#jackles' smirk

[drulalovescas]

Happy two years to this absolute gem

KING SHIT

[spn-rewatch-ventzone]

The fight between Demon Dean and Cole is up there in my favorite Jensen acting moments. He just is having so much fun, and you can see it.

[aerialworms]

...would you fuck a clone of yourself?

Happy Birthday old man! Let me make fun of you!

I couldn’t decide which answer to give him in my last post so I gave him them all <3

+ Jackles bonus because that man is as deranged about Dean as I am:

(Image IDs (and episode IDs!) under cut)

[Image ID: Answers from the Buzzfeed quiz “Would you fuck a clone of yourself” meme edited over screenshots of Dean Winchester from various episodes of Supernatural.

1. 16 year old Dean from 9.07 Bad Boys looks confused and answers “I don't want to fuck my clone because it would be gay sex and I'm not gay.”

2. 18 year old Dean from 4.13 After School Special smirks and answers “I'm not gay, but I would actually totally fuck my clone”

3. 1.01 Pilot Dean stands in Sam’s apartment, smirking self-consciously, next to Sam, who looks disappointed with him. He continues the previous answer: “because I want to know if I'm good in bed.”

4.  Dean Smith, at his desk in 4.17 It’s a Terrible Life, looking concerned, answers “I'm gay, but I still don't want to fuck my clone, that's gross and weird.”

5. 8.17 Goodbye Stranger Dean sits at the map table in the Bunker and reads a porn magazine. He answers without looking up “It's basically the same as masturbating, right? So no big deal.”

6. Alternate Universe HunterCorp Dean from 15.13 Destiny’s Child sits on the other side of the map table in the Bunker. Looking bewildered, he answers “It’s not the same as masturbating; it'd be like having sex with your twin. Wrong and bad!

7. Dean, handcuffed on the floor in Endverse Dean’s cabin in 5.04 The End, tells his alternate self “I'd totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone I'd be embarrassed to ask someone else to do.”

8. In the same scene, Endverse Dean holds up his assault rifle and answers “I don’t want to fuck my clone because my self-loathing is THAT strong.”

9. Dean, completely under the memory curse in 12.11 Regarding Dean, says with wide eyes “I would not have sex with my clone because what if my clone is evil.”

10. Demon Dean in 10.01 Black, reclining naked in bed, makes a funny face and gestures cheekily as he answers “Not only would I have sex with my clone, I'd probably make a bunch of clones and just get it on with all of them at once because that's how pro-clone fucking I am.”

11. The bonus image. Dean, in Jensen Ackles’ trailer in 6.15 The French Mistake, holds up a fan magazine with Jensen and Jared on the front. He looks absolutely done. The box containing the quiz answer has been edited to look like a speech bubble coming from Jensen’s mouth on the magazine. It reads “To be honest, fucking my clone has always been my fantasy.”

All the images have been watermarked with the poster’s url “@aerialworms”. /End ID]

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Lonely Dancers

main masterlist | misc. jackles characters masterlist

SPOILERS! this story is set after the events of the movie and it (vaguely) spoils the ending

summary: when your boyfriend cheats on you, it leads you to tom hanniger

pairing: tom hanniger x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language, cheating, mentions of death/murder, hearing voices (briefly, very end of the fic)

author’s note: happy valentine’s day! i wrote (and barely edited) this very quickly because i wanted to publish it while it was still valentine’s day in my timezone! enjoy!

music: lonely dancers by conan gray — incredible song by an incredible artist! go pre-save the upcoming album!

Tears were still clouding your eyes as you sat at the bar. You’d driven here after walking in on your boyfriend with another woman—your two best friends had both betrayed you in the most gutwrenching way.

“Crappy Valentines?” the man a few seats down from you asked.

“Somethin’ like that,” you scoffed.

“Well–”

“Look no offense, but I’m really not in the mood to be hit on, okay? So kindly fuck off and let me drink in peace.”

He nodded curtly; “Ten-four.”

You finished the glass in front of you and gestured to the bartender for another. You downed that one quickly and again asked for another immediately after.

“Cheated on, huh?” the man from before asked and you finally turned to look at him. He had a small, sad smile on his plush, pink lips and his green eyes seemed to look at you with sympathy. 

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

“I, uh, I know the look,” he replied. “How about the next rounds are on me?” he offered, you smiled a little in thanks. “I’m Tom, by the way.” You told him your name, figuring it was the least you could do.

“So, Tom, I’m guessing your Valentine’s Day hasn’t been much better than mine?” you asked.

“What makes you say that?” he quoted you with a bit of a smirk.

“You’re drinking alone in a bar attached to a cheap-ass motel,” you retorted. 

“Touché,” he laughed. “So maybe my day’s been shitty too… or maybe I just came here to hit on the lonely hot chicks.”

You narrowed your gaze at him, stifling a laugh; “Maybe. But something tells me you came here for the booze and not the chicks.” His smile faded a little at that but he was quick to plaster it back onto his face. “So how about we drink together for a bit and when I’m buzzed enough we head over to the dance floor and act like our day hasn’t been hell?” you suggested. 

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

You both got to talking and eventually, you told him the whole story. He held back most of the comments he wanted to make; hope he drops fuckin’ dead, for example, or who in their right mind would do that to such a gorgeous fuckin’ woman!?

“Well, he sounds like a major dick,” he commented. 

You listened to his story too, though he clearly wasn’t being as open with you as you were with him. But, you couldn’t blame him. His issue seemed to be about trauma linked to the actual day and less about something that happened recently.

After nearly half an hour of talking, he took your hand and led you to the beat-down jukebox in the corner.

“Does this shitty thing even work?” you scoffed. 

“Let’s hope it does or this dancing thing is gonna be pretty awkward,” he joked. He managed to get a song playing. “May I have this dance?” He turned from the jukebox and looked at you, but quickly noticed the tears welling in your eyes. “Shit, you okay?”

You sighed with a nod; “This was kind of… our song,” you admitted.

“Of all the songs for me to pick,” he scoffed quietly, mentally kicking himself. “I… don’t know how to switch it.”

“That’s okay,” you said softly, a sad smile gracing your lips though the tears stayed in your eyes.

“How about we dance to it anyway?” he offered. “That way it’ll become our song and the next time you hear it you won’t think of that cheating bastard, you’ll think of the somewhat good-looking guy you met while drinking yourself half to death?” He smirked and wiggled his brows a bit, making you let out a laugh. 

“Somewhat good-looking, huh? Have you looked in any kinda mirror recently?”

He shrugged, still smirking; “Didn’t wanna seem too cocky; had to downplay my looks a little, gauge your reaction.” You let him put his hands on your hips as you both started swaying to the music.

“That so?” You put your hands on his shoulders before you trailed them to the back of his neck. “And what’d my reaction tell you, handsome?”

“That this song is now officially ours,” he replied. “And every time you hear it you’re gonna remember my handsome face instead of that ugly asshole’s.”

“Thanks for that, Tom.” You smiled up at him, continuing to let him guide your movements. “I’d much rather think of you.”

You rested your head on his shoulder and his grip on your waist changed to wrap around your torso. The song was slow so he didn’t feel the need to change anything about the way you two were dancing—he just held you and gently swayed back and forth with the rhythm.

When the song ended the next one that played was more up-beat and “danceable” so you pulled away a little.

“Oh my god, I love this song!” you exclaimed, beginning to dance a more energetically while you still kept your hands on him.

He chuckled at your reaction and began dancing more too. His hands went back to your waist and he twirled you around. With your back pressed against his chest he turned up the heat a little; trailing his hands forward and up your body slowly. You smiled widely, enjoying the feeling of his touch over the thin fabric of your long-sleeved crop top. He twirled you back around, your hands catching your weight on his chest.

He looked down into your eyes; “Just thought I should gauge your reaction again.”

“And what’s it saying this time?” You smiled up at him, keeping your hands on his chest.

“That it might be okay if I kiss you right now?” 

You nodded before he leaned down to place a kiss on your eager lips. Before he could, however, your phone rang and you pulled back to check it.

“Damn it,” you mumbled, seeing the name.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Tom asked and you nodded. You were about to answer but he whipped the phone from your hands and hit decline. “Stop,” he said when you reached for the phone, “forget that guy! He clearly doesn’t know how to love a woman like you—someone so gorgeous, funny… talented dancer.” The last one made you laugh through the sting of fresh tears. “And I hope he drops fuckin’ dead! How about we just keep dancing so I don’t have to see those tears slip down your pretty face, huh?”

“Guess I’m all yours tonight,” you replied.

“That’s more like it!” He took you back into his arms before he kissed you. 

**

You woke up the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on your apartment door. You sighed and grabbed your pepper spray before going to answer it. When you looked through the peephole, however, you smiled and placed the weapon down on the table by your front entrance.

“Hey Tom, what’re you doing here?” You smiled after you opened the door. He held out the bouquet of roses he had been hiding behind his back.

“Happy belated Valentine’s Day,” he said. “I hope I made it a little less shitty for you and that you won’t hate this holiday the way I do.”

“Thank you,” you replied as you took them from him. You stepped aside so he could walk in. “I’m gonna find a vase for these, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

He nodded and made his way to your couch. He knew the layout of your home and where you lived because he had driven you home last night (well, earlier that day, technically) and made sure you got inside safely. You had offered to let him spend the night but he had declined politely, saying that as much as he enjoyed your company he didn’t want the two of you to become a one-night-stand. “Besides,” he had said, “I’ve got something important I’ve gotta do.”

The idea that Tom’s ‘important thing’ may have been just getting you flowers made your heart swoon in a way that you’d never felt before.  

You hurried and put the flowers in a vase before you went over and sat next to Tom on the couch. He smiled at you before you turned on the TV.

“Wanna watch something?” you asked but your eyes widened when you looked at the screen; “Oh my god.”

“Two individuals brutally murdered last night…” the news reporter went on to say the names of your ex and his new girlfriend (your former best friend). “Officials say it was a robbery gone wrong, due to a missing engagement ring presumably still in the romantic, heart-shaped box it was purchased in barely two weeks ago from a local jeweler. No suspects are in custody—” 

Tom shut the TV off as tears began rolling down your cheeks.

“Th-They’re both dead…” you barely whispered. The thought of the two people you cared most about being killed for no fucking reason made a scream erupt from your throat. Tom pulled you into his chest and you sobbed, gripping his shirt with all your might.

“I-I’m so fucking sorry,” Tom whispered. 

**

After a (very long) session of tears and Tom’s gentle shushing, Tom was making breakfast in your kitchen as you sat at the table. 

“It could’ve been me,” you said. “I-If he hadn’t cheated on me, if we hadn’t broken up, I would’ve been in her shoes. I’d be dead.”

“Thank god you aren’t,” Tom said. 

“Maybe if I had answered his call–”

“Don’t think like that,” he interrupted. “Just be grateful that you weren’t there and that you’re okay. This isn’t your fault at all in any fucking way, you understand me? It was just a robbery gone wrong and as tragic as that is, that isn’t on you.”

You smiled a little, though tears were still slipping down your cheeks. He had a point and even if he was technically still a stranger, he seemed to care about you. 

“We’ve got her now, Tom. She’s all ours.”

“What’d you say?” Tom looked at you over his shoulder.

“Nothing.” You smiled sadly at him. “Just…thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

[wayward-dreamer]

Secret

Square/s Filled: Secret relationship - Tell Me A Story Bingo @supernatural-jackles​ / Co-worker AU - @anyfandomaubingo​ / Rough sex - @spnkinkevents​

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 912

Summary: Dean and Y/N find a few minutes to give into their desires, without their coworkers knowing.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, secret relationship, office romance, smut: dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

A/N: Hoping all this drabbling will help me write something longer soon. Hope you all enjoy! :)

Dean pressed Y/N up against the wall, his lips on hers in a rough embrace, his hands pushing up her skirt to pull her panties aside just as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she stated, out of breath as her hurried movements continued, tugging his belt off as she pushed his pants down.

He smirked as he stared down at her, loving the way her actions were completely contradicting her words. “Alright, but you’re tellin’ me you could stop right now?”

She glared at him, shaking her head as he chuckled, leaning in to plant kisses along her neck. Her eyes squeezed shut as his teeth scraped against the skin, a pleasured hiss escaping her as the bite was gentle but had enough of a sting to drive her crazy. His mouth drifted down to her breasts, exposed to him as he had already unbuttoned her shirt and moved the cups of her bra aside. She gasped as his lips closed over her right nipple, her arms draped around his broad shoulders pulling him closer.

“How much time do we have?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Five…” he muttered, as his tongue roamed over her flesh, “maybe six minutes if you’d stop talkin’.”

He groaned as her hand gripped his short hair tight, pulling his head back and making him look up at her. His green orbs locked with hers as they darkened with lust, and she knew she was in for it now. But that’s exactly what she wanted.

He reached back and flicked her hand away, his hips rutting against her, allowing her to feel how hard she made him. He kissed her roughly, his hand moving down between them and taking hold of his shaft, lining himself to her entrance.

In one swift motion, he sank deep into her, her jaw dropping at the feel of him, her walls sheathing him completely. He wasted no time considering they didn’t have any to spare, his pace rough and fast, his lips matching the ferocity of his thrusts as he continued the kiss. He pulled away for a brief moment, catching his breath as he gazed at her, smirking at the pure, erotic haze in her eyes. She moaned loudly, causing him to slap a hand over her mouth, not wanting to alert any of their colleagues about what they were doing in the archives room. They had been secretly hooking up for weeks, and while they felt more for each other, they still weren’t telling anyone any time soon.

“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he husked, his hand slipping into her hair, pulling her head back just as she had done to him, “don’t need anyone walkin’ in on us.”

“Fuck,” she whimpered, completely lost in the moment as she pressed her lips together.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as his hips slapped against her thighs, his own hands squeezing the soft skin. He thrust deeper into her, their lips locked in a frantic, needy kiss. He pounded into her, her head bumping into the wall behind her, repeatedly, but she didn’t care. All she could do was relish in the way he was ravishing her.

She cupped his face, her lips hard against his as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Her eyes closed tightly as her mouth hung open in a low cry, his plump mouth leaving marks that would show up the next day, along her neck and collarbone. Her nails scraped against her scalp as she tugged his hair, their foreheads pressed together, their breath fanning against each other’s lips as he grunted, the sound almost carnal as he knew he was close too.

He slammed into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot insider her with every thrust, making her forget once more where she was as she cried out in bliss. His mouth closed over hers, their lips fused together as her walls clenched around his shaft, both of them struggling to breath. His hips slapped against her in a few more sharp thrusts, a long, shrieking moan from her muffled by his lips as she came hard on his cock. He followed soon after, his seed coating her walls as he groaned low in his throat.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down.

“I think we gotta move,” he mumbled, reluctantly lowering her to her heeled feet.

They made themselves presentable again, her legs shaky from the romp as she walked out ahead of him, her heels clacking against the marble floors. She made sure she was covered up by her blouse before she sat down in the meeting, her friend and co-worker Charlie, rolling her chair closer to her.

“Where the hell were you?” she asked, confused by Y/N’s almost late arrival. “I tried calling.”

“A lot of slow walkers, sorry,” Y/N apologized, her eyes dropping down to the folder in front of her.

She glanced to the side quickly as she heard the chair next to her shift, their gazes locked for a second before they both turned their attention towards their boss. Neither of them looked at each other during the meeting unless they had to, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips as her foot slid up his leg under the table.

They might have been desperate to acknowledge their relationship in public, but their little secret definitely had its perks.

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[moosekateer13]

Covered by Roses

For @supernatural-jackles tell me story bingo

Square filled

Business Au

Warnings: Angst, Insecurity, Fluff

Summary Y/N always plays on the safe side of life. One day she goes out of her comfort zone and enters a date auction for her favourite tv show Supernatural. This isn't an ordinary auction instead of the fans bidding on dates with the actors. The actors bid on a date with a fan. You never know what will happen during this unfamiliar experience.

Inspired by Within Temptation's Covered by Roses

I feel my heart explode into particles. Love is always here, and I told you so.

Restless in dreams love carved in stone. This rhapsody of life in a way. I guess we all know it.

This is the craziest thing I've ever done. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. If anyone is going to bid on me.

I try to escape but Jared, and Jensen's bodyguard stops me.

“Dear you are beautiful don't sell yourself short. You might be in for a pleasant surprise who ends up bidding on you.” Clif reassured me.

I simply nod, unable to get any words out. I fiddle with my red dress.

Everything feels like it's muffled, and the lights are blinding. 

The feel of the auctioneer directing me to the person bidding on me. Alerts me it's time for that date. I feel like I'm about to faint when I see who it is: Jared Padalecki.

"Easy there darlin' don't go fainting on me. We haven't had our date yet."Jared said as he steadied me.

“It's okay Mr. Padalecki. You gave the money to the charity you can leave now.” I replied.

"I'm not going anywhere Y/N except a restaurant with you. None of this Mr. Padalecki stuff it's Jared."Jared reassured me.

He knows I will not tell him which restaurant I want to go to. He asks for my phone. I assume Jared figured out that would give him the answer.

We head to his rental car and he helps me into the passenger side.

I smile when I see what restaurant we've arrived at.

Jared lets out a small laugh.

I order my food then Jared.

“So I see you're a writer got anything I might have read?” Jared asked.

“I doubt it. I'm a small-time author, not a best seller.” I replied.

I take a bite of my pasta.

"Something tells me you are probably an amazing author Y/N. Do you have a copy with you?" Jared said.

I reluctantly fish through my bag and hand him my copy.

He happily takes a copy and reads the back.

"This looks amazing darlin' you are selling yourself short." Jared said with a smirk.

“Thanks. You can have that copy.” mumbled.

“That one yours. I'd love to buy a copy. It's on Amazon right?” Jared said.

I simply nod he’s rendered me speechless

Jared's text tone chimes.

“Sorry, I've got to go. Y/N Jensen wants to meet me. I've ordered dessert to go earlier. Let me drop you off at your hotel.” Jared said.

“Okay let's go then.” I replied.

He quickly pays for our meal and we go back to the hotel.

Jared walks me up to my room.

"Thank you, I had a wonderful time." I said with a smile.

"No, thank you gorgeous. I look forward to seeing you again."Jared replied with a smirk.

I look in those gorgeous multi spectrum hazel eyes trying to decide if he's lying or not.

"Uh what… do you… mean. Are… You… serious.."I stuttered.

Jared simply responds to me with a light kiss on my lips.

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks at the gesture.

"I am very serious Miss. Author. I already programmed my number in your phone." Jared said before he left.

I plop down on the bed trying to absorb the day's event. Wondering if it was all real or just a dream.

My phone's text tone chimes. It’s a text from Jared with a rose and book emoji.

Nope, definitely not a dream.

[pearlzier]

🦥: oh do i have news for you jackles fan edit BOT

"More... *real*." The smirk gets a tad wider, and he gently pulls you up so you're now sitting on top of him instead, resting back against the headboard of the bed.

He's now got a firm hold on your hips, and he grins up at you. "I'm all flesh and bone, *baby*. Nothing artificial about me, I'm all *real*."

because you are very ARTIFICIAL.

I GIGGLED LMFAOAOAO

[writing-in-sin]

DEATH HC: CHAOS & HER 5 CHILDREN

Fair warning, this is can be pretty long. Either way, i hope you'll enjoy 🤩👍

• Chaos or Caos is the primordial entity of the Shrekverse. She's known as the Abyss by many

• since the Shrekverse is based on fairytales, Caos in her true form resembles an inkwell or a womb. She later on gave birth to the Five, with Death as the eldest

• once the Five are born, Caos created the Shrekverse not unlike how ink spread across the pages of a blank storybook

• the Core or the Void is her domain, and where everything began

• she loves all of her children but trusts Death the most as he's the most level headed and fairest amongst the Five

Caos:

Physical form: unlike her children, her physical form doesn't resemble anthropomorphic animals. Instead, she takes the form a humanoid abyss black liquid with three pairs of bright white eyes

- Personality: stern yet very motherly. All of her children deeply love and respect her, and would without hesitation, cower in fear if she's ever angered

- Symbol: ●

- Mortal name: Caos de la Abismo

- Human form: a beautiful plump woman of average height, white pupils with black sclera and long white hair in a bun. Usually dresses modestly in patterned dresses and a shawl over her shoulders

Signature traits of the de la Abismo family:

- white coats

- black sclera

• The Five Children of the Abyss from oldest to youngest:

1. Muerte:

- eldest child, prefers to be a loner but has a strong sense of family. The most responsible of the Five, known to be fair and coldly logical. While people would say he resembles a wolf, its the other way around as wolves are the closest mortal creatures to resemble him. Another would be jackles as Vida based their ears on her brother, which is how Anubis came to be for the Egyptians

- True name: unspeakable for the mortal tongue. Usually goes by Muerte now

- Symbol: crescent

- Human form: a man who stands 7ft tall and dangerously powerful. Short messy white hair (with an undercut) that frames a ruggedly handsome face. Notable for his sophisticated beard, fanged smirk and jagged birthmark over his red eyes. Retains his black sclera even in his mortal form

- Mortal name: Muerte de la Abismo (literally Death of the Abyss)

- Consort: Puss...eventually 🤣 it's a slowburn, what can you do?

- Children: the 3 Diablos (when he and Puss got together, eventually biologically as well which will be revealed later on)

2. Tiempo:

- 2nd oldest, known for his calm meditative personality

- is the older twin brother to Espacio

- Physical form: a tall, white rabbit with orange irises and black sclera. Wears a monocle and a deep red coattail jacket. always has an hourglass in his pocket

- Symbol: hourglass

- Human form: looks very much like a tall nobleman, with a thin moustache and his family's signature white hair slicked back

- Mortal name: Tiempo de la Abismo

- Consort: ?

- Children: Day, Night

3. Espacio:

- the 3rd child, known for his natural airheadedness and eccentric wisdom

- the younger twin brother of Tiempo

- Physical form: a pure white eagle with a tail of a peacock. Has violet eyes and wears a long galaxy coloured toga

- Symbol: star

- Human form: looks and dresses like a scholar with sharp aquiline features. His long white hair is tied into a low ponytail and is never without a compass

- Mortal name: Espacio de la Abismo

- Consort: Ganymede

- Children: the 4 seasons, the 9 planets, the Moon, the Starweaver, the Sun

4. Destino:

- the 4th child, known for her cryptic personality and is widely agreed by the family as the resident 'little shit'

- Physical form: a white spider with heterochromatic eyes of blue and yellow who wears a yellow blouse and a blue barret on her head

- Symbol: web

- Human form: a petite woman with blue and yellow eyes and a white pixie cut underneath her barret. She dresses like an artist, complete with a smock over her frame

- Mortal name: Destino de la Abismo

- Consort: ?

- Children: every known emotion, with Hope being the eldest

5. Vida:

- the youngest of the Five, known for her cheerful yet shrewd personality. Has an ongoing rivalry with her brother Muerte and is the resident prankster alongside Destino

- Physical form: a white snake with deep green eyes and has a waterlily on the side of her head. Wears long flowy dresses

- Symbol: circle

- Human form: a tall, lithe woman with long white hair tied in a french braid. Tends to wear long, flowy dresses and goes barefooted all the time

- Mortal name: Vida de la Abismo

- Consort: Prometheus

- Children: ?

[kayssweetdreams]

Maestro Hiccups 3: Chaos Incarnate Ch 41

You give a heaving sigh "FINE. We'll take Jackle...but the minute that he tries ANYTHING. I'm throwing him back into Nightmare." You say, getting a happy "YES!" From the two of them.

A little while later, you and the others return to the Dream Gate. "So...How are we supposed to get back to Wonderworld?" You ask. NiGHTS gazes up to see the moon in the Night Dimension slowly rising above the Dream Gate, They seemed to be waiting until the moon reached its absolute peak in the sky, it's rays beaming down on the ground below.

Suddenly, the rays of moonlight hit the fountain, and a beam of light shot out, creating a beautiful bridge decorated moons, stars, planets. As flowers you've never seen before bloomed from the shimmering Bridge. At the end of the bridge, held an absolute beautiful and ornate, illuminated theater door. "Well, That's the way back! It's been nice meeting you Y/N!" NiGHTS says.

"Hoo! You better hurry before the bridge dissappears again!" Owl hoots, his plumage fluffing up. You nod as the others begin to cross the crystalline bridge. Leo and Emma treaded across first, followed by Aria, Debbie and Jackle, with you in the rear. You gazed in awe at the shimmering bridge, and the Flora that lined it. Maybe once Balan's Hiccups were cured, you could come and dream here in peace.

The sound of withering caught your attention as you turned to see the beautiful flowers withering into nothing, as the bridge began to vanish into nothing but stardust. "Y/N! HURRY!!" You hear Aria shout. Your slow walk turns into a frantic rush, hoping to outrun the disappearing bridge. The door that awaited at the end seemed to get farther and farther with every step you take.

In a last ditch effort, you quickly Jump and latch onto the door's handles, getting the door open before the bridge was no more. Leo and Emma grab your hands and pull you inside the door, as you now find yourself back on the Isle of Tims...that looks even worse than before.

You see that the Isle is now completely misshapen and distorted, looking more like the landscapes from a Dr. Seuss book. The Tims look worse for where as well, looking more like experimented on creatures gone wrong. You noticed Balan and Lance also on the Isle, both looking absolutely dismal and dismayed at the current situation out of their control.

"Hey Balan! We're back! And we found Aria and Debbie!" You yell, catching both of their attention. "Thank goodness you're safe and sound! And Aria and Debbie you found!" Balan says, floating over to you. "And we've got Dream Berries for Lance's cure." Leo says. The darker maestro gives a smile as he sees the bag of the colorful berries..

"Yeah...and unfortunately, we also have a new...erm..." You say, not being able to finish, but you nudge your head towards Jackle's prison. The maestros gazed at the jar "Do my eyes decive me? Is that Jackle I see?" Lance says, almost chuckling at Jackle's predicament. The orange maren rolls his eyes "Oh yeah. Ha. Ha. Ha. Laugh it up." He snarks sarcastically.

You smirked at Jackle's situation before Lance let out a "HIC!" causing a large spider infestation to crawl over the Isle. In a panic, both maestros lift you to the isle above the Isle "Perhaps at a later time we can jest, you still need to find the rest." Balan says. Nodding, you pull out Balan's map, showing the Multiverse once more

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

[mlovesstories]

Man from the Mountains Part 2

Summary: Dean sees YN again. 

Words: None

6 Months Later 

He heard footsteps and crunching of leaves when he was pulling weeds by his front porch.

“YN?” Dean took a deep breath and put his pistol back in its place on his hip.  “What are you doing here?”  

“Came to see how my favorite grumpy mountain gunman is doing.” YN shrugged.  

“Doll, ya can’t just walk up on me like that,” Dean sighed.  “Didn’t you learn that last time?” He crossed his arms. 

“Sorry,” YN chuckled and put her hands up.  The mountain man noticed something in her hand. 

“What’s that?” 

“A peace offering?” The young woman reached out her hand so that he would take it.  As Dean took it, he could smell the cinnamon.  

“Coffee cake?” 

“Yup. Made it myself.  Hope you like it.” 

Impressed but too proud to grant her the satisfaction, he snorted. 

“Thanks…” 

“I know you will eat it because you don’t have stuff like that in your cabin.  Goes good with your cup of joe in the morning, promise.” YN beamed internally.  When he didn’t give a reaction, she took a deep breath and said, “good to see you, Dean.  Have a good day.” YN turned and walked down the hill.  

“Doll,” he called. 

“Yeah?” YN looked over her shoulder.  

“You drove hours to give me coffee cake?” 

She chuckled. 

“No.  Your mean self would not draw me back here.” YN tilted her head. “But I stopped by anyway.” 

He winced. 

“I moved here a few weeks ago.” His eyes brightened, but he tried to hide it. “Don’t worry, it’s not next door.  I know you would not want me too close, but-”

“Stop, YN” 

She closed her mouth. 

“Can you just stop talking for one second?” 

“Bossy,” YN laughed. “What?” She crossed her arms, ready for battle with the man for the thousandth time.  

“You don’t have to make excuses, doll.  It really IS nice to see you.”

“A compliment from the gruff guy? Wow.  I must be moving up in your world.” A Cheshire grin graced her face. 

“You are… so beautiful.” 

“Excuse me?” YN stepped back.  Flustered, she put her fingers to her throat.  

“Doll, you drive me crazy.”

“They say boys are mean to girls they like.  That true?” YN crossed her arms again. Dean looked away.  “I got news for you, mountain man.” 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s not very good manners to do that.” 

“Right,” he sighed submissively.  “Sorry.” 

“So,” she started.  “I don’t know that I feel the same. You were an ass to me after all.”

“I was,” he chuckled. “I really am-”

“You sound like me now with the apologies.  Only I don’t have a gun on your back.” YN raised a brow.

“Can we… start over… please?” 

YN grinned. 

“If we have to…” she held out the last syllable as a whine. “I will go out with you as long as you promise to be nicer.” 

“Promise,” Dean said immediately.  “Scouts’ honor.” He saluted her.  

“Why do I have a feeling you were kicked out of the Boy Scouts?” YN giggled. 

“Because I was. Thanks for the reminder.”  He scratched the back of his neck.  

“Be nice, and I’ll give this a shot, grumpy man.” 

“Really?” He smiled to his eyes. 

“Yeah.” YN nodded.  “If you dish it out, I’m going to dish it back though.  We’re even now.”

“Okay, okay.” He put up his hands with a smirk.  “I will not be terrible…ish.” 

“You ARE terrible.” YN sighed, content.  “It’s settled then.” She turned to walk away. 

“Uh…” he said expectantly. 

She stopped. 

“Yes?” Without turning to face him, YN waited. 

“Can I get your number or…” Dean asked as if it was an obvious next step. 

“Eat the cake, Dean.” YN walked toward her truck and entered it.  After starting the vehicle, she drove down the steep hill.  Her new love interest peered into the bag.  He saw a sliver of paper coming out of the loaf.  

“You are something else, doll,” he said to himself.

@metalfangirl​ @squirrelnotsam

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Made For You | Chapter 19

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you. 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader / Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest, Dub Con (Sex Pollen) Tags:  Dean x Reader, Dean x Sam, alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, omega!Reader, fuck or die, sex pollen, love triangle, star-crossed lovers, destiny, true mates, primal urges, angst, mating, kissing, p in v, knotting, scenting, kinda threesome, hurt/comfort, praise kink, dirty talk, accidental mating, squirting, overstimulation, sloppy seconds Bingo Squares:  @spnabobingo - Sloppy Seconds | @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo Word Count: 2.2k

Series Masterlist

Sam’s POV

Sam feels sick. No– no, actually, he doesn’t. He wants to feel sick. He knows he should feel horrified about everything that’s just happened.

He hadn’t meant to stay, really he hadn’t. Sam wants to blame it on the supernatural sex pollen, and some of it definitely can be blamed on the horrid substance. He can tell himself that he never would have stayed to watch Y/N and Dean if he had been thinking clearly. He never would have touched his baby girl the way he did at the end if he’d been of sound mind. Holding her, comforting her while she was in danger, making sure she and Dean were both safe; that’s one thing. Slipping his fingers between his daughter’s legs to play with her clit and help her cum around Dean’s knot is not as easily explained. And absolutely none of it is forgivable, Sam berates himself. 

He should be disgusted with himself… but he isn’t. As Sam breathes deeply, trying to comprehend everything that’s just transpired, he can feel his cock–rock hard and leaking almost as much slick as his hole–rubbing between the sweat-damp skin of Y/N’s lower back and his own stomach. At some point in the proceedings, his hospital gown must have gotten bunched up without him realising it. 

All of Sam’s senses feel overwhelmed and confused. His ass feels just as empty and desperate as it has since the sex pollen began to take effect, craving a knot, craving a mate. But now, he’s just mated himself to someone who can’t give him that. When Sam sucked Dean’s tongue into his mouth and licked over his brother’s lips, he swallowed down the same blood and mating hormones that Dean had just released from their daughter’s veins. Through their carelessness, and their desperate craving for each other, Sam and Dean had just forced Y/N into a mating bond that she hadn’t chosen. And now, the sex pollen that’s been making Sam crave an alpha’s cock is now also making him crave his own daughter’s cunt. Because he’s a fucking idiot. 

There’s yet another problem with this situation, though, because Dean’s cock is still knotted inside Y/N. Sam can feel the head of his brother’s dick pressing up against his palm through the base of the girl’s belly–a feeling that, inexplicably, has him practically delirious with desire. Y/N and Dean will probably stay knotted for a little while longer before the alpha releases enough to separate them without hurting either of them, and that’s if they don’t just start fucking again on instinct and stay tied the whole time. So both of the things that Sam is being forced to magically crave are also both off-limits to him right now, and he thinks it’s going to drive him insane. 

Well, silver lining, Sam thinks bitterly, if the sex pollen kills me, Y/N won’t be stuck mated to an omega she never wanted in the first place. 

“Hey, hey!” A dull tapping gets Sam’s attention and he blinks, bringing the hospital room back into focus around him, becoming conscious that Dean is lightly smacking him on the cheek. “There he is,” his older brother smiles tightly, and Sam feels his own lips pull up in a lazy smirk. 

“Shut up,” he tries to say, trying to roll his eyes, but Sam can’t feel his muscles reacting properly, the way he remembers it feeling, and his words come out blurry, his vision slurring. 

Dean’s POV

“Sammy? Sam!” Dean calls again, more forcefully this time as his little brother’s eyes lose focus again, and his lids slip shut. His jaw hangs slightly ajar and his neck begins to loll back, his stupid long floppy hair pooling on his shoulders. This is not good. This is very, very not good, and Dean can feel himself beginning to panic. The pollen is clearly beginning to take over Sam’s system. 

“Daddy?” Y/N grumbles, her head snuggling back into Sam’s chest as she tries to peer up at him. “Daddy?” she asks again, slightly more alert, when Sam doesn’t respond. “Daddy. Da– Dean? What’s wrong?” 

Dean tries to shush his mate, kissing her gently on the forehead as he tries to think about what can be done. He’s just found his brother again after twenty years. He’s not about to lose him again. No way. 

“Dean, what’s happening?” Y/N asks more insistently, pulling back to look him in the eye, the pleasure-fog that had been clouding her features a moment before almost entirely evaporated now. 

“It’s the pollen,” Dean grunts, shifting his body as much as he can with his knot still tied to Y/N. “Can you lean forward, baby girl? Need to try and move us over, give him some space.” 

“Shit, yeah,” Y/N flinches as she sits up too quickly, Dean’s cock moving inside of her and pulling uncomfortably for the both of them. 

“Careful,” Dean hisses, biting on his tongue in concentration as he tucks a hand under Y/N’s leg and pulls it around his waist more tightly. “Here, put your arms around my neck sweetheart, gonna pick you up.” The alpha sits back on his knees, gathering the omega into him and pulling her up off of the mattress. Sam’s body relaxes a little and slides a bit down the bed without the weight of Y/N keeping him upright. His legs splay open as if it’s instinctual, displaying his hole and his cock, the scent of his arousal leaking into the air around them and making Dean feel slightly faint. 

“Oh god,” Y/N whines, and Dean groans as her pussy clamps down on his knot, pulsing wantonly as she also inhales the scent of her father’s slick. “Oh fuck,” she whimpers into his shoulder, her lips skating damply over Dean’s skin. 

“You want him, don’t you, baby girl?” Dean hears himself purring against Y/N’s ear, unconscious of making the decision to speak. His voice sounds low and guttural, seductive, and he has no idea what’s coming over him. “Such a greedy little girl, not happy with just one Daddy stuffed in this pussy, are you? You want two. You want Sammy, don'tcha sweetheart?” 

“Fuck, Dean, yes,” Y/N groans, still grinding herself down onto his knot, which is not what Dean needs to be happening right now. He needs to get Y/N off of himself and on to his brother as quickly as possible, no matter how much his instincts are screaming at him for even considering pulling out of the cunt he’s currently cradled inside of. “Fuck, want you. Want you, Daddy,” the omega moans, and Dean’s breath catches in his throat, a whole muddle of arousal and emotion surging through him at the sound of Y/N referring to him as Daddy, and how much more that means now. 

“You’ve got me, baby girl,” he pants, nuzzling against her and dragging his mouth across her skin until his lips find hers. “Fuck, ‘mega, I got you. Alpha’s got you.” Dean is on his feet he realises, having picked Y/N up in his arms and stepped off of the bed. He slams Y/N’s back against the wall beside the bed, pinning her body against his, and starts thrusting into her furiously, fucking her so hard the bed beside them is quaking. His face is buried against her neck, her screams are thick and vital in his ears, stringing his nerves so tight they snap in a flash of heat as he empties himself inside of her for a third time. There’s so much cum he can feel some of it escaping the barrier that his knot is supposed to be making and dripping into the crevices between the omega’s thighs. 

“Dean,” Y/N is sobbing brokenly against him from her own overwhelming pleasure, and the alpha gets a spark of inspiration. 

Pulling his hips back a little so he can squeeze a hand between them, he lets his fingers find the tiny bundle of nerves a little ways above where he can feel his cock rocking in and out of her entrance the tiniest bit. He swirls the pads of his fingers over her until he finds the spot that makes her gasp and bang her head back against the wall, ecstasy written clearly over her face. Speeding up, he begins to flex his hips a little more, unable to control very much with his knot still so big inside of her, but hoping desperately that the increased girth is giving him the advantage he needs and rubbing over the right spot. 

“Cum for Daddy, ‘mega,” Dean commands, his jaw set in concentration. “Want you to squirt on my cock and push, push my knot right out of you baby girl, so you can go fuck your other Daddy for me. That’s what your alpha wants, Y/N. Wanna get you dripping wet so you just slide right down on your daddy's dick. It’s fucking big, take a look. Look at what I’m about to shove inside of this tight little hole, baby girl, and tell me how much you want your daddy’s cock inside of you.” 

Y/N’s body becomes almost painfully tight around him and Dean feels every muscle seize up urgently, feels the gush of slick between his legs as her body convulses around him, and with a monumental effort he drags his hips down and manages to work himself free, his daughter still shaking and jerking in his arms with the seemingly unending waves of her climax. When Dean manages to focus his vision and he catches sight of her face, he can see her whole countenance has gone slack, muscles that had been wound tighter than a spring now hanging limply beneath her skin, her eyes blinking and unfocused– just on the verge of passing out then, not actually unconscious. 

He’ll have to take the opportunity to congratulate himself some other time. 

Dean lets Y/N’s legs uncurl from around him and lowers her to the floor, switching position and sweeping her up into his arms bridal style in order to carry her more securely around the side of the bed to where Sam is lying. He looks like he’s asleep. Peaceful. Absolutely nothing untoward. Except Dean knows better, he’s seen this kind of thing before: the omega is fading fast. 

Y/N’s POV

When you manage to struggle back to some semblance of awareness, you can feel that your pussy is still full, which soothes the foreign urgency in your body that you assume is a consequence of the pollen. But something feels different, and it takes your foggy mind a minute or two to realise what it is. No knot. The cock inside of you is big, but you don’t have the distinctive pressure at the base of your entrance that comes from being locked with Dean after he’s knotted you. 

Experimentally, you squeeze your muscles around the intrusion, moaning at the sensation of how deep inside of you the tip is reaching. It feels like the cock is somewhere in your freaking chest, it's so long. You know it’s not Dean inside of you, but it takes your memory a moment to supply the name of who else it could be. 

Sam– you remember with a gasp as your body unconsciously rocks itself against him, grinding your hips down onto his length. 

Daddy. 

Daddy’s cock is sliding wetly inside of you, and you realise now that you’re curled against his chest, his large, warm hands splayed across your back, cradling you against him. You have an absurd memory of crawling into bed with him when you were little and wrapping yourself around him just like this–minus the sexual contact, of course. That part is new, but as you give your hips another experimental swivel, still lazily feeling out a rhythm, you decide you like this part. You’re gonna add this to the routine. Not that it’s been a part of your bedtime routine in fucking years, but you have the urge to start it back up, for some reason. It seems nonsensical that you would ever consider sleeping in a different bed to Daddy–or Dean, come to think of it. 

You have no idea where these thoughts are coming from, they all seem to swarm simultaneously across your mind’s eye in a haze that you don’t have the energy or desire to analyse right now, so you simply let them swarm, and focus on the feeling of rubbing your clit against the very root of Sam’s cock because you realise in a moment of astonishment, he’s not even all the way inside of you, because of the way your body is draped over his chest. 

Holy fuck. 

A second later, you feel an orgasm shimmering through every conscious nerve of your body, your clit drawing up and twitching against your body inside its little protective folds, trying to shrink away from the overstimulation. 

“Good girl,” you hear Dean’s voice purr behind you, and you feel another hand running gently over your back as the whispers of praise drift over your skin.

Chapter 20 posting on November 15th or head to my website to binge read the rest of the fic today!

Series Tags: @outofnowhere82 @ladysparkles78 @missusbarnes-rogers @waywardandnerdy0212

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[wench-and-jezebel]

Devour Reaction:

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Bby Ackles  [bby Ackles :)]

[Realizing that the entire movie is contained in the startup and you just.  don't realize it yet.  but anyway]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

God his kids look just like him

Anne Kilton 👀🤣  [I KNOW! When I tell you this film has SPN vibes… Not a lie]

Dean!

Sir, that’s not- Leave.  Run!  Your white is showing

TF

THE FUCK IS HE DOING WITH THE GUTS  [The fact that you haven't gone hunting before is showing]  ☠️☠️☠️ Blechhhh

Now a baby???  BUDDY GTFO.  FLEE

Mysterious cabin in the woods

Nekked crying person

SIR

[The end.  He ded. Sorry, did you think Jackles was in the whole thing?  Oh wait :)]

The voice

[Weirdo monologues are back: Max-coded]  Talking in circles

Oh nooo drugs  [Dean-coded protective streak pt. 1]

TF [Dean-coded protective streak pt. 2]

[His jacket tho... Dean-coded]  RIGHT?!  But also… Wtf?! The kid was just gonna shoot them?!

Oooo, bitch

Wot.  Is happening.  [She was getting the champagne and intentionally being provocative]  Oh shit

She favors Kirsten Dunst  [Yup, agree]

Yeet.  You just gave the lagoon monster a weapon

Ma’am  [You mean that’s not how computers work?]

You burn candles on your laptop?  Again... Ma’am

“YeH, I pushed a button.”  You idjit.

“Watch your fucking language”  ☠️☠️☠️  [I hate his boss btw]

Alan Ackles has arrived

Bruh his dad reminds me of your dad 👀☠️  [ASDFASDFADF YOU'RE NOT WRONG]  Lemme find out you’re related to the Ackles  [I would pass the frick away]  I would too! ☠️☠️☠️

[Dean-coded protective streak pt. 3]

WOT

BRUH ITS WILD CHARLIE  [Dean-coded protective streak pt. 4]

[Buddy, I love you, but please ask why your friend is demanding your personal info and typing on a computer]  ☠️☠️☠️

Wait is this uncoolness again  [His friends are very uncool throughout the film: you'll see]

Huh.  Uh, y’all run.  HE CRAZY

[I love his acting in this scene.  The turkey line is so well done too aalksdfj]

WHY CANT THIS MAN HAVE GOOD FRIENDS???  EVER???

BRUH  [Did I mention friends putting personal information into random computer programs = not good idea?]  LIKE… dude!

Ohhh noooo

Bruh… I’m tripppinnn lol this movie is wild  [I KNOW RIGHT]

[Get ready for hate-his-boss hours]

BRUH

BRUH.  BRUHHHH!!!  WHAT AN ASSHOLEEEEEE!!

["You wouldn't have let Conrad sign you on" HE DIDN'T KNOW?!!?!?]  RIGHT?!?

Can this dude keep a mom!!??  [I say nothing… I love them tho]

[Dean-coded protective streak pt. 5]  😭😭😭😭

Say you want him in your pants/skirt without saying it ma’am

[This mom's better at the love-life-meddling than Mary]

He’s so cute thoooo  [I KNOWWWW]

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Buddy

[I love Jackles in this whole scene… His smirk/fist pump thing alskdfj *chef's kiss*]

He’s too cute… I can’t even  [I KNOWWWWWWWWWW]

Ma’am.

Sir.  

Masir.

It’s. Not. Like.  This.  What is she.  DOING.  TO HIS HEAD.  WHAT.  AM I WATCHING WOMAN???  I HAD TO TURN THE VOLUME DOWN.  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [I did warn you about this scene]  

AND SHE JUST WALKS AWAY

[Okay, two things… a) I love Jackles playing the romantic type.  And b) the promised friend-uncoolness]  *huff sigh*

Bruh why does the voice on the phone sound like him 🤔🤔

Jump scareeee ☠️☠️

Bruh that’s the devilll run  [Okay, but.  To be fair.  His entire life is vaguely concerning rn.  Buddy's head ain't even safe]  

The smileeee!  Isss too cute  

Ooooof  Wench’s dad, run!

Oh shit  [He didn't run]  Reverse daydream???

Ah!  A k!  Ack!!!

Nope. I almost passed out for that one.  Bruh.

[Dean-coded protective streak pt. 6.  And continued friend uncoolness.  At least he apologized immediately, unlike SOME people] 🥺🥺

Uh ohhh he in trouble

Or something

Runnnnnn

[Oh, I forgot that intercourse bit, sorry.] Oooooof.  They ded.  [They did the deed in a horror movie; isn't that, like, a cardinal rule?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Fair.  But they didn’t even get to finish

Buddy. DONT WALK INTO A CRIME SCENE.  [HE'S CONCERNED FOR HIS FRIEND; CUT HIM SOME SLACK]

OH SHIT THE TONGUE.  BLECH

[Dean-coded hug right there.]  WITH JODY  [And guilt complex.  Poor buddy getting blamed by other people again, too]  RIGHT!?  ["You coulda brought the gun to me" Yeah, you see how me reporting someone else's crime went this time; of course I could have]

Oh no sad music  [Buddy's friend just died; I think it's deserved alkdsfj]

Buddyyyy 🥺🥺🥺  Oh noooo

Oh nooooooo  [Wot?]  The little "son" got me

The way he says “Ok” *dissolves*

[I do like his "play it cool" line.  Is so cute alksdjf  Help]  

Clothes change  [Jonathan/Wayne Stranger Things jacket]

Oooop look at that he’s drinking  [also Wench's dad-coded]

[Jake's look when daddy grabs his arm is a bit.   Concerning.]  🥺🥺🥺🥺  Yep

*sigh*  Poor Jake/Tom/Dean

“Marisol”  Like aerosol  [alskdjf]

[Frecklessss!!!  That's the most pronounced I've ever seen them]  I KNOWWW

BRUH She got that crazy look in her eye.  Don’t go.  DONT BRING YOUR FRIEND.

*sigh*

[Did I mention romantic!Jackles is so great compared to the emotionally-repressed character he usually plays?  Like, nothing against those roles — I love them, too — but it’s a nice change.]  I KNOWWWWW!  IMAGINE.  JUST FREAKINGGGG IMAGINEEEEE.  HIM WOOING CAS LIKE THIS.  Poor buddy would combust!  [Is trueeee]

Aight… I’m calling it the pathway is them.  At least their voices.  They are calling themselves.

[Love her ringssss]  I knowwww

Blech.  Blechhhh!  Fingers

POOR BUDDY

Susssssspciousssss

I am Native American; I can confirm they probably do weird shit like that

Buddy only been with this girl 10 mins and she’s already pouring his coffee; I’ve been with my husband 15 years and he pours his own shit ☠️

FREAKING MOVIES KISSING. THOSE FIRST THREE WERE JUST FITTING THEIR MOUTHS TOGETHER

the cat  🤣☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Tf

👀👀👀  I seeee you

Roar

[Get ready for more Dean-coded]

Well damn Jake can’t catch a break-

WHAT THE FUCK BUDDY HE DED

*sigh*

“Give rest o christ… cause you have took half our town already.  Please chill out”  (I’m going to hell)

[btw, SPN-coded lore-gathering session]  Right!  [The lights are pretty tho.  He be pretty too]

The priest is like this is ABOVE my pay grade

IF HE CUTS HIS TONGUE ONE MORE TIME AACKK

i just kept the tat… ya know… cause- ☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [My dude slandering Metallica]

[The dog's name is Sammy asdlf *Now* who's getting replaced with a dog?!]

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[I am waitinggggg for your reaction to the ending of this film btw; seems like is gonna be gold]  🤣🤣🤣🤣 [Edit: I was right. Be warned about the increase in cursing alskdjf]

Well shit.  Poor devil guy

Ooooooh the plotttt thickenssss

[Early Jackles films has him brooding and staring at things a lot]  🤣🤣🤣

More sitting, more staring  [tbf, buddy pulls off the Heathcliffe aura real well]

Ahh!  It came in handy!

Oooooooh!  Devil shit!

A GHOST

OH SHIT

why Jake gotta go to hell?  He’s so sweet  [You'll see]  And cute ☠️☠️

[WAIT OH HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD THAT’S AMES WHITE FROM DARK ANGEL]  What?!? 👀👀  [You'll understand the significance later… for now, @witchy-writer-lady and I shall keep the secrets]

👀👀👀

👀👀👀👀👀👀

OH WAIT!

OOH SHITTTT!!!

LE GASSSPPP!

[aka: this entire movie is trying to sell us on the fact that this lil ray of sunshine is the spawn of Satan laksfdj]

OH SHIT [Bye bye Ames]  WHOOOPSIE

BITCH YOU DED

[btw, um.  You thought that twist was something.  Wait for the next one.]  WAIT.  Is tarot girl ANNE?!?!  Pls Say- [I say nada]  Womannnnnnnn she gave him the smooches!  That’s not ok  [I DID NOT CONFIRM]  Like I know he is foineeee but it’s not ok! If it is the case

Oh shittttt

WHY WOULD YOU GRAB THE BLOODY KNIFEEEE??! BUDDY, WHATCHA DOIN THERE?!?!  [Okay but horror movie, weapon = good]

This fucking movieeeeee-  [Is not done yet] Is wilddddd

Ooof

Ohhhh shit… That’ll do it.  He gonna snap [aslkdjf]  And start killing with the pick axe  [ALSKDFJ]

[That was.  That was a yes on the momma thing.]  I CALLED IT. ACK.  ACKKKK.   ACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.  KKKKKKKKKKKK.  KKKKKKKKKKK.  NOOOOOOOOOOO.

VSIDUEBEBSZKIZHSSGV  I CANT

I CANT

IMEOT

WOR

How type?  I can’t

DEVIL

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENINGGGGG

[Sam-letting-Dean-turn-into-a-vampire-scene-coded.  Which is kinda concerning given the.  Undertones.  of that scene.]  BLEHCH

WELL SHIT

SHORT END.  EVERYTIME

– – –

Endpoint Reaction:

Wench: I want you to know that I've been cackling at your reaction this whoel time

Jezebel: FUCK COFFEE I NEED LIQUOR ADTET THAT.  I STILL CANT TUPE

Wench: asdk

Jezebel: I’m just- Yeah.

Wench: I'm dying of laughter rn

Jezebel: I just…. What.  Why.  His mother.  She was his mother.  “I can be anything you need me to be”  HOW ABOUT A DECENT FUCKING MOTHER YOU MANIPULATIVE DEVIL BITCH

Wench: One of the few films where Jackles comes out with two parents still alive, and it’s only true because he had four at the beginning and lost two along the way aldskfj

Jezebel: Well, three, ‘cause he killed her too

Wench: Nah, she didn't die

Jezebel: Wtf.  But she was dead at the end, wasn’t she?

Wench: The human vessel was.  And that's a maybe.  We don't know for sure.  But she's definitely alive enough to force-feed him blood and shit, so

Jezebel: Oooh.  Blech.  His MOTHER.  Who wroteeee this shit.  Bleach.  I need bleach for my eyessss

Wench (aside to the audience): She’s never forgiving me.

Jezebel: I just  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  Ok I’m good I think

Wench: aklsjdf

Jezebel: It was a pretty good movie.  Until the end.  That happens a lot in Ackles case.

Wench: Do you see what I mean by, his acting was actually, like, really good?  Especially in that context?

Jezebel: Yess! Buddy just couldn’t get a good ending if it was standing right in front of him…  Ten Inch Hero next, so I can be equally pissed at the ending but in a happier tone.  Maybe tomorrow?

Wench: YEAH.  FINALLYYYY. Sandwich shoppe, here we come!

Jezebel: Ending note.  SHE WAS HIS FUCKINGMOTHER!?!?

[shadowqueen402]

Amaunts Fatale: Part 21

(Meanwhile back at Balan's hideout)

"Oh no…" Iben said as she sat the newspaper down on the desk. "So Aria lost someone dear to her… I know exactly what that's like…" She sighed sadly, remembering that tragic day when she lost her parents around Christmas. Her eyes landed on a small note that was sitting on Aria's desk. Curious, she picked it up and read the words:

He had to go, Aria.

"Hmm, something smells fishy," Iben said. "Should I tell the others this?" She looked at the Tims. The furry creatures looked at each other before they nodded. Then, they hopped toward the training room. Iben followed along, holding the note in her hand.

When she made it back to the training room, Kaylo, Mei, Rebecca, Ava, and Trisha Jane were still there. But they were sweating and breathing heavily. "Wow, you four trained really hard!" Cass exclaimed to them. "I wonder how long you guys have been training?"

"Who knows?" Rebecca asked. "But training sure is tiring."

"Iben, what's that you got there?" Yuri asked, looking at the note.

"This was from Aria's office," Iben explained. "It was regarding her late husband…"

"Aria used to be married?" Kaylo asked. "What happened?"

"It said in the newspaper that her husband died in a factory explosion." Iben frowned at the note. "But this letter here suspects that foul play was involved."

"Foul play?" Trisha Jane asked, gasping in shock. "Th-That can't be true, can it?"

(Meanwhile with Purrla)

Purrla groaned in frustration. "I'd searched everywhere for those four and yet I still can't find them!" She complained. "Where could they possibly be!?" Purrla suddenly stopped when she heard it: the sound of a ruckus going on from Lance's hideout.

"Oh dear!" Purrla said. "I hope my boss is not in trouble!" She went inside, regardless of knowing that Lance wouldn't be happy to know that she failed her orders.

She rushed to where Lance was and gasped. In front of her was Reala and Jackle attacking Lance. Her boss was doing everything in his power to fight back.

"Hand us the drink, Lance!" Reala demanded. "Master Wizeman needs it for his goals."

"Never!" Lance said. "I won't give it, ever!" While he was busy clashing against Reala and Jackle, Lance didn't notice one thing: Aria had discreetly taken the key out of his pocket. She then snuck past Lance and walked through the crowd, a victorious smirk was on her face.

Aria met up with Balan, Marina, Debbie, NiGHTS, and Leo. "I found something," Aria said. "It's a key to someplace that's most likely here in Lance's hideout. During my little conversation with him, he told me some useful information."

"Did Lance tell you what he put in that drink?" Leo asked.

"Fortunately, he did." Aria placed her hands on her hips. "He uses a strange potion called Forgetfulness. All he does is add the right amount into the drink and people will forget about the problems they faced back in the real world."

"So, it's settled," NiGHTS said. "We need to find that potion so we could find a cure!"

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Mei and Marina belong to @sundove88

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie

Ava belongs to @adventureavery76

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to me.

[wayward-dreamer]

Before The Show

Square/s Filled: Rockstar!AU - @supernatural-jackles (Tell Me A Story Bingo) / Rockstar AU - @spnaubingo / deep throating - @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,110

Summary: Y/N finds a way to help with Jensen’s nerves before the concert.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, oral sex (male receiving), deep throating, that’s pretty much it.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble but I went over which is on brand for me lol. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

The dressing room was peaceful, the low strum of the guitar in Jensen’s hands the only sound filling the small space. He hoped that he could spend the next few minutes alone, relaxing the nerves that were starting before he met the rest of the band backstage. The venue was no doubt full already with all the fans that were there to see them perform, but he was trying not to think about it. He closed his eyes as he laid his head back against the couch, listening to the chords he was playing for the song they had decided to open the show with. A light knock on the door caused him to lift his head, sitting up as he placed the guitar next to him on the sofa.

“Come in.”

The door opened and Y/N stepped through, making him smile instantly. She had flown in that morning to see them, but he hadn’t been able to meet her all day because of the radio interviews and practice they had done.

“Hey, beautiful,” he husked, taking her in as she closed the door and walked over to him.

She smiled softly as she straddled his lap, leaning in to kiss him as her arms wrapped around his neck. “Hey.”

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he muttered against her lips, pulling her closer as his thumbs brushed against the bare skin of her waist, exposed from where her t-shirt had lifted up.

“Me too,” she whispered, looking into his eyes as her fingers combed through the short hair at the back of his head. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” he replied, nodding slowly. “Just the usual pre-show nerves.”

“Anything I can do to help?” she asked, smoothing her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, before she brought them up again, kneading the tips of her fingers into his muscles.

He groaned softly, his eyes squeezing closed as he leaned his forehead against hers. “That’s definitely helping. Thanks, darlin’.”

“You’re welcome.”

Y/N pressed her lips to his, the kiss passionate as she moved her hands down his chest, lightly pulling at the edge of his black t-shirt. He hummed against her mouth, knowing exactly what she was trying to start but he had no time to do that before he had to be on stage. He reached down and took her hands in his just he pulled away from the kiss, looking up at her.

“Y/N, we uh, we can’t right now,” he informed her, glancing briefly at the clock on the wall, “I gotta be out there in like five minutes.”

She nodded, contemplating what he said, before her hands slipped down once more, reaching for his belt. “You can be a little late…”

A smirk pulled at his lips as their eyes were locked on each other, before his gaze lowered just as she shifted back, kneeling on the floor between his spread legs. She kept her sight on him as she took hold of his belt again, unbuckling it quickly and pulling it through the loops, a mischievous smile on her face. He lifted his hips slightly, allowing her to tug the dark jeans down to his knees, along with his boxers. His cock rested against his pelvis, the light brush of her fingers against his length causing him to twitch, making her bite down on her lip. She lowered her head, dropping some of her saliva along his shaft, her mouth softly sucking at the tip as she glanced up at him.

Their eyes met briefly before she licked over the underside of his cock, his head dropping back once more as a low grunt escaped him, his eyelids fluttering closed. His hand found its way into her hair as her mouth sank down over his shaft, the small moan from her vibrating around it making him clench the strands between his fingers. She pulled back slowly, her tongue moving along his cock and licking at the tip, before she took him into her mouth again. Her head bobbed back and forth, circling her tongue around the tip every time she drew back, taking him deeper as she relaxed her throat.

“Fuck, just like that, darlin’,” he groaned, his eyes glancing down at her, completely lust-blown.

The glugging of her throat reached both of their ears as she sped up, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her mouth, making her thankful her gag reflex was nonexistent. She moaned as she sank her mouth lower, the tip of her nose pressed against his pelvis as he gripped her hair tight, his eyes snapping closed, vision blinding white from the overwhelming sensation of her mouth. He feared any minute someone was going to be knocking on his door, asking why he was taking so long, but he pushed that thought away. He wasn’t going to last much longer anyway with how deep she was taking him, his thighs tense as he felt how close he was to his release.

“Shit, Y/N,” he hissed, his jaw clenching just as his hand did in her hair, holding her in place. “So fucking good…”

She continued to bob her head up and down over his cock, her hand stroking over his balls, feeling him twitch against her tongue as she continued to suck. It wasn’t long before his head fell back once more, a deep, drawn out “fuckkk” leaving him as he throbbed, his seed coating her tongue. She took everything he had to give her, giving the tip a final lick before she sat up, a wicked smile on her face as their gazes locked just as she swallowed.

“That was…” he breathed heavily, shaking his head as a small, raspy chuckle fell from his lips. “Fuck, darlin’, you really can still surprise me.”

She giggled, her lips hovering close to his as she leaned up, slowly. “You love that about me.”

“I really do,” he husked, looking deep into her eyes before he pecked her lips, once, twice.

He redressed quickly, both of them cleaning up and making themselves presentable before they left the room. They made it to the side of the stage only a few minutes late, the band unable to ask him where he had been. With a quick pre-show circle to wish everyone a great set, the band members walked onto the stage, Y/N watching from the left side, smiling as she heard the crowd begin to cheer.

Jensen kissed her cheek, joining the rest of them, but not before whispering a promise to return Y/N the favor once the concert was over.

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[pearlzier]

normally im a lot more brave and leave asks off anon most of the time in general however not today 😞👎🏻 so uhhhhh i was playing with one of your jackles bots and things got HEATED. i got this response and actually blushed irl so i had to show you.

“ The smirk on his face widens as he smacks your ass again, another sharp, sound smack.

“Don’t get smart with me,” he huffed out, the humor still there, though his voice laced with a hint of warning. “Lift the damn shirt.” “

AAAHHH omg okay so im a lesbian but if there’s one man who makes me question it, it’s jensen. like bro has me SWEATING.

HELLLOOOO !!!! WHICH JACKLES BOT MAY I ASK...... jensen got me HYPERVENTILATING gasps.

[lightmaren]

so im working on my own fanfiction so here's some example of it.

1:the lightmaren (so my oc in Njod/nights journey of dreams) and another oc called grim who isn't a nightmaren but something more a darkmaren and the lightmarens and the darkmaren have a history but not a good one

2: fnaf security breach sun and moon in nights journey of dreams (haven't thought of a name yet) after the fire ending sun/moon died and woke up in another universe where fnaf doesn't exist and their forms are different but now are separate! just like they always wanted now sun joins to help visitors while moon dose the same, but even without the virus there will always be a way to control moon.

3: the circus: a young girl ends up walking into an old classic circus and meets the one of the performers named jester he helds out his hand with a smirked smiled "welcome home"

4: a miraculous ladybug x nights journey of dreams crossover fanfic on where marinette knows nights, reala and jackle and they have a etra help around Paris but it seams that wizamn will also be working with hawk moth until he get his full power to take over both world's