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Drop some requests loves!❤️❤️

I’ll finish the story “I thought you never would…” probably over Easter and post it next week, since I’ll have a surgery on Tuesday.

So I’m working on something I’m just really lazy and unmotivated lately, I’m so sorry. 🥺

Happy Friday y’all!

so you. do you ever think about alternative universe where jackles became a physical therapist. like, you are lying down more than half naked waiting for a massage and the most gorgeous man you have ever seen walks in wearing tiny white shorts and a white t-shirt and says something like "hope my hands aren't too cold" as he smiles at you and he is beautiful and then he is touching you and sweet scent of oil fills the room...

what i am saying is that, whatever his career path, jackles would have always converted men to gaysm

Brighton UK (Crossroads 6), Closing Ceremony, March 12, 2023

(sicparvis87)

Danneel getting a standing ovation and being almost brought to tears, and look at Jensen being so proud (chaotic_dean)

DANNEELS CRYING  she said abt how she was too nervous to do one but sean taught her the world of cons so she said she should try it and she’s just very grateful she’s never been hugged so much in her life and thankyou and that we’re a truly special fandom (marywinchstr) 

Jensen thanking us for welcoming Danneel in (chaotic_dean)

Jensen putting sunglasses on to not show the tears when the whole room stood up for him (chaotic_dean)

“ALRIGHT STOP CMONNNNN i’m fineeeee i love you alllll and you’re not one the best fandoms you’re the best fandom. you guys changed my life you continue to change my life i cant thank you enough for continuing to show up and you do it in the most beautiful ways, it’s the most (marywinchstr)  wonderful human interactions and i appreciate every single one of you. thank you all for this wonderful weekend i got to watch someone enjoy a con for the first time and join the beautiful craziness. [he talks abt rick testing the markers on his hands rather than paper], (x)  you have all brought such beautiful art, energy, smiles and such beautiful things. idk where to start but i’m such a better human because of you all in this room. you given us the foundation to build a show for 15 years. i just hope and pray this foundation continues to (x)  grow and give birth to new things and new entities of this world. and the winchesters aside somewhere down the line sam and dean need to put their boots back on. but until then let’s keep shaking hands, let’s keep giving hugs because it’s what makes the world go around” (x)

Jensen repeats that we‘re not one of, but the best fandom. Jensen is happy that we still show up. He appreciates us and loves the human interaction, especially after the shitstorm we just came out of. He loved watching Danneel experience this „beautiful craziness“. (x)

(sbegum77/)

This is so cute!!

Drunk and/or high sex? W/ Dean or Jensen 😇🙏🏼

A/N: Picked Jensen for this since I already had a bunch of Dean requests! I imagined New Orleans in summer for this and thought the "love drug" was quite fitting. It was kinda inspired by the story of how Alison Brie started things with Dave Franco, which she told in a recent interview. Thought that was hilarious, so of course I had to use it. Hope you enjoy! 💜

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, drinking & drugs (weed & mdma), flangst, smut (thigh riding, p in v)

Word Count: 1.4k (I'm really trying here lol)

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Lavender Haze

There’s a visible haze flowing through the room, a midnight blue veil with particles of shimmering glitter in between that glistens like the night sky outside the French window. It feels surreal, like the fabric of the stars itself is blanketing you, enveloping your entire being as his plump lips touch every inch of your skin, ignite it as he worships your body. The entire universe is suddenly in your room.

The air smells of sweat, a mixture of drinks lingering on your breaths, and the damp summer heat that filters in through the open window despite the cool night air. You can’t remember how you got back to your hotel; too many shots have been downed tonight to care. Did you take a cab? Did you walk the busy streets till you landed back here? All of the above?

All you remember is the laughs, the music, the drinks, and the joint you shared with a friend in a dark alley. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d land here – with him. More drinks flowed, his irresistible smile blinded you, and a few clumsy touches of his hands on places where he had never touched you before kindled your heart and soul. He was a kid playing with matches, too stupid, too innocent to know what he was doing, what dangerous game he started to play, and you were drunk enough to set both your bodies ablaze without wasting a second thought on it.

It was a harmless text from your friend that started this whole mess: Jensen – I think you should hit that tonight. Of course, your blurry mind thought it was a glorious idea. After all, you had wanted this, wanted him for a long time now.

You never thought he’d say yes, but if you were honest with yourself, you were always scared to ask in case he did agree to your insanity, knowing you weren’t good enough, knowing you’d only ruin it, knowing you could never dream this big. Maybe that’s why you posed the most outlandish question you could think of, hoping with certainty he’d deny your request and gently turn you down.

“I have a Molly… Wanna split it and have some fun in my hotel room?”

It wasn’t like him to agree to something like this. Maybe you’ve always been a bad influence on him, but you were still majorly surprised when he didn’t even blink. He just smirked at you and nodded like it was the million-dollar question he’d been waiting for.

And yes, maybe you knew he wanted you just the same, knew he harbored a crush on you for years, knew he craved the same things you craved. It’s been written in the stars since the two of you met and caught each other’s eyes for the very first time. But call it Southern gentlemanliness or whatever, in all these years, he never made a single move – not obvious ones, at least. True to form, he was never pushy, always waiting for your pull. And God, once you handed him that rope, he lassoed you like the coolest cowboy and tied you up good.

When your back hits the door, your lungs are barely able to catch a breath as Jensen is on you the second you enter the hotel room, scared if he gave you any wriggle room, you’d leave, even though you’d never dream of it. His ample lips find yours first, claiming you in a bruising kiss that leaves you speechless. You’ve kissed before, sharing the odd professional movie kisses between your characters on a set with an audience, but this kiss is entirely different.

Real. Raw. Breathtaking.

Then, his sinful lips trail down your jaw, find your throat, and mark your pulse point purple, green, and blue. His addicting hands have been on you nonstop since you each downed that little love drug with a bottle of water. It started with minute touches – his large palm on the small of your back when he guided you out of the bar, his warm hand on your knee in the back of the cab, his fingertips trailing up and down your spine in the elevator, and by the time, you’ve unlocked the door, he was ready to downright bounce on you. He loves touching you, loves to feel your skin ignite like a chemical reaction underneath his fingertips whenever the two connect.

His aura is emerald – soft, lush, and full of hope. Relaxing. Safe.

Yours is lavender – mysterious, sensitive, and full of passion. Inspiring. Chaotic.

With every touch and every kiss, his aura intoxicates yours, infecting every vein in your body until each drop of blood feels fused to his. A haze of green and purple, inseparable by the end. It’s surreal in the best way.

The tips of your fingers tingle whenever they smooth over an inch of cinnamon-freckled skin. He’s hot to the touch, his warmth swaddling you like a snuggly blanket that feels like childhood memories and home. You never want to let go. This feeling should last forever. The strong heartbeat behind his ribs tells you he feels the same.

His knee sneaks between your legs as his hand crawls inside your panties and finds an ocean waiting for him there. His groans reverberate against your skin, your throat, your chest as you needily seek more friction on his thigh, grinding your clothed cunt against the rough denim fabric as his thick thumb strokes your clit.

“God, this is so hot… you’re so hot,” he murmurs against your neck, his free hand pushing parts of your shirt and bra down to grope one breast, pinching the nipple between his fingertips until it hardens. “Wanted this for so long… So, so long…”

“Me too,” you whisper breathlessly, your cloudy brain torn between an orgasm and a love confession.

His attacks on your tit and cunt seize and still, his head slowly rising as he finds your gaze. The look in his eyes is overflowing with surprise, desire, and hope, showing a longing that’s finally sated. The hand on your breast leaves its place and cups your cheek, caressing it with gentle care.

“Yeah?”

A smile twitches on your lips as you nuzzle your nose against his and nod. “Yeah,” you admit your secret. “Of course, it is. All I need is you. I just wanna stay here forever with you.”

Jensen’s lips curl into a smile, one that hides something behind it you can’t decipher. “Good,” he says and entangles you in a kiss so deep it leaves you breathless once more as he sucks the air from your lungs while you start to think that this might be the sweetest death you could’ve ever imagined.

His hands grab your thighs, lift you up until your legs wrap around his waist. His full-grown erection presses against your pussy as you grab and bite and hold onto whatever of him you can get between your hands and mouth. Clothing items drop in haste, not sure who removes what from where, but you’re positive your lips part as he enters you in one thrust until his long, thick cock is fully sheathed by your heat, stretching your walls like no one ever has before. The delicious burn, the pleasurable sting between your thighs is a new feeling you could find yourself growing quite addicted to.

“Shit, ’m sorry…,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck at his eagerness and apologizes for his temporary loss of control, which you find quite flattering as his cock throbs inside of you while his fingers gently caress your head and comb through your hair to soothe the bits of pain you feel. “I love you,” he whispers softly against your lips and claims them in the same breath.

You smile shyly, happiness wrangling with sadness inside your heart. “It’s the drugs,” you tell him and excuse his irrational behavior, having been through this circle a few times before.

However, he shakes his head with all the stubbornness he can gather and cups your cheek, thumb caringly brushing over its rosy apple. “No, it’s you, sweetheart. Promise,” he assures you.

With a thick swallow, you nod and drop a tear on his thumb pad. “Okay… I love you, too,” you accept and cry out as he pushes back inside and never stops again.

Considering the other drabbles I did up till now and the nature of this request, this turned out oddly romantic and sweet *pats self on back* 🥰

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So, it's come to my attention that calling The Winchesters 'fanfic' is something that a cursed segment of the SPN fandom is doing to denigrate TW.

I have gleefully called it fanfic, and that's because it is clearly a transformative work based on the original show. Jensen Ackles literally said: I hate this ending for the blorbo inside my heart (and body), I can't let him go, and I'm gon' write him a new ending. Then he threw his money at it, and suited up. Good boy.

For the record, I think that is fucking awesome. Let me be very clear: fanfic is something I love very much, something that is of genuine intellectual interest, and a thing you will pry from my cold, dead hands. Calling something fanfic is not, to me, a denigration of any kind. Believe me, when I tell y'all that I never expected to take Jensen Ross Ackles into my heart like I have thanks to this amazing turn of events, but THIS HAS DONE IT. I love that dude. He looks so fucking cute when he is fixing that dog's dinner of an ending to a show and a character that I got 15-year slow-burned into being over-invested in. He has never looked cuter.

That said, my calling it a fundamentally transformative work doesn't mean I'm saying it's not canon. What happened in TW is canon in the SPN universe, and the haters can die mad about it. Dean is canonically actively searching for his "family", or like, the one member of his family he doesn't know exactly where to find... I'll give you a hint:

...and dealing with his trauma while driving his magic car through portals in the multiverse to hang out with his baby parents and their awesome friends.

Jensen's privileged position as both the owner of the intellectual property and the producer of a transformative work based on previous canon means that TW hits an interesting sweet spot in the shared space on the fic vs canon Venn diagram of my dreams. I love it, and I hope someone is writing a dead-serious dissertation somewhere, although probably not, because it's not like it's a new situation that something is simultaneously transformative and an original work.

So tl;dr -- TW is clearly a transformative work, and it is also canon. Jensen Ackles is a goddamn delight, and I love him for this. I hope he is very proud of himself. Jensen, you're doing great, honey! Finally, calling something fanfic is not a denigration, because fanfic is legit and awesome. The end.