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Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum COUNTDOWN (2025) | 1.03 – “Happy Birthday Final”

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#bleeding cool #wednesday #winchesterwednesday #fangasm

#update #theboys #season5

#cbsmedicaldrama

#jaredpadalecki #samwinchester

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Version of you

Summary: Dean makes breakfast, Y/N steals his flannel, and somewhere between Led Zeppelin and burnt toast, everything starts to feel like home.

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It started with Led Zeppelin, It always started with Led Zeppelin.

I heard it drifting through the stone halls of the Bunker long before I reached the kitchen. One of those older tracks that wound its way through guitar and smoke, soft around the edges like something half-remembered. I followed it without thinking, bare feet against the cool floor, sleeves shoved to my elbows, hair twisted up in a lazy knot I hadn’t bothered to check in the mirror.

Then came the smell. Garlic. Onion. Something buttery and rich. My stomach grumbled in response. We’d only been back from the non-hunt for a day, and already the air felt lighter. Less tense. Like whatever followed us hadn’t made it home this time.

I stepped into the kitchen and stopped.

Dean had his back to me, standing at the stove with a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other. He wore his usual jeans and a gray henley, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. There was flour on his shoulder like he’d reached for the top shelf and forgot to duck.

On the counter, a small speaker played softly. I recognized the song now. “That’s the Way.” Not his usual speed. There was something gentler in this one. A kind of melancholy warmth. It suited him in a way I wasn’t used to seeing laid out in the open.

I leaned against the doorframe and watched, letting it stretch out.

He didn’t notice me at first. He was humming along, quiet and aimless but sincere. The kind of sound someone only makes when they feel safe.

I couldn’t help the smile. “Since when do you cook before ten a.m.?”

Dean turned, still holding the spatula. “Since someone decided to reorganize the pantry and stashed the emergency Pop-Tarts behind the holy water.”

I raised a brow. “So this is revenge breakfast?”

“It’s survival breakfast.” He pointed the spatula at me. “And it’s mine.”

I stepped further in, the hem of my flannel brushing my thighs. One of his, though I’d pulled it on without thinking. The sleeves were rolled a few times so I could use my hands. It was warm and soft with age, and it smelled like cedar soap and miles of open road.

Dean noticed. His eyes dropped to the flannel, lingered a moment too long, then flicked back up. I smirked.

“This is what you get for abandoning grocery duty.”

“You steal a man’s shirt and talk trash in his kitchen?”

“I live here now.”

“You moved into the pantry.”

“It has excellent lighting.”

“You’re a menace.”

I stepped closer and reached for a slice of buttered toast. Dean swatted at my hand with the spatula, light but deliberate.

“Touch my toast and I revoke your coffee privileges for a week.”

“Harsh.”

“Fair.” I backed off like I was wounded and made a straight line for the coffee pot. The mug I grabbed had a chip on the rim and a faded cartoon moose in a cowboy hat. I poured two cups. One for me, and after a pause, one for Dean.

When I handed it over, our fingers brushed.

Dean took it and didn’t quite look at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”

I shrugged. “You didn’t have to make eggs. Or play this.” I gestured toward the speaker. “I thought this house ran on Metallica and Motörhead.”

He chuckled. “Every now and then I let the soft stuff in. Keeps me unpredictable.”

I leaned beside him, hip to counter. “I like it.”

He looked at me then. Really looked. The light caught my face just right, brushed over the edge of my cheek, down to the curve of my neck. His eyes softened in that split-second and something behind them settled. Not quite peace. But getting close.

I caught the look and tilted my head. “What?”

Dean smiled. “Just… you.”

“Me?”

“Here. Making coffee. Giving me crap about my music.”

I took a sip and smiled into the rim of my cup. “I like this version of you too.”

He stepped in closer. I felt the heat of the stove at my side and the heat of him on the other.

“This is domestic as hell,” I whispered.

He grinned. “If you tell anyone I made breakfast, I’ll deny it.”

I plucked a piece of bacon from the pan and took a bite right in front of him.

“Then you better kiss me fast so I can’t talk.”

He blinked, like the words had taken a second to register. Then he laughed softly, set the spatula down, and closed the space between us in two easy steps.

The kiss wasn’t rushed.

It wasn’t electric.

It was warm.

Like the coffee. Like the music. Like us, in that moment.

It tasted like salt and butter and everything we hadn’t said out loud in weeks. When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes, breathing slow.

“I’m gonna keep you,” he said.

My fingers curled into the front of his shirt. “Good. Because I’m already keeping your flannel.”

He laughed. Really laughed. It filled the kitchen like sunlight cutting through storm glass. The song changed to something brighter, and I grabbed the spatula and waved it at him.

“Move. You’re burning the toast.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“And you’re lucky I’m hungry.”

I danced across the tile floor, bad and barefoot and grinning, humming along with the beat like someone who had crawled out of the dark and found something real waiting.

Dean couldn’t stop smiling.

Not because the world was safe. But because I was safe in it.

Tag list : @hobby27 @roseblue373 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz @pizzagirlxnsfwx @king-of-milf-lovers @jollyhunter

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What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement? You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. 

Ellen and Jo Harvelle in No Exit (2x06): Best of SPN Ladies [445/?]

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When She Walked Away Master List

A/N: This was a request by an anon. It struck me almost instantly, and I had to start getting it out.

Summary: In a world where the line between human and supernatural is razor-thin, Y/N—a Touched of Bastet—was bound by an arranged marriage to Dean Winchester, a hunter who never saw her as anything but a monster. After saving his life and enduring years of rejection, she walked away—cutting ties with both their families and building a hidden sanctuary for outcasts like herself. Two years later, she's a respected leader, protector, and legend among those the world refuses to understand.

Now, as whispers of her growing power reach old allies and enemies alike, Dean—changed, remorseful, and haunted by memories—must face the woman he once cast aside. But forgiveness doesn’t come easy… and the past doesn’t stay buried.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

As always, each chapter will have warnings.

Overall Warnings: Angst, Longing, Pining (if you squint), Dean being Dean - jerk and sweet (eventually), cannon level violence, Doesn't follow the show timeline.

Chapter 1 - The Quiet Before Chapter 2 - Echoes At Dawn Chapter 3 - The Ones Who Stayed Chapter 4 - The One Left Behind More to come...

Touched Master List Main Master List

Permanent Tag List: @roseblue373 @flamencodiva @reignsboy19 @stillhere197 @foxyjwls007

@hobby27 @megs-gadom @cheekygirl2309 @mxtansy @ladysparkles78

@ambiguous-avery @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes @jackles010378 @suckitands33 @my-stories-vault

@maddie0101 @bettystonewell @whimsyfinny

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genpadalecki: Mallorca forever ❤️

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❤‍🔥😍 Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum 😍🔥

Countdown (2025) season 1

🍰 Tag list: @undisputedchick2 @jranutter @kazsrm67 🥧

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/DLPsnfKxjRb/?igsh=MXZzMWRidGswdzVzdA==

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9 Stories Featuring Bucky Barnes

A Date With Danger

Bucky x Reader Action Drabble 2023

Another War

~Sam and Bucky are continuously bickering… even in the bedroom.~ Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, F!Reader 1,732 Words Warnings: NSFW. Comedy and Smuts.  2023

Crazy On You

~ On a trip upstate, things get a little spicy when the rumble of Bucky’s engine gets you going…~ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader 2,158 Words Warnings: NSFW, Exhibitionism (Sex in a Public Place), Oral, Fingering, Sexy Stuff.  2024

Dark As The Ocean

Stucky x Reader (Bucky/Reader/Steve) 2,142 Words Warnings: NSFW, Threesome, Cream Pie, Cum Eating, Cum Kisses, Oral, Anal, Fluff, Bucky’s in charge! Steve’s shy, Y/N is just along for the ride.  2024

Embracable You 

Bucky Barnes x You 970 Words Pre-War, Young!Bucky, Fluff, Romance, Longing, and the magic of NYC in the fall... 2024

Hesitantly Rough

Bucky x Reader NSFW Drabble 2022

Old Timey Talk

Bucky x Reader Ask Drabble 2022

Touch Starved Affection

Bucky x Reader Ask Drabble 2022

Trying

~Just another night of mind-blowing sex with your superhuman lover…~ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader 790 Words NSFW. Breeding!Kink. Orgasm Delay. Fluffy Afterglow. 2025

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Abandoned carousel found in Japan. [source]

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Walker - 3.08 Cry Uncle

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Beach days

Sam x reader x Dean

This doesn't really have any plot. It's just you. And the boys. On a hot summer day at the beach. Wouldn't even count it as smut 😏

Word count: ~ 1K

Tags: 18+, poly, our boys x reader. Just one sentence of actual smut, the rest is very fluffy.

A/N: For my lovely moot @ambiguous-avery's Summer Snapshot Challenge! I swear I had this thing ready within 12 hours of them posting the announcement. That's how great the prompt was <3

Special thanks to @jollyhunter, the amazing banner definitely jumpstarted the writing!

“Dude. Those are way too short.”

“No they're not.”

“Any shorter and you'll get arrested for public indecency.” Sam's face looks serious, but his voice betrays him.

“Shut up,” Dean drawls. He looks down on himself, pulls the waistband of his trunks away from him with his thumb.

“You're just jealous. And little Dean here just loves the sea breeze.” He pulls his finger out and lets the elastic snap back into place, a broad grin on his face.

You bite down on your lip to suppress a chuckle as you stand there in the doorway, watching your boys. The stupidly cold beers you're holding are starting to hurt your hand, but you just want to savor the moment. Watch them for a little bit longer, not fighting, just bantering.

Forcing them to take this trip has been one of your finer ideas. Your last case hadn't been extraordinarily gruesome, or hard to crack. You had just noticed how the boys had grown more and more tired with each new hunt, and how they had been retracting, starting to become monosyllabic, the creases between their brows becoming deeper.

Initially, they had been against a vacation. Talked about responsibilities. But you'd made puppy eyes at them and dangled your skimpy new two-piece in front of them, and Dean had the car packed before you even could say scuba diving.

The air around you is hot and humid, condensed water drips from the smooth glass bottles, finding its way onto your hand. Everything looks like someone cranked up the color saturation.

Sam runs his hand through his hair. It falls back in place exactly the way it was before. He picks up a guava from the counter, takes a big bite. The only thing distracting you from the way a droplet of juice runs over his chin, the way the muscles in his jaw dance as he bites down, is his brother.

Dean's still playing with his trunks, testing how far up or down he can wear them, making that stupid V appear and almost disappear over and over again. He's the one who notices you standing in the doorway when he catches you staring shamelessly in the mirror.

“You think those are too short?” His eyes are big, sparkling like a kid's on Christmas. And he leans back, flexes his abs and wiggles his junk at the you in the mirror.

You laugh as you finally push yourself off the doorframe and walk over to him.

“Not nearly short enough. It's giving Tom Selleck and I love it, you really should think about growing a mustache.”

You stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to the tan, freckled skin on his shoulder blade, then, obviously purely on accident, touch the icy cold bottle to his naked back. Dean flinches, has one hand on the bottle and the other around your waist faster than you can react.

He glares at you with those deep green eyes, playful mischief written all over his face.

“You need to be more careful, missy, or you're gonna get ducked later!”

You shriek when Dean sandwiches your face between his lips on one cheek and the cold bottle on the other, and you try your best wiggling out of his grasp without spilling Sam's beer.

You flee into the younger Winchester's open arms, let him lift you up to sit on his hips where he holds you close to his body. You blindly reach for the counter and barely manage to set the second bottle down without letting it fall to the floor, because Sam, apparently, is not in the mood for beer. Instead, his lips wander all over your face, peppering kisses onto every inch of skin they can reach. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be swept away by the sensation.

You hold on to him tight, tangle your fingers into his hair as your mouth seeks out his. He tastes sweet, just like the fruit you watched him eat, and salty from the sweat the ocean breeze has dried on his skin. You feel him carrying you over to the couch where he gently puts you down, lips not parting from yours. And you hear Dean protesting, putting his bottle aside as he makes his way over to the two of you.

“No way, get outta here, it's my turn,” he growls at his brother. Your eyes flutter open as you feel Dean's hand between your and Sam's faces, almost violently pushing his brother away. You have to laugh at the scene, at Sam's incredulous look as Dean drops to his knees between your legs. He's already licking his lips as he ruffles up the thin fabric of your pareo, pulls down your bikini bottoms.

“Dude, seriously?” Sam looks between you and his brother, still deciding if he should fight this battle, when Dean quips again.

“On second thought, you can continue upstairs. I'm going to be busy down here for a while,” and then he goes straight for the honey pot.

You have a hard time keeping your eyes open as he runs his tongue over your heat, but Sam's excited expression makes the effort worth it. He chuckles, sits down next to you, brushes a rogue strand of hair out of your face.

You want to say something, about how they shouldn't fight, about how there's enough of you to go around, about how they're best when they work together. But the words die in your throat as Sam pulls you in again, lips brushing over yours. So you close your eyes. Sigh blissfully. And let your men get to work.

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Welcome to Kinktober 2025!

As there wasn’t an official Kinktober prompt list last year, we’ve put together an unofficial one for 2025, along with an AO3 collection. The graphics were all made by @latte-cucumber, and she's also made a banner that you’re welcome to use for your Tumblr Kinktober posts:

More information

Kinktober is an October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.

Our askbox is open for questions about how the challenge works or what the prompts mean.

Prompts

Masturbation – Orgasm Control – Incest

Coming Untouched – Ageplay – Kidnapping

Threesome – Nipple Clamps – Alien Abduction

Voyeurism – Sounding – Hypnosis

Finger Sucking – Wax Play – Dacryphilia

Outdoor Sex – Humiliation – Intoxication

Blindfolds – Chastity – Bloodplay

Webcam – Figging – Cages

Exhibitionism – Shibari – Tentacles

Oral Sex – Punishment – Consensual Non-Consent

Come Licking – Handcuffs – Somnophilia

Sex Work – Kneeling – Sissification

Dildos – Dom Bottom/Sub Top – Medical Play

Omegaverse – Possessive Sex – Choking/Gagging

Semi-Public – Object Insertion – Sex Pollen

Remote Control – High Protocol – Fire Play

Messy Sex – Service Kink – Anal Hooks

Size Queen – Dom/Sub – Genital Torture

Creampie – Sensory Deprivation – Electricity

Mirror Sex – Golden Shower – Dubcon

Rimming – Forced Orgasm – Monsterfucking

Quiet Sex – Crawling – Gunplay

Biting – Praise Kink – Enemas

Anal Sex – Gags – Noncon

Double Penetration – Impact Play – Pillory/Stocks

Lingerie – Cuckolding – Sex Robot

Hair Pulling – Animal Play – Gangbang

Multiple Orgasms – S&M – Needle Play

Body Worship – Omorashi – Full-Body Bondage

Breeding – Fucking Machine – Degradation

Hot Tub Sex – Foot Fetish – Writer’s Choice

Bonus prompts:

Aftercare

Fisting

Wall Sex

Sugar Baby

Uniform Kink

Free Use

Temporary/Permanent Marks

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Weekly Pond Newsletter

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