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Epidemic of the Mannequins
(Story 6 of the Brothers Lost series and the beginning of Season Two)
Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite
Chase Lisong never expected to be involved in such an exciting line of work. Ever since he discovered that borrowers exist and his best friend Jacob had two very small brothers bossing him around, it's all felt so new and thrilling.
How can he say no when his best friend needs help on the next case?
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jacob Andris, Chase Lisong, Bobby Loran and a few special guests to be announced!
Archive of Our Own || Fanfiction || Deviantart
Story art done by @rainyday-deer!
#brothers lost series#brothers lost#epidemic of the mannequins#sam winchester#dean winchester#jacob andris#chase lisong#bobby loran#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural#supernatural fanart#commissioned art#borrower sam#borrower dean#tiny dean#tiny sam#pocket dean#pocket sam#the borrowers#borrowers#g/t#gt#g/t writing#giant tiny#g/t story#unwilling#spngt#gt story
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Dean and Cas (and sometimes Sam) in season 13
#tbh some of the clunkiest direction yet but there were moments of beauty….#even post-Castiel stealing the Colt… Dean has allowed him in his every pocket..#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#sam winchester#deancas#my art
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Sure, Sam’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline once Dean starts losing patience and rifling through Cas’s pockets whenever Cas can’t find something.
But they practically jump off his head and shoot up to the clouds when Dean starts storing his own shit in Cas’s pockets. Receipts, spare change, gloves, pens, knives, other random weapons, pamphlets, folded-up restaurant menus, maps, knickknacks, his own fucking wallet.
#dean/cas + coat pockets#dean/cas#tfw idiosyncrasies#tfw sillies#tfw funnies#sam suffers secondhand embarrassment#like do they even know how that looks to other ppl jesus christ#it’s not weird sam...you’re the one making it weird#sam buys cas a canvas bag as a hint#then a backpack#cas is a disaster man who doesn’t use either#why use it when he has perfectly practical POCKETS sam#cas you are a human glove compartment#i’m an -angel- sam#shut up sam this is fine
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Lunch Date 🍔
#destiel#dean Winchester#castiel#spn fanart#spn art#spnfanart#wiggleart#I’m enjoying these little comics lmao#I love it when cas says really outta pocket stuff#and I also liked this line when Dean says it and I like that comically large sandwiches are his thing lmao
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I tried to pull you out But you built this bed to rot Look at this hell you've caused And you'll blame yourself ‘cause It's all your fault
~Ethel Cain, ‘Antlers’ (’Late Night at the Byway Motel’, for my darling @ashtraythief for the spnspringfling 2023. Outsider POV, just a lil’ bit...)
#my artifacts#sam/dean#wincest#dirty americana#living in each others back pocket#early seasons spn#motel luv#outsider POV#spn fanart
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— And yes, I know about Sam too. Bonnie to your Clyde. — Yeah, well, that part's true.
SAM AND DEAN 2.12, “NIGHTSHIFTER”
#spnedit#samdeanedit#sam winchester#dean winchester#supernaturaledit#supernatural#*#*sde#2x12#the height difference in this episode is just sublime#dean constantly looks like hes about 150cm tall#(which he is)#pocket sized#anyway. this episode was chosen for me by the amazing wonderful gorgeous christsam#if YOU would like me to samdeanishly gif an episode of this little show come to my ask box 🫴🏻#you and me
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actually spn is a top fandom if you’re into weird shit bc the weird shit doesn’t even feel weird here if you know what I mean. sincerely in most other fandoms you’re made to feel soooo icky for indulging in fictional fancies that are trite and derivative and eyeroll-inducing in the right (or wrong) spn fandom circles
#formative.#I like the Who Give A Shit of it all#of course I have major beef with the fandom despite this due to the pervasiveness of the sam vs dean issue#also I’m obviously referring to pockets of SD fandom rather than the much larger and louder DC fandom which is a goddamn nightmare#mayb I’ll write that hypothetical essay someday
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hands bound behind your back, you don’t know why you thought you could get away with trying to poison negan.
“you ready to apologize yet?”
you haven’t said a word to negan since he plucked you out of your house after discovering your plot, blindfolding you, tying your hands behind your back, and fucking deporting you to the sanctuary for an indefinite period of time. yeah, you’re not wasting your breath on an apology.
the salt and pepper haired man doesn’t break eye contact with you. it’s a shame. you’d never say it out loud but negan's pretty attractive.
“darlin’, you almost took me out. with a fucking quiche!"
lips poised in a permanent frown, you stay silent. negan's not having this.
he draws a breath, drumming his fingers on the metal table. "silent act. expected that." he reaches under the table to yield that damn baseball bat. "you remember lucille, right?" you give the bare minimum of a nod when he barks your name. "you also remember putting anthrax powder in a quiche and serving it up to me, huh?"
your stare hardens. you really hadn't expected to get caught - hadn't expected that you'd be in this position in your wildest dreams. all because you wanted your freedom back.
"i gotta ask, where did you get the anthrax? that shit is hard to come by."
like i'd tell you, you snark in your head. this was not the time to relay the story of how you'd snuck out of alexandria for a night to hoof it up to a government building complex and scour the shelves of their lab for whatever sinister bioweapons had been left behind once the dead started walking.
"because if that was you, that would make you an extremely valuable asset.” his hand lands on lucille again. "i wouldn't mind having someone around to procure hard to find things like that for me.”
you give him another blank stare. why the fuck would you come to live and procure for the sanctuary? who does he think you are? the flair of your frustration is saved once again by your taciturn lips.
before you know it lucille is below your chin and you’re tilting your head back.
“what the fuck, negan?” you mumble, doing your best to stay still with the bloodstained bat in front of you.
“there we go,” he croons, hazel eyes demanding eye contact. “knew lucille could get you talkin’. girl to girl.”
you roll your eyes. “you caught me, negan. i’m not here to talk.”
“you wanna make me dinner every night, don’t ya’?”
you go tight lipped again.
“well, fat chance. i don’t trust your cooking anymore - no matter how delicious that quiche looked.”
exhaling, you squirm in your restraints. his antics are already tearing at your paper thin patience when he asks, “so, how are you gonna make it up to me, sweetheart?”
“send me home.” you plead. “i’ll go on supply runs for whatever you need - just don’t keep me here.”
“no, i want you here with me.” negan expresses, muscles tensing through his jacket. he drops lucille to the side. “you know, i think you’ll be a lot more useful here.”
you shake your head, confused as he leans down to begin undoing your restraints. “i don’t know how i could be here.”
a grin graces his lips. “don’t worry, doll, i know.”
your eyes widen at the implication when he adjusts his pants and the vitriol is coming back up again like word vomit.
“i wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, negan.”
you don’t expect him to burst into laughter.
“don’t lie to me, you’re not very good at it. i can tell you that.”
your face twists with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust. you’re disgusted with yourself for the eye contact you’re making with his groin.
“oh, i know you wanna, darlin’, don’t be shy.”
the binds that tied you to the chair fall away. you rub your wrists and observe as negan stalks across the room to the bed of all places. he sits on the plush mattress, legs spread.
“it’s up to you.” he shrugs. “you can deny yourself and stay in that chair and i can call for someone to take you down to the cells or….,”
all negan does is snicker when you begin working off his belt.
“i knew you would be a good girl for me,” negan confirms with a gentle hand guiding the back of your head as you take him into your hand and envelope him into your mouth.
filthy noises fill the air as negan takes his time fucking your mouth. at first he let you go at your own pace, lick up and down, devote time to the nerve endings at the tip of his cock, but one accidental gag from you and suddenly your nose is flush against his pelvis.
“yeah, baby, fuck i knew that mouth could do great things.”
you can only gag in response around him, doing your best to swallow and fight the burn but negan isn’t doing you any favors. he rolls his hips into your face, savoring the pure bliss that is your mouth.
“love seein’ those perfect fucking lips wrapped around my cock. wanted to see you like this from the first moment i saw you.” negan breathes with a hand dug into your hair.
his words shouldn’t be turning you on - not in the slightest. however, you start to feel a tingle beneath you and a pressure in your core. it doesn’t fade as you keep your jaw slack enough for the man to almost send his cock down your throat.
his thick length is cutting off your airway but for some reason your pussy is growing slicker beneath you. despite fighting off the coughing and trying to fit as much of negan’s larger - and girthier - dick into your mouth, you’re getting turned on by this farce.
you finally get into a rhythm and that’s when negan decides it’s time for the next course.
“‘kay, enough of that,” negan declares as he lets you up off of him.
before you know it, you’re sandwiched beside him on the plush, soft bed. you don’t have time to appreciate the satin pillowcase beneath your head because negan is yanking at your pant legs. “gotta get these off,” and soon he’s scraping down your panties. negan is on his elbows next to you and toying with your entrance when you squeeze your eyes shut.
you gasp when a finger’s inserted into you, then another with no warning.
“shit, baby. can’t believe you’re clenchin’ around just my fingers, babe.” negan remarks and curls his two digits, relishing in the way your face contorts at his every movement.
his firm fingers delve deeper into you, taking advantage of your exhales. every movement further screws you open and each wet noise paints your face an even deeper shade of red. the notion of caring gets lost when negan begins to play with your clit.
“gettin’ a lady boner, are ya’?” negan is sure to pay extra close attention to your sensitive nub. the pads of his fingers are instrumental in bringing on the wave of pleasure that overtakes you as you feel yourself let go in negan’s arms.
you’re so wrapped up in your orgasm that you barely notice his dick growing rock hard again between you.
your hands are on his chest, not banging against him like you should be but holding on for dear life as he edges his cock closer to your entrance. the breath leaves your chest when he begins to replace his fingers with his thick cock.
“negan!”
“oh, aren’t you a tight little thing.”
despite you being so “tight”, you still felt like you were being stretched out - no, impaled on his cock and he’s only a few inches in yet.
“you got a boyfriend, baby? not that it matters,” negan questions with an amused look as you struggle to contain your composure between him and his cock bullying into you.
“no,” you croak.
“good.” negan utters the word with a thrust. “couldn’t imagine sharin’ this pussy. not that i’d have to.”
you let out a tiny yelp and your breathing accelerates as he pushes in another inch further. it’s out of your control when he drives the rest of him into you and desperate for any kind of stability, you clutch at negan, not just with your hands on his broad shoulders.
“fuck! pussy feels like it was made for me, babe.”
if you were clearheaded, you would be mortified by the situation, but as long as negan resolves the pressure building up in your core again, he could tell you the two of you are moving to mars for all you care.
“please, negan.”
“what was that?”
“please!” you repeat and plead, over and over until his hips are flush with yours.
an accidental brush of his heavy head against your cervix has you whimpering into negan’s mouth when he takes a break from massaging your breast to kiss you. the heat is everywhere — it’s in your mouth, negan’s mouth, your core, all over.
“fuck, did you just come?”
you simply bury your face into his shoulder. thoughts fucked away, you struggle to register much else besides the mess you’ve made between your thighs.
“yeah, baby, you’re too horny not to have been thinking about this the entire ride here.”
your face lights up with shame - he‘s right. negan had wormed his way into your thoughts like a prion into your brain. every night since the handsome psycho first came around to collect your mattresses and firearms, you’d found yourself wishing he’d return your mattress to you personally just to fuck you into it.
“ugh, gonna have this sweet little pussy molded into the shape of my cock,” negan’s declaring between heavy swats to your rear.
“fuck,” you’re stuttering. “slow down!”
“how? this pussy’s just sucking me in.” negan exclaims, punctuating his words with another spank.
you’re white knuckling the bedsheets as your newest enemy pounds the thoughts out of you. you can’t even try to factor this encounter into your escape plan. the only thing on your mind should be the best way to manipulate the man jackhammering into you right now. but you can’t help but be affected by just how deep inside of you negan is; how he’s squeezing every filthy dumb whore noise out of you and hitting every nerve ending you have down there.
you guess this is better than your community being terrorized. maybe you can convince negan to give everyone their mattresses back.
glimpsing at him, negan is in ecstasy being balls deep in you right now.
and you’re no better.
disappearing in plain sight, you’re getting fucked from the inside out and being tipped into your third orgasm of the night. guilty pleasure coursing through you as you feel boneless. even more so when you feel a warmth pouring into you. barely recognizing the desperate whines that come out of you, you’re shifting your hips to meet his as negan fucks you through both of your orgasms.
coming back to earth, you gulp when you realize that he’s come inside of you. he has to be humane enough to allow you a plan b pill or something; this place is sordid enough, you know they have a stash pile of contraceptives somewhere.
the man slips out of you, spent after fucking your overloaded pussy senseless.
“want a cigarette? i think you deserve one after that.”
you glare at him. “no. i want to go back to alexandria and for you and your goons to fuck off.”
his hairy chest rises with laughter. he reaches for a pack of menthols and a lighter on the nightstand. “doll, you think you’re goin’ somewhere?” he shakes his salt and peppered head. “you and your people are gonna produce for me. got it?”
close lipped, you return his cocky grin with a death glare and crossed arms over your chest.
that doesn’t last long.
the man entraps you in his arms, wrapping them around you and bundling you up to his chest. he starts to ruffle your hair. “i really think you’re gonna wanna stay here.”
“fat chance, negan.”
“oh, honey,” he croons. “i’m not gonna give you a choice.” he whistles. “your grade a piece of ass isn’t walkin’ out of these gates anytime soon.”
#the walking dead#negan smith#negan smith x reader#negan smut#twd#twd dead city#dead city#negan x reader#twd negan#the walking dead negan#negan imagine#jeffrey dean morgan#jdm#not beta read#dub con#blowy#p in v sex#twd smut#still getting the hang of writing smut#negan is going to take some practice but thank you all for your faith in me🤍🫶#kinda out of pocket for my first negan fic but eh#grimesgirll
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no dean literally says “i couldn’t live with you dead” to sam like he is so devoted to making sammy live a long life im going to cry i hate him
#puts him in my pocket#stay#dean winchester#sam winchester#supernatural#spn#samdean#s3e1#the magnificent seven#weirdcest#winchester#wincest#gencest
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Don't forget to feed your pocket angel 🍪
✨ Available on tote bag, notebook, phone case and more here! ✨
#dean winchester#castiel#the cutest angel of the garrison#pocket size cas#pocket angel#cuteness overload#soft#sweet#fanart#supernatural#spn#destiel#destiel fanart#digital art#artists on tumblr#made with krita#my art#cookie
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i just started watching spn and wanted to edit them :P scp: s.mscenes & s.cenepqcks on insta
#supernatural#my edit#dean winchester#sam winchester#spn#after effects edit#aep#tumblr#edit#edit video#after effects#cross posted on tiktok#editing#sam and dean#sam winchester edit#dean winchester edit#spn edit#winchester brothers#supernatural edit#fan video#new fave#samdean#j2#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#jared and jensen#theyre so cute#i want to put them in my pocket#love
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doing my spn rewatch & they really said
when sam was younger he played on a soccer team long enough to go to championships with them:)
[2 secs later]
in sixth grade dean was making guns :D
#the way i'm not even exaggerating the time btwn lines like the writers said that whiplash needs to be IMMEDIATE#casual reminders abt how differently the boys grew up despite living in each others pockets and in the same motel rooms#also dean's comment abt how sam on the soccer team was the closest he came to being a boy#which is obv meant to be continuing his teasing abt sam behaving/looking girly#but could also be so easily interpreted as him reminiscing the days when his baby brother got to just be a child#was dean even old enough to be part of a little league before the fire or no since its almost certain he didn't get to do any of that after#john winchester when i fucking catch you#spn rewatch#bad day at black rock#sam and dean#sam winchester#dean winchester
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Jesus 🥴
#spn fanart#spnfanart#destiel#Dean Winchester#castiel#wiggleart#I don’t often share my tiktoks but I liked this audio lmao#I love it when he’s so out of pocket lmao
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dean literally refutes sam's dismissal of emma and says actually, she really was his daughter so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#truly i think some ppl just can't handle the fact that dean canonically had a daughter. and that sam killed her.#the way ppl are so quick to dismiss her existence or insist she meant nothing to dean therefore wasn't real or didn't matter is so ??#not deangirl behavior that's for sure#and that dismissal is Literally contradicted in the text BY DEAN#but why should i be surprised that ppl in pockets of this fandom will just make up some dean that doesn't actually exist#or project their own dislike and disinterest in emma onto dean#idc if ppl like her or care abt her but denying that *dean* saw her as his kid and acting like he didn't care is just. factually untrue#and it's frankly annoying to see#vic.txt
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My "pocket love" again
I darkened Dean's hair a bit and now he has pizza pants. Not hot dogs, but close enough
He also have ripped jeans
And Sam normal jeans
These are their fresh decored rooms
First the game room
The garden room (for some reason Sam decided to jump in an yoga rug)
The camp room (yes, with a pickup parked inside)
Nature bedroom (sam chose it)
Living room (I finally got the vinyl player) and Dean is proudly sitting next to a book shelf playing Nintendo
Their normal room (Dean being totally normal watching his baby brother sleeping)
Since Dean stole the chair, the only reasonable solution was for Sam to read in the toilet, cause he's a freak
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Rose & Kanaya as Castiel & Dean Winchester from Supernatural sprites
rosemary but it's destiel
Feel free to use these for whatever you want or for edits, just credit me for these outfit designs &/or sprites! It took a lot of hours to come up with these! 💜
#Going to reblog these to my side blog as well; but this blog has more visibility#these Kanaya are from my earlier rips if you look in the screenshot i did all of this in one or 2 days procrastinating packing my things#would love to see someone draw these 2 as an AU properly; doubt anyone will see this thou lol plz tag if you do though!#I have no idea who Sam Winchester would be; maybe Karkat??? up to y'all if you wanna make headcanons#dean winchester as Kanaya though has interesting design potential for demon kanaya & her with the mark of cain#castiel as rose lalonde too; I'd love to make different designs sometime maybe for all the spn arcs#destiel rosemary supernatural au has a lot of potential is all I'm saying! just for fun lol#hand drew the extended cloak & the pockets are from davepeta iirc; wings from davesprite#mine#op#hs sprite edit#homestuck sprite edit#kanaya maryam#rose lalonde#supernatural#homestuck#homestuck beyond canon#homestuck fanart#hs sprites#homestuck sprites
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