and turned into a supernatural thing

anonymous asked:

Could you do a Random prompt for Scott McCall?

Originally posted by hvproductions

Prompt: “You make everything okay.”

Character: Scott McCall

Warning: Mild angst


“You make everything okay.”

“Everything is okay?” You looked down at Scott laying across your legs, what did he mean? You were all okay, no one was in danger…you guys were okay.

“It’s not though is it? We deal with all this supernatural bullshit, i’m a fucking werewolf, people get hurt and we’re the only ones who can deal with it. It’s not okay. But I can handle it with you around.” He sat up from your legs, running a hand through his hair in agitation. 

“Everything’s not okay in general, but we’re okay. We’re okay.” You weren’t going to just leave him no matter how much bullshit turned up. He was your friend first, your partner second and friends stick around to help when things get rough.

Dean Prompt Request #7

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: 6 + 26  “He’s a child” +  “How did you get that black eye!?”

Characters: Dean, Jake (OC), Your son,

Warning: Fighting, Abuse,

Requested by: Anon

(Y/S/N)- Your Sons Name

You were pacing back and forth, you and your boyfriend got into a fight, again. Ever since Dean walked out on you an your son, things haven’t been the best for you.

He pushed you against the wall “I can’t even stand to look at you” he spat. You just turned away, not looking at him. “Come on (Y/S/N) you’re coming with us today” Jake stated pulling on (Y/S/N)s arm.

“No he’s not.“ “Why not” questioned “He’s a child.” You’re not taking him with you” you told him. He got mad and punched you in the face. 

“You’re not going to tell me what I can and can’t do.” His phone started ringing. “Hey man, yeah I’m ready, I’m leaving right now. “We’ll talk when I get back” he told you. He slammed the door as he left.

“Mommy” you heard your son call for you. “It’s okay baby” you whispered. He laid his head on your shoulder.

After Jake left 

You heard a knock on the door, you set (Y/S/N) down to go play. He sat in the living room and played with his toys. You answered the door. “Dean?” “Hey” he smiled.

“What are you doing here” you question. “I was in the area and I thought I would stop by.” You brushed your hair out of your face. “How did you get that black eye!?”

“Don’t worry about it Dean, I can take care of myself.” “Apparently you can’t!” “You’re the one that left us Dean!” You yelled. “Can I come in?” You stepped aside to let him pass.

You shut the door behind him. “Do you want a beer” you questioned. “I could go for one” he agreed. You showed him to the kitchen and grabbed you both a beer.

“You going to tell me what happened?” “Would it really matter?” “Of course it would Y/N.”

“I don’t know Dean” you tell him sitting at the kitchen table. He sits down next to you. He leans in to touch your face, and you flinch away from him. “Are you serious” he yells.

“Dean” you start. “No Y/N he’s not going to hurt you again.” (Y/S/N) came running into the kitchen “daddy” he yelled as soon as he saw Dean. 

“Hey big guy” Dean smiled and hugged his son for the first time since he walked out. “I missed you daddy.” “I missed you too buddy.”

“Leaving you two was the biggest mistake of my life” Dean explained. “Dean I want to believe you, but what if” you started to say before you heard the front door open and slam shut.

“Y/N where are you” Jake boomed through the house. “Do you want to be with me” Dean questioned you. “I’‘m scared” you whisper. 

“What are you doing” Jake yelled and grabbed you by your shirt pulling you out of your chair. “Get your hands off of her” Dean yelled and shoved Jake into the wall behind you.

“What are you going to do?” Dean punched Jake. “She’s leaving you” Dean told Jake. “Get your stuff” Dean told you. You ran upstairs and packed a bag for you and (Y/S/N).

You ran back downstairs and grabbed (Y/S/N) and went to Dean, who still held Jake against a wall. “Are you ready” he questioned. “Yes.” “Let’s go” he told you.

Dean punched him “You’re never going to talk to or hurt them again.” Then he left with you. You got in the impala. “Things will be better Y/N I promise” Dean told you. “I believe you.”

Mairon “Sauron” Aulëndil

OKAY LISTEN SORRY I’M REALLY FUCKING HAPPY WITH HOW THIS THING TURNED OUT FUCK ME

Modern Supernatural Mafia kind of AU I suppose? Who am I even fooling - I just wanted an excuse to draw Mai in a fancy outfit smoking a cigarette XD I got to explore some new effects in photoshop and I can’t say I’m displeased with how it turned out *for now*

HERE HUSBAND @first-son-of-finwe - YOU WANTED TO SEE HOW FANCY HE CAN BE

okay but how funny would it be if, after all this build up, Sam is the one to use the grenade launcher

5 Reason’s Why Supernatural is the Gayest Show on Television (That’s Still Stuck in the Closet)

To start with, I’m not delusional.  I’m fully aware that the studio and execs have settled into a comfortable pattern with Supernatural, and especially considering it’s heavily mixed demographic (interestingly, it was ranked a favorite among republicans and democrats in 2016) they’re unlikely to rock the ship with a canonically queer relationship between two of it’s main characters.  

However, it’s important to understand exactly how much queerness is bubbling beneath the thick surface layer of “no homo:”  from the orgies of male-on-male eyesex to the inspiration for most of its main characters, Supernatural is queer to its very core. 

Here are five (blaring but stubbornly unacknowledged) reasons why:


1.  Dean’s gratuitously bisexual inspiration. 

Whenever someone claims a queer interpretation of Dean is baseless, I’m always happy to direct them straight to his flamingly bisexual source:  Dean Moriarty, his namesake and direct inspiration, a la the novel On the Road.  

Admittedly, I read On the Road and didn’t particularly enjoy it, as I found it to be a somewhat masturbatory reassertion of masculinity for its narrator, Sal Paradise.  Sal idolizes and fixates the charismatic Dean and his promiscuous lifestyle, openly having sex with and impregnating multiple women, and is all around a heterosexual power figure…right up until the point at which Dean propositions a male prostitute.  

Though he’s never shown doing anything gratuitous with male characters (since the book was published in the 1960s, it wouldn’t have been legal to) it’s clear that Dean is very much bisexual, not ashamed of it, and in terms of personality, very similar to Dean.  There are a few key differences (Dean Moriarty, for example, legitimately gives zero fucks about anything, whereas Dean Winchester is secretly a little ball of anxiety with the weight of the world on his shoulders) but it’s clear where Eric Kripke got his inspiration from.

Moreover, Dean Moriarty was in turn based off of the real life bisexual counterculturist Neal Cassady, who among other things had a twenty-year sexual relationship with a male poet.  Here, he is pictured in a Denver mugshot: 

So next time someone tells you the homoerotic subtext of Supernatural exists only in the imagination of rabid fangirls, remember that Dean is the direct descendant of two ragingly bisexual icons.

2.  Castiel (or at least his wardrobe) was also based off of a bisexual character.

For a show so aggressively devoted to a “no homo” interpretation, it has a real propensity to drawing inspiration from queer characters:  everyone’s favorite baby in a trench coat, for example, was modeled after the demon-busting John Constantine from the Hellblazer comics.  Yup, another bisexual.   

Though in true assbutt fashion, his love of men is censored in movie and TV adaptions, Constantine unabashedly swings both ways in paper form – a.k.a. where Kripke found inspiration for Castiel’s look.  Here, we see him platonically receiving a man-hug from one of his bros:

So I’m not saying the fact that two out of three main characters are modeled after canonically queer figures could have anything to do with Supernatural’s gratuitous queer subtext, but y’know.  It might.

3.  Cas himself is sexually complex (and literally cannot be straight.) 

Dean has made reference to the fact that he “doesn’t swing that way” (ironically, both of which times he was literally in the midst of blatantly flirting with men.)  

Cas, however, has no such reservations:  he’s never indicated, vocally or otherwise, a preference towards either gender, so much as outright declaring that he doesn’t give a damn.  

He reacts to male and female flirtation much the same way:  just try and tell me his suspicious glower and Mick wasn’t similar to Mandy the waitress (and try and tell me they both weren’t acting like they’d like to eat him for dinner.)

Moreover, the only time we’ve seen him ever achieve some kind of intimacy with female characters is when they’re literally throwing themselves at him.  Hey, he’s an aesthetically pleasing fellow – or rather, an aesthetically pleasing something.  

Which brings me to my next point that he isn’t really a fellow at all:  Cas not only gives zero fucks about sexual orientation, he also gives zero fucks about gender.  Sure, he’ll spend seven years in the same ill-fitting trench coat, but he’ll also rock a petticoat like nobody’s business.

I’ve discovered that the writer for “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets,” Steve Yockey, is a gay man, which honestly makes it all the more perfect:  not only does it establish the Orlando-esque flexibility (or nonexistence) of Cas’s gender, but it eliminates the possibility of his straightness.  

And I want Destiel to be canon as much as anybody, but am I opposed to Cas being a genderfluid lesbian?  No.  No, I am not.    

4.  Dean can textually be interpreted as bisexual (and probably should be.)

For anyone who questions whether Dean not being straight as an arrow, I’m happy to point out some very canon things that happened on the show:

(Examples courtesy of @some-people-call-it-tragic!)

And yes, when feeling threatened, he’s professed not to swing that way.  But you know how many queer people I know who have at one point felt compelled to lie about our sexual orientation?  Every single one.  And I live in the bluest of blue states – Dean was raised in Bible Belt America and spends most of his time in the Southwest.  Not to mention the fact that he was raised during the heat of the AIDS academic.

In other words, he has every logical reason to be wary at the prospect of coming out of the closet, or even acknowledging same sex attraction at all.

Moreover it’s been canonically established that Dean has a habit of lying about himself to protect his image of masculinity:  according to Dean, he doesn’t do shorts, chick flicks, cucumber water, skinny jeans and sunglasses, and Taylor Swift music.  You know how many of those things he loves?  All of them

Finally, not every member of the cast or crew might agree (though I know for a fact that some of them do) but their interpretations do not effect textuality.  And Dean can textually be interpreted as bisexual.  

5.  Dean and Cas make a better couple than any of their love interests.

I’m going to state something I feel is obvious:  Cas and Dean have more buildup, tension, chemistry, emotional connection, and romantic history than literally any of their other interests.  

Take Lisa, for example:  she’s Dean’s longest lasting introduced as female partner, and she’s introduced as the “bendiest weekend of his life.”  

Furthermore, I’d argue that sexual attraction notwithstanding, Dean was never romantically in love with Lisa.  To him, she epitomizes his desire for a mother figure, a home, and his lost childhood, as is best demonstrated in his fantasy from “Dream a Little Dream of Me:”  Lisa isn’t a seductive or romantic figure here – she’s a maternal one. 

Though since Dean has never had a long lasting relationship (or, to my belief, been completely in love with a girl) it’s easy to see how he’d misinterpret these feelings as romantic love. 

Then we have Cas, who’s introduced by pulling Dean from the depths of hell, who makes most one-on-one scenes with Dean look like a soft core porno, and who recently (canonically!) declared his love for Dean.  

I don’t dislike Lisa, but it’s easy to see which of the two relationships is more three-dimensional, more original, and more worthy of screentime.

The One with the Giant Poking Device

Characters - Dean x Reader

Summary - An awkward moment while sharing a bed leads to an interesting morning.

Word Count - 5864

Warnings - Swearing (duh), injury (very slight),smut, oral sex/face riding (female), fingering, unsafe sex (remember irl to wrap it before you tap it)

A\N - This was written for mine and Jill’s Hubba Bubba Birthday writing challenge. Thank you to @sis-tafics for reading through and encouraging me. And a special thank you to @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for betaing. You ladies are the absolute best!

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Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester


Long, calloused fingers grip you tightly, digging into your soft curves as his hands pull you flush against his body. The heat spreads, radiating from him to sink into your bones, flowing through you to settle heavily in your center. The strength in the arms wrapping around you, the firmness of his chest against your full breasts, the gentleness of his hands as they caress you, all of it makes your breath slow, your heart race. You can’t hold back the low whine in your throat when you feel his hardening length pressing against your lower belly. He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, his warm breath fanning over you. He nudges your head back further, the scruff on his jaw a delicious burn on your skin. Soft sighs catch in your throat as his lips glide over you and you can feel his cock twitch against you in response.

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Tiny, Rambly Rant

This can’t be said enough:

Eliminate mundane causes before turning to the supernatural.

And I can understand how that would seem counter-intuitive, but let me explain you a thing …

When one takes up the craft they often feel like a whole brand new world opens up to them. Everything changes, and nothing will ever be the same, and we sometimes take this new attitude and apply it to everything. Everything becomes magical and everything has an underlying magical aura.

This is something a decent craft teacher will stop with a newspaper to the nose. *smack*

When we flip the perception, and look at everything with mundane suspicion, we are actually less likely to miss the woo. By eliminating all of the mundane causes for a thing, you also eliminate that pesky doubt you keep hearing me grumble about. You are more sure about what you’re dealing with, and can act accordingly.

For example:

I wear hematite to help with my social anxiety. They’re really energy sensitive. It is said that when they’re overwhelmed they shatter.

They are also pretty fragile and if you smack it against everything, of course, it’ll shatter.

So, when a ring breaks off my hand and I know that I’ve just been literally running into shit for the last couple of weeks. I know that it’s because gravity plays favorites, and I’ve accidentally put too much force on it.

But when a necklace that has just been sitting on my bedside table, protecting the homestead goes kaboom without being knocked around, dropped or otherwise provoked, then I know something is up.

Saturating your world with a perceived magical-ness, weakens your senses. It desensitizes you to what is out there. I recommend picking up a deliberate, goal oriented practice as opposed to a wild, come-what-may, practice. Trust me, if you’re open, the fuckery will come to you, you don’t have to go looking for it.

No, really though. Go see a doctor if you feel physically weird. Go see a mental health professional if your brain feels off. Eliminate the non-magical causes, first, and then start to investigate the supernatural.

I hope that ramble makes sense.

-St.

omgchulbulipandey  asked:

I feel like Derek must be legitimately confused when people don't find Stiles attractive. Like Scott will forever remain a mystery to him cuz SCOTT YOU GREW UP WITH HIM WHY DONT YOU WANNA HAVE SEX WITH HIM????

I kind of get the feeling Derek would be relieved more than anything no one has “taken Stiles off the market” before they can sort out their shit than anything else. 

Like, Derek is aware people find Stiles a lot to take (he knows he did, in the beginning) but he is also convinced the moment Stiles escapes to college he’s going to be scooped up by at least a dozen amazing people in his first year and he’ll have missed his chance for good, whatever his “chance” is supposed to be. Stiles is under appreciated in Beacon Hills and Derek sort of, maybe relies on that after he moves away; as he and Stiles grow closer, sending e-mails and postcards back and forth; as Derek realises, fuck, what he was sure would fade in time has only grown stronger. Because how could Derek possibly compare to someone who hasn’t got his emotional baggage? Someone without the tragic back story. Someone who can actually communicate with Stiles in a way he’s always needed, but never quite gotten. 

And Derek hates it, hates the first night Stiles kisses him, the day before his college graduation - tentative and scared - and his first thought is thank god no one ever saw in you what I see. It’s a pretty ugly thought but Derek is certain he never would have stood a chance otherwise. He doesn’t understand how people don’t think Stiles is a great catch, especially now he’s matured; is often baffled (and irrationally angry) whenever someone leaves Stiles’ bed after a one night stand that Stiles had hoped would be something more. He doesn’t get why people don’t fall in love with him the moment they get to know him, even if his sense of humour is astoundingly bad and makes Derek want to punch the nearest wall sometimes.  

He doesn’t get it because Stiles is beautiful. And not just in the way he stands or sleeps or smiles, but in the way he gestures erratically with his hands; in the way he makes those awful, inappropriate jokes at two in the afternoon as he shovels pie in his mouth and laughs, all by himself, despite every shitty thing that’s happened to him. He’s beautiful when he’s tired and sometimes when Derek watches him charge - scared but loyal to the end - at the next fucked up thing that comes their way, he has to remember to hide the fact he can’t fucking breathe beneath a well timed scowl. 

Stiles Stilinski is a mystery to Derek because he’s the most infuriating asshole he’s ever met, and yet if it turned out Stiles was some kind of supernatural creature with angel blood he wouldn’t be surprised because Stiles makes the darkness seem not only bearable, but beautiful. 

ok so last night i had a dream that dean winchester was bitten by….

a wereduck.

yes, a wereduck. and it didn’t give him any kind of special powers or bloodlust or other murderous compulsions. he literally just remained the exact same dean because there really isn’t anything special about wereducks, apparently.

except.

every month for a week he had to turn into a duck.

and like. when the duck bit him he had no idea it was wereduck. he just. turned into a duck for a full week. and sam was panicking and frantically looking for him until a week later this fuckin. duck. just waddles into the bunker. and sam is like, “how did a DUCK get in here?” and then right before his eyes the duck transforms back into dean. and dean is just like “dude, i got bitten by a wereduck.” and sam was like, “what. the. FUCK.” 

and then my dream ended.

How that “due date” talk should’ve gone

Dean: So when’s the nephilim gonna be born?

Sam: Around the middle of May. That’s when the worst stuff happens every year, like the time you, me, and Dad almost died in a demonic wreck.

Dean: Oh yeah…remember when all the demons got loose from Hell?

Sam: It was also the middle of May when Hellhounds dragged you off.

Dean: Hell’s so much less scary now, though, isn’t it?

Sam: It sure is. But not back when I inadvertently freed Lucifer in the middle of May.

Dean: We plopped you, and Lucifer and Michael into the cage in mid-May, too.

Sam: You and Cas got sucked into Purgatory around mid-May, too.

Dean: And you were gonna finish the Hell trials in mid-May, but I stopped ya.

Sam: Then all the angels fell because of that a-hole Metatron.

Dean: Right…right.. It wasn’t mid-May when I died and woke up a demon, though.

Sam: True, but it was just after, so I think it counts. Same thing with killing Death and unleashing the Darkness.

Dean: Should we count the Chuck and Amara thing? That was the end of May, as I recall.

Sam: Yeah, but the big fight was really the week before—so, mid-May, again.

Castiel: *suddenly appears* Hey, what month did I turn into a sack of Leviathan goo?

Sam: That was, May, too!

Dean: *meaningful pained glances*

“Morning, Cas.” Dean stifled a yawn as he entered the kitchen, nodding at his friend who was enjoying his coffee while flipping through the pages of some book.

“Good morning, Dean,” Castiel replied pleasantly, blue eyes briefly blinking up to acknowledge Dean.

Dean affectionately ruffled the angel’s hair before making a beeline for the fridge, his growling stomach voting ’food’ rather than ’coffee’, at least for now. He scrunched his nose when all he found were some take out leftovers that were about as old and hairy as that witch that they hunted a couple of weeks ago. Coffee it was then. And a grocery run later today, Dean made a mental note.

Sitting down across from Cas at the kitchen table, Dean’s eyes fell on the book that Cas seemed to be engrossed in.

“What are you reading?” he asked as he took a sip of coffee, curious as to what could possibly be this interesting at eight in the morning.

Cas peeked up at him again through his lashes, and Dean could swear that he saw the hint of a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Claire gave it to me, I have more of them,” he answered evasively.

Dean raised an eyebrow at him, gently reaching out to tilt the book so that he could see the cover, immediately groaning when he realized what it was.

“Seriously, Cas? Supernatural? You’re not honestly reading that bullshit, are you?”

The angel was looking a tad bashful, but that didn’t stop him from nonchalantly turning another page.

“It’s just… It’s nice to get a look inside your head, like this.” Cas explained quietly.

And okay, that made no sense to Dean.

“For real? Cas, we share a room, your tongue has been in my mouth! If there’s anything you want to know you can just ask me instead of turning to that garbage,” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes, half amused, half annoyed. “Hell, you could literally read my mind if you chose to.”

“But I promised not to,” Castiel reminded him, at last putting down the book and giving Dean his full attention. “And most of these were from before we met… I was simply curious what you were up to, how you were feeling back then. For one thing, I found out that you easily believed in the existence of every supernatural creature possible, every single one except angels.”

Cas looked mildly affronted by that, but Dean snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. Silly angel, to be bothered by this after all these years. He reached over the table to lace his fingers through Cas’.

“For what it’s worth, I believe now,” Dean muttered, smiling at Cas.

Ever so slowly, Cas’ smile started mirroring Dean’s, and he eventually nodded in agreement.

“So… Will you stop reading those now?” Dean checked after a short silence, squeezing Cas’ hand.

Picking up the book again with his free hand, Cas grinned almost mischievously.

“Not a chance.”

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Scott McCall x Reader x Stiles Stilinski 

Warnings: Slight sexual content, teasing, dom!reader, sub!Scott & sub!Stiles.
Word count: 819

A/N: Hands down and credit to the fantastic @pissheadofficial​​, for sharing a dirty mind like my own, coming up with the best imagines there is. There will be several more parts to this, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.


“Is Y/N like a supernatural dominatrix or something?” Allison muttered, earning a glance from Lydia before she also gave you a quick look. You were standing on the other side of the corridor, half outside of the classroom, talking to one of your teachers about the results of a test.

Lydia putted her books into the locker and shut the door after her. “No, she’s human.” Lydia snickered with a quirked eyebrow and Allison frowned before turning towards Lydia again.

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The Angels helping you after your first broken heart

Warnings : Angst


You used to think you were incapable of romantic feelings, that was, until you met him. He flipped your world around, made you feel things you didn’t even know were possible, and then, he dropped you as if you were nothing to him. It hurt more than any physical wound ever had.

You spent your nights in tears and your days trying to figure out what you did wrong. You were a mess, to say the least.

“(Y/n), you need to get outside.” Castiel held you in his lap, letting you rest your head on his chest. “The Winchesters are starting to pray to me in hopes that I’ll bring you back to them. I know you’re hurt-”

“Cas, please.” You almost sobbed. He noticed the tears in your voice and squeezed you a little tighter.

“Okay.” He whispered, resting his chin on your head. “I’ve got you..”

-

“There we go.” Gabriel hummed his contentment, turning you towards the mirror so you could admire his work. Your hair was curled, beautifully framing your face.

“Wow, Gabe.” You allowed yourself to smile at your reflection. You hadn’t done your hair or makeup since he left you, so the change took you off guard. “Thank you..”

“No, thank you for being my canvas.” The angel tugged on one of your curls and then let go, watching it bounce back in place. “You’re gorgeous, ya know that?” You shook your head, smiling a bit. It could have been mistaken for nervousness, but nothing ever got passed Gabriel. “I’m serious, (Y/n). Listen, I, um.. Well, I know that you’ve been questioning yourself lately. You don’t feel beautiful anymore and I hate that because when I look at you, I see absolute perfection. You truly are the finest thing my father ever created.” Your heart felt like a balloon by the end of Gabriel’s declaration. You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t speak. You threw your arms around him and hugged him so tight that you felt him struggle for air. “C'mon, babe, women can only handle me in small doses. Don’t over do it.”

-

Balthazar had a different method of mending a broken heart and you couldn’t really say that you were disappointed.

“Alright, doll, drink up.” He handed you a small glass of amber liquid and you drank without hesitation. “Slowly.” Balthazar scolded with a grin.

“Shut up.” You waved him off, setting the empty glass on the table as the room began spinning. “Woah..” You swayed in your seat, falling over on the angel’s shoulder.

“Told you so.” He sighed, sipping on the liquor. “Nothing eases the human body like alcohol and sex.”

“One down.” You rolled over so that you could lay your head in his lap and look up at him. “How about the latter?” You winked.

“Oh, you would suggest that when you’re vulnerable and I have to say no, you little minx.” Balthazar groaned. “Another time.” He kissed your head and settled for running his fingers through your hair.

-

“I’ll kill him.” Lucifer promised. You shook your head, grinning at the fuming angel.

“Want to?” You joked, but you knew your jokes would fuel him. “Wanna be my accomplice?”

“Darling, I’ll do the job myself.” You knew he was serious. The devil would do anything for you as long as you said please.

“I don’t need him dead.” You sighed and watched his face fall with disappointment. “I want him to live a long life, knowing he lost the best thing that has ever happened to him. He’ll suffer.” You watched Lucifer’s mouth slowly turn into a sinister smirk.

“You really are malicious.” He purred, moving closer to you.

“I’ve learned from the best.”

Liability (Part 1)

A/N: FINALLY posting something. This is based off a recent even that happened in my life and I kinda needed to write it all down…let me know what you think! Especially since I haven’t written in forever! 

Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

The two of you had avoided each other for weeks.

What went from hurtful words spewed at you in the heat of the moment, to you needing time, which then eventually led to the art of stonewalling that the two of you perfected in. And now here you were with this awful knot in your throat, your mind curled in on itself, two hands firmly holding the steering wheel, driving in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. You couldn’t even remember what the two of you had been arguing about in the first place, but the overwhelming sense of not being of any use to him, of being an inconvenience, a liability, was enough to have you putting as much distance as you possibly could from Lebanon, Kansas.

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Worth It

Summary: You’ve been secretly dating Jared for almost a year when he slips up at a convention, accidentally revealing your relationship to the fans. He makes it up to you in your hotel room.
Words: 5.4k
Jared x Reader, Jensen (mentioned James Lafferty and Chad Michael Murray)
Warnings: good-natured bullshiting between a loving couple, smut
Square filled: Fingering
A/N: this was requested by @blacksiren after donating to my justgiving page, and it’s written as part of this year’s @spnkinkbingo

Your name: submit What is this?

Keeping relationships hidden from the world was something you’d gotten used to over the years of working in TV.

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Promise Of Tomorrow

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x reader (ish)

Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)    

Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)

A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”

I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D

Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO  MASTERLIST

You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.

You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.

You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.    

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Whatever U Want

Summary: When Y/N finally has a few hours to herself, she decides to use her time wisely. By wisely that  means calling her favorite phone sex line  Whatever U Want.  After several different session with the sexy Ryan, she begins to think it might be her best friend Dean.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Annie (OFC)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk, female masturbation, sex toys, boners

Rated M

Word Count: 1,651

A/N: This was my submission for @notnaturalanahi Crack Challenge! Thank you again for giving me an extension.Thanks again to @impala-dreamer for beta reading my stuff!  Feedback is always welcomed I hope you enjoy!

Part Two

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Originally posted by hugs4sammy



“Dean?” You called out from your room down the hall in the bunker. You turned your head slightly, waiting to hear if he would respond to you. After you didn’t get a response from Dean you looked towards Sam’s room, the door shut. “Hey Sam!” You went silent again waiting for any kind of answer.

Letting out the breath you had been holding in, you shut your bedroom door. The two of them must have finally gone on that supply run they were bickering about this morning. Which meant you had an hour or two of alone time all for yourself! Seeing how the three of you had been crammed in a motel room for a good week, you needed a break from the testosterone. You needed some personal playtime with yourself more than ever.

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