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men will travel to an entirely different dimension just to have homoerotic momence with other men

Still think cas should have been in most of the deanketch scenes so we could get jealous cas 😅

the "well hello" kills me like this man is not subtle whatsoever

The virgin Misha Collins anonymously lurking in the Destiel tag on AO3 vs the chad David Haydn-Jones proudly publishing his own fanfic under his government name

James Bond Gets Fucked Roughly By Colonel Sanders

Don't take this seriously, lmao

Pairing - Asmodeus x Arthur Ketch

Triggers - Terrible food jokes

It was a long day after Arthur had finished his hunt, which entailed a few rowdy, troublesome vampires. It wasn't anything too difficult, though only one thing was on his mind. He needed a good dick down. Walking down the halls of Hell, the James Bond wannabe was eager to see the King of Hell, knowing he would get exactly what he wanted.

Opening the doors of the throne room, he had found Asmodeus, in his suit of white, spread out on the throne. Staring the demon down, he couldn't help but see how much Asmodeus looked like Colonel Sanders, making Ketch bite his bottom lip, resisting a moan at the thought of the man making him a human five-dollar fill-up.

Asmodeus couldn't help but smirk at the man before him, his pearly whites showing as he smelled Arthur's arousal, making the Demon of Lust twitch in his seat. "Hello, Arthur." Asmodeus hummed, getting up from the stone throne, quickly meeting the lips of the hunter. They were both needy, needing some good ol' dicking, like your mother.

"Please, Colonel, fuck me like your little cum slut." Arthur moaned, tugging at Asmodeus's hair, making the demon moan in return from the pain. "You know I can't resist you, Arthur. I crave that bussy of yours." Asmodeus replied, quickly going to work on Arthur's neck, making the B-Rated Bond moan in pleasure.

Snapping away their clothing, Asmodeus becoming too eager for the taste of Arthur's bussy once more. So wet, so tight. He could never resist such a thing unless it was his famous KFC Bowl, which is in restaurants near you for only $3:99. Grabbing Arthur by his ass, he slammed him onto the nearest table, having him laying on his back, giving the demon a clear view of Arthur's flushed face and body.

Though, Asmodeus couldn't help but notice Arthur's dick that twitched with any movement or friction that came its way. Grabbing ahold of his dick, Asmodeus gave it a few pumps, earning begging and pleading whines from the hunter, who started to act like a mother who won the casserole competition. "You like that don't you?" Asmodeus said, more of a statement than a question.

The demon didn't wait for an answer, instead aligned himself at Arthur's entrance, not bothering with lube, liking the pain and suffering he gave his lover, as well as his customers after a bad batch of chicken. Thrusting himself into Arthur, Asmodeus like out a guttural, nearly feral moan as he started to thrust, making Arthur cry out in pain and pleasure from his ass being ripped open without warming. Arthur felt as if it were better than any cactus he had used.

With each thrust, Asmodeus went deeper into Arthur's bussy, soon finding the bottom's prostate, hitting Arthur's sweet spot that made him see stars every time it was beaten like a defense woman. "Fuck yes. Almost as good as my coleslaw, Arthur." Asmodeus moaned out, feeling himself close to his orgasm. Arthur was already nearly on the edge, the constant stimulation of his prostate making him shake and whimper for more.

After a few more thrusts, Arthur arched his back, coming hard as he reached his orgasm. "Yes, Colonel!" He moaned out, hitting the table once again as his back straightened back up. With his hole tight and clenched, it only took a few more thrusts before Asmodeus filled Arthur with his five-dollar fill-up, pulling out not long after. His secret KFC sauce spilling out of Arthur's hole, dripping down his cheeks.

Watching as Arthur helplessly laid on the table, Asmodeus admired the work he had done to Arthur, seeing him a panting mess. Getting a sudden idea, Asmodeus leaned down to come right in front of Arthur's dick, licking from Arthur's shaft, feeling the rhythm of the male's heart from the orgasmic pulses.

It only further aroused the demon as his hands gripped the Rip-Offs hips, making Arthur whine from the overstimulation of his dick, his head hitting the table as Asmodeus's tongue met his slit. With fresh, hot cum coating his tongue, Asmodeus let it lather in his mouth, whispering softly into Arthur's ear as he swallowed. "It's finger lickin' good."

I miss this bloody wanker☹

(P.s, i think im going through a mick phase rn so my next few posts will probs just be about him)

Welp, since its over now and most of us didn't like the ending, i have formerly decided to try and write my own alternative ending and possibly a spinoff

Tell me what or who i should bring back and ill do it😁 (yes, destiel will obviously be involved)

(Might take me a month or so since im so slow, but im not making any promises)

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 122.5/327

13.7 War of the Worlds Written by Brad Buckner & Eugenie Ross-Leming Directed by Richard Speight, Jr. Original Air Date: November 23, 2017

i think its awesome that every like "antagonist" that the winchesters were SUPPOSED to kill just falls in love with them after like two episodes lmao. like theyre so upset about it. theyre like "i could kill you" bitch no you couldnt youd die for them lmao

Part 4: I was gifted the new Supernatural Tarot Cards and they are gorgeous! The artwork is from Matthew Skiff and he did such a great job. These cards are from the Pentagram Section.

Why is it that I will like 1 THING on my fyp and suddenly my entire feed is said thing? Like yes I like that but I’ve also liked 10 million other things that I want more of.

So I’m going to take this into my own hands, in regular tumblr fashion…

“Dads on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Supernatural fans come find me.

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P.s. Bring pie.

Important Ketch Relationships as Mick Quotes (Part 1)

This also plays into my fantheories really well (platonically or romantically). {Hate comments towards them will not be tolerated.}

i got copyrighted off youtube so,,,, shhhhhhh,,,,,,,,,,,,,, let’s try again

Lower Your Expectations –Bo Burnham × Supernatural Men

You want a guy that's sweet,

a guy that's tough

A feminist who likes to pay for stuff

The kind of guy that gets along with your friends

Without being attracted to any of them

A good boy,

a bad boy;

a good bad boy;

A half good, half bad, half boy

Loves your brothers,

sensitive but not weak and

Is a great lover, calls your mother on the weekend

SPN

POV: you're training for your first mission with the men of letters. You spent the last 20 minutes walking the rest of the way from the car to the shooting range. Its an open Kansas field, with targets at varying distances. The wind picks up, brushing your hair off of your shoulders.

"You ready?" your partner and trainer for the day, Arthur Ketch askes you. He drops the large case on the ground and starts setting the gun onto it's tripod.

After he's explained all the parts of the weapon to you, he invites you to kneel down and line the cross hairs up to a target. Another chill late September breeze billows past you. You steady the weapon in your hands and feel Arthur's palm on your back, keeping you grounded. you try to brush past the feelings his touch stirred in you.

"getting a little friendly?" You asked, when the wind dipped down and you could speak over it.

"just a little. you know, we're going to be playing the part of a couple for this mission. Do you think you'll be ready for that?"

"Oh please Arthur," you reply, your low back still burning under his touch "I've faked it with plenty of bigger assholes than you."

"Fine," he relented, removing his hand. you missed it immediately, but you couldn't show it. There would be plenty of times to play at being Ketch's girl, later, when you could blame the mission on it.

but the wait was going to be agony.

If you're into slow burns, love triangles. espionage and sarcasm you're not gonna want to miss my new fic Just my Type (link in bio)