#JAMMING OUT

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Thinking about scarian with a corruption kink. Watchers should be benevolent mysterious forces that toy with players and here Grian is getting his back blown out by scar, whimpering and whining and crying. There’s no way he can go back to being a watcher again after that, and of course he keeps going back to scar with how good he fucks him

[pawzn]

TBH AUTISM CREATURE DANCING GIF!! ^w^

I got bored n made dis gif! Hope ya like! X3

u don’t have 2 credit me if ya use in chats XP or at all but it wud b appreciated ^^

[beyoutiful-life]

How cute is this!! ~ Tide Pool Jam Session friends ✨🎵

[rosetyler42]

I actually credit my brother for these. He wanted to watch the Muppet Show and ome of the songs was "Does Your Chewing Gum lose it's Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight" which seemed perfect for McGucket. I did the Fiddauthor one first and came up with the band one later. (Forgot to give McGucket glasses in the 2md one. XD)

First time drawing Soos and Wendy though! I like how they came out!

@lovelylivelyv @heartsong1994 @deathfangirl9 @thesecreatoroftrans @nerdalmighty @howling-nightmare @cipher-club @crazybookenthusiast @dolls-self-ships @tazmiilly @dorykinny @swishywhispersqueen @stanpinesirl

[wi1d-c0y0tee]

I don’t have a lot of content with my mask so here’s me jamming out to Mccafferty lol

Ignore the clinking from my dog tag

[jammed-out]

Hypnovember Day 16 - Dream

(CW: first person, dream state trance, uncontrolled actions, public sex, unassuming subject)

You were asleep, it had to have been a dream of course, because you would never actually do any of what you dreamt, no matter how good it felt.

You went to bed, climbing under the covers and going to sleep like any other night. You dozed off, your head rested on the pillow, your body, tucked away soundly. Slowly fading off into sleep.

But then you felt your eyes open, staring blankly into your room, darkness surrounding you. Slowly you removed yourself from the bed, making your way into the bathroom. You fixed your hair and put on makeup. Then you dug under your bed for a box, a plain brown box that you had never seen before. Opening it up you pulled out a long black trenchcoat and slipped it on. Beneath it was a single paper, the words on it blurry and unfocused which made sense in the dream. But you knew deep down what they said even if you couldn't remember.

You stood up and tightened the trenchocat around your naked body before stepping outside of your apartment. The only thing keeping anyone from knowing what you were up to was the thin layer of black fabric wrapped tightly around you. As you left your apartment you noticed the large black car parked out front. Without hesitation you walked up to it, opening the door. You climbed inside closing it behind you. You sat there, motionless, frozen, waiting, staring straight ahead as the car began to move. The driver did not acknowledge you in any way, just driving forward into the night.

The city lights blurred around you as the car moved forward. You had no sense of time or place as it traveled, lost within the dream. Slowly it pulled to a stop in front of a nondescript brick building. There was a line out front, people waiting, their faces hidden from view. As the car stopped alongside three others just like it, you slowly opened the door, stepping out into the night air.

You walked over to the building, slipping past the line of people with ease, stepping past the doorman who let you pass with ease. Inside the music pulsed loudly, thrumming through the air. You pushed through the crowd of people dancing, making your way to the back. A rich purple curtain invited you closer, drawing you in. As you made your way through it the vibe changed. The hallway stretched on, sounds and smells of sex filled the air. You slipped deeper down the hallway, through another curtain into your room. You didn't know how it was yours, but you knew it belonged to you.

The room was bare except for a singular bed in the middle of the room. The rich purple sheets beckoned you to them. You removed your coat, hanging it on the wall and climbed onto the bed. The sheets were soft, silky to the touch. You curled up within them, your body safe and serene. You slid a hand over your naked body, toying with yourself in anticipation. It only took moments for you to realize you weren't alone any longer. The bodies in the doorway blocked the outside. You could feel them eye you hungrily, eager to use you, to taste you, to touch you.

You didn't hesitate, inviting the first one in with a crook of your finger. You spread your legs, pulling them back over your head, something you could never do when you were awake. They wasted no time in burying their head between your legs. You savored the feeling of their tongue buried inside of you. They wasted no time in pulling down their pants. You could hear them hit the floor and their body shift. It didn't take long for them to slide inside of you. You could see the others waiting in the doorway touching themselves. Hands grabbing crotches, chests, eachother, anticipating their moment to get a hold of your body.

They thrusted inside of you, quickly, wildly, with an animalistic hunger. You let them use you, be satisfied with you. Slowly the others got tired of waiting and began to make their way in. A throbbing cock was presented to your mouth. You eagerly began to suck it as hands grabbed your legs, pulling them further back behind you. You could feel cum begin to flood into your body, you moaned in satisfaction as quickly one cock replaced another. Lips latched onto your arms and neck, tasting the sweat that was building. You gripped their heads, holding them tightly against you, making sure to satisfy each person however they wanted.

One by one they came for hours. Your body shook, trembling, covered in sweat, in lipstick, in cum. It leaked out of your holes soaking the bed. You tangled inside of the wet sheets, riding the waves of pleasure that you could only experience at the end of the night. All the others had left, satisfied in ways that only you could. Your legs shook in delight as you bit into the skin of your hand, stifling your whimpers of pleasure.

Slowly, after you were satisfied, you picked yourself up, moving to the bathroom on the far side of the room, cleaning yourself thoroughly. You washed the lipstick marks from your body, the cum from your hair until all that remained was the memory of what had happened. Slowly you grabbed your coat, redressing yourself. You made your way through the empty dancefloor, past the empty doorway and out to the car where it had remained since you arrived.

There were others like you, each one clad in black coats, each one satisfied in their service. Each one climbed into a car silently, disappearing. You returned home, placing the coat back into the box carefully, neatly folded, sliding it back under the bed. You climbed into the bed, falling back into a deep sleep.

You woke in the morning to the pleasurable memory of the dream that you had every night. If you had paid attention, you might have noticed the bite mark shaped bruise on your hand, the cum stain on your sheets. But you didn't pay much attention to anything involving your dreams.

[cb-sodapop]

MILK CAN!! ⭐️

[writingoncloudydays]

The road trip

Summary: Dean and Castiel embark on a cross-country road trip, taking a break from hunting to explore the open road. A break by themselves is the buys need to relax.

Warnings: none, something short and sweet, fluffy road trips and bad singing.

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With the Impala's engine purring beneath them, Dean and Castiel set out on a journey that promised adventure, camaraderie, and the open road stretching before them like an invitation to freedom. The first rays of dawn began to break over the horizon as they drove, casting a soft, golden light across the landscape.

Dean glanced over at Castiel, who was gazing out the window with a serene expression. The sight of the angel bathed in the warm glow of the sunrise made Dean's heart swell with an unspoken emotion. He turned his attention back to the road, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Looks like it's gonna be a beautiful day," Dean said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Castiel nodded, his eyes still on the horizon. "Yes, it is. The beginning of something new."

They drove in silence for a while longer, the Impala's steady hum the only sound. The sky shifted from deep blue to brilliant shades of orange and pink, the sun climbing higher with each passing minute. Eventually, Dean pulled the car over to a scenic overlook, the perfect spot to watch the sunrise in all its glory.

"Thought we could use a little break," Dean said as he killed the engine.

Castiel nodded in agreement, and they stepped out of the car. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the promise of a new day. They leaned against the hood of the Impala, side by side, as they watched the sun rise over the rolling hills.

"It's beautiful," Castiel remarked, his voice soft and filled with awe.

Dean turned to look at him, the sunlight catching in Castiel's blue eyes and making them sparkle. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, though his gaze was fixed on Castiel rather than the horizon.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, soaking in the beauty of the moment. Dean felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time. The burdens of their past and the uncertainties of their future seemed to fade away, leaving only the present moment and the quiet companionship they shared.

Eventually, they climbed back into the Impala and continued their journey. Their decision to take a break from hunting was a welcome respite from the constant battles against the supernatural. As they drove through small towns and vast expanses of countryside, they found themselves drawn into the rhythm of life on the road.

Their first stop was a quaint diner on the outskirts of town, where they indulged in greasy burgers and thick milkshakes. Amidst the clatter of dishes and the chatter of patrons, they shared stories of their past adventures, swapping tales of triumph and tragedy with equal parts humour and nostalgia.

As they continued their journey, they encountered quirky roadside attractions that sparked their curiosity and ignited their imaginations. From the world's largest ball of twine to a museum dedicated to the paranormal, each detour brought them closer together as they marvelled at the world's wonders.

But it wasn't just the sights that brought them closer; it was the conversations they shared along the way. In the quiet moments between destinations, they delved into profound and mundane topics, discussing their hopes, fears, and dreams for the future. 

Dean opened up to Castiel in ways he never had before, sharing his insecurities and vulnerabilities with a rare honesty that surprised him. And Castiel, in turn, revealed glimpses of his humanity, showing a depth of emotion that belied his angelic nature.

One afternoon, as the sun began to set and painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Dean pulled the Impala over by a secluded lakeside. The air was warm, and the sounds of nature filled the silence. They spread a blanket on the car's hood and lay back, looking up at the emerging stars.

"Dean, I think you should take a break from driving," Castiel suggested with a small smile, his eyes reflecting the starlight.

Dean chuckled. "Cas, you know I love my baby too much to let anyone else drive her. Besides, what could be better than this?"

Castiel's gaze softened. "I suppose you're right."

Dean's hand reached for the radio as they settled into a comfortable silence, tuning it to a station playing classic rock. The familiar strains of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor filled the air, and Dean's face lit up with a mischievous grin.

"Oh no," Castiel said, recognizing the look in Dean's eyes.

Dean jumped out of the car and started singing along dramatically, using an invisible microphone. "Risin' up, back on the street! Did my time, took my chances!" His voice was strong and enthusiastic, if not exactly on key.

Castiel watched him for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips, before he, too, joined in. Though his singing was awkward and stiff, the joy in his eyes was unmistakable. Together, they belted out the lyrics, their voices mingling with the night air. They laughed at how ridiculous they must look, but it didn't matter. The moment was perfect.

As the song ended, they collapsed onto the blanket, laughing and breathless. Dean turned to Castiel, their faces close under the starry sky. "You know, Cas, we make a pretty good team," he said softly.

"Yes, Dean," Castiel replied, his voice equally soft. "I believe we do."

Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and their bond was stronger than ever. They lay there, side by side, the warmth of their bodies a silent reassurance of their unspoken feelings.

Eventually, the night grew calmer, and they retreated to the Impala's front seat. Dean turned the engine on, letting it idle as they reclined in their seats. The soft hum of the engine was a soothing background noise as they talked about everything and nothing.

As the hours passed, the conversation dwindled, and a peaceful quiet settled over them. Dean glanced at Castiel, who was staring out the window, lost in thought. He reached out and placed a hand on Castiel's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks for being here, Cas," Dean said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Castiel turned to him, his blue eyes warm and earnest. "Always, Dean."

They drove on through the night, the road ahead uncertain and filled with challenges. But as long as they had each other, they knew they could face whatever the future held with courage and conviction. Two souls bound by destiny and a love that transcended time and space, their hearts united in the endless expanse of the open road.

[humanfox030]

Ventured to the woods for practice today 🦊🎵

With me being heavily judgmental of the sound I am producing, though at that point I'd played for some over an hour, so I was too tired to put as much effort into it

[kawaii--af]

[alastor-simp]

YOOOOOOO! CHECK OUT THIS POISON COVER BY ANNAPANTSU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE NAILED IT OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Watching through the life series for the first time as you do and realizing Grian has like.

REALLY. Good lungs to be screaming that much. Imagine scar just carefully restricting that airflow, causing him some panic,,,

Or even on that note Grian fully making use of it to moan nice and loud and pretty for scar, who soaks up his pretty little noises <3

Grian makes the loudest and most helpless noises in bed and I cannot be convinced otherwise. Scar has to gag or choke him often just so he doesn’t wake up the whole server, but he doesn’t mind, he likes to see him drool and whine and almost suffocate while he nails his prostate. In the rare moments where it’s just them, and grian’s allowed to be as loud as he wants, scar makes sure to fucking him somewhere echoey and cavernous so he can hear his noises reverberate through the night.

[several-mice]

Nobody even talks about all the good dancing to music alone in your room can do

[sorcerermusic]

Average White Band - When Will You Be Mine (The Old Grey Whistle Test, 24/10/1978)

[vimvarial]

[jammed-out]

Intros

Heya I’m Jam.

I’m 29 years old and use he/they pronouns in day to day life. But on here and in kink I use he/they/it so feel free to message me with any of the above. I’m bi-gender, bi-sexual, and still kinda trying some things out as I figure myself out.

The basics:

29 Years Old

AMAB

Bi-Gender

Monogamous IRL

PST timezone

Loves ttrpgs, tcgs, and almost all things nerdy. Talk Nerdy to me Baby.

Dom heavy switch

My kinks include:

Hypnosis

Bimbofication

Tentacles

Transformation

Mantras

Conditioning

Breeding

Knotting

Furry Transformations

Gender Transformation

Body Modification

Pet Play

Things I am not into:

Ageplay

Gore

Diaperplay

Kidnapping or Abuse

Some CNC scenarios

Knifeplay

General Rules:

Respect is important. This goes for pronouns, pet names, consent, and identities. You can do and be into whatever you want for yourself, but do not diminish anyone else.

Don't be racist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, antisemitic on my shit. I will block you instantly.

You can try to hypnotize me, best of luck, but don't without talking politely first. Weird messages or actions get you blocked.

Feel free to DM me with anything from art, mantra, or story request to just general messages. Love talking to people.

If we end up being tight here you can ask for my discord.

Where to Find My Stuff:

You can find me on Twitter at: NSFWAppropriate

You can find my Read Only Mind stories at: JAMmedOut

On Tumblr you can find my writings at: My Writings

On Tumblr you can find my Hypnovember23 writings at: Hypnovember 2023

On Tumblr you can find my Hypnovember24 writings at: Hypnovemeber 2024

On Tumblr you can find my mantras at: Mantras

On Tumblr you can find my art at: My Art

On Tumblr you can find my transformation content at: Transformations

On Tumblr you can find the things that I really like at: Good Stuff

On Tumblr you can find my personal posting at: JAMming Out

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