you got to the top. Jared reached up from the ground on the opposite side and took hold of your waist to help you to the ground.
“Thanks,” you panted, trying not to think about what your knee was going to feel like by the time you finished the race.
Everyone seemed to slow down a bit by the time you reached mile 6. They were all walking from obstacle to obstacle instead of running now, a fact that you were immensely grateful for. The crawl under the barbed wire had made your knee feel like it was going to explode. You were smaller than the rest of your group, so that had given you a little more room to work with, but it still didn’t make it hurt any less.
Richard’s insistence on documenting everything and talking to people while you embarked on your 12 mile trek through Hell was not doing anyone any favors. Everyone’s muscles were aching. They were tired, and nobody wanted a camera in their face when they felt that way.
Jared was the only one that still seemed to be in some semblance of a good mood. He made a joke about how hard it was to slow himself down for everyone, and you found yourself wishing you were closer to him so you could smack him upside the head. He chose that moment to look back over his shoulder in search of you. He saw you lingering at the back of the pack, and a look of concern washed over his face.
“You doing okay back there babe?” he called.
You threw a fake smile up at him. “Just peachy.”
The sarcastic tone in your voice made everyone laugh, breaking the tension that had started to build between them all. They carried on in silence for a moment until the next obstacle came into view. It was everything you could do not to groan in frustration.
The wall had to be at least 10 feet high, and unlike the one you’d conquered earlier, this one was straight up and down with no spaces between the boards for you to use as ledges to help yourself climb. Your best bet was going to be running at the wall, planting your foot, and using your momentum to help propel yourself upward in homes of catching the ledge or having someone else grab you.
Everyone quickly decided the latter would be the best technique to get everyone over the wall. Jared went first. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way he barely had to hop to reach the ledge before doing what looked like an effortless pull up to get himself over the wall as easily as if he were hopping a fence. Jensen went next, scampering up the wall like the squirrel he was often teased for being. They took their seats at the top the wall and helped the others get up and over quickly. The it was your turn. You were the only one left and dreading every second of it.
“Come on shortstuff,” Jensen called once he’d helped Osric to the ground. “It’s your turn.”
Moving into position, you tried to will away the throbbing ache in your knee.
“Come on babe. You got this,” Jared shouted in encouragement, smiling at you from his position atop the wall.
You did your best to return the smile before taking another step back and starting your run. Just before you hit the wall, you planted your stride foot on the wall and tried to propel yourself upward. Your hand slapped against the wall as you went sliding down to the ground with a growl.
“It’s alright,” Jared said. “Try again. You can do it.”
You looked up at him in annoyance. Sure, it was easy for him to say. He could just reached up and grabbed the top of the wall while you needed a step ladder just to get things off of the top shelf in the pantry at home.
Sighing, you walked back to your starting position and readied yourself to try again. Both boys leaned down a bit farther, their bellies practically resting against the top of the wall, arms outstretched and waiting for you.
“You got this, Y/N!” Jensen yelled.
Drawn by the boy’s calls, the rest of the gang walked back around the wall to watch you try again. They clapped and cheered encouragements. Your eyes locked with Jared’s for a moment, and he smiled before reaching his hand out towards you in a “come on” gesture.
You took a deep breath and sprinted towards the wall. The instant your foot hit the wall, your knee exploded in pain. A nearly animalistic cry left your lips as you jumped for Jensen and Jared’s outstretched hands. They caught you and started pulling you up. Everyone clapped as you swung your legs over the top. You tried not to cry out again when your knee bumped the edge of the wall and succeeded in only letting out a small whimper.
Jared hopped off of the wall and turned back to help you down. You caught him eyeing your knee warily and wondered if he had heard your moan and caught on to the fact that your cry of effort had actually been one of pain. You were extra careful to make sure you showed no signs of discomfort when he sat you on your feet. The last thing you needed was for him to make you sit out the rest of the course, or worse, take himself out of the race to sit it out with you.
“You okay?” he asked, concern clear in his voice.
You nodded. “I’m good.”
He seemed skeptical. “You’d tell me if something was wrong right?”
“Of course.”
The lie left a bitter taste in your mouth. You hated lying to Jared, but you didn’t really see another option at the moment.
He placed a kiss on your sweaty, mud-caked forehead before joining the others and continuing the course. All you wanted to do was lean against the wall for a minute until your knee stopped aching, but the instant Rob looked back and called your name, you knew your rest period was over.
Making it through the rest of the course was proving to be even more hellacious than you thought. Each step you took was sending a small jolt of pain through your body. In order to hide your limp, you’d started slowing down. The guys kept walking at their normal pace so that they were slowly leaving you behind without knowing it. Everyone was to absorbed in the aches and pains of their own tired muscles to really notice what was happening to anyone else. Most of the chit chat had died down. Even Richard was relatively silent. That was of course until they started approaching the next obstacle and realized they had to wait for you.
“Got a little too much junk in the trunk back there, Y/N,” he teased.
You knew he didn’t really mean anything by it. He always said things like that. His playful ribbing usually made you smile, but with the amount of pain you were in, the last thing you wanted to do was deal with his smart mouth. You did nothing to hide your annoyance at him when you looked up and barked at him to “shut the hell up.”
The others all made little “oh” sounds at your sudden outburst until Jared stepped in and pushed them out of the way to clear a path for you to get to the obstacle. Another crawl. Joy.
“Come on guys,” he said. “Back off.”
“We’re just joking, Jared,” Osric defended.
“Yeah well, she doesn’t think it’s funny. So back off.”
The younger man shrank back a bit at the venom in Jared’s tone. They all knew how protective he could be when it came to you, and none of them wanted to test the breadth of his limits. So they all stood back and let you and Jared go through the obstacle first before quickly following behind.
Emerging on the other side, you stood in the grass to wait for the others, careful to keep your weight off of your knee while you did so.
“How are you holding up?” Jared asked before high fiving Jason as he came out of the pit.
“I’m okay,” you said. “This course freaking sucks.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Only two more obstacles to go though.”
You nodded. That was true. Just two more obstacles and about 4 miles of terrain until you could collapse onto the ground and not move for a week.
The group reassembled and started to make their final journey towards the end of the course. It was nearly impossible for you to hide your limp now, so you made sure to stay at the back. They couldn’t see you limping if you were behind them all. It would be fine. Then Richard opened his mouth.
“We need to slow down for you back there sweetheart? We still going too fast?”
You stopped moving and just stared at him. On a normal day, you would have picked up on the lightheartedness of his tone and shook it off, but not today. You were tired. You were covered in dirt, and it felt like a giant hammer was trying to dislodge your kneecap every time you took a step. In short, you were pissed the hell off.
Jared saw you ready to explode and quickly tried to defuse the situation, but it was too late. Your competitive streak had kicked in, and nobody was going to be able to talk you down.
“You going too fast for me?” you asked, carefully taking a step towards him. “Just try and keep up with me… sweetheart.”
Venom was practically dripping off of the final word. You didn’t even bother to look at anyone else before you took off down the trail, jogging at a brisk pace.
“What?” you heard Jensen call after you. “So we’re going to start running now?”
“Told you you needed to back off,” Jared said before picking up his own pace to go and join you.
His long legs allowed him to catch up to you quickly, and he smiled down at you as the two of you started breaking away from the pack. It wasn’t long before you arrived at the next to last obstacle. You looked up at the sky and gave a silent prayer of thanks to whoever was listening that it didn’t involve your legs.
Taking the first ring in hand, you carefully swung your body back and forth, transferring the rings from one peg to the next until you landed safely on the other side. You hopped a bit on your good leg to keep the weight off of your knee. Luckily for you, everyone else was either waiting to go or too busy focusing on what they were doing to notice your discomfort.
“Wow, Y/N,” Osric said when he landed beside you. “You’re a beast.”
Jared’s arms wrapped around you from behind.
“Yeah she is. Told you guys she’s tougher than she looks”
You could hear the prideful smile in his voice.
Soon everyone had completed the obstacle and reconvened on the other side. Determined to prove yourself further, you took off jogging again, but this time, nobody questioned you. They just kept their mouths shut and tried to keep up. They seemed to be doing a better job of it this time though. You thought they just didn’t want to get shown up by you until Jared spoke up.
“Y/N,” he said, his tone hard and serious, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you panted, keeping your eyes focused in front of you instead of looking at your boyfriend.
“How long?”
“What?”
“How long has your knee been hurting?”
You tried to play it off like he was crazy, but he made it all too clear that it wasn’t going to work. You looked down sheepishly before looking up at him. You could see the disappointment written all over his face. The fact that you were hurting and didn’t say anything to him was upsetting. You knew he would be upset. You just didn’t realize how badly he would be effected until you saw his jaw clench while he looked ahead to see the final obstacle appear around the bend with the finish line just beyond it.
The last run was downhill. You could easily start picking up speed and momentum to carry you through. It was only one more obstacle after all. What harm could it do? Sparing your shoulders, you pushed the pain aside and decided to go for it.
“See you on the other side,” you told Jared before doing your best to sprint ahead.
The final obstacle was jumping over a fire pit. The flames weren’t very tall, maybe a foot and a half at most, but it still made you feel like a total badass when you kicked your leg out to leap over them without breaking stride. Then your foot made contact with the ground, and you knee completely gave out underneath you. You did your best to turn it into a roll, playing it off as if you’d just lost your balance, but you didn’t fool anybody.
Jared was beside you in an instant, scooping you up in his arms.
“Jared, put me down,” you protested. “I need to finish.”
“No. You’re hurt.”
He looked like he was about ready to throw you over his shoulder and force you off of the course. Looking over your shoulder, you saw the finish line just a few yours off and decided to try and make a compromise.
“Just let me lean on you?”
He stayed there on the ground, kneeling beside you for a moment. He must have seen just how much making it the last few yards to the finish line meant to you, because he nodded before rising to his feet and taking your arms to help you stand. He put an arm around your waist and did his best to help you keep your weight off of your knee.
The height difference between the two of you made it awkward and slow going. You’d only gone a few feet before Jensen appeared on your other side and threw your other arm over his shoulders t takeo the rest of your weight from you. Your feet were still touching the ground, but the boys were practically carrying you by the time you crossed the finish line.
No sooner had you got across the line, Jared scooped you up in his arms and started carrying you towards one of the med tents they had on site.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, making his way through the crowd.
“If I had, would you have let me finish?”
He looked down to see you cocking your eyebrow at him. He shook his head.
“No.” He chuckled and shook his head as he looked down and away before looking back up to meet your eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked.
You shrugged. “Just love me”
Jared nodded. “I think I can do that.”
He leaned in and placed a tender kiss to your lips, a smile spreading across both of your faces at the wonder that either of you had done something to deserve the other.
