#jackles are you paying attention....

[regardingjenmish]

You know if CW was good at marketing they would jump on the Jackles train right now and join The Boys and Big Sky accounts thirsting over that man in order to promote their shows... but when has the cw ever been good at anything..

[anotherspnfanfic]

Rain Check

A/N: I finished a thing! For the first time in over a year! It is also my first time writing for One Chicago. Thank you @resanoona and @muchamusedaboutnothing​ for the beta reads!

Pairing: Halstead sister w/ best friend Kelly

Word count: 4,076

Square filled: Sick!fic for TMAS Bingo @supernatural-jackles

Warnings: illness, hospitalization, sibling bickering...

Summary: She says she’s fine. Luckily, Kelly and her brothers know when she’s lying.

Masterlist

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You heard your phone buzz from where you had dropped it on the coffee table three and a half hours ago when you got home from work.

You heard your phone buzz from where you had dropped it on the coffee table three and a half hours ago when you got home from work.

You, me, Jay - Molly’s in an hour, you read the new message from your best friend, Kelly.

Groaning, you shifted to grab and unlock your phone. I feel like shit. I left work early. Rain check.

Another ding as a sad face popped up at the bottom of the thread. You sighed as you set the phone back down, wishing you felt up to hanging out.

You spent the next forty-five minutes tossing and turning on your couch in an attempt to find a comfortable position. The second half of Safe Haven played across the screen, but you weren’t really paying much attention.

Suddenly, you heard keys jingling outside your door before the deadbolt clicked open. The only other people who had keys were your brothers, and they never used them to come in while you were home.

Before you could further analyze the intrusion, Jay hollered through the barely-cracked door. “We’re coming in. Am I going to be scarred by anything I might see?”

You rolled your eyes and sat up, wincing at the flare of pain in your abdomen. “I’m not naked, if that’s what you’re asking. And who is ‘we’?”

“We brought you soup,” said Kelly from the kitchen. “I also grabbed tissues, cold meds, Excedrin, and Midol. I wasn’t sure what you might need.” You heard the rustle of bags and clunks of things being set on the counter.

“I didn’t need any of that, but I appreciate the thought. However, I don’t really appreciate you telling my brother I feel crappy.”

A moment later, Jay was snatching the remote from you. “I just came for the beer and the game.” You knew he came because he was worried, even though he wouldn’t admit that.

“Hey!” You reached to take it back as he lifted it over his head. “I thought you guys were going to Molly’s.”

Jay tossed the remote back once he’d turned on the hockey pre-game. “Kelly wanted to come hang out with you.”

“Wow. I love you, too, bro.” You carefully laid back down, shifting a few times until you found a somewhat comfortable position. “But since you are here… can one of you go grab my heating pad from my bedroom closet?”

Jay simply nodded before disappearing down the hall, returning a minute later with the heating pad in hand. He also had your favorite blanket tossed over his shoulder. It was his way of silently showing his concern. He plugged in the heating pad and tossed it and the blanket on the couch next to you.

“Thanks, Jay.” You smiled gratefully.

“Do you want the soup?” Kelly asked. ”Or we have pizza coming shortly, too.”

“Um, no. Nothing right now.” You shook your head. “I’m too nauseous. Thank you, though.”

Jay sat down in the recliner as Kelly came in and handed him a beer.

Kelly then lifted your feet and set them on his lap as he sat down. “You sure you don’t want anything else?”

You shook your head and pulled the now-warm heating pad across yourself. “This is all I need at the moment. But I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

You made yourself comfortable as the two of them started to discuss the hockey game as well as how the rest of the season had been going. A little while later, there was a knock at your door.

Jay stood quickly. “I got it.” He returned a minute later with two large pizza boxes as well as a smaller box you suspected held cheesy garlic bread. He set the stack on the coffee table and slid one pizza toward Kelly before opening the other. “We got your favorite. We will try to save you some.”

You leaned up and punched him in the shoulder. “You’re so mean.” You tried your best to hide the wince from your sudden movement.

“Ouch!” he said, grabbing his arm dramatically. “If I was mean, I wouldn’t have offered to save you any.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed. “You said try, not that you would save some.”

Before long, there were several slices missing from both boxes and the two of them were cheering and booing loudly at the television. You laughed and silently hoped they weren’t disturbing your neighbors too much.

During the first intermission, Jay’s phone dinged with a new message alert. He pulled it out of his pocket and quickly read the message on the lock screen before pocketing it once more. “Will is on his way over.”

Tossing the heating pad over the back of the couch, you rolled your eyes and groaned loudly. “Seriously? You couldn’t let me suffer in peace? He’s gonna be all doctory.”

Jay shrugged. “He wanted to watch the game. I didn’t even tell him you didn’t feel good.”

You scoffed. “Uh huh. You told him you were here instead of Molly’s so he already knows something is up.”

About ten minutes later, you heard your front door open without so much as a warning knock.

“Do none of you have manners anymore?” You asked him as he entered the living room. “And for the record, I am fine so do not ask.”

Will chuckled as he raised his hands in surrender. “Hello to you, too.” On his way to sit on your loveseat, he grabbed a slice of pizza. You watched as he and Jay exchanged pointed looks.

Over the next half hour or so, you noticed all three of them sending worried glances your way until, finally, you poked Kelly in the thigh with your foot. “Can I have that soup now? Maybe it’ll help my nausea.” You didn’t think it would, but it might get them to stop looking at you like you were about to break.

He nodded and got up, walking into your kitchen to warm it up for you. You shifted to sit up while you waited for him. Struggling to find a comfortable position, you noticed that Will was watching you more intently.

Kelly brought in the soup and sat down once more. “How do you want to do this?”

“Umm, can you pull the coffee table closer for me?”

Jay stood from his chair to push the end of the table towards you and move the pizza boxes out of the way. Kelly set the soup in front of you and handed you a spoon.

“Thanks.” You smiled as you slurped a spoonful of broth. Continuing slowly, you drank about half the broth and ate some of the noodles. Unexpectedly, your stomach flipped uncomfortably. You dropped the spoon back into the bowl causing a loud clatter.

All three sets of eyes were on you as you stood suddenly. You didn’t even attempt to hide the pained whimper that escaped with the movement.

“You okay?” Will and Jay asked in unison as Kelly reached out, prepared to steady you if necessary.

You groaned. “Yeah, peachy. Stay,” you directed them as you moved as quickly as you could to the bathroom. Flinging the door shut, you fell to your knees just in time to empty your stomach into the toilet. The pain in your knees was almost unnoticeable with the stabbing pain that flared through your right side. You tried to breathe through your nose as another wave of nausea crashed through you. Maybe you weren’t fine after all, but you weren’t ready to admit that to anyone, especially Will.

When you were pretty sure you were done, you flushed before sitting back against the wall. A knock broke you from your thoughts. “You alright in there?” Kelly asked.

“I’m fine.” You stood slowly and rinsed your mouth out before pulling the door open and meeting his concerned green eyes. “I swear. I’m really fine,” you lied. “I shouldn’t have tried to eat.”

Kelly’s hand hovered behind you as you made your way back to the couch. As you sat, you pulled the heating pad back over your lower abdomen, even though it’d done nothing to help the pain earlier. However, now you were chilly, and it would help with that.

“Is that normal?” Will asked. “Nausea and vomiting with cramps?”

You shrugged, debating what to tell him. “It’s happened before, but not always, no.”

He hummed, clearly deciding if he wanted to push. “Is anything else weird today?”

“Not really. Not unless you count being four days early.” Spinning to lie back down, you pulled your blanket over yourself.

“Are you cold?” Jay asked.

You glared at him. “Maybe a little. I just like to have a blanket when I feel crappy. Does that mean something to you? You’re the one who brought it out here unprompted.”

“Have you actually started your period?” Will asked.

Groaning, you asked, “Can we not have this conversation?” He just stared at you waiting for an answer. “Ugh, fine. No. No, I haven’t yet.” 

Will stood and walked over to you. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead.

You knew there was no convincing them at this point, but decided to try anyway. “How many times do I have to tell you? I am fine!” Will narrowed his eyes at you before he walked away. You heard him opening the cabinet in the bathroom. Looking between Kelly and Jay you asked, “What is he doing?”

Jay shrugged. “How am I supposed to know?”

Rolling to face towards the back of the couch, you groaned.

Will was back a moment later. He knelt down in front of the couch and rolled you back to face him. “Open,” he directed, lifting your thermometer into your view.

“No.”

Will just sighed. “If you're right, then this will be normal and you can say ‘I told you so.’ Just humor me?”

“When I’m right, you are going to buy me dinner next week. Somewhere nice.” You held out your hand for him to shake.

He took your hand without shaking it. “I’ll buy you dinner next week, regardless, if you stop being difficult.”

“Fine.” You shook his hand, took the thermometer from him, and placed it under your tongue.

It was quiet as you waited, the game having been muted at some point. When the thermometer beeped, you pulled it out and handed it to Will, not even bothering to check it as you gave him a smug grin.

Jay leaned over to see the reading for himself as Will announced, “101.6, you have a fever.”

You shrugged. “So what? I have cramps and the flu or something. I don’t know what that proves.”

Will shifted to sit on your coffee table. He pulled off your blanket and heating pad despite your protests. He pushed just above your left hip bone.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Does this hurt?” asked Will. You shook your head as he pressed just below your belly button. He moved his hands over once more, and you started to shake your head again as he pressed down on your right side. As he started to pull away, you gasped, feeling a sharp pain similar to the one you had felt in the bathroom earlier. It was significantly worse, and you threw your head back hard against the armrest as you tried to recoil from the cause of the pain. “When did the pain start? Any other symptoms you aren’t telling me? How long were you using the heating pad?”

“Geez, one question at a time! It hurt a little, like barely even noticeable, last night around midnight. I don’t think so. And I don’t know, not that long. Why?”

Will stood. “Because it’s not cramps, it's appendicitis. We’re going to Med. Right now.”

“No,” you argued. You hated hospitals even more than Jay.

Jay pulled his keys out of his pocket. “I’ll pull the truck around.”

Will nodded to Jay before turning back to you. “This isn’t debatable. Sorry, kiddo.” He handed his keys to Kelly and bent over to lift you off the couch.

You grabbed his arm to stop him. “I can walk at least.”

Will proceeded to pick you up. “We don’t have the time to wait for you to make it down to the truck.”

Kelly flipped off the television and unplugged your heating pad before following you and Will out of the apartment and locking the door.

Will set you in the backseat of Jay’s truck and then ran around to get into the passenger side next to you. Kelly handed Will his keys as Jay peeled out of the complex.

“Jay, turn on the radio or something. It’s too quiet in here,” you complained.

Kelly looked over his shoulder at you. “Can’t take a comfortable silence with the three of us?”

“What part of this is comfortable?”

“It’s fine. We are only going to be in the car for ten minutes,” said Jay.

“Please? Just turn on someth—” you froze mid-sentence.

“Are you okay? Is the pain worse?” Will asked.

“Um, no. It actually doesn’t hurt anymore.” You frowned in confusion. “Why doesn’t it hurt anymore?”

“Damn it,” Will muttered. “Jay, go faster.”

Sinking further into the seat as Jay floored the accelerator, you glanced between Will and Kelly. “What? Why go faster?” You couldn’t help but finally start to worry.

Will took your hand in his and squeezed reassuringly. “Because if it stopped hurting, there’s a good chance your appendix just ruptured.”

“But that’s bad, right? Like, really bad?” You took a sharp inhale as the realization hit. “Like, I could die from an infec—”

Will squeezed your hand harder to get your focus back on him. “No. You’re going to be just fine.”

“I’m so stupid. Why didn’t I say something? I lied earlier. I’ve never had nausea or puking with period cramps. I knew I should have said something before you even came over because the heating pad wasn’t helping. The heating pad always—”

“Y/N, breathe!” Will interrupted your rambling.

Kelly reached over and squeezed your knee, almost painfully, in an attempt to ground you.

“It’s okay,” Will reassured. “You’re going to be fine. You are right—untreated, it can be very dangerous, but we are almost to the hospital. Look at me.” Your eyes met his. “Just take a deep breath. You will be fine, you hear me?”

You nodded and tried to focus on your breathing rather than the panic swirling through your mind.

Less than two minutes later, Jay was pulling up to the ambulance entrance to the ED. You barely even had time to open your door before Jay was there gently lifting you out of the truck and heading inside.

Connor saw the four of you enter, you in Jay’s arms, and immediately moved to meet you. “Hey, what’s going on, guys?”

You threw your head back in annoyance. “You could have at least gotten a freaking wheelchair. This is just ridiculous.”

Kelly just chuckled as Jay scolded, “I thought you agreed to stop being difficult so Will would buy you dinner.”

Will ignored the three of you in favor of answering Connor. “I’m pretty sure she’s got a ruptured appy. Pain onset was around midnight. She tried to eat some soup about twenty minutes ago and vomited. Temp was at 102, and she had right-sided rebound tenderness. About five minutes ago, she said it stopped hurting.”

“Let’s get an ultrasound to confirm.” Connor turned around to find Maggie. “Maggie, where am I going?”

“Treatment 3. Monique, you’re with Dr. Rhodes.”

Jay set you on the bed, kissed your forehead, and then shifted by the foot of the bed. He placed his hand on your shin. “Just let me know if I’m in the way.”

“No, you're good there,” said Connor. “Monique, let’s run a CBC and a BMP.”

Will handed Connor the ultrasound probe as Monique wrapped the blood pressure cuff around your bicep. She clipped the pulse ox on your index finger. To distract yourself while she placed the IV, you focused on Jay and Kelly, who was hovering in the doorway.

“It’s definitely a ruptured appy,” Connor announced, handing the ultrasound back to Will. “Let’s get her up to the OR.”

The panic you’d been trying to suppress since the truck bubbled to the surface again, and you started to hyperventilate. Jay stepped forward to take your hand.

Connor gently squeezed the opposite shoulder. “Just take a deep breath, sweetheart. I know you hate the hospital but I need you to try to calm down.” He shifted away to grab an oxygen mask before placing it over your face.

Will reached around Connor to take your hand. “What did I tell you? You’re going to be fine. Surgery and some antibiotics, and you’ll be good as new in a few weeks.”

You managed to take a couple slow, deep breaths. Locking eyes with Connor, you asked, “Can— Are you doing the surgery?”

“Yep, I’m all yours.” He and Will pulled the gurney out of the room and towards the elevators.

When they pulled you off the elevator, Jay squeezed your hand once more before letting go. Kelly took his place, kissed your forehead and squeezed your shoulder. 

Finally, Will placed a kiss on your knuckles. “We’ll see you on the other side.”

A moment later, Connor was pushing you into the operating room. He pulled the oxygen mask off and set it beside your head. “These nurses are going to get you settled. I have to go scrub in and then I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded. Connor turned to leave, but you stopped him. “Wait! I’m gonna be all loopy after, right? Like all those videos online?”

Connor cracked a smile. “Probably. It takes a bit for the anesthesia to clear your system, and you’ll get some pain meds.”

You scowled at that thought. “Okay. Do me a favor—don’t let those three see me while I’m still drugged and loopy. If they end up with something to tease me about, you are dead to me.”

Connor laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

The next few minutes were a blur, and before you knew it, someone was asking you to count backwards.

As you started to wake, there was a new, different ache through your abdomen. You groaned and peeled your eyes open, meeting Connor’s bright blue irises.

“Welcome back. How’re you feeling?” he asked.

Scrunching your nose, you considered how to answer. “Hmm, a little sore. Sleepy. And cold. Can I go home soon?”

“How about we talk about that later?”

“Can I have a blanket?”

Connor gave you a sad smile. “Sorry. Not right now. You still have a fever.”

“Please?” you whined. Before he could answer, another thought hit you. “Hey, where‘re my brothers and Kelly?”

“You threatened me to not let them in here yet!” Connor huffed. “They will be waiting for you once we move you out of recovery.”

You vaguely remembered what you’d told Connor. “Oh, yeah.”

“It’s late. How about you try to get a little more sleep?” Connor suggested.

You gave him a lazy thumbs up before quickly falling back to sleep.

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Connor found Jay, Will, and Kelly in the waiting room. All three were scrolling through their phones. “Everything went perfectly. She is in recovery now, and a nurse will come get you when she’s back in a room.” Connor explained.

Will huffed. “Why can’t we go see her now? Or one of us at least?”

“Nope.” Connor shook his head. “She threatened me to not let you see her while she’s loopy. So, no. You’re waiting until she’s moved. It should only be about half an hour.”

“Come on. She probably won’t even remember anything she says.” Will argued.

“She wasn’t worried about what she’d remember. Seems to think her big brothers might tease her,” said Connor. “I promise, she’s fine. She was sleeping when I left a few minutes ago.”

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About an hour later, Jay, Will, and Kelly were sitting around your hospital room, waiting for you to wake up.

You jerked awake suddenly with a gasp. The sudden movement pulled on your stitches. “Shit. Ow.”

All three guys were beside you in an instant, your brothers on either side while Kelly took up the space at the foot of the bed.

“Are you okay?”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“What hurts?”

In your half-awake state you weren’t even sure who had said what as they spoke over each other. You simply groaned in response.

“Can I check your incision?” Will asked. “Need to make sure you didn’t just pop a stitch.”

“Not like you’re going to take no for an answer,” you said. You pulled on the gown to get it out of his way. Due to the sleepiness or the pain meds, maybe both, you were slightly uncoordinated. He helped you pull the fabric aside so he could get access to your bandage.

Connor came into the room as soon as Will had pulled the gauze up. "I'm pretty sure that's my job."

“Sorry, she had a nightmare and jerked pretty hard when she woke up. I wanted to be sure.”

Connor checked the incision as well. “It looks good.” He turned his attention to you. “Scale of one to ten, how’s the pain?”

“Not bad. Maybe a three.”

Connor nodded. “When you need more pain meds, just use the call button or tell Will. I’m going to let you get some rest. I’ll be in to check on you in the morning.”

“Thanks, Connor.” 

Jay, Will, and Kelly took turns shaking Connor’s hand as he headed out.

“Thanks, man,” said Will, following Connor to the door. “You here all night?”

Connor nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be in the ED.”

“Want to talk about it?” Jay asked as Will came back to your bedside.

“About what?”

“That nightmare,” Jay clarified.

“Oh. No, I don’t really remember most of it.” He looked like he didn’t believe you at all. You opted to change the subject before he could press. “Do I get to go home tomorrow?”

Will sighed, knowing you weren’t going to like his answer. “No. You’ll need IV antibiotics and monitoring for infection for at least a few days.”

“This sucks. What is the point of having a doctor for a brother? I want two fancy dinners.”

They all laughed.

“Sure. Next time you don’t feel well, are you going to just tell me up front?” Will asked.

“Eh, probably not.” You smirked. “But honestly, 9 times out of 10, it’s nothing.”

“Just continue to always tell me. I’ll loop them in if need be,” Kelly offered.

“‘If need be’?” You rolled your eyes. “You brought Jay over without even knowing anything!”

Kelly just shook his head. “I know you never leave work early. You had the stomach flu last year and didn’t even miss any work.”

“Well, clearly, you know me too well.”

“Clearly, it’s a good thing I do.”

“Alright, stop rubbing it in. You guys might as well go home and get some sleep,” you suggested despite not wanting to be alone.

“Nah, you’re stuck with us tonight,” Jay said.

Hoping your relief wasn’t obvious, you smiled. “You guys don’t have anything better to do than sit around and watch me sleep? Creepers.”

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Five days later, you were signing discharge papers as Jay and Will argued about which one of them you should stay with.

“I have a guest room,” said Jay. “You want to make her sleep on a couch?”

“No, jackass,” Will countered. “She can sleep in the bed, and I’ll take the couch.”

“My place means no one is sleeping on a couch.”

“Guys!” you interrupted. “I��m going to my own apartment.”

Will sighed. “You shouldn’t be alone, at least for a few days.”

“My couch is open,” you shrugged. “Fight over that, take turns. I really don’t care. But I am going home to my own bed.”

“I’m off tonight,” said Jay. “I’ll stay.”

“I’m off, too. I can stay.”

“Quit arguing,” you groaned. “I love you both, and I appreciate that you both want to help me. But I will kick you both out and call Kelly instead.”

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“We will figure out a schedule,” said Jay.

“Awesome. Now, will you guys, please, get me the hell out of here?”

Will grabbed the wheelchair a nurse had brought in earlier. “Gladly.”

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Tagging a couple possibly interested people: @mertes4cker @halsteadlover @i-like-sparkly-things @hereforhalstead @fighterkimburgess @afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff @eagerforthesky​ 

[laf-outloud]

Hi,

Here is the European Anon (or Troll as I am called at the moment). I would like to clarify a few things. I am a fan. Of the show, of the characters, of the two J's. That's the reason why the info about the contract could hurt me so much in the first place. Because this time it affected me myself. I've worked with stars who showed up to work (con) drunk. Who spent more time on Grindr than signing autographs. Who treated their Händlers like crap, while up front they were the loving, attentive star. You learn two things quickly in the businees. The manager is always right, and the star is never the bad guy. We had two guests from an equally famous CW show. The managers had agreed to a duo shoot. The problem was that they hated each other. In the sense of, we had to separate the two spatially, because otherwise it would have come to fisticuffs. The managers of both parties tried everything to make the duo shoot possible somehow and while one star finally agreed to get it over with "professionally", the other remained stubborn. The end? The duo was canceled with the reason "unforeseen scheduling difficulties" Well, sounds familiar? (No it's not Vampire Diaries, Paul and Ian are really like brothers, lol).

What you also learn very quickly. The fans forgive everything and the star is perfect in their eyes. No matter whether stars were bad-tempered, bitchy or sometimes even downright unfriendly, the fans always found an excuse for them, or in the end made us organizers responsible for it. Well, we can live with that, as long as people still pay for their tickets. At the end of the day it is a business.

Why am I writing this? So far it has never really affected me. For me, most of them are just people like you and me and I could deal with most of the stars in a really friendly or business way. But I've been a fan of Supernatural since the beginning. And then such an info is no longer professional but hurts.

I want to make it very clear that no SPN star I have ever dealt with has been unprofessional or unfriendly. Even though Misha's manager is a terrible woman, he himself was always polite to us as employees. And even from colleagues who have worked with J2 so far, there has never been a negative word.

That is why I was so looking forward to working with them. To be able to experience this famous friendship directly.

I am not so high in the hirachie that I get to read a direct correspondence of the management. I also can't say which Con I work for without risking my job. I know it's easier to make me out to be a liar than to accept that I might be right. I realize that and I can even understand that.

I've been sitting on this information for weeks, but who am I going to tell? Who believes me? I've talked to two close friends about it who are also fans and they didn't believe it either.

The trigger was the first reports from Charlotte. I have friends who are on site and yes, probably their euphoria and two glasses of wine on my part made me write to two people. Patrick (TFW) and LOL Jackles . Who I have found through Tumblr several times to be relatively fair and interested in facts. But there was no response. I was honestly taken aback by this, because even if they won‘t believe me, why not share the info anyway? Or at least respond to it? If there is nothing to what I say, then it could be quickly invalidated or? Unless the two know exactly that I'm right and are afraid of when it comes out.

I have written to you days later. you can look it up. I read post that you and others wondered why jared and jensen only come to different cons. That's why I thought, okay I'll send it again. I found your explanation of not posting it understandable and at least you didn't immediately ignore it. Thanks for that. that's also why I'm replying exclusively to you.

Again, I understand if you don't believe me. After all, I didn't want to believe my boss either. I thought he was just not willing to pay the 300 K (And that's what they cost each).

But now exactly what he said happens.

If I am telling the untruth, then why is Jared actually appearing at the same promoters (Monopoy Events, Entertainment Events Etc) on a different date than Jensen and always including Gen? And look at the line up of the English cons and tell me that you could not have paid Jared‘s fee to run various duo shots! If I'm lying, why is Creation now releasing the second convention for 2024 with only Jensen as headliner but not with Jared? It can't be the money, because Creation takes the same amount for the tickets as usual. And schedule difficulties during an official strike ? Hardly. You can call me a troll, but I am a fan as well, I know that you want to believe until the end that everything is good. But I just think the fans have at least a right to hear the truth. And that is that Jared's management will get away from creation cons in the future and will favor cons that Jensen doesn't attend.

Thank you for writing in, again. I'm sorry that because of the multiple asks, you've been classified as a troll. I've been on Tumblr long enough that I've seen multiple copy/paste asks and they most often are a troll, but I can see your reasoning. (I will say that TFW2.0 is a fan of Jensen first, so anything that could put him in a negative light will be summarily dismissed.)

I decided to post this response since your original ask seems to have been seen by multiple other people despite not being posted and I'll allow people to make up their own minds about what they want to believe.

I will say that Jared's absence from the con in July could be due to other reasons, like his standard summer vacation or birthday stuff, and June could be because he anticipates that they might be filming Walker into the summer, depending on how long the strike lasts.

When it comes to doing cons with or without Jensen, I know my initial response was regarding Jared's mental health, but it could also be a strategic business decision. Jared may want to distance himself from SPN (and Jensen) to open up other acting/producing opportunities. It's not always advantageous to just be known as "one of those guys from SPN." He's said before that he enjoys producing and I'm sure he knows Walker isn't going to last forever. An actor/producer's career shouldn't be defined by one role. He may also be promoting Gen to help increase her profile if they plan on producing together in the future. I'm sure there are some who, if they believe it's true, will take it personally, but it really may just be a business decision.

Either way, thank you for sharing. And if there are people who agree/disagree and decide to write to me with their rebuttals, please remember to do so respectfully. I won't post anything with accusatory language, insults, or outright dismissals.

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Anonymous asked: I’m a complete outsider in whatever hell is going on here but I feel like you should let go of this person. Obsessing over them like this can’t be healthy

Goob: As a complete outsider, jump off a cliff. I’ve been getting harassed by her for three solid years, your tactic doesn’t work. This isn’t “obsession”. This is her getting the attention she’s been screaming for for three years while mind-raping me and using pictures of me for her sexual fetishes. Absolutely not. I stop when she dies.

If you don’t like it, fuck off, I will literally drag this bitch into the dirt after the three years of harassment she’s caused me in real life, online, multiple servers, fandoms and websites. Absolute rotten festering cunt. She was literally goddamn warned to stay off my dick, once every three months, for three fucking years, and she was still riding it and starting shit, so now I’m ending it. And the opinions of motherfucking people who care about me fucking up their fictional angel feed really do not fucking matter. She relies on weak ass opinions like this so she can keep on keeping on with her horse shit, and no, it’s over. You will literally have to ban me from the entire internet to make me stop before she dies or surrenders. It’s that simple. I am DONE.

I need you to comprehend I left this bitch three years ago, after she cheated, malignantly plotted to evict me to replace me with a new bf once she got her first check but let me pay the bills, and has since still absolutely stalked me everywhere anyway, invaded my servers, ripped off my face, my religious practices (badly), has been doing outright goddamn blasphemy, is grooming her friends into fetish roleplays using my fucking face, and she just invested SEVEN. GODDAMN. MONTHS. trying to invade YET ANOTHER FRIEND GROUP OF MINE to cause shit, and she got busted, and now her ass is on fire.

IT’S DONE. WE’RE DONE. THE MERCY IS GONE. SHE LETS US GO OR SHE DIES, IT’S THAT SIMPLE.

She wants me to be a demon, I’ll be a demon. She even signed to me. Moron.

Truly this woman was so obsessed she sat in a goddamn furry porn server for half a year trying to sniff out my friends and investors elsewhere. Like she was literally wailing trying to find the contact for one of my main business investors. To start more shit with, of course. Sis, that man let me do 13 billion dollars in damages to WB by proxy. He doesn’t care about your pissmoaning.

This isn’t “obsession”. This is me being tired of hers, and taking any means necessary to end the harassment I’ve been enduring on every possible front for literal years. Even if it means helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is. I’m fuckin DONE. Like, literally, nothing of value would be lost. It’d actually be a net benefit because she’d stop scamming people with her octopus jibberish, plagiarized lines, and outright blasphemy of the god she claims but refuses to read the doctrine of and teaches contrary to.

She truly feels special cuz she can bullshit up some vague horse shit about someone’s grandma to make them feel better then writes retroactive dreams, like the one that only prophecized to her that she was about to get her cheeks clapped, after she got clapped, but she swears she had a vision dream that morning. ok. the other seven months?

Like the whore is even posing right now writing her fanfiction like it’s proof of something compared to my statistics. Yeah I too can shit out narrative horse shit, Shealyn. That doesn’t make you a mystic. She’s basically charging people for her obsession with me, her roleplay fetish, her schizophrenia and a big fat bucket of blasphemy she’ll rot in the void for. And drag some nice little practicing christians with her.

Am I christian? No. But I respect the texts enough to know what she’s doing is deeply fucking these people up. Like, they’re neither following Hermes nor Yahweh’s doctrine, they’re just following whatever octopus jibberish horse shit she hallucinates. It’s literally a cult. A cult she groomed into humping a copy of my face. Like a psychopath.

And no, that’s not the hyperbolic internet use of cult. It is the literal definition of a cult, wherein no classic doctrine is used, but rather the singular teachings of someone that generally revises other practices, and grooms them out of actually reading anything outside of it and, in this case, into humping pictures of me.

You, too, would be flipping shit if your cheating ex wife was convincing people to basically mindrape you while lying about whatever god or doctrine you follow just to try to copy you. And that’s BEFORE the trying to fuck with every friend group I have and my business. For three. Years. And that says nothing about her refusing to look in the face that she channeled motherfucking anime octopus jibberish trying to copy an inside joke. I use “channel” here loosely, obviously. Truly the most horrific skank I’ve had the displeasure of dealing with. Makes Vinnie and Kelios look like saints. And models. At least they’re under the 300 lb threshold and are open about their delusions being about fictional horse shit. They don’t even CHARGE for us to hear them spread their shit.

Trump deserves life more than this creature. At least I believe he’s genuinely retarded. She only acts this dumb, but it’s a conscious way she makes up for her own insecurities, and it’s by lying her way through to try to look divine. She doesn’t doesn’t care what it does to everyone around her. So yeah. Trump is more human than this creature. And, somehow, in better shape.

So yeah, fuck off. She has till September for part one, until 2027 for part two, until 2033 for part three, and the void beyond that for the rest of her penalties, but for right now, you can sit and spin on part one.

But you know, I think that’s fine by her. She’s too coward to end it herself but already experienced soul death and knows it, hence her refusal to build any actual identity. She’s just a sweaty meatsuit over there now going through the motions, I’m pretty sure she wants the void. Don’t worry bertha, they just have to widen the gate a little bit

well that and he realized you actually do want to die, I think, which is why he specifically opted for the “troll you until you do it yourself” route starting yesterday. Sorry Shea, he refuses to let you warp forcing him to reap you into something you can try to spin as a romantic gesture in hell. Like, he’s pretty sure you’re just waiting to grope him then too. Get away from us, you lying schizo slut.

THE OCTOPUS WAS NEVER FUCKING DIVINE, SHEA. YOU DID NOT CHANNEL THE FUCKING OCTOPESE.

Whoa, Goob is admitting that he will actively assist-suicide his ex-wife her by "helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is." I hope the ex is screenshotting all of this gold.

I'll write a lengthier reaction in the next post to save space. Meanwhile in reference to Goob's Trump mention...

Even Newsweek agreed.

[smellingofpoetry]

A few moments of madness

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: "There were several things he shouldn't have done that night, one in particular. He shouldn’t have fucked her on the kitchen counter."

Square/s Filled: “Titty Fucking” (@spnkinkbingo), Quote J: "Be a good girl and spread your legs." (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles)

Warnings: smut, oral (fem rec, male rec), titty fucking, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

Rating: +18

Words count: 1422

A/N: Hi there! So, this story has been written for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone and her writing challenge - “The make-me-horny challenge”. I'm posting this like at the last second before the challenge ends, but with being busy and my muse not cooperating I think I can consider myself lucky to even be able to post. Now, it seems that every smut I published is worst that the one before, but this time I'm blaming you @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone. Your challenge brought out the worst in me. I just hope you're going to like what I came up with. You guys, let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated. Oh, this one is unbeta, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy! 🖤

Dean Winchester Masterlist - Masterlist

He shouldn’t have gone to the bar that night, but his apartment felt smaller than usual. He shouldn’t have stayed for another drink because that’s never a good idea. He shouldn’t have even talked to her, let alone brought her back home with him. Not when he had just broken things off with Lisa. In all fairness, he wasn’t the one who wanted to end things two months before the wedding. Still, bringing a girl home wouldn’t have looked that good. Not when she was younger than him and cute - so damn cute - and kind.

He fucking caved, alright?

At least she was just passing through to meet someone. Dean didn’t really pay attention to that part, but the important thing was that he would never see her again after tonight.

There were several things he shouldn't have done that night, one in particular. He shouldn’t have fucked her on the kitchen counter. Not the same counter he used to have breakfast on with his now ex-future wife, but it was the best next thing after the bedroom. He wasn’t ready to fuck anyone on the same bed he slept with Lisa – not yet, anyway.

So, there he was, butt naked, in the middle of the kitchen between Y/N’s opened legs, pounding her pussy. She grabbed him by his neck to kiss him hungrily. Dean kissed her back with similar passion, slipping his hand between their bodies. He rubbed at her clit, tearing out of her a moan; her walls fluttering around his shaft.

“Fuck…”

A long moan escaped his mouth, and after one more push of his hips, he came out of her warmth. Y/N whimpered at his loss. All of a sudden, too empty. She watched him with hooded eyes just in time to see him lower himself. A few seconds later, his head was between her legs, licking a long stripe of her pussy. Y/N moaned with her head thrown back while her hips buckled against his mouth on their accord. Dean licked and sucked every inch of her wet folds, getting harder with every sound she made.

God, he loved to know he was the reason for her moans echoing in the kitchen.

He sucked at her clit one more time before pushing two fingers inside her heat. He got up, his mouth glistening with her juices while his fingers started to move fast inside her. Y/N pushed herself against his fingers, trying to follow his movements, so dangerously close to finally coming. A few more thrusts, and she would have come undone. She could already feel it when Dean removed his fingers. A strangled moan escaped her, followed by a yelp the moment he slapped at her pussy one, two, three times.

Dean leaned closer then, catching her lips in a sinful kiss while his hands traveled along her bare legs, stopping once they reached her hips. He helped her get down the counter in her wobbling legs. Y/N steadied herself with her hands on his sweaty chest. She licked her lips, imagining what it would be like to let her tongue travel along with the galaxy of freckles on his skin. If only his hands hadn’t distracted her. She followed his movements, founding herself on her knees with his cock, hard and proud, mere inches from her face.

Y/N slowly licked along his shaft, reaching his tip. Swirling her tongue around it, she tasted his precum a few seconds before she took his cock in her mouth with slow, calculated movements, making him groan in frustration. She smiled, pleased with herself, while she kept watching him. Y/N hollowed her cheeks while she fondled his balls with her free hand. Dean’s hips thrust forward on their accord until she let him go with a pop, and way too early - if you asked him. Y/N licked her lips with a look of mischief; that was enough for Dean to know he was in trouble. She let go of him then, reaching for her breasts. She cupped her tits, bringing them closer to each other right before glancing in his direction and inviting him with a smirk.

“Fuck… yeah?”

She nodded her head, biting down her lip while waiting for him. Dean didn’t let her repeat the invitation and grabber the base of his cock, guiding it between her breasts. Y/N pressed her tits together even more while she met every single movement of his. With his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pleasure, he kept fucking her breasts, thrust after enthusiastic thrust.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”

She fastened her movements spurred by his words, feeling herself get wetter with every push of his cock between her breasts. Lowering her head, she let her tongue peek enough from her mouth to lick at the tip of his cock after his every thrust.

“Shit!”

Dean grunted at the feeling o her wet tongue stroking his dick. Y/N was going to be his death, and if he didn’t stop her soon, he would have come between her tits. So, he stilled himself, taking a deep breath while he grabbed the base of his hard cock, trying to calm down a minute.

“Go sit on the stool.”

As soon as his words were out of his mouth, she was already halfway to the stool. Dean grinned at her hastiness, watching her taking a sit just like he had asked her.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Y/N smiled at him while, with a slow movement, she opened her legs for him, her glistening pussy on full display for him to enjoy. Dean walked the few steps dividing them, lazily stroking his cock. Again, between her legs, he slapped his dick against her folds a few times before burying himself in her heat with one quick push of his hips. He moved at a brutal pace, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back to better look at her face while he fucked her.

And, God, if she wasn’t beautiful, all spread out like that and full of his cock. He watched her bring one of her hands between her legs, rubbing at her clit with fast motions.

“You close?”

“Mmmh…”

“Cum, then.”

“Oh God, Dean… fuck…”

She came hard, clenching around his shaft and making it harder for him to move.

“F-fuck!”

A few more thrusts later, he emptied himself inside her, coating the walls with his seed.

It had been a few days since Y/N, and Dean had put that night away in the far corner of his mind. From time to time, though, that memory surfaced back, especially during his lonely nights. The mere thought of her and that night managed to get him hard every damn time.

Yet, now wasn’t the right time to indulge in his escapade. Not when he was about to meet his best friend’s daughter.

Sometimes life can be weird. One minute, he and Benny were two kids chasing a ball down the beach. A minute later, he was dumped by his fiancé, while Benny found out to have a twenty-something daughter. He couldn’t even imagine how it was to meet your grown-up kid. He could already picture Benny freaking out.

Dean chuckled while ringing the bell. A minute later, the door swung open, revealing an almost terrified Benny.

“Oh, thank God, why did it take you so long?”

“That bad?”

Dean chuckled, entering the house with his best friend right behind him.

“Yes… no…. I don’t know. I mean, she seems nice and all, but I have absolutely no idea of what I’m doing.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Dean patted Benny’s shoulders, doing his best to encourage him. His friend nodded appreciatively, taking a deep breath to try to calm his nerves.

“Alright, are you going to introduce me or not?”

Dean teased him, earning an eye roll from his friend, who dragged him into the living room, where Benny’s daughter was waiting for them. Dean followed him, catching a glimpse of a young girl, facing one of the windows.

“Y/N, this is Dean, the friend I was telling you about. Dean, this is my daughter, Y/N.”

Dean's breath caught in his throat as soon as she turned around, while the smile on Y/N's face faltered at his sight.

Well, fuck - thought Dean.

Of course, the best sex of his damn life had to be his best friend's daughter. He definitely shouldn’t have gone to the bar that night.   

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[mildlyembarrassedarmadillo]

insane man jackles casbaited me into watching the winchesters so here's my review of the pilot:

okay, hot take:

i like it.

overall, the Vibes are great. i'm no expert but i think the sets and the outfits and everything are fantastic and really giving me the 60's energy, the music is good, the dusty-vintage-whatever filter is maybe a little too strong, but it doesn't detract from the experience and i still kinda enjoy that aesthetically anyway so.

the main cast are great overall. i think the fella who plays john (too lazy to look up their names sorry) is great and also i think hes beautiful so. there's that. mary is a little off sometimes like her lines land flat every once in a while but she really does align with the mary we meet in spn so props to her for that! john is obviously quite different from how we've come to know him, so i'm interested to see his development. i fucking love carlos and latika too.

john's "saving people, hunting things" line was maybe shoehorned in a little too hard but honestly it still worked on me ("he said it! he said the thing!") so you win this time jackles.

additionally, i probably wasn't paying attention but do we know when dean is narrating this? is it some vague time at some point in the show? is he in heaven? or is it perhaps a mystery. also dean writing this all down in a journal gives a vague parallel to dad's journal and i think thats nice. john's journal was a great prop it was so cool.

i will most likely keep watching just because i wanna see how gabe and rowena (and more??) fit into things, and also the whole time-traveling dean thing, and the general mess of theory and insanity that's been going on about this show. and it's really not half bad so far!

so far? maybe 7/10. i'm honestly kinda having a good time.

[writethelifeyouwant]

Bad Reputation | Part 2 - Jenneel x OFC Mini Series

Summary: When Yaz starts as a freshman at the same college that her older twin step-siblings –Danneel and Jensen– are attending, she quickly takes advantage of all the benefits that living away from home offers; chiefly, that she can now sleep with as many alphas as she wants, and her family can’t do anything to stop her. But when the twins’ friend, Jared, reveals that he fucked their step-sister and she’s starting to develop a bit of a reputation on campus, Jensen and Danneel decide it’s time they teach Yaz a lesson.

Pairing: Alpha!Danneel x Alpha!Jensen || Alpha!Danneel x Omega!Yaz x Alpha!Jensen Rating: 18+ Warnings: Sibling Incest / Non-consensual Step-Sibling Incest Tags: Alpha!Danneel, Alpha!Jensen, Danneel and Jensen are twins, Alpha!Jared, Omega!Yaz, Dark!Danneel, Dark!Jensen, catfishing, manipulation, sexting, incestuous awakenings, mutual masturbation, orgasms, orgasm denial Word Count: 4.5k Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Possessive Alpha | @supernatural-jackles TMASB - Jensen Ackles | @anyfandomdarkbingo - Incest

A/N: This fic is a personalised commission for @unfortunate-brat! If you’d like me to write you something to make all your dirty fantasies come true – send me a message!

Mini Series Masterlist

Yaz heard her phone chime in her backpack and dug into the front pocket to pull it out. Her face immediately split into a wide smile when she saw the UMatch notification. She’s been texting a new alpha via the app recently, and he was unbelievably hot. Well, his body was at least, they hadn’t swapped face pics or arranged a time to meet up yet. Yaz had a good feeling about this one though, and with her heat coming up, she was really hoping she could convince him to bunk down with her for it. 

AlphaDJ: Hey baby girl, whatcha doin?

‘Baby girl’ probably would have been presumptuous in any other situation, it wasn’t something you usually called a sexting buddy you’d only been talking to for a couple weeks but Yaz loved it. The nickname made her insides go all gooey every time she read it. In her head, DJ had a soft, gravely voice but she didn’t know for sure, because he never spoke on any of the videos they’d exchanged. 

His message was casual, something that could very easily just be an opening for a regular chat, but that wasn’t Yaz’s M.O. and DJ knew it. Looking around the dining table she was sitting at with her friends, Yaz quickly typed out a reply and put her phone in her lap, expecting DJ to text back quickly. 

OmegaBB: Just at dinner with friends, wbu?

There was barely a wait before DJ’s response came through. 

AlphaDJ: Touchin my dick lookin at those videos you sent last week

Yaz felt her cheeks flush hotly when she read the message, quickly checking that none of her friends were paying attention before she allowed herself a small giggle of excitement, trying to think of something sexy to say in response. But before she could reply, another message from DJ popped up. 

AlphaDJ: Think you could give me some new inspiration? 

A surge of arousal shot through her core as Yaz contemplated how she could play this. Normally, she’d want to be a brat about it, tease him and make DJ work for it a little, but to be honest she was pretty horny herself, and the idea of going back to her dorm and throwing on some cute lingerie to touch herself in sounded pretty great. 

OmegaBB: Sure thing 😉 as soon as I’m done here I’ll head back to my dorm 

OmegaBB: I got myself a little present last weekend that I think you might like 😏

AlphaDJ: No. Now. 

OmegaBB: Wow bossy much?

AlphaDJ: Well, I am the alpha here. Don’t you want to make your alpha happy baby girl?

A wave of conflicting emotions shot through Yaz as she read DJ’s message. His presumptuousness made her want to refuse everything he was asking for and play the cocktease, but the omega inside her was mewling, wanting to bend to the alpha’s will. She was annoyed at herself for actually finding his cocky, entitled attitude to be a turn on, but she couldn’t deny that she was attracted to someone who was confident taking control.

Her phone chimed again as she considered her options. 

AlphaDJ: C’mon baby girl, I don’t like to be kept waiting 

AlphaDJ: Look how hard this cock is for you already

Yaz practically whimpered when she opened the picture DJ had sent. His cock was lying against his stomach, hard as a rock, and leaking precum from the dark red tip, which was pooling enticingly on his incredibly defined abs. Feeling a stab of bravery, she pushed down the parts of herself that were longing to submit and shot back a bratty reply instead. 

OmegaBB: Wow, that looks a little painful, you should get someone to help you out with that

While Yaz waited for DJ’s answer, her whole body singing in trepidation, she began to finish her dinner more quickly. 

“Hot date?” Shelly asked with a smirk when she noticed Yaz’s sudden determination to inhale her meal. 

“...Maybe,” Yaz answered slyly, her eyes twinkling in excitement behind her glasses, and Shelly grinned a little morosely. 

“Just leave some decent alphas on campus for the rest of us, okay? At this rate every decent knot in the school has been in your bed.” 

“Hey!” Yaz acted scandalised but really, she knew it was true. She had been industrious this year, to say the least. The rest of her protest was interrupted when her phone chimed again and she immediately cut herself off to see what DJ had said to her last retort. 

AlphaDJ: Image attached

Flushed with excitement, Yaz opened the picture immediately and felt her heart drop down to her stomach. The image was a pile of restraints – ropes, leather cuffs, collar, chains – all piled high on a messily made bed, like he’d just gotten up and dumped the toys onto the covers in his place. He had them stashed some place with very easy access; Yaz shivered at the thought. 

AlphaDJ: I thought you were a good girl, but if you’re gonna be a brat, this is what you’ve got waiting for you when we meet up

OmegaBB: Is that supposed to be a threat? 

AlphaDJ: Ooh, I knew you were a slut, but are you a kinky little slut too?

AlphaDJ: You like the idea of me cuffing you to my bed and knotting you through your next heat?

Yaz’s breath caught in her chest as she read the messages, the remainder of her food entirely forgotten. Her blood was singing in arousal, and she could feel her slick beginning to gather in her panties, making her squirm. As if he could read her thoughts, another message from the alpha popped up at that instant. 

AlphaDJ: Bet you’re soaking your panties just thinking about it, aren’t you baby girl?

Yaz groaned under her breath, feeling herself clench as she typed back. 

OmegaBB: So what if I am? 

She had DJ’s reply barely a second later. 

AlphaDJ: Show me

Yaz’s cheeks flamed bright red when she read the instruction, and ridiculously, she found herself considering how to obey without getting caught. 

AlphaDJ: Now baby girl, show your alpha how wet you are for him 

“She’s never gonna do it,” Jensen smirked over Danneel’s shoulder as she sent Yaz another message. 

“She shouldn’t,” Danneel agreed, her mouth set in a hard line. “But we need to see just how far she’s willing to go. If she’s out there sending pussy pics to random guys in public, then she’s even worse than I thought,” the girl scoffed, thoroughly unimpressed. 

“Well you’re not leaving her much of a choice there, Dee,” Jensen pointed out, bouncing on the end of his bed idly. “You’re being pretty demanding.” 

“Oh please,” Dee brushed off her brother’s criticism. “This is nothing. Plus she can always say no. She’s enough of a brat to stand up to alphas when she wants to, but clearly she wants to be the big slut on campus, so,” she shrugged, then swivelled her gaze back to her phone when the message notification chimed. 

OmegaBB: Image Attached

Danneel brandished the phone at Jensen smugly. 

“Told you so,” she quipped with a teasing smile, and Jensen kicked the chair she was sitting in in chagrin, so it began spinning lazily beneath his sister – twirling and showing her off as if she were on some rotating pedestal. 

“What’d she send?” he asked, trying to keep his voice only mildly curious so Dee wouldn’t think he was a total perv. Danneel was shaking her head as she looked at the image on her phone, as if she was disappointed in the response they’d gotten from their baby sister. 

“Hardly gonna get herself laid sending shit like that,” Dee scoffed, flashing the phone in Jensen’s direction. 

The image was dim, obviously taken in low light, probably beneath the dining hall table since she’d said she was still at dinner. Yaz was wearing a skirt – typical slut attire, Jensen thought inwardly – and her knees were spread so you could see a small peek of the black silky panties she was wearing. The soft flesh of her thighs curved enticingly where her legs rested on the bench she was sitting on, and Jensen swallowed a little harder than he’d intended as he stared at the bare expanse of skin leading up to his step sister’s most private places. Sure, he’d already seen her pussy, and it was a good one, but there was something incredibly erotic about the photos that only teased or hinted at something more. And the idea that she’d taken this in a room full of other people, sitting at a table surrounded by her friends, that had Jensen’s cock twitching in his jeans. 

“Uhm,” he cleared his throat embarrassedly when Danneel raised a quizzical brow at his silence. “I don’t know, that’s definitely risky.” He hoped his sister hadn’t noticed how scratchy his voice had suddenly become in the face of his arousal, but he knew he was wishing in vain. 

“Oh my god, you’re actually getting horny from this!?” Dee stared at his, aghast, before she broke into a fit of giggles. “God, boys are so easy to get to,” she taunted. 

“Shuddup,” Jensen grunted, sitting back further on his bed so he was leaning against the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest to hide any visual evidence of his current train of thought. “You can’t tell me lookin’ at pictures of omegas spreadin’ their legs when you tell ‘em to doesn’t get you goin’,” he accused with a stern look in her direction, but Dee just smirked. 

“I’m a little more discerning, thank you very much,” she quipped, but any further discussion of the issue was halted when Danneel’s phone buzzed again with a second message. 

OmegaBB: Image Attached

“Holy shit,” Dee swore when she opened it, and Jensen immediately scrambled to the edge of the bed to look over her shoulder again. 

“Fuck,” he almost whimpered as he looked at the photo Yaz had just sent as a follow up to her first – though he would never admit to whimpering, he was an alpha for godssake. 

The new photo still had the girl’s bare thighs and black panties in view, but now they were fuzzy images in the background of the main event. The lighting was still dim, Yaz apparently hadn’t thought it was worth it to risk using the flash, but she’d edited the photo this time to brighten it up a bit, oh god, Jensen was glad she had. Two of her fingers were held out, pressed together tightly, and glinting with trails of slick lacing back and forth over her skin. Jensen felt his dick instantly start to fill as he raked his eyes over every inch of the new photo. 

Danneel shifted in the swivel chair, the movement distracting Jensen from their baby sister’s slutty little fingers for a moment, and he noticed a tent in his twin’s sweatpants. He smirked triumphantly. 

“Discerning, huh?” he sniggered, and Dee jumped, her trance broken by Jensen’s comment, and she scowled up at him when her brain caught up with his taunt. “You’re just as hard up as me right now, don’t even try to deny it,” Jensen grunted, dropping himself back on his bed and blatantly readjusting himself in his pants, trying to make himself more comfortable. Danneel went back to staring at her phone screen. 

“Are you gonna answer that? Or are we just ghosting our baby sister now?” Jensen asked after a minute of silence with no movement on the part of his twin. She shook herself and immediately set about typing, showing Jensen after she’d sent it. 

AlphaDJ: Fucking hell baby girl, you really are a slut. You stuck your fingers up your pussy in front of all those people, just to please me? 

OmegaBB: Do I get a reward now? 

AlphaDJ: Rub your thighs together, feel how wet you are for your alpha. Clench that pussy and feel how empty it is. I want you desperate for me

OmegaBB: Fuck I am desperate, please

AlphaDJ: Please what? 

OmegaBB: I don’t know OmegaBB: Anything

AlphaDJ: Have you left dinner yet? You need to be somewhere you can touch yourself properly

OmegaBB: I’m heading back to my dorm right now

Danneel showed the string of texts to Jensen once again, and he couldn’t help reaching down to palm himself over his pants, desperate for a little relief from the aching pressure of his hard-on.  

“You gonna jerk off along with her?” Dee scoffed, eyeing Jensen’s crotch, and the condescension in her tone really set his teeth on edge. He didn’t know what exactly prompted him to say it, maybe he was just trying to shock his twin, or knock her down a peg. He just had the urge to challenge her, the alpha instincts in his blood bubbling to the surface in his heightened state of arousal. 

“Why not?” Jensen shrugged, aiming for nonchalance but probably winding up somewhere closer to frustration. “It’s her fault I’m hard in the first place, may as well let her gimme a hand with it.” 

Danneel blinked at Jensen, her warm brown eyes wide with surprise, but their irises were slowly being eclipsed by the hungry black of her pupils. 

This hadn’t been part of the plan. All Danneel had suggested they do was catfish Yaz for a little while, convince her to meet up, and then leave her humiliated, high, and dry when she turned up and was only met with her older step-siblings rather than a horny alpha ready to fuck her through her heat. She needed to be taught that whoring herself out around their campus on the university dating app was stupid, and pathetic. The twins physically getting off on it was never part of the plan, but right now Jensen was hard, and Danneel still was too from the look of her sweatpants, and he figured why the fuck not? 

It might be even more humiliating for Yaz to find out that Jensen had used her as spank bank material. That could really hammer home the point that she was just a stupid slut for allowing something like this to even happen in the first place. She would really learn to be more careful. 

“Gimme the phone,” Jensen stuck out his hand and Danneel handed it over, a look of intrigue on her face.  

AlphaDJ: Where are you?

OmegaBB: Just a couple more minutes from the dorm

AlphaDJ: I’ve waited long enough for you omega, find the nearest alley or bush or something 

OmegaBB: Excuse me??

AlphaDJ: Well you don’t have to hide if you don’t want to, feel free to stuff your fingers in your cunt in the middle of the quad and send me a video from there AlphaDJ: But I want a video of you fucking yourself in the next thirty seconds or you aren’t gonna like the punishment

Jensen looked at his watch, eyes following the second hand as it ticked slowly around the face, counting down the thirty second time limit he’d given Yaz. As he waited, he used his free hand to unbutton his pants and quickly shove them down his legs so they bunched around his knees, giving him enough room to spread his thighs and get his hand down his boxers. He groaned indulgently when he finally felt the skin on skin contact of his hand around his cock, massaging the aching extremity firmly in his grasp. Thirty seconds ticked by on his watch and he grinned maliciously at the phone. 

“Oh baby girl, you’re in trouble now,” he groaned, stroking himself more eagerly as he typed out an admonishment. “You’re not gonna like what you’ve got coming your way.” 

“What isn’t she gonna like?” Danneel asked from her chair, and Jensen noted with a small surge of self satisfaction that she sounded a touch more breathless than she had a moment ago. 

“If you want to keep reading, come over here,” Jensen jerked his head to indicate the empty patch of bed beside him. “I’m not gonna keep passing you the damn phone when I’m in the middle of somethin’.” 

Danneel looked hesitant for just a moment, but then she took a breath and left the chair, dropping herself down on the twin bed next to Jensen and leaning back against the wall in mimicry. Jensen watched, incredibly smug, as Dee’s eyes widened obviously as she read his last few messages to Yaz. 

“Now who’s pushing it?” she smirked at her brother from beneath her lashes, and Jensen felt his mouth go a little dry as she stared at him and he stared back. 

The buzz of the phone broke the moment. 

OmegaBB: Video Attached 

AlphaDJ: Better late than never 

Jensen typed out the quick reply before opening the video that she’d sent through. The angle was awkward, and he couldn’t really tell where she was except that she must be somewhere outside because he could hear birds chirping in the background. Yaz herself was clearly fighting to stay as quiet as possible, though the phone had picked up the faint sound of her fingers pressing into her body, forcing her slick to leak out around the small digits. 

Jensen let out a gust of breath as he watched his step-sister fingering herself for him in an alley somewhere on campus. God, the amount of control he had over her right now was intoxicating. Did she let all the alphas she fucked have this much power over her? If she did, she was really fucking stupid.

“God, look how small her hand is,” Danneel breathed as she watched the video next to him, and Jensen felt her shoulder brush against his as she pushed in closer to him to get a better view. 

“Imagine how fuckin’ tight she’d be if that’s all she ever fucked herself with,” Jensen mused, now jerking himself off in earnest as the video clip replayed itself. He zoomed in to get a closer look at her tiny fingers pushing themselves inside her pussy, splitting the dark pink flesh open invitingly as she rolled her hips down into her hand. “Too bad she’s such a whore, bet she’s barely tight at all these days.” 

OmegaBB: Alpha? 

The message popped up on top of the screen, and Jensen quickly minimised the video to answer. 

AlphaDJ: Such a good slut, fucking yourself for me

AlphaDJ: Add another finger now, show me

Jensen sent the demands and waited with bated breath, and while he did, he felt Danneel shifting beside him on the bed. When he glanced over, he saw her slipping a hand slowly into her sweatpants, and he grinned wryly. 

They’ve shared a room every year at college so far, so Jensen figured that Danneel must have jerked off with him in the room at some point in time, because he definitely had sometimes when he was sure she was asleep and he had really needed the relief. He’d never thought about it very much though, the idea that his twin was just as much an alpha as he was, and had the same urges he did. The sight of her sliding her hand into her pants while sitting shoulder to shoulder with him was surprisingly arousing for him, and he felt his cock leak a drop of precum out over his fingers when he teased them around the head. 

Danneel caught him looking at her, but Jensen couldn’t peel his eyes away. She locked her eyes onto his and he watched as the muscles in her face went slack as she sank into the sensations of pleasure that she was giving herself. God, she was fucking beautiful like this. He felt her gaze drop to his lips for the barest of moments before flicking back to his eyes, and Jensen licked his lips, only letting himself consider his next move for a second before he acted. 

Their lips touched uncertainly, each sibling testing the waters, judging if it was worth crossing this line and wading into deeper waters. When Danneel’s tongue poked out between her lips and danced over Jensen’s mouth hesitantly, he made up his mind. Dropping the phone on the bed, he reached out to pull Dee into him closer, cradling her cheek in his palm as he met her kiss with equal dedication, pushing his tongue into her mouth and drinking in the warm, familiar taste of his twin sister – familiar because it was so similar to his own. The phone chimed with a new message from Yaz, breaking their kiss, leaving both twins panting heavily and staring at each other with combinations of astonishment and trepidation. 

Danneel reached out for the phone and retrieved it from its fallen spot on the comforter. She clicked on the message and played the new video, this one showing Yaz pumping three of her fingers into her dripping pussy. 

“Tell her to go faster,” Jensen panted as he increased his own hand’s pace. Danneel pulled her hand out of her pants to send the text and her twin took advantage of the opportunity that presented for him. Working fast, he reached into Dee’s sweatpants and panties and pulled her cock free, moaning at the sight of it in his hand, the tip red and shining with precum, which he was sure matched his own. 

Danneel’s head snapped back and hit the wall when Jensen began to jerk her off. She breathed deep and luxuriated in the feelings for a moment before she shook herself and went back to the task of sending Yaz instructions. Jensen pulled himself free of his boxers and began to stroke himself and Dee more quickly, wringing his hand around the heads of their cocks at the same time and drawing simultaneous moans from both their chests. 

“Fuck, your hand feels good,” Dee sighed, bucking her hips up into her brother’s touch, and he smiled in smug satisfaction that the blissed out look of pleasure on his sister’s face was his doing. 

“Don’t get distracted, sis,” he admonished teasingly, nodding his head towards the phone that had nearly fallen from her limp hands. “Tell our omega to fuck herself good and hard for us.” 

“Shit, I like the sound of that,” Danneel laughed breathlessly. “Our little Yaz, our omega.” 

“If she belongs to anybody it better fuckin’ be us,” Jensen groaned, his own breathing becoming unsteady as he began to climb closer and closer to his finish. 

OmegaBB: fuck alpha feels so good OmegaBB: wish it was your fingers

OmegaBB: wish it was your cock 

“God what a fucking whore,” Dee whimpered, biting her lip to keep from groaning in pleasure too loudly. 

AlphaDJ: wish it was my cock too ‘mega

AlphaDJ: you’ve been a very bad girl, getting me hard and teasing me with your soaking cunt 

AlphaDJ: how are you gonna make it up to me?

OmegaBB: anything you want alpha

OmegaBB: spend my heat with me, knot me a hundred times, as much as you want 

AlphaDJ: beg me for it 

OmegaBB: please please please, need you alpha 

OmegaBB: need you to fuck me so bad, need your knot 

AlphaDJ: yeah I bet you do

AlphaDJ: can a slut like you even cum without a knot in their cunt?

OmegaBB: I’m so close alpha, gonna cum so hard for you 

Jensen just managed to push a small laugh out of his lungs, all his energy focused on getting himself and Dee off, but he found Yaz’s ignorance too funny. 

“What’re you laughing at?” Dee glanced in his direction, and he smirked wickedly. 

“Tell her she’s not allowed to cum,” he panted heavily, nodding at the phone. “She didn’t follow my orders earlier, she took too long sending the video.” 

“Fuck, you’re evil,” Danneel moaned, typing out Jensen’s instructions and pressing send enthusiastically. Then she pointed the phone in Jensen’s direction. “She should have to watch you cum while she’s not allowed to,” she smirked, and Jensen groaned as he felt his balls tighten up in arousal, his climax fast approaching. 

“Now who’s evil?” he grunted playfully. 

Dee turned on the camera and pointed it at his lap, focusing in close on Jensen jerking off. His hand flew over his cock instinctively, touching himself in every way he knew to push himself over the edge to his finish. He grunted when it hit him, his muscles clamping up as he shot over his fingers and stomach, breath caught in his throat and wheezing out softly as he bit his lip, trying to restrain himself from making any noise on the video that Yaz might possibly recognise as his voice. 

Dee quickly saved the video and sent it, along with a taunting message telling her how good it felt to cum knowing that she was being a good girl and following his instructions. Then she dropped the phone back to the bed and climbed over Jensen’s lap, leaning in and kissing him wildly, her hand pushing between their bodies to grab at her brother’s. She dragged his hand off his dick and brought it to hers, encouraging him to stroke as she ground her hips down on him, bucking into the channel of his fist, helpfully slicked with his own pleasure. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jensen groaned against Danneel’s mouth, sucking her bottom lip between his and biting sharply. “Wanna watch you cum, c’mon sis, cum f’me,” he panted, twisting his wrist over the head of her cock, hoping she liked it just as much as he did. He was in luck.

Danneel and Jensen were lying together on her twin bed, Jensen’s arm curled possessively around her dainty shoulders as they flicked through the messages they’d been sending Yaz earlier. 

“So,” Dee cleared her throat as she thought about how best to broach this topic. “You know how I’m kind of an evil genius?” 

Jensen snorted. “Um, sure,” he gave her a wry smile, and she hit him lightly on the chest. 

“I want to change up the plan a little bit, if that’s okay with you,” she shifted her eyes up to Jensen’s face and watched him curiously. 

“Change it how?” 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier… how you called Yaz our omega,” Dee trailed off, giving Jensen the space to chime in if he wanted to, but he stayed silent and let her carry on. “Well, I think she should be,” she concluded simply. “Clearly she’s too immature to take care of herself, since she’s parading herself all around campus like an all you can fuck buffet–”

Jensen snorted again. 

“–anyways,” Dee rolled her eyes at her brother. “I think she needs us to look out for her and put a stop to this, for good. So we make her ours, teach her how to behave properly, like a good omega should.” 

“You just want to fuck her, don’t you,” Jensen smirked suggestively. 

“And I want to watch you fuck her,” Danneel purred, trailing a finger lightly down Jensen’s chest and watching him shiver. “I want to tie her to this bed so she can’t go anywhere, make sure she receives an appropriate punishment for all the disgusting things she’s been letting other alphas do to her, then I want to fuck her within an inch of her life to prove that she’s always belonged to us, really. She was meant to be ours all along.”

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[incarnateirony]

Nothing funnier than the same people that have openly hated a show for ten years, and insulted the show for ten years, asking why they aren't being catered to by the series as it opens up into a full franchise.

Like, you guys realize, if you hate a show for 10 years and bitch about it nonstop, you're an anti, right? You don't get to claim Discerning Fan if you hate everything about the show and creatives for upwards of a decade.

Everything after that is irrelevant noise. Your opinions included. Yo, chucklefucks. TPTB doesn't have to care about the opinion of people who hate their show anyway, and they're definitely not going to pander to the people that openly hate their show.

If, perhaps, this feels like the walls closing in, maybe you should have thought about it and how you treated real people, much less how you treated the content.

But one thing TPTB is absolutely not going to do is appeal to a bunch of Show Antis that built themselves a little social hierarchy club in a convention space. Even if they have Real Powerful Fandom Friends. That shit doesn't help their profit margin. That shit doesn't help their franchise. That shit just doesn't do anything for anyone.

But after a decade of this, a literal decade, and escalations that attack their friends and family, or in the very least shit on them online 24-7, they're sitting here making confused ape noises picking their noses asking why they aren't being pandered to WHILE pretending they still have control of the conversation.

Narcissism run amok in consumers forgetting they're consumers watching the environment their false hierarchy was built in, in consumer space, go through a trash compactor to get rid of them so the new kids can have space without toxic fuckbags dragging the series.

You guys don't even pay out anymore. Most of you are Jared stans, though that's not exclusive; his M&Gs have been base for a year running and not selling out. Last J2 greet sold for less than Jensen solo. Misha's 30 is even decaying while people prioritize the 45. The only one selling REMOTELY close to how they always have is Jensen because he's relevant in All The Things And All The Interest Groups. Meanwhile meg donnelly is a huge star in the current demo and they need to let their franchise breathe, without a bunch of toxic leeches attached for the ride.

Just. Genuinely fucking hysterical they're still trying to console themselves they're being pandered to at all, whereas some of us know for a god given fact straight from Jackles what this is all for and always has been, but maybe they can push their propaganda of warped questions a few more times here at the end to feel like their fashy entitled asses are being pet and told they're still In Power or whatever.

Y'all motherfuckers have been fanning the door yelling, "I'LL LEAVE IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME, REALLY, I WILL!" for a decade, and still haven't left, and they're aware as fuck about that, because now even trying to get rid of you and inviting you to hate watch, you're still missing the goddamn memo. Fucking leave already. It's been 10 years.

Even those of you not Jared stans or wincels that sold your identity into the convention circuit group identity of socialite garbage, many of which are tripling down themselves to match as a unit to match the wincels, have shit to look at. The line between bitter and anti is irrelevant in TPTB's mind, yall both toxic to the franchise, bye. They're making space for people that actually like the modern show, and aren't just there for themselves and their own attention or access.

[shadowqueen402]

Amaunts Fatale: Part 8

(Meanwhile back at Trisha Jane's house)

A knock on the door was heard. Trisha Jane head over and opened it up. There was Marina, a serious look was on her face. "Tell me everything," Marina said as she entered inside.

"Emma went missing and so did Leo," Kaylo said. "We tried calling their numbers but all we got was voicemail. And recently, a clown named Attilio Caccini went missing. We later were held hostage and soon saw that Leo is in the Mafia…"

"Leo? In a Mafia?" Marina asked. "Uh oh, that's not good. We have to save him as well as Emma. There has to be a way to do so, but how?"

Debbie hummed for a moment. Then it occured to her. Out of all of the girls, she was the only one that Jackle was the most friendliest to. "I have an idea," She said. "I'll distract Jackle while you guys find out what's really going on."

"What do you mean?" Ava asked.

"Obviously, there's some kind of motive going on." Debbie had an in-deep thought look on her face. "I think that, if we get answers, we may be a step closer to saving Leo and Emma."

"She has a pretty good point," Rebecca said. "But I think we should talk to that behatted Mafia leader if we want answers. Not sure why, but I think he could be someone that we could rely on."

(Meanwhile with Lance's group)

Lance and the Nega bosses made their way down to Timeville. They settled in a secluding hiding area. Then, the group had their weapons prepared, ready to attack "Target sighted, Boss," Barktholomew said to Lance, staring at Wizeman, Reala, and Jackle. "What do we now?"

"Launching a stealthy attack would be the next wise move," Lance said. "After all, stealth is something you did improve."

Barktholomew giggled and pulled out his shot gun. He aimed it at Wizeman, and pulled the trigger. Wind tornadoes blasted out and swirled towards Wizeman, striking him.

Wizeman growled from the attack, catching Reala's and Jackle's attention. "Someone dares to pick a fight with me?" He boomed. "Then, it is a fight that they are going to get! Reala, Jackle, we must pay these perpetrators a visit. But we will be back soon."

Reala and Jackle lowered their weapons. "Seriously!?" Jackle growled. "Who would dare disturb our fights!? Why, I ought to give them something to be afraid of!" The three left, leaving Balan, NiGHTS, and Leo extremely confused.

What was going on?

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Ava belongs to @adventureavery76

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

[spnshameblog]

Ngl, I’m not really happy about The Winchesters being picked up even though I expected it. Jensen has made it very clear that we’re not his intended audience, so I doubt a lot of us would actually like it. It’s probably just gonna be a newer version of the first three seasons of supernatural but with more women and poc. And I’m sorry but even his attempts at diversifying the cast doesn’t seem genuine to me. I’m definitely not saying it’s a bad thing but it seems like he’s trying to get brownie points or fill some sort of quota.

First off anon Im so sorry, i was planning to answer and then forgot.

I pretty much feel the same. Marginalised people getting to see themselves in media is a good thing, so them having a queer guy and a woman of colour in the main cast is a good thing on paper. However a lot of people (including me and you) have the weird feeling that theyre doing this for clout and bc they think marginalised people will take any scraps theyre given.

Ofc we have no way of confirming this suspicion and we may be waaay off base, but i dont get tired of talking about how ive been here for a decade and ive seen jackles be weird around gay shit on spn, the most recent example being the very weird no homoing of the confession by calling it "holier than human love" or something. i dont think hes a straight up homophobe, but you will excuse me for being suspicious of his motives here.

also yeah he literally said people who werent gonna watch the prequel arent real fans, which was OBVIOUSLY a joke, i get it, but idk what hes expecting when he makes a prequel about john winch.

i think jackles is a lot more fandom savvy than he lets on, he definitely knows that the destiel/gay/not straight white american part of the fandom doesnt like john, so specifically the inclusion of a bi man and a brown woman feels like hes trying to bait that part of the fandom into watching the prequel anyways and it just sucks that we have reason to feel like our identities are deliberately being used to increase viewership.

if he wants to make a little show about john fucking winch and rewrite him into a better person than he canonically was, i cant stop him, but i see very very little chance of me paying any attention to this show once it airs and if that makes me "not a real fan". uh. idc lmao.

and what i find a bit annoying is people trying to guilt trip others who say they wont watch it bc "if this show fails jackles might not get to make other, better spn related shows". im glad you still havent given up hope, but im not waiting for jackles to come up with a stellar spn spinoff or a destiel show or whatever when his first and best idea for a spn related show was "prequel about two characters we literally already know everything about, one of which is hated by a big part of the fandom". I hope the actors can use this to jumpstart their careers, but other than that this can get cancelled after one season for all i care...

[theyarebothgunshot]

All this time I thought Jensen was the one scared of coming out and Misha was only keeping it secret to protect Jensen. Now I see Misha's reaction to Jensen saying he wanted to kiss Misha for real, and Misha backed away? Huh?

Why would he back away like that when J wants to go in for the public makeout on stage?

because misha might look chaotic from time to time but he's the one who is probably most in tune with the fandom and knows that it would explode the internet and have consequences

[orionsangel86]

Thinking today about what I would say to my post SPN finale self if I could go back in time and speak to her.

Girl dry your tears and forget this stupid show. It will never truly end so no point wasting any more energy on it.

You'll love the J2 divorce. Real fun times. Full on break down twitter tantrum from the pissbaby because Jackles decided to create a SPN prequel no one asked for and forgot to tell his "BFF".

Jackles mind is insane. The finale must have broke him as much as it broke you. Dude goes and writes and creates a whole song from Dean's POV in which he reciprocates and confesses to Cas. Destiel goes canon for the 194747291027 time.

Later, after a year of desperate begging, Jarpiss manages to get Jackles to direct on his stupid cop show, and Jackles, being the perfect mix of insane and passive aggressive, fills his episode with easter eggs specifically related to Misha, Castiel, and Destiel. Jury's still out on whether the overgrown man baby noticed.

Not to worry though girl, by this point in time you'll be too wrapped up in celebrating an actual explicitly queer gorgeous lead love story romcom about gay pirates to pay too much attention to the train wreck that is everything SPN. Turns out, there are actual filmmakers out there who choose to treat you with respect.

So dry those tears and ease up on the rage, since the bitterness in your heart will keep simmering for years to come and you might as well enjoy the drama rather than let it actually affect you in any way that matters.

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Aphrodisiac - SYBG Saga Timestamp

Summary: It’s Jared’s birthday, and Jensen and Y/N are determined to make it the best one yet.

This is set in the Since You’ve Been Gone universe, between the time when they bought the house and got married. You don’t need to read the series to understand or enjoy this oneshot.

Tags: established polyamorous relationship, aphrodisiac, drug enduced arousal, threesome, bisexual threesome, double vaginal penetration, cum play, creampie, anal play, m/m, fingering, mentions of blowjobs, mentions of cum swallowing, mentions of facial, anal sex, oral sex (fem rec), face riding, think that’s it 😅

@spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Polyamourous // Tell Me a Story Bingo Square Filled: Jared Padalecki

WC: ±1.3k

A/Ns: Written for Kink bingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo. Inspired by a filthy porn gif. I really enjoyed revisiting this throuple - I should do it more often! I have several ideas!

Also, thought it was only apt to post this on Jared's actual birthday! ❤️

J2 x Reader Masterlist // Bingos Masterlist

“Cheers,” Jared smirks, holding the pill up in front of him. Y/N giggles and does the same, looking at Jensen.

“Are we actually doing this?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow. He holds the pill in his fingers and looks to see the matching smirks on his partners’ faces.

“C’mon, Jen, live a little,” Jared teases. “It’s my birthday.”

“C’mon baby, they probably won’t work anyway,” Y/N reasons. Jensen looks between them both again and huffs.

“Fine, but if this goes wrong I’m blaming you both,” he grumbles. Jared shoots Y/N a wink, before putting the pill in his mouth and then swallowing it down with some whiskey. Jensen watches Y/N do the same, before following suit and swallowing his own.

“And now we wait,” Jared announces, pouring them all fresh measures of whiskey.

“How long is it supposed to take?” Jensen checks.

Grabbing the boxes, Y/N reads the instructions.

“For you guys apparently as little as five minutes, for me up to ten,” she reads out.

“I don’t know why I let you two talk me into this, it’s not like any of us need help in that department right now,” Jensen scoffs. Ever since moving into their new place, they’ve apparently been making it their mission to leave no inch unfucked in. Y/N giggles and moves his hand holding his drink away from his lap so she can straddle him.

“No, but it’ll be funny, besides, if you guys wanna start trying for a family straight after the wedding, then we need to make the most of these moments whilst we can,” she purrs, bringing her lips close to his.

“She’s got a point, Stack,” Jared speaks up from behind Y/N.

“Besides, they’re only aphrodisiacs, most of the time they don’t work,” she justifies, “probably all psychological.”

Jensen leans forward to press his lips to her, and she kisses him passionately, grinding herself down into his lap.

“Shortest ten minutes of my life,” Jared chuckles, coming to sit a little closer to the two of them. Y/N pulls back and smirks at him, so Jensen moves his kisses to her jaw, already feeling his arousal stirring.

“I don’t need an aphrodisiac to want to fuck my boys,” she purrs at Jared. Jensen can hear Jared moving, and then he sees them kissing out the corner of his eye as he moves to kiss down her neck. Jensen feels Jared’s hand grip the back of his neck and smiles slightly into the kiss he’s placing on Y/N’s collarbone. His cock is definitely paying attention now.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” Y/N asks breathlessly.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Jensen growls. He stands up and forces Y/N to her feet. She looks up at him with a pout on her lips and Jensen chuckles.

“You go on up with the birthday boy,” he orders softly. Jared rises to his feet and offers Y/N a hand which she takes. She giggles and bites her bottom lip as Jared leads her towards the stairs, stopping to kiss Jensen as he passes.

“What are you going to do?” Jared asks quietly against Jensen’s lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right there. I’m gonna grab some snacks and alcohol, we’re gonna need all the energy we can get.”

Jensen can see Y/N’s legs trembling as Jared fucks up into her, a slight sweat shining over her back, Jared’s blunt fingernails digging into the flesh, and Jensen reaches to place his hand over Jared’s and squeeze as he gets closer and closer to his climax. Jared links their fingers, and thrusts harder, rubbing along Jensen’s length in the perfect way. Jensen pulls out and wraps a hand around his cock in an attempt to replicate the feeling of Y/N’s tight hole wrapped around him. He watches Jared and Y/N kiss sloppily as he squeezes Jared’s hand a little harder and grunts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Y/N moans as Jensen shoots his load over Jared’s cock and Y/N’s entrance, and as Jared lifts his hips to fuck into her again, Jensen watches his cum get fucked up into Y/N’s pussy via Jared’s length.

“Hm, that’s better,” Jared hums with a smirk, “so nice of you to provide the lube, Jen,” he teases. Jensen chuckles, and reaches forward, rubbing his fingers down Jared’s length and collecting the excess mess.

He realises his cock isn’t going down, and he can only assume it’s the viagra they made him swallow a few hours ago. Not that he minds, because he’s definitely interested in another round, especially with the way Y/N is moaning as Jared continues to fuck her. With his fingers thick with his own climax, Jensen drags them underneath Jared’s balls, and begins to tease his hole with them.

“Gonna need all the lube I can get to fuck you with, baby,” Jensen hums, and Jared groans as Jensen teases his ass. Jensen watches as Jared’s balls tighten and his grip becomes painful on the hand of Jensen’s he’s still holding. A strangled cry leaves Jared’s lips and Y/N moans too, and Jensen can tell from the way Jared throbs inside her that he’s cumming deep in her pussy.

As Y/N lifts her hips and Jared’s cock slips out and slaps against his stomach, her hole starts leaking Jared’s cum, which Jensen is eager to collect and rub at Jared’s opening again. Jensen pushes two fingers softly inside Y/N’s warm pussy, eager to collect as much of their climaxes as he can. His fingers come out sloppy and white, and he eagerly drops them to Jared’s hole and pushes them slowly inside. Y/N unmounts Jared’s waist and turns so she can watch Jensen work, biting her bottom lip.

“You’re still hard, baby,” she purrs, wrapping her hand around Jared’s cock as she slowly pumps.

“Jesus christ,” Jared chokes out. “I don’t think I can take another,” he whimpers. Y/N looks at Jensen and smirks. Jensen knows they’re both thinking the same thing.

“C’mon, birthday boy, this is your special day. We just wanna make you feel good,” Jensen teases, “don’t you want me to fuck you?”

Jared lets out another strangled moan and gasps for air.

“Yeah, Jen,” Jared finally replies. Y/N giggles and then leans down to softly kiss Jared’s cock, licking in gentle stripes up his climax laced length. “But four times in a coupla hours,” he complains.

“You didn’t like cumming in my mouth, baby boy?” Jensen teases.

“Ye-yeah, fuck yeah Jen-” Jared swallows.

“And on my face?” Y/N adds, still kissing up and down his cock.

“Yeah,” Jared breathes heavily.

“We don’t have to touch you this time,” Jensen offers, “I’ll fuck your ass and baby girl can sit on your face, would you like that?”

“Fuck.” Jared tips his head back, and Jensen and Y/N have their answer.

Y/N moves to slowly straddle Jared’s face, and Jensen watches as Jared reaches up to hold her ass and eagerly starts licking at her pussy, no doubt tasting everyone’s climaxes on her skin. Jensen’s happy with how open he’s fucked Jared’s hole with his fingers and pulls them out, stroking his cock softly before pushing Jared’s legs up a little. He lines himself up with Jared’s hole and then slowly pushes forward, watching Jared’s fingertips dig into the soft flesh on Y/N’s ass.

“We should do this more often,” Jensen pants, watching Y/N tip her head back as she moans loudly above Jared and grips the headboard for support. And Jensen’s not sure how long it’s gonna take for the pills to wear off - but he’s hoping it’s not anytime soon.

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On a rate of 1-10 how sure are you that Jensen got a boner on stage after Misha straggled him? I always used to think it’s a funny fan made theory. But now when I rewatch the gifs, it’s ‘hard’ to ignore the obvious. Or maybe I’m seeing things lol. But one thing’s for sure, Jensen was acting extremely weird after that whole incident and was kinda grumpy/annoyed towards Jared. Lol

Anon your killing me here! ☺️

I was already in the cockles dumpster when I started hearing about Jackles and his, um... issues downstairs whenever Misha and him are on stage. I can't say if he has that problem or not, I haven't seen any gifs to confirm this, and I've looked so now I'm curious again. Usually I'm paying attention to them, not watching to see if Misha causes his hubby to pitch a tent or not. But honestly I wouldn't be surprised, so your probably not seeing things.😊

As for the second half of your ask. What Jensen and Misha have is very rare. Well sometimes they tend to forget where they are or Jackles tends to forget. In the case of straddle-gate at jibcon, that's what happened. They had to send Jared out to pretty much babysit and keep them from doing an all out porno which is what it could have turned into. Lol. This is also not the first time Jared has been sent out either and Jackles dislikes it, even when their being good Jared will crashed in.

Yeah Jackles likes to put on the grumpy act when on stage but he's very protective of his Mish and the little time they do get together, so his weird behavior could be him being pissed at Jared for coming out and also because he had been drinking too. With a couple exceptions, jib is the only con they get to do panels together unless one of them crashes the other during creation.

I got lost with this, apologies. All and all I'm not a behavior analyst so I can't say but anything is possible.