Honestly, I think Draco really matured and Astoria is a big part of that.
I choose to believe that Draco went low contact with his parents after Scorpius was born.
It sounds like Harry had tbe opposite effect of Draco and got worse. I mean, “sometimes I wish you weren’t my son” is a terrible thing for a parent to say.
Yes, I know people don’t want to believe CC is canon but it is.
Also, sometimes good people can turn into terrible people.
When Supernatural premiered on September 13, 2005, the CW network didn't exist yet. The touchscreen phones didn't exist yet. Tumblr didn't exist yet. Archive of Our Own didn't exist yet.
Supernatural is like sharks, it was around before most things, it is still around, too smooth to be bothered by anything. It will also bite your limbs off.
A/N: This was a commissioned story. I hope you love it!
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Lightbulbs flashed over and over and Y/N wondered how he never got a headache from photo shoots.
She stood off to the side, her tiny frame hidden in the shadows behind the crew. Despite being married to the man, visiting sets like this wasn’t something she did often, and she relished every moment.
It was always fascinating to see just how much effort went into something simple like a photograph, how many hands it took to get Jensen looking as perfect as he always did.
Not that he wasn’t always handsome, always deliciously attractive, but when he was working, it was something else. Every hair was perfectly in place, his beard was meticulously trimmed, his lashes were darker and his lips a little pinker. Even his eyes seemed different, more colorful under the bright lights.
But seeing him that day was something she’d never seen before.
Watching Jensen’s face darken, his demeanor shift from lovable actor man to… this… impossibly sexy yet infuriating anti-hero was doing things to Y/N that she hadn’t anticipated.
Jensen stood against the dark backdrop, his hands clasped at his waist, his chin dipped down. His muscles strained against the tight, dark green fabric of Soldier Boy’s costume.
The flash popped.
Jensen cleared his throat and scowled at the camera.
Y/N gasped, her body tingling with sudden arousal.
Another flash.
He leaned back and flipped the bird.
Her mouth watered.
The camera clicked.
Jensen spread his legs.
Y/N stared at the large bulge in his tights and shivered.
The photographer moved around, repositioning the camera and Jensen looked toward Y/N. He picked her easily out of the shadows and cocked a brow. He could see how much she was enjoying the show, how much her face had flushed and her pretty eyes narrowed, glassy yet focused on him.
He winked and she quickly shied away, caught and embarrassed. Jensen swallowed a grin and got back to work, instantly becoming the villain once more.
He let the character take over, but tucked an idea in the back of his mind for later.
She liked Soldier Boy.
She… really liked Soldier Boy.
The back door creaked open and a tall, dark figure stepped through. A gloved hand closed the door carefully, and heavy boots stepped onto the tiled floor.
The kitchen was dim; the only light coming from the glow of the oven. The large room was warm and the air smelled sweet like vanilla and melted chocolate. A long bank of cabinets and counters was cluttered with bowls and spoons; flour sprinkled the top. Music flowed gently in from another room, but otherwise, the place was quiet.
He moved quickly and quietly like a snake slithering across wet grass. The shadows hid him well.
A small timer shaped like a chicken clicked to zero and a bell rang loud and free.
Tiny footsteps approached and Y/N appeared in the doorway. She flipped on the lights and grabbed an oven mitt from the drawer beside the oven.
The door opened and warm, delicious heat wafted through the room.
“Now those look good,” she said to herself, smiling at the perfect chocolate chip cookies lined up on the tray.
He stepped out of the shadows as she closed the oven door.
“So do you.”
His deep voice burst through the kitchen and struck her ears like a gunshot. She spun around with a gasp, startled and unprepared for what awaited her.
Clad head to toe in forest green and polished brass was Soldier Boy. His jaw was clenched tight and a wild look filled his eyes.
Y/N relaxed. “Jesus, Jen- you nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing?”
A smirk played upon his plump lips. “Don’t act like you’re not happy to see me, Sweet Cheeks. I saw you starin’ at me the other day.”
Something was strange; his slight Texan accent was off- gone, really.
She glared up at him. “Sweet Cheeks?”
He ran his eyes down her body, stripping her with his gaze. “What can I say? I like your rump. Saw it when you bent over just now. Nice and… round.” He motioned with his hands, cupping them in the air. “Wanna take a big bite.”
He snapped his teeth shut quickly and Y/N jumped. He wasn’t usually so… forward.
He took a step closer and she felt the heat flood her system. She countered, taking a step back until she was flush against the counter.
“What are you doing?” she laughed, awkwardly aroused.
“Just watching you. Enjoying you.” He licked his lips. “Ya know, I love seeing a woman where she belongs. Barefoot in the kitchen.” He paused and eyed her middle. “Too bad you’re not pregnant. Then we’d really be cookin’.”
Her pussy fluttered. She squeezed her thighs tight.
“Jensen- I-”
He lunged for her and caught her cheek in his big hand. Bare fingertips swept backward through her soft hair and tugged. Her chin lifted and he bent himself over her; a predator adoring his prey.
“Jen-”
“Name’s Ben,” he corrected roughly. His fingers tightened in her hair and she let out a breathless cry. “Learn it,” he whispered. “You’ll be screaming it soon.”
Her jaw trembled, her insides melted, her voice trickled out in a pathetic whimper.
“I… um…”
With a blink, Jensen was back and his hand fell from her hair. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I should have called first or something. Are you OK?”
Y/N relaxed, her body slumping back against the counter. “Fuck, you are… wow.”
“Baby-” He reached for her, tentative fingers hovering over her cheeks.
She smiled up at him. “I’m fine. You just caught me way… way off guard.”
Guilt painted his face and he turned away, ashamed. “We didn’t discuss it, I know. I just- I saw the way you were staring at me during the shoot and I thought I’d be… I don’t know… I stole the suit for the night.”
Y/N caught his hand, tiny fingers barely able to wrap around each of his.
“Jensen- It’s OK. I… I kinda love it.” She chewed her lip and shrugged when he looked back over his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I mean…” Her hand slid up the spandex covering his big bicep and squeezed. “It’s really hot.”
He raised a brow.
“You,” she corrected, letting her arm travel even higher, “are really hot.”
In an instant, Jensen was gone again, replaced by the cocky, misogynistic, sexy asshole that had broken in through the back door.
He flipped his wrist and caught her arm, pushing her back against the counter again.
“You think so?” He smirked and dragged a hand down her body, slowly surfing each curve like a tidal wave. “Kinda hot yourself.” He stopped and pinched her right nipple through her shirt. “Real hot.”
Y/N moaned desperately as he twisted her nipple.
“And a slut, too, huh? Fuckin’ perfect.”
She arched her back a bit, shoving her tits out for him.
Ben took full advantage and cupped her breasts in his massive hands. He squeezed them hard and tugged at her nipples until she let out a little pained cry.
“What’s the matter, slut?” he asked, towering over her, totally in control. “Little bitches like you need a little pain. It’s good for you. Keeps you obedient and wet.”
Again, she clenched her tights together, but it wasn’t enough to stop the wetness from dripping into her pretty pink panties.
“Obedient?” she questioned in a whisper.
Ben sneered, perfectly white teeth gleaming. His upper lip quivered. “Obedient,” he repeated. “Respectful.” He fisted her hair and yanked until she was almost off of her feet. “Submissive. Like all women should be.”
He let her go and she stumbled across the tiled floor, half playfully, half truly retreating. He was scaring her a bit, but she liked it. Somewhere deep inside, she needed it; wanted him to rip her open.
“You’re crazy,” she said, grabbing the far countertop to steady herself. Her fingers slid through flour and a light dusting floated to the floor like fresh snow.
Boots fell loudly behind her.
“I’m crazy?” he mocked, stalking across the room. “And you’re a mouthy little slut who needs to learn her place.”
Again, a giant hand reached for her, this time wrapping around her throat. He pulled hard and Y/N fell back against his chest, her throat locked against his palm. He was solid and warm and she nearly bounced off of him.
She grabbed his arm, tried to pry him loose.
He squeezed and bent his lips to her ear.
“You think you can get me all worked up and then run off?” He tisked and her knees buckled. “You can’t do that. Can’t give a man blue balls.” His fingers dug in a little deeper. “It’s bad for the reproductive system.”
His free hand tore at her shirt, ripping the thin cotton away.
Y/N’s eyes went wide as she gasped for air.
Ben pawed at her tits, roughly massaging until she could feel his dick press into the small of her back.
“That’s better,” he laughed, rolling his hips against her. Dropping from her chest, he slid his fingers down to her waist, plucked open the button on her jeans.
Anticipation and deprivation swirled in her head and her eyes fluttered, pupils rolled back. She clawed at his suit-covered arm.
He squeezed tighter, wrapped himself fully around her, pressed his hand between her thighs.
She tried to moan, but there was no air to push out, no way to make a sound.
He thumbed her clit, pushed two long fingers into her dripping cunt.
“Damn…” He sucked his teeth, whistled in approval. “Fuckin’ wet as Niagra.”
Y/N shuddered. Pleasure and searing pain raced through her body and the edges of her vision went white.
Ben scooped up her juices and rubbed her clit hard and fast, pushing her without ceremony right to the edge.
The kitchen was blurring, floor and ceiling switching places in her head. She felt her legs give out and she hung in the air against him, held up by his hands and the grip she had on his arm.
“Go ahead and cum, sweet cheeks. Want you nice and ripe for me.”
Y/N’s body went stiff as the orgasm struck and her grip slipped from his arm. Her body went slack and at the very last second, Ben released her from his grasp and oxygen rushed back into her lungs.
Her head was spinning, her limbs tingling. The pleasure intensified as the air flooded through her and woke every cell, every numb muscle. She gasped and thrashed against him, safe but shaking in his arms.
“Such a fucking slut,” he growled, pulling his fingers from her panties. “Getting off with me damned near killing you.”
Y/N floated, lightheaded and drunk on the pleasure.
Ben lifted his fingers to her lips and pressed them inside. “Suck.”
She licked at the tips and moaned at the taste of herself.
“I said, suck.”
He pushed his fingers in deeper and Y/N had no choice but to suck. She swallowed hard as he fucked into her mouth, nearly choking her again.
Her head fell back against his chest, her eyes rolled deep.
“That’s it. Stupid little slut does what she’s told.” Slowly, he retracted his fingers and a line of saliva fell down her chin. “You’re an obedient slut, aren’t you?”
Y/N could do little more than moan and nod her head, so she did.
Her answer wasn’t good enough and Ben roughly flipped her in his arms and grabbed her face, squeezing her mouth between his index finger and thumb.
“I asked you a question,” he sneered.
Her eyes went wide and arousal trickled down her thigh. Her panties were soaked; her legs were weak.
“Answer me.”
Y/N took a breath and nodded again, this time eeking out a soft “yes”.
Again, he wasn’t happy, and Ben yanked her face upward and glared down into her eyes. “Try. Again.”
A hint of a smile prickled her lips as he released her. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Ben grinned. “Better.”
She swayed on the spot when he backed away, shrieked with awe as he shoved his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up onto the flour-covered counter. He shoved her down onto her back and yanked at her jeans, tugging every bit of fabric away.
The marble was old, but his hands were warm, sliding up from her ankles to hips and spreading her wide. Ben knelt down and kissed her pussy, gently at first before diving in like a hungry beast.
Y/N screamed behind tight lips as he sucked hard on her clit. His beard scratched her thighs and swollen lips, his blunt nails scraped across her belly. Once his fingers were back inside, she felt the flood return. She knew she’d be cumming again soon, and she reached a hand down to tug on his long hair. Jensen always loved it when she played with his hair like that.
Ben slapped her hand away. Hard.
She gasped and meant to say something but his tongue fluttered so warm and fast against her clit that she couldn’t remember what words were.
She groaned and rocked her hips into his face.
He sucked harder; jabbed three fingers in deep.
She broke, thrashing on the marble and squeezing her thighs around his head.
“Fuck, this pussy is delicious. I could make a lot of money selling you off.”
His voice made her shudder and the orgasm struck every inch of her, from the tips of her ears to the back of her heels.
“Please…”
Once more, she reached down for him, but Ben reprimanded her. He shoved her hand away and rubbed his nose over her clit. She was aching and raw, her muscles still pulsing on his fingers.
“No more, please… fuck!”
Ben sat back, his face gleaming with her wetness. “You’ll get what I give you and you’ll thank me for it.” He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. “Won’t you?”
She shook her head, begging. His touch was almost too much, but his thrusting hand would not slow.
“Jensen, please-”
He was on his feet in an instant, leaning over her, crushing her into the countertop. He stared down and cocked his head, examining her, daring her.
“What’d you call me?”
She trembled beneath him. “Baby-”
A heavy palm came crashing against her left cheek and Y/N gasped.
“What did I tell you to call me?” he growled, grinding his covered erection against her spread pussy. “What did I tell you you’d be screaming later?”
Her mouth hung open and she blinked up at him, consumed with the feeling of the thick fabric rubbing against her sex.
Another crack against her cheek.
“Well?”
“Ben!” she gasped out. “Ben! Soldier Boy! Ben!”
He smirked. “Good.”
His lips came down swiftly and he licked into her mouth, sucking hard at the air that was left inside her lungs. She turned to jelly, barely able to move to meet his dry thrusts.
Just for fun, he hit her again, this time leaving his hand against her face. She felt the outline of him burn into her skin and he laughed to himself when he pulled his palm away. Her cheek was bright pink, the ghost of each finger clearly defined.
Almost tenderly, he caressed the spot, dragging his thumb across the top. “I love the way my hand looks on your face…”
Y/N was panting, shaking with arousal or pain or renewed orgasmic power, she couldn’t tell which. Whatever it was, it was driving her insane. She whined and reached down to grab his hips, pulling him closer.
“Please fuck me,” she begged in a quick whisper. “Please.”
Ben bared his teeth, tiny fangs peeking out from beneath perfectly ruddy and swollen lips. “You don’t get to decide that, you little bitch.”
Three hard thrusts between her thighs had her screaming and she slapped at his chest, tugged at the golden embroidery.
“Sorry! Sorry! Please! Fuck!”
He grabbed her hair.
“Who decides?” he asked, yanking hard.
“You do!”
His hand relaxed and Ben dipped his chin, looking down at her with a devilish stare.
“Lucky for you, I don’t wanna wait any more.”
He was gone for only a quick moment, stepping back to fumble with the costume and shimmy the leggings down.
“This fucking… thing…”
The fabric clung to his thick thighs and he stumbled forward, fighting with the pants and his dick which was making things very difficult.
Jensen looked up and gave her a little shrug. “Be right with you,” he laughed.
Y/N popped up on her elbows, watching him struggle. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Take your time.”
He managed to get the tights down to his calves before she attacked, unable to wait any longer. She hopped down from the countertop and lunged at him.
The hard tile floor came up to greet them both, but neither seemed to care. Y/N mounted him, fitting her tiny legs around his trim waist and wiggling down onto his cock.
Jensen moaned and bit his lip hard as her ass bounced on the top of his thighs, her cunt swallowing him whole.
“Fuck, baby- oh, fuck…”
She smiled down at him, grabbed his hands and placed them on her tits. “Don’t go soft on me now, Ackles. Where’s that bad boy?”
He took a breath and the cockiness took over, shifting his features like a mask had been fitted into place.
“No fucking way I’m going soft, bitch.”
Ben twisted her right nipple and she bounced faster. He slapped her left breast and she rolled her hips. He grabbed her throat and she shook, entire body trembling as the pleasure crested once again.
“Fuck, Ben- Put a baby in me. Fuck!”
He sucked his teeth and squeezed her neck. “Oh, yeah? You want that? Want me to flood this little cunt with my cum? Knock ya up good?”
She nodded quickly, her jaw slack, her eyes wide.
“Yes!”
Holding her in place, he bucked his hips hard.
“Gonna drown you. Filthy sluts need to be bred-”
There was more he wanted to say, so many more disgusting insults raced through his head, but there wasn’t enough blood there to support them. He dropped his hand to her hips and held on as he came, thrusting slowly up into her dripping pussy.
Y/N trembled; her tight cunt milking him dry.
“Fuck!”
Jensen’s eyes rolled back and his back arched up off of the floor. “Jesus Christ!”
A sweet moment of blissful silence passed over them and their breathing steadied.
“You OK?” he asked, blinking up at his beautiful bride.
Y/N nodded. “Amazing. Damnit, you’re good at that. Too good.”
Jensen blushed and licked his lip. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
With a satisfied sigh, she fell down over him and into a deep kiss.
The suit was ruined, the kitchen was covered in flour, but they were happy and riding the afterglow.
Y/N snuggled into him, nuzzled her face in the crook of his sweaty neck. “Hey, babe?”
He wrapped his arm around her. “Hmm?”
“Can you keep the suit?”
Jensen laughed and kissed her forehead. “I’ll give Eric a call and see what I can do.”
Summary: It’s your first acting role. So, of course you make mistakes. Of course, you’re stressed and freeze when it’s time to do the sexy scene. It’s not your fault if biting your fingers and playing with your hair are your methods of stress relief. No matter what you do, the director always seem upset with you. You have no idea why until he asks you to meet on set way after shooting for a… private lesson.
Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 7131
Warning: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, grinding, sexual tension, unprofessional relationship, naive!reader, dom!Jensen, director!Jensen, semi public sex
Squares: Jensen Ackles for @anyfandomkinkbingo / Shyness/innocence for @j3bingo / New Job for @anyfandomfluffbingo / Grinding for @spnkinkevents
A/n: Hello hello! So this fic is born from the pic below (the one on the left) and a conversation I had with @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior! Thank you for sharing ideas with me and for being the beta to this fic!! Header made by me with pics from instagram and from the EW!
Don’t forget to leave a feedback! It’s what makes writer want to keep writing!
I like dogs, I like character design and I like Doctor Who.
This was inevitable.
Also gonna add a list of the dog breeds because yes, I enjoyed at least an hour researching dog breeds for this and some of them deserve more love:
Seventh: Basset Hound
Fourth: Irish Water Spaniel
Thirteenth: Golden Retriever
Sixth: Poodle
Second: Scottish Terrier
Twelfth: Scottish Deerhound
First: Shih-Tzu
Tenth and Fourteenth: Jack Russel (also, has anyone noticed that they literally swapped the colours on their clothes around?)
Fifteenth: Africanis
Edit: This has a second part!
You can have a look at the others here.
