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anundyingfidelity · 2 months

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BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS — Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy

Summary: A normal night where Butcher and his new pal, Soldier Boy, fuck just their stress out with a new toy, you.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x female reader x Soldier Boy

Word count: 1.5k.

Warnings: porn without plot, dom!butcher, dom!ben, one thought of dub-con but not really, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, unsafe sex (creampie and switching holes basically don't do it, this is just porn), squirting, dirty talk, blowjobs, facial, degradation (usage of whore, slut, etc.), cumplay, some dacryphilia, choking, hair pulling, blood, mentions of violence, Ben and Butcher being kinda jerks, normal misogyny coming from SB, some ego competition, hints to aftercare.

Notes: You already know english is not my main language, not betad and barely revised, lol sorry for the mistakes in here. The amount of horniness I have for these two I swear is not fucking normal. Normally I'd apologize for writing this, but I'm ovulating.

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A pair of rough hands held your legs open. Your empty pussy was throbing as Butcher knelt between your thighs rubbing the tip of his cock against your cunt.

You gasped, the man behind you spreading you further for his new team mate to get better access while he fucked your ass senseless. His cock reaching all the right spots. You moaned loudly, almost screaming when Butcher finally pushed inside you. Soldier Boy never seemed to cease his insane thrusts from behind.

"Luv, you're so fucking tight," Butcher grinned, your walls engulfing him perfectly.

They both soon set up a rhythm, one pushing in while the other almost slide out of your hole. Each stroke of their massive cocks inside you exploded something you never felt before. It was a new kind of spark eliciting from the deepest places, and you wanted to come undone there, over and over, forever, between their strong bodies.

"Oh, fuck! Yes right there, god!" you growled, screamed, and cried out incoherences as the two men continued fucking you to bliss.

A layer of sweat covered your skin and you rolled your eyes back, the familiar knot on your belly building up yet again. You didn't have an idea of how much time had passed since you arrived back to the dirty motel. All three of you arrived covered in blood, dirt and the weight of murder, and you still let them take you and you welcomed them the same way. You let them have fun with you however they pleased.

The last thing you remembered from that night was coming back from a mission. Your aching body begging for a shower and good sleep, but Butcher and the new supe found other ways to take their own stress out. You doubted at first. Of course you didn't know it could feel this good. They left bite marks all over your neck, nipped your tits, spanked your thighs open for their mouths to devour you while the other fucked your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks.

They continued bruising and marking your skin. Like a canvas, they left their prints, covering your flesh with different colors all over and used your mouth and pussy as they fucking wanted, granting access to the other, spreading your legs, manhandling you all over the disgusting, shitty room. Then Soldier Boy had the idea of using your ass, just for him, and at first, you were fucking scared. It was all too much. But once he had you ready and stretched enough with his fingers, you quickly fell for his rough touch and his dick, which was as huge as his ego. He was fucking addictive. Both were, in fact, fucking you amazingly hard.

One of Ben's hand wrapped around your neck, climax reaching its peak as Butcher rubbed your clit with his thumb. Your walls clenched around both of them and the vulgar sound of your pussy filled the place along with their skin hitting yours.

"Little slut, gonna cum for us?" Ben said, voice full of lust, pressing your back against his bare chest. You clenched again, his dark chuckle enhanced heaven down your cunt.

Wetness increased between your legs, and you moaned. Louder than ever. The whole place might already know what was happening in the room, but neither Ben or Billy made you shut up. In fact, they wanted you to scream your lungs out.

"Oh, she's definitely gonna cum," Butcher followed, a smirk on his lips. "C'mon sweetheart, don't be shy. Give us one more."

"I-I feel like- fuck!" with a loud cry you squirted all over them, their dicks sliding out of your holes. Shit, that was the harderst you came for the night.

Immediately you tried to close your shaky legs, but Butcher's hands held you in place, pussy clenching around nothing as your fluids coated their hard lenghts and thighs.

"Fucking hell. I'm gonna break you, sugar," Ben hissed, taking your legs and fixing your position on top of him, sliding you down his dick, but this time he claimed your pussy, pistoning in and out of you without any mercy. Even if your body still trembled and you were so fucking overstimulated. You moaned.

Butcher tskd as he watched you, tears streaming down your face and lost in pleassure. "That was mine, pal."

"Yeah, I don't give a fuck- Jesus, she's fucking tight!" Ben hoarsed.

He didn't care about Butcher, he just wanted to fuck you until you passed out and his name was the only thing on your mind.

You whimpered softly. "Please, please," you were getting there again, under the brunette man's dark eyes as the soldier fucked you insane.

But before you reached that sweet peak again, Ben pulled out of you. His strenght forced you to bend over the matress on your hands and knees, Butcher positioned himself right in front of your face. It was so fast and they moved quickly, like a dance already choreographed between them to take advantage of all you got to give.

"Open wide, baby" Butcher ordered. You complied happily, letting his cock touch the back of your throat smoothly.

Ben's rough hands gripped your hips, down your ass, giving a spank on one of your cheeks, making you jump slightly. He grabbed your ass cheeks spreading them to expose your hole, the tip of his cock teased your ass until he slid in a swift motion. You whimpered with your mouth stuffed. He filled you up perfectly and you fucking loved it.

"Such a good cumslut, taking my cock so fucking well," Ben praised, voice husky. He roughly gripped your hair, forcing yourself down more around Butcher's shaft. You gagged, he smirked. "Might just keep you around as my little, personal fuckdoll."

"Fuck- easy there, mate," Butcher warned, as you worked your tongue and lips on his cock as much as you could. "We have another deal, remember?"

Ben smirked cockily at him as you clenched around his cock. You let out a moan muffled by Butcher fucking your mouth. Both their thrusts harder than ever. "Still, I don't give a shit."

Ben's gaze admired you, hands on your hips, as he watched himself shoving into your hole. "You're gonna fucking cum again, you dirty little bitch," he ordered.

"Mmm..." You nodded as best as you could with the twitching cock on your mouth.

Butcher suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva leaked down your lips to the tip of his cock. He kept your head in place as much as he could and jerked himself off with his other hand. He came with a hard groan all over your pretty face. His white seed painted your cheeks, lips and your tongue sticking out as you shut your eyes.

"Bloody hell, don't you look ravishing," Butcher whispered darkly. His thumb collected his cum, now mixed with your tears and a small stain of dry blood on your face. He dragged it to your lips so you could taste it. Your plump lips closed around his finger with a moan.

"Insatiable slut, just how I like them," Ben hissed, pulling out of your asshole, making you whimper. "Now, I'm gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy."

He rubbed the tip of his dick on your slit and entered slowly. You felt every inch stretching you out and he slammed into you brutally, he was so fucking close. You could feel it. It surprised you how much they actually endured, their stamina was endless and you lost count of how many times they made you cum already. And yet, you felt that precious sensation anew, soft walls clenching repeatedly around him.

"C'mon whore," Ben gripped on your hair, pulling your back against his muscular chest, taking both your wrists with his other hand. "Cum around my cock."

Your cunt pulsed, he grunted. And you came, again, with shaky legs, shaky breath and the sight of a naked Butcher, who already had taken a seat on the couch in front of the bed. Your orgasm triggered Ben's, and he filled you up completely. You cried out when his fingers found your clit, the grip on your hair long gone now. He continued fucking his cum inside you, balls deep, until he started to soften inside you. His thrusts slowed down little by little.

Ben finally pulled out, letting go of your wrists and you collapsed on your hands and knees on the mattress. He spread out your pussy with his fingers and admired his white cum dripping out of you.

"Well, that was a fucking ride," he smiled. His middle finger wiped his seed and forced it back inside your pulsing cunt. "Fuck, where do you find these kind of women?"

Butcher shrugged. "I have my contacts."

"I'm still here, y'know," you breathed out, rolling on your back.

Ben hovered over your tired figure. Messy hair, cheeks stained with Butcher's cum, teary eyes, and some dry blood spots decorated your face. They did break you and put you back into pieces. He was damn proud of that. He leaned down and sucked into the skin of your neck. You moaned, your fingers tangled on his scalp as his lips carressed your neck, his beard burning on your soft skin.

"Ben, I'm tired," you said, and he stopped his kisses. He shared a suspicious look with Butcher and then locked his lustful green eyes with yours.

The supe winked at you. "Later, doll."

You rolled your eyes and heard Butcher standing up.

"Gonna prepare you a bath, luv," he said as he disappeared inside the bathroom. "Have to take good care of ya."

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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 3 months

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Comfort Crowd

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summary: dean just needs you next to him

pairing: (stanford era) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.9k

warnings: hurt/sad dean, language, reader drives after drinking but she’s not drunk, that’s it i think

author’s note: i know this gif is of jason teague and not dean winchester but that’s literally samford era jackles so i think it fits perfectly <3

music: comfort crowd by conan gray — was listening to conan gray and bam! dean winchester fic idea! anyways…

When you saw who was calling your brows furrowed — Dean? You had talked to him earlier in the week, just a casual check-in to make sure you were both still alive. You and Dean had gotten into a fight about a month prior and you both decided to just take a break from each other. You had made it clear that you were not breaking up with him, you just needed a break.

Last time you talked he was working a case in Texas, something with ghouls and sororities. You had just finished up a werewolf hunt and he had voiced his jealousy. He hadn’t gotten to fight a werewolf in many, many moons (pun intended).

“Dean?” you answered the call, still holding your first beer of the night in your free hand. He didn’t say anything, there was only labored breathing on the other side and that worried you. “Dean? Honey, is everything okay?” He still said nothing. “Dean, what’s—”

“Where are you?” he asked. His voice was clearly on the verge of cracking. He’d been crying?

“Uh, Bakersfield California,” you told him. “Just finished another case, simple ghost hunt. What’s wrong, Dean?” He again went back to just breathing. “Dean, where are you?”

“I’m in Palo Alto,” he said. “You—Could you get up here, p-please? I need you, hun. I just—I need you here.”

“I’ll be right there Dean, four hours tops,” you told him. You stood up off your chair and paid your tab. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t…fuck, I just wanna see you…please?”

“Of course, Dean, I’ll be there soon,” you reminded him. “What motel are you staying at?”

“I can text you the address just please…please hurry.”

With that, he hung up.

Please don’t be dying, you thought to yourself.

After several traffic violations and broken speed limits, you were finally knocking on his door.

“Dean!” you called out, not caring if it was now nearly three in the morning and there were definitely other people staying at the motel. “For the love of god Dean, open the fucking door!”

He unlocked and opened the door, rubbing his tired eyes. “Hey, you made it.” He smiled a little…smiled?

“Dean what the hell is going on?” you asked, trying to stay calm as you walked into the room. “You—That call? What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “I’m fine.”

“Fine?” You furrowed your brows. “Dean you called me in tears and asked me to race over here as if you were dying?”

“I…I wasn’t in tears,” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hang on…how do I know you’re you?” you asked.

He smiled and rolled his eyes a little before you both did the usual tests.

“See, sweetheart? All me!” He smiled again.

“Dean,” you said softly, “what’s going on? Are you…Are you dying?”

“No!” he scoffed, not calming your nerves in the slightest. “I’m sorry I scared you I just…needed you here. With me, next to me. I—Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Dean,” you shook your head, “I get it.”

You walked over to him and pulled him down into a hug; your right hand went to the back of his head as your fingers combed through his hair.

“I’m here Dean, you’re okay,” you told him. His grip tightened around you, as if he was scared you’d break off the hug. “I’m right here.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking again. “Thank you.”

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. You were on your tiptoes, which was kind of uncomfortable, but your love for the man in your arms outweighed any discomfort. You felt Dean’s tears begin to dampen your neck and your eyes grew cloudy at the thought of him in pain. He truly mastered the art of silent crying, he must’ve had to hide his tears from that bastard father of his growing up, and that thought only made your heart break more. Your grip tightened around his shoulders and you turned your head so you could place a soft kiss on his temple. You made a trail of kisses down to his jawline then left your lips there against his skin.

“Thank you,” he pulled away, “just…thanks.”

“Do you wanna lay down, Dean?” you asked. “We could cuddle up and maybe watch a movie? Or we could listen to music? I’ve got my iPod and we could share my earbuds?”

A soft smile returned to his tear-stained face and he nodded; “Music sounds perfect.”

“Mkay,” you replied. “Now, I have to admit I don’t have many Zeppelin songs downloaded—”

“It’s okay,” he shook his head, “I don’t care what song we play, as long…as long as you’re here. Just need your company.”

“Funnily enough, I do have some Bad Company songs,” you joked, causing his smile to grow.

“You’re the best company,” he countered.

“Why don’t you change into your PJs while I go get my bags from the car? We can get comfortable in the bed and maybe you’ll even get some sleep.”

Your fingers were once again tangled in Dean’s hair as his head lay on your chest, he was facing away from you but you knew he was still crying. You just didn’t know why.

“Is this Heuy Lewis?” Dean chuckled.

“Hey! No disrespecting Heuy!” you laughed, but Dean knew you were serious. “You want me to skip it?”

“Nah, I’ll live,” he joked. The joke made your heart clench a little though; your mind going back to the call he made to you a mere few hours ago. How scared he sounded. How scared you were as you raced to get to him. Dean must’ve sensed the change in the room because he made sure to remind you; “I’m fine.”

“You said that line already, Dean,” you said through a sigh. “I’m here if you wanna talk, okay?”

“I don’t wanna talk,” he mumbled. “I meant what I said—I just need you here with me, I just need you around.”

Your free hand (the one that wasn’t currently in Dean’s hair) went to rub comforting circles on his upper back. He let out a contented sigh which made you smile.

“I love you, Dean,” you told him. “I love you more than anything, you know that, right?”

“Thank you,” he mumbled. He buried his face against your chest, trying to hide the sheepish smile forcing its way onto his face before he lifted his head so he could look into your eyes. “I love you so much.”

He leaned over and kissed you softly, his smile connecting with yours. He pulled away after a moment, simply looking into your eyes. He kissed you once more before laying back down, this time resting his head next to yours so he could kiss you again.

“Sorry about your shirt,” he said, laughing awkwardly at the damp mess of spilled tears covering a fair portion of your tee.

“I don’t mind, kinda like my shirt soggy,” you shrugged with a smile, pulling him closer to you and tucking your head under his chin.

When you woke the next morning you did not expect Dean to be singing to himself while making breakfast.

“What time is it?” you asked with a yawn as you sat up in bed.

“About seven,” he replied. “Good morning, by the way.”

“Good morning.”

You hurried over to the small kitchen so you could wrap your arms around him from behind.

“What’s gotten into you?” he teased.

“Could ask you the same question, handsome,” you replied, not letting go. “The food smells amazing and all, but since when do you cook?”

“Remember that fight we had?”

“I vaguely recall,” you said, somewhat flatly.

“I’ve been working on my breakfast cooking so when I saw you again I could you know…woo you.”

“‘Woo me’?” You raised a brow, your smile growing. “You’re wooing me…with bacon?”

“Damn right!” he scoffed lightheartedly. “I know the way into your heart, and whether you admit it or not—it’s mother fuckin’ breakfast food.”

“You know me way too well,” you laughed. “I’m officially wooed.”

There was a comfortable silence before Dean answered the question he knew you were still wondering about; “Sam and I fought last night.”

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“I knew him going to a fancy college would put a bit of a rift between us…but fuck, sweetheart,” he said. He ran his hands down his face before he leaned against the counter and looked at you; “I think we…I don’t think Sammy and I will ever be as close as we were growin’ up ever again.”

“I’m sure that’s not true, Dean,” you assured him, placing a hand on his bicep and giving it a comforting squeeze. “Sammy just needs time, maybe a bit of space, but that’s only temporary, Dean.”

“Seems like everyone around me always needs space,” he chuckled humorously.

“If this is about what I said—”

“Nah, you don’t have to explain yourself, I get it!” He shook his head, faking a smile. “You couldn’t stand being around me all the time and hey, that’s okay.”

Your brows furrowed with slight anger; “That’s not what I said, Dean.”

“That’s what it sounded like,” he mumbled before he turned back to the stove to continue making breakfast.

“Dean I love you, you know I love you!” you said. “I raced here last night when you asked me to, doesn’t that prove I love you!?”

“And what happens when we get into another fight?” he exclaimed. “What happens when you decide that you need more space and you don’t bother coming back to me?”

“That’s not going to happen?” you countered.

“You can’t say that for sure,” Dean said.

“Yes I can, Dean!”

“What makes you think that, huh?” he replied loudly. “What makes you think you aren’t gonna run the second you realize that putting space between was the best decision of your fucking life!?”

“Because I love you, Dean!” you said, matching his tone. “Because no matter how far away I was from you the one thought running through my head was that I should call you. That I should stop being so stubborn and run back to you.” You sighed as he continued cooking and you went up to him again, leaning on his bicep and running your hands up and down his forearm. “Because when I got that call…all logic flew out the window and all that mattered to me was getting to you. When I thought you might be dying I didn’t care about anything else and I raced to you like a mad woman. Like a girl so lovestruck she’s practically crazy!”

Dean let out a chuckle which made you smile.

“So…you’re sayin’ you missed me?” he asked, a cocky smirk finding its way to his lips.

“Yes,” you sighed dramatically. “Okay? Yes, Dean, I missed you like fuckin’ crazy, and I’m sorry for ever suggesting we take a damn break. But… you know what this means now, right?”

He looked at you cautiously; “What?”

“You’re stuck with me, Winchester.” You grinned. “And I’m never letting you go again.”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied as he leaned down and kissed you.

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spngirlpolls · 9 months

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the notes on the polls are always so much funnier than the actual poll itself and i wanted to highlight the tags that made me laugh :) thanks everyone for participating and interacting with my blog, it is really such a joy to read all the different takes on the show!

thank you for your tags: @captainchilly @yurinatural @psychicbouquetblaze-stuff @angels-and-aliens @herewegojack @bloodfreakatstanforddotedu @kellyscabin @magdaclaire @pinkdean @thebackestofburners @deancrowleycas @couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name

#spngirlpolls #spn #spn polls #supernatural #supernatural polls

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lol-jackles · 7 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/lol-jackles/729572938237558784/i-cant-give-a-link-but-its-been-said-several

This sounds familiar. I can’t help out with a link because there have been too many cons this year, though I think this was said during the writer strike, but before the actors strike. But, I Remember a J2 panel where Jared mentioned something like this. But, I didn’t get the impression that he and Jensen couldn’t, or hadn’t thrown around some ideas for a revival privately, but rather they can’t officially talk about it with writers or producers, etc. To me he didn’t imply they (J2) couldn’t talk about it, but rather they couldn’t move forward with anything official right now.

Actually, this just made me think of something. If Jared and Jensen really do plan to do a reboot/revival, but they know it would be couple years at best before it could be released, Jared might see it as even more important to take this time right now (or 2024 anyway) to do more cons on his own and get his name out there without it being attached to Jensen’s while he can. Because if they DO shoot another short Season SPN, they’d surely go back to sharing a lot of cons to capitalize on the show, promotion, etc. That’s a lot of years of being perminantly tied to another person, even if they are your friend, without any break in between.

Or, Jared is just calmly backing away from CE, SPN, and constant-affiliation with Jensen with no true intention of brining SPN back in any way, but trying to let the fans down easy with revival talk. Though, he and/or Gen mentioned Jensen at least three times in their Fan X panel last weekend.

Okay that makes sense regarding the conventions + strike.

Both of your hypothesis can work, though I'm more inclined to think Jared is not backing away from SPN entirely. He returned for the Gilmore Girls revival for just one scene in part because GG is still going strong nearly 20 years later, especially on streaming, and he wanted to make sure his character's arc is wrapped up on a positive note in the minds of veteran and new fans. Jared will return to SPN to at least make sure Sam Winchester and his completed arc doesn't get retconned into something unrecognizeable and taint his legacy.

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angelsdean · 6 months

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Victoria your mind... I think you just gave me so high expectations to s16 that everything that isn't that will disappoint me. I hope Jackles is taking notes I hope he's being fed your post dhdhddh - Val

jackles let me into the s16 writers room !!!!! but thank u val i'm glad ur enjoying my Vision💖 i can just see it SO clearly and it's the plot that makes the most sense to me and lets them bring back as many fan favorite "dead" characters as possible, everyone in heaven, everyone in the empty. we need to get rowena in here too! it's what a reboot / reunion / continuation SHOULD be, like primarily for the fans and to give these characters the ending they truly deserve which is FREEDOM and life and choice. any continuation needs to be rooted in unfucking that finale and centered on love and found family and free will. and from watching the winchesters and seeing the focus be on all those things, i just know jackles is on the same page, esp since he wants his dean ALIVE.

#chaos machine productions call me! i'm ready when you are!#replies

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scoobydoodean · 1 year

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Man did you saw the things that happened in the first season finale of the Winchesters prequel? Jensen Ackles is insane for that

I illegally streamed it but this means I missed like a solid 15 minutes of the episode probably from laggy issues and such. (I will clicky the show and put it in a way that adds views later okay???) But like I saw most of it. Idk it was basically what I expected. Nothing pleasantly surprising but nothing like super unpleasant either. I would say the SPN finale very much unpleasantly surprised me in pretty much every way. So like. Just having your expectations met is nice? My expectations were very low admittedly—I only started watching the show out of spite for bronlies. If I had made myself believe Dean would be alive I'd be upset, but I feel like the show showed its hand? I expected him to be up to post-canon shenanigans and he was.

Bobby and Jack were a surprise. Seeing Jack again in that kind of state was the only thing that was unexpectedly hard for me actually. Like. I just find the fact that Jack ended up as god and that Amara is like subsumed by him and that Jack's personality and countenance is completely different now really disturbing because of the symbolism in all of that and how I personally tie it into Dean's storyline and themes in SPN.

As far as Dean and everything, I knew Jackles wasn't going to pretend the show didn't end how it ended, because he's said that before—that he isn't altering things that happened? This means though that the symbolism of how Dean died (which is bad) and how that deeply scars the whole story still remains, and I'm never going to be okay with that I don't think? At the same time, I do think this whole thing did heal me as a Deanfan just a bit. I think the penultimate episode was a very obvious commentary on how weird it was for Dean to be so... smiley in the spn finale, and this episode also hit those same notes. Dean felt wistful to me in this spnwin episode. It felt like he wasn't content with his life in heaven (which was the lie being sold in the SPN finale—that Dean's journey was over, and he would just be happy driving around for 30 years waiting around for Sam to show up... and that just isn't true—that isn't him. It felt so so incredibly wrong). So this finale did at least deal with that bullshit, and it feels like a commentary on Dean not being willing to hang in the towel, and he isn't willing to be done (and there's even implications that he wants to be alive or elsewhere). He's dead but he's not dead dead—he's not done, he hasn't given up fighting and clawing for his happiness.

If you recall, Dean's favorite song is a tie between Traveling Riverside Blues and Led Zepplin's Ramble On. Ramble On played at the end of the finale, and that song is about traveling and a journey in search of something—a lover, happiness, the prize. Take that as metaphorically or literally as you want—the song is about how the singer's journey isn't done.

#spn finale poo poo #spnwin #the winchesters spoilers #mail #the winchesters

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mlovesstories · 2 years

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Candles

Summary: Dean is stressed, and his wife gives him an environment where he can relax.

AN- no smut, just fluff.

Words: None

“Hey, babe.” Dean walked into the bunker, seeing his wife following behind him with supplies from a grocery run.

“How was the trip?” She walked through the bunker door and stopped as Dean took some of the bags from her. They walked down the stairs. “I could have carried those.”

“I’m back, and when I’m here, you will do no such thing.” He turned and smiled to her as they dropped the bags in the kitchen. “Hunt was fine. Sam needed stitches, but he’s okay.”

“Looks like your handsome face has a few new features,” she frowned, noting a black eye and a scrape across the nose.

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Tell you what. We will get this stuff put away and then I’ll give you a post-hunt massage. How’s that sound?”

“Oooo, that sounds fantastic. I’ve neer been more excited to put groceries away.” Dean smirked.

“Whatever, Dean,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ll put the toilet paper away, be right back.” YN carried a grocery bag with her down the hallway while Dean stored away the other items.

“Babe?” Dean walked to their shared room. He walked in and saw the bed made flat for him to lie on, pillows on the floor leaning against the wall. He stepped inside and stopped, a smell infiltrating his nostrils. “What is THAT SMELL?”

“You don’t like it?” YN looked over her shoulder as she lit one of three candles in the room. Scared he didn’t like the aroma; she was about to blow them out.

“No!” He said quickly. “It smells… woodsy. I like it.”

“Oh, good,” YN let out a sigh, relieved. “Didn’t get any girly smelling ones, promise. Go shower, you stink.” YN winked. “Come back quick so I can help you relax, okay?”

“You’re fantastic, you know that?” Dean grinned and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Five minutes.”

When he returned, the room smelled like natural scents, and he found it soothing.

“Come here, let me help you,” YN smiled sweetly. Dean stood there, taking in the scene. Not hearing her, he stayed in place. “Hunter!” YN said quickly. He snapped his head to face her. “Lie down,” she said quietly.

As he took his shirt off, he whispered, “thank you, YN. You’re the best there ever was.”

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#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x yn #mlovesstories #mlovesstoriescanon #mlovesstoriescandles

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amiwritesthings · 1 year

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that story idea that's been niggling at your brain for a while now? that plot bunny that won't leave you alone? here's your chance to get it out of your system!

i am offering free fic commissions, one at a time for the time being.

please note that i will not be working on a deadline. since this is a free service and i have a job and a private life and other projects, it will take as long as it takes, so please be patient with me.

what you can ask for:

you can approach me with any idea/plot/story you want to see written.

i am most comfortable with jdm/jackles, j3, john/deanna, dean/mary and dean/claire so if you are looking for feelings, passion, emotion/porn with feelings/smut those will probably get you the best results.

i will accept other pairings (e.g. j2, samdean etc.) of course, if the story tickles my fancy!!

fandoms for now are limited to spn and spn rpf!

how this works:

you message me (here or on discord or via email) and we figure out what you want. tell me all the deets: pairing, kinks, plot (the more details the better, though i can always let the story take me wherever if you only have a loose prompt!)

if i accept the commission, i will start writing. please let me know how involved you want to be in the process. do you want to get regular updates? do you want to read snippets before it's finished? do you want to read the wip after a certain number of words is done?

i will reach out to you during the writing process to iron out details and ask further questions if needed.

when the fic is done, it will be sent to you or posted to my ao3 (whichever you prefer). if you choose to have a private copy sent to you, please let me know if you are comfortable with me sharing it on ao3/tumblr later.

for examples of my writing please check my ao3

xo ami

#ami writes #writing commissions #commissions #spn fic #spn rpf #j2 #j3 #jdm/jackles #johndeanna #deanmary #deanclaire #samdean #padackles

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moosekateer13 · 1 year

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Refuge

For @supernatural-jackles’ tell me a story bingo

Quote F:

8. "For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!"

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Summary Y/N works long hours hardly ever taking a break. Jared her husband hates seeing his wife overworked. He’s going to try his best that she takes some time for self-care.

Inspired by Skillet’s Refuge

I can face my darkest night. 'Cause I trust You with my life.

I'm not afraid for You are my refuge. When it's heavy on my chest.

You're the place I catch my breath. You are the only one I hold onto.

Another long day of cases. I love my job and just want to help people.

“Y/N come on take a break you’ve been working yourself too hard you are going to burn yourself out,” Jared said

“Just a few more notes and I’ll be done,” I replied.

“Nope Y/N come with me,” Jared said as he tugged me out of the house.

He takes me out to our plane that’s out back on our private airstrip.

“I can’t go anywhere Jared the trial is in a couple of weeks,” I said.

I am annoyed that he interrupted my work. Not to mention he dragged me out in my sleep clothes.

“For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish! We're going on vacation. Before you protest further, I’ve called your office and told them you’d be away for a week” Jared argued.

One of the many reasons that I love Jared is how he is with his loved ones.

I don’t protest further and go on the plane.

He doesn’t tell me where we are going. Jared insists on keeping it a surprise. I find sleep taking over me so I snuggle into his chest.

I wake up once we’ve arrived and I squeal in excitement when I see we are in Paris.

“I remember you always wanted to go to Paris. So here we are.” Jared said with a smile.

“You are just the sweetest,” I replied as hugged him tightly.

We spend the week going to some of the tourist spots.

We ended up eating at all the small family restaurants. It felt good to them rather than just eating at chain restaurants.

We end the week with dinner at Firmine restaurant it’s a gorgeous bistro.

We order Linguine with 4 kinds of cheese, crunchy parmesan and Roma salad.

The food is amazing.

Our last destination for the trip was the Eiffel Tower.

My red knee-length dress blows in the wind. Jared wraps his arms around my waist.

We ask one of the locals to take a picture with our camera. It turned out perfect.

“ This view is gorgeous. Jared thank you, love. This trip is exactly what I needed.” I said.

“No need to thank me darlin’ Also I knew you needed it you are always overworking yourself. That view isn’t gorgeous is what’s in my arms though” Jared replied as he kissed the top of my head.

1 month later…

This wasn’t the plan, but we ended up with a surprise gift after coming back from our trip.

I can’t wait to tell Jared

I hold the present behind my back.

“Jared love I’ve got a surprise for you,” I said with a smile.

“What is it, darling? Jared asked.

His multi-spectrum hazel light eyes and Jared’s got the smile biggest smile on his face.

Inside the box are a pair of tiny shoes and a pregnancy test.

“We are having a baby this is the best news possible,” Jared said.

Jared picks me up and spins me around. Then he kisses me lightly before setting me back on my feet.

“I am really excited too. You are going to be an amazing father.” I replied.

“Thanks, darlin’ and you are going to be an amazing mother,” Jared replied.

We’ve been married for 5 years, and a baby was the last thing on our minds. Fate had other plans though and I can’t wait for this next chapter.

#refuge #jared padalecki x reader #For once in your life #do what you want! Be selfish #tell me story bingo #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer13 #Angst #Fluff

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gaytedlasso · 1 year

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I posted 21,905 times in 2022

2,333 posts created (11%)

19,572 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sketchbookdean

@xofemeraldstars

@castielsupernatural

@castiellesbian

@transsexualcas

I tagged 7,085 of my posts in 2022

#spn art - 672 posts

#el.pdf - 548 posts

#ask elliot - 382 posts

#misha - 362 posts

#jackles - 276 posts

#prev - 272 posts

#faves - 254 posts

#castiel - 178 posts

#spn edit - 171 posts

#destiel - 165 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

I love self reblogging. The concept of going "is anyone gonna reblog this amazing content I made?" and not waiting for an answer

1,917 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

We built a little house and filled it with our little dreams

But shining brighter are the moments that were in between

If I'm honest, it felt like love

And in the morning, you adored me 'til the sun went down

And then I knew you were the one I couldn't live without

If I'm honest, it felt like love

Don’t You Worry by Oh Wonder

Day One of My 2k Celebration

light - home - what if it was easy - it will be easy

1,927 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

Divinity lives within my skin and my love,

I am blessed that you let me worship at the altar of your lips

“Please,” he says, “I need something more.”

More than life? I ask. Than pleasure?

“Yes,” he says, with clasped hands on bent knees,

“I need you”

He spills whiskey into his stomach, smoke into his lungs. He spill blood, his own and others’.

But he does not spill one drop of us, tongue chasing fingers so that he may take what is left of my body from my hand.

- poem by Kath @caskarass

Stolen moments of holy intimacy between Dean and Castiel

Their mutual worship knows no bounds.

2,047 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

baptized in blood,

it drips from my nose

with no absolution.

what if it was easy?

Dean Winchester - patron saint of the weary

for my beloved Sana @sobernatural celebrating 2k

prompt: young Dean

inprnt / redbubble

2,441 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Losing love is like a window in your heart

Everybody sees you’re blown apart

Everybody sees the wind blow

Graceland - Paul Simon

Dean's heart burns in front of him. Leaving the hollow shell of what was. or could have been, if he'd shared it with Cas.

For Liv carrotfricker's 500 celebration - void/grief

2,494 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#4/5 being my art! Winning at tumblr I’m gonna cry #Also one of my posts being about self reblogging and myself being the no. 1 blog I rb from #Iconic of me #I know for a fact that the longest tag is a lie lmao #I leave tags longer than that like every fucking day??#Very confused as to why that’s wrong #tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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bloodydeanwinchester · 1 year

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i am about to start my 3rd rewatch in a little over a year and im starting to wonder if maybe i should try to pay attention to who’s writing which episodes this time around. like maybe even take notes? i feel like this could actually be really informative for me. yes i realize im insane it’s fine tho cause jackles is always worse

#ive just got 3 more episodes in s15!!!!#yes despair is next!! i think im gonna watch it tomorrow 😭😭

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kayssweetdreams · 2 years

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Maestro Hiccups 2 Nightmares Unleashed Part 17

Meanwhile, Back in the Shared Nightopia...

The group followed the Nightopians to a small secluded area of the dream world, one that was much darker, but had many luminescent flowers and flora. "Whoa...and here I thought Wonderworld had beautiful glowing plants..." Yuri said in awe, her hand brushing across a glowing swirling mushroom. Some of the Nightopians had taken refuge there, as the darkened area made it easier for them to hide themselves.

"You poor things...I wonder how long the Nightmaren have been doing this." Lucy said. "If the Nightopians already know what to do when they appear, it must be a very long time..." Cal rationalized as they walked deeper into the flora. A little while later, they finally found another bush with the Dream Berries, only this time, It was TEEMING with the Berries that were lost to the Nightmaren the first time.

"Thank Goodness! And this time, no Nightmaren should have spotted the bush." Eis said, his eyes scanning the sky, looking for any renegade Nightmaren. Suddenly, there was a loud 'whoosh' from behind them "What was that?!" Yuri yelped, hiding behind Jose "I don't know, but get behind me just in case..." The farmer said, grabbing a nearby stick, ready to hit whatever dared come their way.

Another 'whoosh' shoots in front of them as a shadow flies mere inches from them "EEK!!" Lucy squealed, grabbing the first thing she could feel...which was Cal's waist. Both of them blushed, but Lucy's hands still were grasping his waist. A distorted chuckle reverberates around them, sending shivers down their spines, as a monstrous figure rises in front of them.

The entire group screamed at the top of their lungs as they awaited their nightmarish fate...until the distorted chuckle turned into a light-hearted laugh. The monstrous figure stepped out of the shadows, and it was revealed to be NiGHTS, who was covered in big clumps of glowing moss "Hahaha! I must say, You sure are jumpy, to be friends of my cousin!" They said, pulling the moss of of their clothes.

Cal's face turned red "NiGHTS!! THAT WASN'T FUNNY!!" He yelled Cass nodded "We thought you were a Nightmaren!" She said, her cheeks puffing out. NiGHTS briefly tensed up when Cass said 'Nightmaren' But she shook her head, as if she remembered something.

"Speaking of which...And this was rather strange, Reala and me were fighting, and then Jackle came and told him that he had 'New Orders' from Wizeman, and then he just called the Nightmaren off. But I'm not sure why..." They explained. Leo puffed out his chest "Maybe they know that they can't take you!" He said.

NiGHTS raised an eyebrow "I'm not sure...but maybe you should get Lance's cure before they come back." They said. Acting quickly, The group grabbed as many dream Berries as they could carry. Leading to many pockets being filled "Hmm...Maybe you use a basket or two." NiGHTS said, making a makeshift basket out of some leaves.

After a while, the human team had found their cure, and had left the Shared Nightopia. "Now that we have the cure, We can help Lance!" Yuri cheered. "But...how are we going to get them back to the theater. This IS a dream after all..." Eis asked. The group all stopped in their tracks, how would they get the Berries back to the theater? If this was a dream, the Berries would just stay there and they would wake up without the cure.

Just then, something caught Emma's eyes "Hey guys...When that that get here?" She asked. The gang turned around, and saw what looked to be another door to another Nightopia...however, this one had 2 differences. The stained glass on the top of the door shown a rainbow music note, surrounded by clouds and rainbows.

And the most striking difference, was that there were chains on the door. Locking anyone from getting in or out...

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jus-alilcomforblelad · 1 year

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intro

hey, call me ernie 👍

this'll be reblogs w/ jaunty tags

and the occasional original post if i dare? (is my humour for you? find out next on--)

(99% of posts are fandom-oriented--if not, it's tagged #ernie-general)

(heads up that i try not to reblog long posts--my scroll wheel is dying, as is my hand)

anyway, here're my main special interests if someone wants to froth at the mouth together over favourite characters, read heavily into scenes or commiserate over investing too much into fictional people:

currently spinning in my mind microwave (chronological order as accumulated, ed. 15-Feb-24): - aubreyad (books, 2003 film; oh uhuh okay, *jackles voice* sTePhEN?!) - botes in general? (also see ship media inc. aubreyad, the terror, ofmd, hornblower, star trek arguably) - star trek (tos, data; wacky adventures in space based around scientific exploration?, it's been another bbc sherlock interest situation with aos i feel)

my most consistent spins: spn (regrettably) sherlock holmes (primarily acd, elementary, granada, jonk, lenfilm, and nrh) clue

(tag index + total spins below cut (ed. 16-Jan-24))

(note: i am a young adult, hi, i don't know what i'm doing)

complete(?) list of spins:

my tv show spins: a kind of spark (a+ autistic rep) bbc ghosts community daredevil dirk gently's holistic detective agency good omens julie and the phantoms merlin our flag means death sherlock holmes sleepy hollow spn star trek the terror what we do in the shadows the witcher (for jaskier and the setting) zoey's extraordinary playlist

my video game spins: la noire the last of us life is strange (1 and bts) the walking dead

my musical spins: be more chill beetlejuice dear evan hansen newsies

my film spins: bill bright young things clue master and commander

blog-specific tags index:

(i go by this post for writing text and image IDs)

(my spoiler tags are the media tag then 'spoilers' e.g. '#bbc ghosts spoilers')

(my trigger warning tags start with 'tw')

(in my intro current spins: no symbol means it's sticking around, ~ means i'll prob go off it soon)

#ernie-speaks posts by me

#ernie-spin-cycle posts for changing between spins, or talking specifically about spins

#ernie-autistic-things posts to do with me being autistic

#ernie-general posts outside of fandom entirely

#ernie-mutuals posts that are asks by mutuals or commented on by mutuals

#fandom nonspecific posts fandom-related but not tied to one specific fandom (even if my tags are fandom-related)

#multifandom posts that involve multiple fandoms (not inc. '#fandom nonspecific' or tags that cause multifandom)

#[would pin] posts that i would pin if i didn't fundamentally require this organising post to explain myself

#ernie-pause posts involved with taking breaks from tumblr

#ernie-wait that's me my peer-reviewed posts (not public prob)

cool, that's, yeah, okay, bye o/

#ernie-spin-cycle #ernie-autistic-things #ernie-general #ernie-speaks #[would pin]

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myaimistrue · 1 year

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I posted 5,149 times in 2022

673 posts created (13%)

4,476 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@myaimistrue

@buglovescas

@castiellesbian

@cryingoveritallmp3

@pinknatural

I tagged 4,319 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#spn - 2,378 posts

#deancas - 715 posts

#del's posts - 551 posts

#dean - 399 posts

#cas - 307 posts

#black sails - 151 posts

#succession - 121 posts

#fic - 108 posts

#del watches black sails - 90 posts

#art - 84 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#can i tell you that i have never once even considered the option of changing my background color........that's so smart wtf why dont i do th

My Top Posts in 2022:

dean is the kind of guy who thinks taking the trash out is like. his masculine responsibility. anytime cas tries to do it dean’s all outta my way sweetheart i’ll handle this! wouldn’t want you to get your pretty hands dirty! and cas is like dean i’ve killed more people than you could imagine.

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the way that black sails is like. actually sometimes it IS right to burn it all down. sometimes the world condemns you and instead of showing them how wrong them are, sometimes you need to show them that their fear was right. you call me unnatural? i’ll show you unnatural.

2,134 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

if hbo ends up owning spn they WILL do a reboot. idk what it'll look like but hbo loooooooves a reboot/reunion of a popular show. i think we'd be basically guaranteed one for spn.

3,618 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

like what jackles and the prequel seem to not understand or care about is that mary and john were forced together by god so that they could give birth to vessels. they were fucking trapped together and they were NOT good for one another. and i’m not one to give a fuck about the sanctity of the plot of the cw’s supernatural, but like. that’s kind of critical to telling a story about those characters pre-series. if that’s not how you handle it, it completely undoes the majority of supernatural’s overarching plot. like. what.

4,575 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

what would have happened today if jared died in the car accident...........like misha couldn’t make his statement. how long would he have had to be bi. maybe forever?

20,293 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #hm....okay fair.

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scoobydoodean · 1 year

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as a long-term cas girl and heller i want to say i am living for your destiel takes. the way some fans woobify cas drives me insane though i do think it's influenced by how the show treated him at the end. but i strongly agree cas needs to be dean's saviour and pre-decided a romantic relationship was impossible. people don't talk enough about the fact there's a massive age/culture gap between them in which cas has more power in virtually every way (if this were a m/f pairing with a human woman there would be more discourse about this imo, destiel is the m/m version of this very popular interspecies romance trope). anyway as someone who is not even a dean girl it's apparent to me that castiel is NOT a safe person for dean to love since EVER (if one interprets dean as repressing romantic feelings it's because that'd cause him even more pain than cas has already brought him).

🙏 The show absolutely treated Cas terribly, and one of the most frustrating things for me is the lack of resolution to his need to fall on a sword—how he is always trying to martyr himself and that... isn't resolved. Leaving that character note—letting it stand—is very much like letting Dean die young and bloody. Like. They both got ends they predicted in some sense, coming from a part of themselves that thought very lowly of their own worth as individuals? And I think that's extremely sad. Like. He got to confess his love and I love that, but at what cost, you know? I would absolutely love to see a canon resolution to that storyline that's satisfying and allows Cas to heal and grow out of the unilateral, lone wolf decision-maker situation.

Yeah Cas literally beat Dean bloody in an alley using his superior strength, and large swaths of destiel fandom think that's hot and it's just a big joke, but then loose their fucking minds with rage when Dean in season 10, under the influence of the MOC which is actually altering his personality, beats Castiel up using his now superior strength. The whole thing is just stupid. I actually think the age and cultural gap is something Dean struggles with a lot, and uses to excuse Cas's actions a lot, thinking he just can't understand him. Like. Dean knows Cas cares about him. The rest? It's just confusing. Like. I don't accept the actors feelings as being established canon or as forcing certain interpretations, but Jackles kind of implied he plays Dean this way—that Dean isn't sure what the things Cas does mean because he doesn't know if Cas is coming from things at the same frame of reference as him or if Cas is thinking about things from some weird angelic perspective... and Cas's actions give Dean a lot of reasons to be confused. He gives Cas a LOT of leeway over things I would have made a way bigger deal out of I think partly because of this.

It is sad that Cas isn't a person Dean could confess romantic feelings to if he has them (which—I think he probably does?), though I think another issue is just that. They are all always doing things. Like. They are CONSTANTLY busy with one thing after another. When would Dean ever have the space to even evaluate that, much less choose if he trusts Cas enough to tell him. Even Cas, on his side, only confessed because it presented an opportunity to save Dean (and die in the process jfc). Otherwise, it seems like he was probably cool with just... keeping silent about it forever? And I think one of the other things we don't talk about enough, is that these dudes are like... fucked up. They have PTSD. They have severe trauma, and there are a lot of emotional issues they are trying to contend with, so when exactly are they supposed to figure out whether they want to be open about romantic feelings and how? They are trying to deal with trauma from being lobotomized and tortured and possessed etc etc etc.

#spn finale poo poo #mail

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