#misha-and-jensen-cuddles

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

I need cuddles and fluff.

Would people please reblog with your destiel fluff and cuddles?

I’m all for reader inserts too.

I also will take RPFs.

I love Sabriel too. I don’t think I’ve ever read fluffy Sabriel or Saileen.

[deanwinchestersgirl87]

[idontknow-1213]

Wait... so yesterday, there was a streaming live for political reasons with some of the cast of The Boys and SPN; and there were also Misha and Jensen.

I saw that many Hellers and Cockles shippers had high hopes about this live and they got... nothing. No kiss, no cuddles etc., I don't know what they expected; it was a live about politics.

So... why after the live it was full of Jared's hate? So Hellers are attacking Jared, his acting etc. because they got nothing from the live... WTF? People are nuts.

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Anti-destiel Wank (sorry but I have to)

If you hardcore ship Destiel, please just scroll on by. Please.

Ok, I'm gonna get myself in trouble, I'm sure, but I gotta get this off my chest...

Destiel may be a perfectly fine ship,

but,

IT'S JUST A SHIP.

In the actual context of the show there IS NO ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL TENSION/RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN DEAN AND CAS.*

Full fucking stop.

Subtext can be interpreted in ANY WAY YOU WANT. It is subjective. You will find whatever you look for in it. Please stop waving subtext interpretations around as if they were objective facts, they aren't. Subtext, by its very definition, relies on implied meaning and understanding, this means it is a subjective interpretation of the media that varies from viewer to viewer. The inherent variations are what make it fanon/headcanon instead of canon.

If you see tension of that sort there and it makes you happy to postulate the what if, then go ahead, that is what fanon and head canon and fan fiction is all about. But if the fact that the tension you think you see isn't being addressed in actual canon makes you grumpy, maybe you need to take some of the fanatic out of your fanning. If you are beginning to think the show creators are actively trying to repress Dean's "true sexuality and feelings" because they are evil, you might need to consider that you've dug in too deep.

Because, like I ship wincest. Yeah, I said it. But I am aware that canon doesn't actually include any level of sexual or romantic (in the modern sense) relationship between Sam and Dean. Wincest is not canon.

Now, are Sam and Dean the real "love" story of the show? Yes, yes they are. That has always been 100% the entire point of Supernatural, the great love story of two brothers struggling to save the world together. It's about family and everything that means, but at its heart, it is about Sam and Dean WInchester. Not all kisses and cuddles and sex kind of love, but love nonetheless. Full stop.

Now, the fact that Destiel is such a popular ship is not surprising to me in the least. Jensen and Misha are two gorgeous guys who share a lot of chemistry on screen and off. And, it is canon that Cas loves Dean. That has been evident since Lazarus Rising (4x01) when Cas was introduced. Castiel's love of Dean Winchester has been his character's main motivation all along and culminated with Cas sacrificing himself to save Dean, after telling him that he loved him in Despair (15x18)

But Dean's main motivation has always been to watch out for his brother. And though Castiel became Dean's best friend, he still comes second to Sam. Nothing against Cas, he just isn't Sam.

So why are so many people so absolutely convinced that Destiel is so real within the context of the story?

Well, I'm pretty sure that it is the same reason that they are so opposed to the idea of wincest.

As we all know, incest is bad, mmmkay? Incest is probably one of the biggest, strongest, cultural taboos we have. So it makes perfect sense that the idea of two blood-related brothers having sexual or romantic feelings for each other is considered icky. It's so off putting that it is a complete no go for even fantasizing about for most people. And that's probably a good thing, tbh, incest should be taboo. But where does that taboo spring from? Why is it so deeply off limits? There are several reasons, but the two main ones are:

That incest can lead to inbreeding.

That incest too often involves molestation or rape of children.

Both of these are seriously bad enough that we all pretty much collectively agree to avoid incestuous relationships. But, do either of these two reasons really apply in the case of Sam and Dean?

The short answer is no. Primarily this is because they are fictional characters that are being played by unrelated actors. But to humor the objectors we'll look at it closer.

We can take the first one right off the table. As two cis men, neither of them is capable of becoming pregnant, so outside of the mpreg (male pregnancy) or gender bending subsets of fanfic tropes, this is not applicable.

The second reason only becomes an issue when talking about the characters earlier in their lives, pre-show or flashbacks. Weecest or teencest, or whatever, are things, but these typically have separate ship names for a reason, because even when dealing with fictional characters this squicks a lot of folks who are otherwise down with the wincest ship. So most content is tagged or labeled as its specific flavor, so anyone can find it or avoid it. But wincest that involves adult Sam and Dean (the specific pairing I'm referring to in this post) doesn't apply to the second reason listed above.

So there really is nothing morally wrong with Sam and Dean having sex with each other. I know that statement is going to bother a whole lot of people, but it is true. Just because something is taboo does not automatically make it morally wrong. Being gay used to be taboo in our culture, and is still taboo for way too many people, even though there is nothing morally wrong with homosexuality.

Now, I wasn't in the fandom back at the beginning of the show, but I've heard tell that the very first Sam/Dean fic was posted just a few hours after the pilot episode aired. A few hours, that's all it took for some highly motivated fan to type out a story where they were more than just brothers. The story is called Reunion. If you watch the pilot, even with your anti-incest goggles on, the chemistry between Jared and Jensen is palpable throughout. There is a reason the show lasted for 15 years, and that reason is that Sam and Dean just work on screen so well together. So if it only took one episode for that ship to be born, what did all the future destiel shippers do? Well I imagine they felt somewhat uncomfortable for the first 60 episodes.

Flash forward to season four and the introduction of Castiel. Finally there was another male character for fans squicked by the notion of sweet, sweet brother loving to focus on! Cas was clearly fixated on Dean more than Sam, which followed the plot since Cas had been instructed to rescue Dean from Hell. As it would turn out, the brothers were destined to be the meatsuits that Michael and Lucifer wore to the big prize fight to determine the fate of the world. Prepping Sam for Lucifer involved him consuming demon blood, which made most of the angelic host view him as an abomination, a factor that Cas had to learn to get past in his relationship with the younger brother. But Dean was ready to go right out of the box, no assembly required for Michael. Castiel, and many of his angelic brethren, as well as a lot of Demons, seem to be drawn to Dean in a way that they just aren't drawn to Sam. Is this fair? Hell no. But I mean, look at him! Jensen has sexual tension with literally everything he comes in contact with, people, food, his car, the man oozes sexual attraction. Don't get me wrong, Jared is a sexy fucking ball of sunshine, and our Sammy is a damned attractive man, but he tends to be more repressed and less openly sexual than his brother, so it is what it is.

Where was I going with this? That's a good question. I got a bit distracted, sorry. Oh right...

At its root, destiel is a reactive projection. There is undeniable tension between characters in the show. Since all of the main cast are male, that tension is highly homoerotic. The two main characters, who are undeniably emotionally enmeshed and co-dependent with each other (a very well established canon fact btw), happen to be blood-related brothers. Oh no! Where is all that tension coming from since we cannot admit or accept that it's coming from them? Ah ha! Here is a new male character that we like, yes, it is obviously coming from his interactions with one of the brothers, even though he wasn't in the first 60 episodes. Yes, it all makes perfect sense now, all that tension was merely foreshadowing.

I've read through all the destiel subtext posts. I've gone back and watched all the scenes they reference multiple times with the express purpose of finding destiel. I'm telling you it is just a fanon ship. Which is 100% fine and good, ship that ship, just stop declaring it more canon than canon, because it's not.

And if you don't like fictional incest, cool, cool, you don't have to. But the underlying sexual tension existed in the first 60 episodes prior to Misha being cast on the show, so it was coming from somewhere. And it'd be cooler if you learned how to scroll past people shipping wincest, like I'm sure you do for all the other weirdass, squicky shit that people post all over the internet. But if it makes your heart beat a little faster to imagine that Dean and Cas have eyesex but that Dean and Sam don't, that's fine. I think it's delusional because neither ship is actually canon and both are 100% A-Ok in fanon, and honestly Jensen doesn't seem to be able to control his eyes, which is not something anyone should feel bad about (it's fucking marvelous) but you do you.

*Castiel does love Dean. He confessed as much, but Dean did not reciprocate. What I am referencing is a mutual romance or attraction, which does not exist.

[deangirlsstuff67]

First Con

Sequel to Birthday Boy

Written for @deansgirl79

Jensen Ackles x reader

Summary: Six months have come and gone for Jensen and y/n. While keeping it casual due to living in different places, they have managed to keep in touch and see one another often. Dallas Con is here and y/n has a couple surprises up her sleeve for Jensen.

Warning: Fluff, Unprotected sex, P in V, Anal play, Oral (m receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Edging

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.

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Jensen's sitting in the green room at Dallas Con. It's been 6 months of having y/n in his life and it's been great. He's feeling as if he's a teenage boy again, his cellphone always attached to him these days. Jared and Misha never miss an opportunity to tease him about it either.

He's in a room with all his friends, but to Jesen his sitting on y/n couch, cuddling and talking for hours. It never seems to matter, they always have something to talking about.

Rob walks in with the band, "hey Jay, you guys ready? Kim and Brianna are wrapping up."

Jared comes over and wraps his arm around my shoulder, "I am, I just dont know if this old guy can pull his head out of his phone long enough." I glare up at the giant with the best bitch face I can muster.

"Shut the fuck up."

Rob and Jared leave me as they laugh at my 'lover boy' ways, as Misha calls me.

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Conventions in my home town are always the best. My parents are here laughing in the front row. Jared's parents beside them. I love watch them hanging out and enjoying themselves. We are about half way through our panel, the fans have been on point with their questions.

I'm not paying attention to Jared talking as he welcomes the next fan. My mind a million miles away. Which means I don't notice his shit eating gracing his face.

An angels voice pulls me out of my wandering thoughts. I whip my head around finding my beautiful y/n standing at the microphone with a knowing smile curving her kissable lips.

Damn I want, no need, those lips on me.

My cheeks heat as my jeans tighten at my wayward thoughts.

"Hi, I'm y/n."

"Hi, I'm Jared. This is Jensen." Jared points his thumb at me. "Sorry, Jensen is slightly distracted today."

"Oh, I can only imagine. " a sexy wink gets set my way from the y/h/c bombshell rendering me completely speechless.

Jared and y/n share a laugh at my expense. They have gotten to be good friends in these last 6 months. After they calm down from the giggles my shock and surprise envoked she asks her question.

"I was wondering if Jensen did anything interesting or fun for his birthday?" Her face glows with a mischievous sparkle and framed by her gorgeous y/h/c hair.

She's drop dead gorgeous. How the hell was I lucky enough to attract such a beautiful soul.

Heat floods my cheeks as the crowd goes wild. Smiling I look around before the crowd quieted down. My parents are beaming in the front row as they too recognize y/n's voice over the sound system.

We never talked about publicly announcing our relationship. In fact we haven't even labeled what we are to each other or where our relationship stands. There is half a chance I'm about have this either blow up in my face or it will lead to much more.

Here goes nothing.

"Well actually I had one of the most amazing birthdays this year, thanks for asking y/n"

In unison Jared and the fans scream, "what happened!?!"

Nervous laughter bubbles out of my throat as I discreetly glance to see what y/n is doing. To my shock she's waiting for my answer along with everyone else.

"You see what you did woman?" She doubles over in laughter. "Get that cute butt up here, they know now."

She makes her way on stage and into my waiting arms. Nestled between my legs I announce to thousands of people what this beauty has become to me.

"I met this wonderful woman out of pure luck on my birthday. For six months she has been showing me juat how incredible a relationship can be." She's staring at me with the most loving look I've ever witnessed. When out of nowhere she speaks into her microphone.

"Trust me ya'll, loving this man is the easiest thing I've done."

Love. She just said she loved me. Adoration makes a home through my body as I stare down at y/n. Love. She loves me.

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Having sex with someone you love is by far a thousand times better than just normal sex. I can never go back now. Emotions are stronger. The passion is indescribable. And the orgasms. Or the fucking orgasms... the are earth shattering.

The moment our autographs were complete I made a bee line for the elevator. My woman was waiting for me. Ever since her declaration of love on stage this afternoon I haven't been able to focus on anything but what she will feel like withering beneath me.

I was not disappointed. I showed up to find her laying in the middle of our bed, cherry red lace bra, panties, and matching garter belt. I approached her as a predator would his prey, she's mine and I was about to show her just how mine she truly was.

Two hours later and I've had her cumming all over my tongue, fingers, and coating my thighs. My cock is angry I'm making him wait to feel her velvet walls. The throbbing is almost unbearable at this point but I can't help it, I love making her cum.

"Jensen, baby I need you." Hearing her beg is music to my ears.

Lazily playing with her sweet, swollen center. Every once in a while dipping lower to play with her tight channel, "do you want me to stretch these soft walls darling?"

"God, yes."

"Need to feel me warm your insides with my thobbing member." She squirts a small amount on my fingers again, "want me to take away your pain and make you feel good?"

She doesn't answer, too fucked out to answer and I haven't even started to fuck her yet. I slid in-between her wet thighs. She's so wet I slip in her with ease.

And God she feels amazing. Soft, warm, and wet... so fucking wet.

Fast and hard. I snap my hips straight into her g spot. Teasing her also teased me. I'm so worked up it's not going to take me long to get us over the edge together.

One, two, three more thrusts and she's clamping down like a vice. Milking me for everything I have to give. I swell inside her before my hot release coats her inner walls.

I collapse on top of her sweat covered body. Breath labored. Head dizzy with lust. Heart full of love, I ease myself out of her well used pussy.

Coming down from my orgams high I can't stop thinking about y/n and the fact that she loves me. I went from giving up on the love scene, and was okay with the fact maybe no one out there was for me, to swimming I moments I never knew I need.

Whether it was a good morning text in the morning, random photos of her day, or a sexy dirty text mid day to tease me. I love them all. All it took was six months and this beautiful, incredible woman has became my best friend.

I love my best friend.

I stare at the sex drunk angel in my arms, proud it's me who can put that look on her face. That I'm the one who pulls all the moans and whimpers from her body.

Whimpering in her hair, "I love you too sweetheart. " I think she's sleeping before I begin to think out loud, "god, I'm going to marry you one day."

She stirs, eyes closed but her face is angled towards mine, she slowly flutters her lashes before saying, "good, but I think maybe we should move in together first." Her voice is barely above a whisper, "it's why I came. To annouce to the world how you make me feel. To tell you I'm all in. No more casual bullshit. Jensen Ross Ackles, you're all fucking mine."

With the statement hanging heavy between us, she makes her way down my body a kiss and nibble at a time. When she reaches my semi hard dick, without hesitation my angel turns into a sex demon and swallows me whole. My hips jerk, I'm a moaning mess at the feelings her lips and tongue are making my sensitive cock feel.

She's not wrong. I'm all fucking hers. And there's no where else I'd rather be.

[captain039]

Intimacy

Misha Collins x reader

Warnings: none fluffy one shot.

Misha had always been a source of comfort for you and he gladly gave it. No matter where you were your body would automatically gravitate towards him and he’d happily put an arm around you or let you snuggle into his side. When it was a rough day you’d want nothing more than to just cuddle with him in bed or on the couch while watching some Netflix. Though you guess you couldn’t just ask the man to cuddle on the couch seeing as you weren’t in that kind of relationship and you think he saw you more as a daughter or sister, someone too look after. You love him, you loved most of your co-workers well besides a few but Jared, Jensen and Misha were always on the top of that list like a happy family. Then Supernatural ended, the four of you went seperate ways, Jensen got into The boys, Jared got into Walker and Misha freshly started Gotham knights. You however weren’t having any luck finding a part and you felt like you were getting kicked to the curb each time you auditioned. You missed the boys, missed Misha’s warmth and care. You texted with them when they weren’t busy, sometimes even got a call from them or zoom call. You awoke to your phone ringing and didn’t bother looking as you answered.

“Hello?” You said trying not to sound like you just woke up.

“Hey, good morning” you heard Misha’s voice and perked up. You sat up and wiped your eyes, checking your clock.

“Hey, what’s up?” You said stretching and yawning.

“I’ve got some good news” he said and you frowned.

“I’m finally dying?” You joked.

“No, I’ve got an audition for you and a good chance you’ll get it” he said.

“My good chances have all been bad chances in disguise” you grumbled getting up and opening your curtain.

“I’m serious, I’ve spoken with the director and he wants you to come” he spoke and you frowned.

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Seriously” he replied.

“I’ve already emailed you the details” he said as you went over to your computer and turned it on.

“Got it” you said clicking on and skimming through.

“Need breakfast and coffee” you mumbled heading to the kitchen as Misha chuckled.

“How’ve you been?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Alive” you sighed grabbing a bowl and your cereal.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“I just woke up, I hate everything” you stated.

“Even me?” He chuckled and you froze.

“No” you grumbled making your breakfast and sitting in the couch.

“Read through the email I can book your flight tomorrow if you want, just text me an answer” he said and you nodded taking a bite.

“Uh huh” you said mouth full.

“Alright enjoy your breakfast I’ll talk to you soon” he chuckled again.

“M’kay, bye” you said and he said bye before hanging up. You sagged tossing your phone on the couch and eating your breakfast. You felt more awake though, you’d finally get to see him again.

You agreed to the audition and Misha booked your flight that night for tomorrow. You packed and got everything ready before trying to sleep. The flight there was as normal, you were met with one of Misha’s drivers, no Misha though.

“Have a good flight?” The driver said.

“Yeah” you nodded texting Misha that you were in your way to the hotel.

“Did Misha tell you which hotel?” You asked and he nodded.

“Awesome, just there please” you said as he drove off.

At the hotel you settled in the room was nicer than you apartment which you left in a mess. You heard a knock and frowned going to the door.

“Hey” you saw Misha and perked up smiling. He opened his arms and you practically crashed into him. You sighed contently closing your eyes and holding him tightly.

“Missed you too” he chuckled resting his chin your head. You didn’t let go for a while, you listened to him exhale softly before you stepped back.

“Sorry” you said embarrassed before letting him in.

“How was the trip?” He asked.

“It was good” you said going back to your suit cases. You began to unpack, wishing you could hug him again and just stay like that. You sagged at the thought, being away was easier, you could sink and loneliness and curl up in your bed with your millions of pillows and cry before getting over it and repeating. You felt a drop hit your hand and quickly wiped your eyes ignoring the worry in Misha’s call.

“Sorry I’m tired” you made up an excuse, it was false, just not the whole truth. Your hands shook as you fiddled with shoes and clothes before a hand grabbed your wrist gently. You looked to Misha and gulped softly, gosh you couldn’t keep your emotions in check. You said a silent curse and wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head in your arms. His arms went around your waist holding you tightly. You tried not to cry, tried not to relish so much in the touch. Misha began to move and you went to pull back, he didn’t let go though as he sat down and tugged you with him. You stumbled a bit, but sat in his lap, knees either side of his hips as you sighed softly. His hand gently ran up and down your back as you rested your head in your arm. You held him loosely before lifting your head up hesitantly as he his hands went to your hips. He held your gaze and you felt warmth fill your cheeks, you grew nervous thinking you’d pushed it too far. He shocked you though, pressing his lips to yours. You melted afterwards and sighed kissing him back. He pulled back you felt your cheeks go hotter.

“I missed you” he muttered voice lower than usual. You nodded trying to find your voice.

“Me too” you mumbled feeling embarrassed as he smiled. You tucked yourself back in his neck and he chuckled arms going around you again.

[auroras-blog37]

BACKUP ACCOUNT

(I got logged out of my other account😭)

@auroras-space25

Hello Tickle Community🫐

☁︎︎Hi! I’m Aurora☁︎︎

I’m new to the tickle community so here are some things about my new blog💌

My requests are open and I will write fics and headcanons ♡︎

I only write for 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 characters/people and from a 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 reader perspective ✧

I will write for 𝐋𝐞𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𑁍

I’m 18 years old so I’m not very into NSFW content ☽

My prompts are 100% open! Please feel free to put through any ideas ♧︎

I write for 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 and also 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 from my list of Fandoms below✬

Messages are open but please be kind and respectful, you are free to ask anything whether it’s about tickling or not, just please be respectful ✫彡

Fandoms I Write For:

𝐓𝐯 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬:ꨄ

Supernatural (Sam, Dean, Gabriel, Crowley, Castiel) (Jared, Jensen, Misha) 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Sam and Dean) 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫�� 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Jensen) “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.” (Gabriel) 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley)

The Last Of Us (Joel) (Pedro)

Gilmore Girls (Dean, Jess, Logan, Tristan, Luke) 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (Jess, Dean, Logan)

Teen Wolf (Stiles, Scott, Derek, Liam, Isaac) (Dylan O’Brien

Criminal Minds (Spencer, Hotch, Derek) (Matthew)

The OC (Seth, Ryan)

Daredevil (Matt Murdock) 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (Matt)

The Vampire Diaries (Damon, Stefan, Enzo, Klaus, Elijah) 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (Stefan, Damon, Klaus, Elijah)

Brooklyn 99 (Jake)

Outerbanks (John B, JJ, Pope, Rafe, Barry)

The Summer I Turned Pretty (Cameron, Steven, Conrad)

American Horror Story (Tate, James, Kit) (Evan)

Stranger Things (Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Hopper) (Joe Keery, Joseph Quinn, Finn Wolfhard)

Grey’s Anatomy (Derek, Alex, Mark) 𝐑𝐢𝐛 𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (Derek Shepherd)

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬:★

10 Things I Hate About You (Patrick, Cameron)

Scream 1-6 (Billy, Stu, Dewey, Chad)

Twilight (Edward, Jasper, Emmett, Carlisle, Charlie)

The Maze Runner (Thomas, Newt, Minho) (Dylan, Thomas)

Pirates Of The Caribbean (Jack, Will) (Johnny)

MCU (Tony, Steve, Bucky, Peter Q, Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew SpiderMan) Thor, Bruce + The Actors) 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (Tom!Peter Parker) Cuddles And Tickles (Andrew!Peter)

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬/𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬:♫

Mötley Crüe (Tommy, Vince, Nikki) 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Tommy)

Dave Grohl

Metallica (Kirk, James, Lars, Dave)

Guns N Roses (Slash, Duff)

Alex Turner

One Direction (Harry, Niall, Zayn Liam)

[hermscat]

Sooo, I will now be meeting and getting cuddles (hopefully) with Misha Collins AND David Boreanaz in September......

Met Jensen in March, JDM and Joe Flanigan in May, wow what a year 2023 has turned out to be!!

[impala-dreamer]

I need to be pressed in-between a jensen and misha sandwich rn. Not even sexually. Just naked and cuddling and someone can play with my hair and OK, maybe a neck kiss or two, but nothing sexual, just comforting. OK, maybe a little hand roaming but purely for massage purposes. Just snuggling and drifting and OK maybe some whispers about how much they want me but nothing sexual. Just ya know, comfy like...

[thelibrarylesstrektraveled]

Nightingale Chapter Four - This or That

Summary: Jensen Ackles seemed to have it all. A hit television series fifteen years running, a budding music career and a stunning wife. To the casual observer, his life was perfect. But it was a façade. No more real than the supernatural world created on a soundstage.

That day on the lake had started with uncertainty, but when he pulled you from the water everything became clear. The truth was, he’d been the one drowning.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Reader, Jensen x You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Drowning, Fluff, Angst, Smut, unprotected sex

Chapter Four: This or That

Word Count: 3398

Author’s Notes: This is a complete work of fiction about a real life person. The circumstances are totally made up and are in no way a commentary on the fantastic Jensen Ackles or his family.

This is also a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Hopefully you can still lose yourself in the utter fantasy where Jensen is the hero and you are ripe for rescuing!

Masterlist

Nightingale Masterlist

You hung up the phone with a disgusted huff and rubbed at your temple, trying to massage away the ever-present headache. You were frustrated and disheartened. It had been one week since your accident on the lake and you still had not regained your memory. Lord knows you tried, but that only seemed to agitate your concussion and add to your anxiety. You felt like an idiot and a burden. Your sleep schedule was non-existent. You’d toss and turn at night then pass out in the middle of the day for hours. Usually during a movie, sometimes in the middle of a conversation. Like a cranky toddler, it was downright embarrassing!

You tried to help around the house doing laundry or dishes only to be thwarted by your knight in shining armor. Jensen had to be the most dedicated caretaker in the free world. He never seemed put out or annoyed to be helping you. He gently shooed you away from anything strenuous. He was so easy to talk to, although you often felt that you weren’t doing much to hold up your end of the conversation. He flat out refused any effort on your part to contribute in some way aside from cuddles. Which was another thing, there was an easy affection between the two of you.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He asked one day. He went to wrap his arm around you, as he had many times before only this time he stopped halfway. “All you have to do is say, I won’t be offended.”

“Mind what? Cuddles?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of a touchy-feely guy,” he ducked his head like a bashful little boy. “My family’s the same way, big huggers. Call it southern hospitality. I know some people aren’t comfortable with it so just tell me if I cross the line.”

“I haven’t noticed any line crossing. Plus, I’m like ninety percent sure that cuddling is crucial to my recovery.”

You were worried that you were becoming too comfortable, too dependent on him. Add it to the list of things you were worried about. You worried what would happen if your memories never came back and you worried what would happen if they did. Either way, this arrangement wasn’t going to last forever. Eventually, Jensen would want to return to his normal life. He had a career and family, friends. No matter what reassurances he gave, you knew you were an obligation to him. He liked you sure, but once he felt it was fulfilled, he’d send you on your way. He’s a great guy, a prince even, but everyone has their limits.

Every day when you woke up with no memories of your life before the accident you felt tightness in your chest. Like being weighed down with a ton of bricks and someone kept adding to the pile, crushing you. As the bruises slowly but surely healed and faded away, your anxiety grew. Your body was healing, but your mind was not. What’s worse is that there seemed to be nothing you could do about it. It was maddening and at times, terrifying.

There was one thought you kept coming back to; if it was this bad with Jensen around as your support system… how bad was it going to be when the time came to leave? How were you ever going to cope with being on your own after this?

Jensen walked into the kitchen in time to see you toss the phone on the counter, “No luck?”

“Voicemail.”

“Again? We should swing by after your check up.” he suggested, pulling on a denim jacket over his t-shirt. “You’ve left tons of messages and they never get back to you.”

“I just don’t think it’s a priority for the Vancouver PD. There was no crime committed. They ran my prints and came up empty. Until someone comes looking for me, I don’t think there’s much they can do.”

“Still seems like a bunch of bull to me.” Jensen held out one of his spare jackets.

You put your arms through the sleeves as he brought it up over your shoulders, trying to hide the wince as your ribs pinched. “Hopefully the doctor will have some advice on how I can work on my memory problem. Then I won’t have to wait on Vancouver’s finest.”

Jensen hummed under his breath as he pulled the jacket closer around you and zipped it up all the way to you chin. He was always humming and usually not even aware he was doing it. It was one of his more adorable traits. When he finally met your eyes he realized he basically dressed and fussed over you like you were a little kid. You raised your eyebrows expectantly and he cleared his throat as he released you.

He grabbed his phone and keys from the counter, trying to be casual. “Let’s hit the road.”

This was the first time you’d ventured out of the apartment since Jensen brought you home from the hospital. It felt good to be out even though the bright sunlight had you squinting. Jensen tuned the radio to a country station while he maneuvered through the downtown traffic. You tried to analyze the street signs and buildings that passed, hoping for something familiar. Something to jog your memory. Hell, you’d take anything at this point! The longer the amnesia persisted, the more adrift you felt.

“You look a little blue over there,” Jensen said, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts.

“I’m okay.”

“Come on, Y/N. Tell me,” he prompted, pulling up to a stop light. “I can’t make it better if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s not your job to make it better.” Annoyance edged into your voice. It wasn’t his fault, but you were tired of keeping up a positive front. It was almost as exhausting as the injuries themselves. You were grumpy and angry and scared.

A few minutes of silence stretched out between the two of you. “It’s this car, isn’t it?” he blurted out. “You hate it.”

“What?!”

“I know you were probably expecting a big muscle car like the Impala or a pick-up truck or something. Not every Texan drives a gas guzzler, you know!” He gave a Dean worthy huff, “Some of us care about the environment, contrary to the stereotype.”

You knew he was trying to charm a smile out of you, but you refused. Instead, you doubled down on the stubborn. “Ride a horse. Conform to one stereotype while you contradict another.”

“Oh honey, I’m a natural born cowboy. How else do you think I got these bowed legs?” He exaggerated his Texas drawl and winked at you.

This time his antics succeeded, you smiled in spite of yourself. Shaking your head, you looked away, “Shut up.”

“Oh! Hang on, it’s your jam!”

You groaned as you recognized the cheesy country song. “No way, no. This is not my jam!”

Jensen laughed and turned up the volume, “I seem to remember you singing this in the kitchen yesterday.”

“That was you!”

“Loudly!” he added, grinning as he sang along. Egging you on from the driver’s seat.

Your sour mood dissolved, powerless against the relentless good nature of Jensen Ackles. You rolled your eyes dramatically and sang along with him. It was a ridiculously cheery song, and you kind of loved it. God knows why. Probably because Jensen made it so much fun. He was a complete dork, and an absolute goofball. He was happy to make a fool of himself so long as it made you laugh.

The doctor’s checkup went well. He seemed pleased with your progress and officially released you from his care. Naturally, he had no advice on recovering your memory.

“You are only one week out from a serious head injury. The human body is remarkable in it’s ability to heal, but it does take time.”

“Shouldn’t I have something by now? Maybe not my SAT scores, but… something?”

“Y/N, there is a lot we don’t know about how the mind works. You may get it back little by little, or all at once, or…. Perhaps not at all. Please, try not to focus on it. I know it’s difficult, but the less stress you put on yourself, the better off you are.”

After the hospital, Jensen drove you out to Lake Cultus. Convinced that a nice drive in the country would do you both good. Plus, you could check in the ranger service to see if anyone reported you missing.

It was a little like being in an episode of Supernatural. The two of you questioned everyone from the park rangers to the shuttle drivers asking if you looked familiar. Check to see if any vehicles had been abandoned or left in long term parking. See if you’d rented a locker or purchased a kayaking pass. Rummage through lost and found for anything that you may have left behind that day.

The only lead you got was from the clerk at the conservation center who said you stopped in for a trail map. But as they were free, you had no need to use a debit card. It was like you dropped out of the clear blue sky!

God, where were the Winchesters when you needed them?!

By the time the two of you returned to the apartment, it was well past seven at night. You were exhausted and your head ached. All you wanted to do was curl up under the covers and cry. Jensen, as always, was determined to take care of you and insisted on dinner. He reheated the spaghetti and meatballs from the previous night. Effortless in his movements, chatting away about his mom’s recipe for apple crisp that he was certain you would love.

“Let’s give it a shot tomorrow,” he took a swig from a long-neck beer bottle. “I think I’ve got all the stuff for it. My brother and I usually have it cold for breakfast when we’re home for Thanksgiving.”

You were sitting at the breakfast bar, letting your tired mind wander while he was talking. That one word stuck out to you. Thanksgiving. It resonated. You knew what it was, of course. It was the details of your life that were lost, not basic information about life such as holidays or how to tell time. But Thanksgiving, that did something to you. Not a memory, but more of a feeling. Warm, happy, secure, loved.

Family, you realized. Thanksgiving felt like family. Your family.

It was so close, just under the surface of your mind. You could almost smell it, almost taste it. It was right there!! You tried to trace that feeling, follow it to its source. The closer you got the more it slipped away. Like grains of sand slipping through your fingertips.

“Y/N?”

Suddenly aware that Jensen had been talking to you. You blinked and looked up, “Sorry, what?”

He studied you for a moment, concern crossing his face. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He held your gaze for a few seconds then nodded. “Okay. Well, let’s eat.”

He picked up your plate along with his and headed towards the living room. The two of you usually ate in there. Jensen insisted it was more comfortable for your ribs, but you suspected it was more because he was addicted to the Great British Baking Show you’d been binging.

“Hey, would you grab my beer on your way?”

Thinking about your forgotten Thanksgiving would have to wait. You stood with a sigh, and everything went a bit gray around the edges. Fuck!

“Y/N?”

When you didn’t reply, Jensen looked up and saw you begin to sway. He always had been quick, even as a kid, a useful skill. He was up and at your side just as your knees gave.

“Whoa! Easy, easy, I’ve got ya,” he picked you up and carried you through to the living room. You groaned softly when he deposited you on the couch. He ran a worried hand over your forehead as he knelt in front of you.

Your face was chalk white and you were breathing through your nose like you were trying not to get sick. He knew you weren’t feeling well, you’d been off all day. You’d been unusually short tempered and cranky. Going to the lake had obviously been a mistake. It turned into a much longer trip than he had originally planned. It had been too much all at once.

This was his fault, damn it. He felt like kicking himself.

“Talk to me, Sweetheart. Are you with me?”

The pain radiating through your skull was intense. An instant migraine, it knocked you to your knees as soon as you stood up. Just the thought of opening your eyes caused your stomach to clench so you kept them firmly closed.

You brought a shaky hand to your head, “This has got to be the worst headache I’ve ever had. Not that I can remember any that I’ve had before. I keep trying though. Something feels familiar and I chase it, try to trace the thought pattern to a memory and it all falls apart.”

“You shouldn’t try to force yourself to remember,” Jensen gently advised, keeping his voice low. “The doc said to rest, that means your mind too. I can’t have you keeling over on me.”

You were so frustrated she couldn’t help the tears that gathered in your eyes. “What if I never remember?”

“You will. It will all come back to you, you’ve just got to give yourself some time.” He wiped away the tears that spilled over your lashes and down your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t cry, pretty girl. It’ll get better, I promise.”

You shook your head woefully, “What if I’m not remembering because I don’t want to. Because I’m some awful, horrible person with a sad life.”

“Not possible.”

“You don’t know that, I could be. What if I’m an asshole?”

“Y/N…”

“What if I’m a vegan?!”

Jensen laughed then, and you broke into a smile and laughed with him. Sniffling back the remaining sadness, “It’s just… I know nothing about myself. It feels like I’m not a whole person.”

“Hmm.” He gazed at you thoughtfully for a moment then moved to sit beside you on the sofa. He got comfortable then opened his arms to you, “Come on, bring it in.”

You leaned into him, tucking yourself against his side, your head came to rest on his chest. He wrapped his muscled arm around your shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. When he felt you relax slightly, he brought his hand up to cup the base of your skull and gently massaged.

His wide fingers were warm against your scalp as they moved in small circles. God it was heaven! Tension held in the muscles of your neck melted slowly away as he followed the slender line of your neck to your shoulders.

“Are you sure you’re an actor? I think you should do this for a living.”

You could feel the chuckle deep in his chest rumble against your ear. He continued working out the knots he found, pleased when you grew heavier against him. “My mom gets migraines but she’s allergic to most of the stuff they prescribe for it. This was the only thing that seemed to help her.”

“You’re a good kid,” you slurred slightly. Jensen was nice and warm. He always was. Just being held helped you relax. You began to realize how tight everything felt, no wonder you stressed yourself into a migraine.

“Yeah, well if you ever meet my mom, ask her about the time I snuck out of the house and crashed her car.” He smiled against your hair, “Her brand new, anniversary present, just delivered from the dealership, convertible.”

“Why’d you steal it?”

“Borrow. I borrowed it.”

“Mmm Hmm.”

“I was trying to impress a girl.” He admitted with a sigh.

“Bad boy. Did it work?”

“I got my first kiss. Then I got grounded for two months and had to clean the gutters.” He shook his head at his youthful folly. “Worth it though.”

“Wait, first kiss? How old were you?”

“Eleven.”

You choked out a laugh, “Eleven?! How’d you even reach the pedals?”

He shrugged, “I hit a growth spurt.”

“I’ll bet you did,” you murmured, cuddling closer.

“You’re wrong, you know,” he said after a beat, “You’re not a horrible person or less than a person because you can’t remember. I know exactly what kind of person you are, even without a last name.”

“Jay…”

“You’re funny and smart. You are a terrible cook. You like your tea hot and your coffee iced, which you still aren’t supposed to have, by the way. You have a tender heart. You have to change the channel any time that Sarah McLachlan-save-the-dogs commercial comes on.”

You huffed in agreement. “That is the saddest commercial ever broadcast. They need to put out a trigger warning before they show that thing.”

“You’ve got a pretty voice and you naturally harmonize, not easy for most people.” He rubbed his hand slowly up and down your back, “And you’ve got the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”

You didn’t say anything. He made you sound lovely, beautiful. He saw past the bruises and mood swings and found something worthwhile. Someone worth knowing.

“There’s more and I bet we can find it easier than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a game, a getting to know you game,” he explained. “I’ve done it a few times at roundtables for Supernatural. It’s called This or That.”

“A game?”

“Yeah! It’s no thinking, just instinct. Say the first thing that comes to mind. Like… chocolate or vanilla?”

“Chocolate or vanilla what?”

“No, like which do you like better? Chocolate or vanilla?” He clarified.

“That would depend on the method of delivery,” you countered. “If it’s cake, chocolate. If it’s coffee, vanilla.”

“Ice cream.”

“Oh, then neither. Lemon.”

“Lemon?!” He repeated, incredulous. “Ice cream?”

“Palate cleanser. I don’t really like ice cream.”

“Wow. Okay, fine. Hot dogs or burgers?”

“Burgers.”

“Good answer. Baths or showers?”

“Bath. No, wait… both. Can I have both?” you asked, pulling back to look at his face.

The slow smile he gave you made you feel warm all over. “You can have whatever you want.”

That warmth rose to your cheeks. Feeling shy, you tucked your head against his chest again.

Jensen began rubbing your neck again, making sure that you stayed relaxed. It was almost a hypnosis, a way to keep your stress at bay so you could answer without having to think. “Summer or winter?”

“Neither.”

“Fall then, that seems to be everyone’s favorite.”

“Sort of.” You closed your eyes focused on the fingers massaging your scalp. “There is this two-week period in October when the aspen trees in Colorado turn colors. It’s also when the first snow fall comes over the mountains. If you are lucky enough to be there at the right time, you can literally see the change of seasons.”

“That beautiful.” He knew you could do it. You’d done it before, actually and probably never even noticed. Every once in a while, you’d rattle off a trivia fact. A statistic. Something that most people wouldn’t know. It was as if your subconscious mind was trying to send out hints. Clues that would lead you back to yourself. It fascinated him. You fascinated him.

“Dogs or cats?”

“Dogs. I’m allergic to cats.” You uttered the words before you had the thought, and then it all clicked. It was just a flash, the briefest of pictures in your mind. You were young, maybe six or seven. Your arms and legs covered with hives while you played with a fat, orange tabby cat. An adult voice scolded you.

Y/N! Baby, you know you’re allergic to cats…

You sat up then, the blue eyes Jensen liked so much, wide and shimmering. “Oh my God… I’m allergic to cats!”

Jensen grinned along with you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “See, you’re still in there. You just have to give yourself a chance.”

“Thank you, Jay.” You said, taking hold of his hand and lacing your fingers through his.

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Anytime.”

[ao3feed-cockles]

In The Space Between

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44046006

by Jaistiel

The story of how best friends and co-stars became more and fell in love. Pure fluff and smut.

Words: 4566, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins

Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss, Flirting, Gay Panic, Mentioned Danneel Harris, Fluff and Smut, Poetry, Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Frottage, Fandom Allusions & Cliches & References, no beta we die like men

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44046006

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Acting

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HnFZd0c by bonking_around Universe: Real-Life AU Relationship: FWB Prompt: roleplaying   Background: Misha and Jensen have an agreement with each other and their partners. It involves all four being willing to be there when spouses are away. This is following Jensen and Misha after a long day of shooting. Words: 3710, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Studies in Affection Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Benny Lafitte Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Roleplay, Blow Jobs, Purgatory, Actor AU, Cuddling, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HnFZd0c

[cottoncandyofterror]

I’m soft. I need softies.

Inspiration <3

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"Couch Snuggles" - Digital Oil Painting

This was a suggestion from one of my upper tier patrons on Patreon, a casual Dean and Cas on a couch. I loved it so much, I decided to give it a go. I love the idea of Dean falling asleep and Cas watching over him, holding him close.

Please see the pinned post at the top of my Tumblr for my links if you'd like to help support me in saving for a safe place to live!

[casmick-consequences]

*post-marriage!destiel - cas does something stupid and almost gets himself killed*

dean: ??? fuck you i’m angry at you

dean: you can sleep on the couch tonight

dean: no you know what? you WILL sleep in the bed with me

dean: and i’m gonna cuddle u so hard so u wont get up in the middle of the night and do something stupid again

dean: u will not escape my cuddle grasp u son of a bitch, this is your punishment deal with it

dean: >:( hate u so much, good night bb

[spnsmile]

cant be without em cockles