#scruff!cas

[rennerator]

YES YEEEEEEES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS Like, OH MY, THIIIIIIIIS!!!! I F* LOOOOOOOVE THIS IDEA!!!! S2 OH MY, the SITUATIONS that we can have with these TWO/FOUR! ;) LOVE LOVE LOVE SOOO SOOO GOOD!!!!! Also, I F* LOOOOOOVE the scruff there on Cas!!! HOOOOOOT!!!! This right here made me SO SOOO HAPPY!!!!! AWWWWWWWWWWWW SUCH INTERESTING DYNAMICS there!!!! Can't WAIT to see what you are cooking with them!!!! :D I KNOOOOOW already that I am going to have SUCH A GOOD TIME!! And SO ARE THEY! ;) :P XD GORGEOUS, SOO SOOO COOL!!! Look at THEM!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!! Thank YOU!!! THANK YOU SO SOO MUCH for these!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :) <3

Alright ya'll, here me out....

[tricoufamily]

made irving's dead wife + redid spencer's face bc why did he look so weird. also irving and sidney are there

[fantastic-nonsense]

"#winter soldier is by far the hottest chris evans has ever been" Counterpoint; him with a beard in Infinity War

My counterpoint is that I personally think Chris Evans looks hotter without a beard and thus Winter Soldier!Steve beats Infinity War!Steve by a country mile

[abyss55199794]

some jack bcs i dont think ive drawn him before as his actual age and i still feel bad about it </3

[rennerator]

WOOOOOOOOW!!! Like, SERIOUSLY, OH MY!!!!! AWWWWWWW, THE FEELINGS!!!! The EMOTIONS seeing this!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE Oh, I LOOOOOOVE THIS SO SOOOO F* MUCH!!!! S2 Look at THEM!!!! This is SOOO GORGEOUS, SOOO SOOO MARVELOUS!!!! They BELONG!!! They LOVE EACH OTHER!!! I LOVE THEM SO SOOO MUCH!!!!!! :D BEAUTIFUL, MAGNIFICENT, INTIMATE!!! I LOOOOOOOOVE endverse!cas' face there!!! The scruff/beard!! Also, I LOOOOOOVE that it feels like Dean is blushing there!!! SOOO CUUUTE!!! Thank YOU!!! THANK YOU SO SOOO MUCH for this!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :) <3

i’m still aliveeee….here have some future!cas/past!dean

[munsonsmixtapes]

Expect me to creep into your inbox whenever you ask for requests 👀 I am always going to annoy you because you are so talented

Eddie smut with a plus size reader? Maybe she’s there at one of Corroded Coffin’s gigs at The Hideout and Eddie is just like

girl you keep giving me a big head (don't stop) and I love writing about plus sized!reader so your wish is my command!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotect sex (wrap it before you tap it) public sex

You enter the smoky bar, looking around the place to take everything in. It's exactly what you thought it'd be but that doesn't mean you don't like it. It's exactly your scene and you love live music so when you heard that a local band preforms there every week, you just knew that you had to check it out.

You make a beeline for the bar to get a drink as the band is setting up. Your eyes immediately catch the guy at the front of the stage fixing up his microphone. He's got long curly hair and the tight t-shirt he's got on is so distracting. You swore to yourself that you weren't going to do this again.

You're trying to not get involved with anyone but that doesn't mean that you can't have a little fun, right? He's exactly your type with the way he's dressed and those large rings he's got on his fingers are making your head spin with the dirtiest thoughts.

Eddie's eyes lock on yours and he's immediately in love. He's always loved curvy girls but there's something about you specifically that is making hearts appear in his eyes. It's the way you carry yourself like you're hot shit and fuck are you.

The tight pants you're wearing are making him dizzy. He wants to have you in the back of his van and love on every inch of you, telling you how beautiful you are. You've got such a hold on him and he doesn't even know your name.

His eyes follow you as you head over the bar and he’s so close to following you just so he can know what name he’s supposed to moan. He just has to have you and straight after the gig, he’s going to ask for your number. 

You give him a little wave and he winks at you before you turn and head to the bar where you take a seat before ordering a drink. Eddie’s watching you the whole time, wondering what you’re drinking, wanting to sit next to you and let you talk his ear off the whole night. You’ve completely captivated him and he doesn’t know what to do now that he’s seen you.

The set starts and you get closer to the stage, fully intending on being in the action. You just want to be near him. You want to see how pretty he is up close with the sweat dripping off him in the heat of the bar. You want to feel the scruff of his beard against your skin as he kisses his way down your body. 

You’re nodding along to the music, really hoping that they have a tape or something so you can listen to it on repeat. The lead singer’s voice is nothing like you’ve heard before. It’s deep and raspy and you just know that you’d run the tape out because of how much you’d listen to it. 

His eyes are shut tight and it makes you wonder if that’s what he’d look like as you topped him, pretty hair fanned out on your pillow, his eyes shut tight as his hips buck against yours, trying his best to keep up with your pace. 

You clearly haven’t been out in a while because why are you thirsting over the first man you’ve seen? But considering the other women around you seem to be thinking the same, you feel a lot better, more sane for thinking about this stranger in such dirty ways. 

His eyes open and he’s staring straight at you, a smirk playing on his pretty lips as he strums on his guitar, pulling away from the mic as he goes into a guitar solo, his fingers moving down the neck in a rapid motion. You’re not even sure how that’s possible, but at least you know he’s good with his fingers. 

Eddie’s trying his hardest to focus on what he’s doing, trying not to turn his head and look at you because if he does, he’s going to fuck up the set then take you by the hand to go somewhere private where he can kiss you absolutely stupid. 

But he can’t help it. You keep catching his eye and he’ll just stare before he’s pulled out of his trance and thrown back into the song. He can tell you want him too because of the way you’re staring back with that flirty look and he’s counting down the seconds until he’s finished. 

So as soon as the set is done and the crowd begins to disperse, Eddie jumps down from the stage and takes you by the hand, pulling you to his chest, your body flush to his as his hand rests on your back. 

“Hi,” he greets.

“Hi,” you smile and watch his gaze drop to your lips. 

“I’m Eddie.” You’re not sure how, but the name suits him, almost as if it was made specifically for him.

“Y/n.”

“Well, y/n, I hope you don’t have any plans tonight.” You don’t and for the first time, you’re glad for it. You have a feeling you know exactly what you’re going to get up to.

“Just whatever you’re doing,” You reply, twirling a strand of his hair. Oh yeah, he’s definitely wrapped around your finger now. 

“I need to pack up my equipment but as soon as I’m done, it’s you and me.” His lips press to your cheek and then he hurries back to the stage while you stand there, waiting for him to be done. You watch him bend over to put his guitar into the case and can’t help but stare at his ass as he does so. You want to just give it a squeeze and hope you get a chance once you’re alone.

He finishes up pretty and quickly hands his guitar off to one of his bandmates before heading over to you, sticking his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. His eyes are raking over your body, his tongue slowly licking across his bottom lip as he does so. 

They get to your thighs and he so desperately wants to give them a squeeze, to bury his head between them and eat your pussy like a man starved. Fuck, he’s never been so attracted to anyone like this in his life and he needs you so bad. 

As his band mates flee, he takes you by the hand and lead you out to his van. He pins you to  the side of it and his lips find yours in a hot kiss, not afraid to slide his tongue into your mouth as his hands grab a firm hold of your waist. 

You push his jacket from his shoulders and he lets it fall to the ground behind him before pulling to the back. He opens the doors and helps you inside before climbing inside himself and closing the door behind you.

Once you’re safely inside, you’re quick to undress each other between heated kisses. His lips are hot in your skin as he presses them to every new inch of skin that’s revealed as another piece of clothing is removed. He’s mumbling compliments into your skin and you’re so glad that you’re sitting because you feel like you’re melting under his touch.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly what to say and what to do and if just making out with him is making you melt, you’re not so sure how you’re going to handle the sex. Once your bra is off, he lays you down onto the floor of the van, his lips kissing down your chest before wrapping around your hard nipple.

His tongue swipes across it gently and you let out a whine as if asking for more. Eddie pulls away to give you a shit-eating grin before going back in, giving your nipple a suck as his tongue flicks back and forth across it, his other hand reaching up and massaging your other one. You’re whining at the feeling and he takes that as an invitation to continue, going in with his teeth to bite down on it which causes a loud moan to fall from your lips. 

So Eddie does it again, harder this time, causing you to grab fistfulls of his hair, yanking on it to show just how much you’re enjoying yourself. He lets out a little yelp in response, but that doesn’t stop him from biting you again. In fact, it only makes him do it again and again until you’re close to an orgasm.

And when he moves onto your other nipple, you swear that you’re seeing stars as he does the exact same thing, your back arching in pleasure as you keep tugging on his hair, feeling yourself getting progressively more wet as he does so. It’s soaking wet between your legs and you need him between them so bad. You need him to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk for days. 

“Need you,” you whine and spread your legs so he knows exactly what you mean. So his lips travel down your torso and you gasp as his teeth grab onto the waistband of your panities, pulling them down so slowly because he’s such a goddamn tease. He’s looking up at you as his eyes darken, almost looking black. 

He then removes his own before taking out a condom from his jeans pocket and rolls the thing on. He spreads your legs as wide as possible so that they’re touching the floor then positions himself so that he’s lined up with you before going in, pumping as hard as he possibly can, watching you respond to every touch as you lie beneath him. 

You’re watching him in awe, getting even more wet as you take in his tattoos and the way his hair falls, the chain around his neck hitting against his collarbone in a rapid pace because of how hard he’s fucking you. 

“Look so pretty on my cock, sweetheart. And you’re taking me so well already.” His cock is not even halfway inside and you need to feel all of him. You’re desperate for the whole thing, to see just how much you can take so you grab hold of his ass and push him farther inside you until his bush is pressed up against you. 

You gasp at the feeling and tears well up in your eyes because of how big he is, but it just feels so good. Your nails dig into his cheeks and he takes the hint, fucking you with his whole cock as he picks up the pace, moving in and out so quickly you can hardly keep up as you buck your hips against his. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says as his lips press to your neck in a soft kiss. “Like fuck, this is just unfair sweetheart.” He reaches up and swipes some sweaty hair from your forehead. He then picks up the pace even more as he sees that you’re close, making sure to insert all of himself as he does so. 

And when you finally do come, he continues thrusting into you until you’re crying his name. Once you’re coming down, he pulls out and disposes of the condom before helping you get dressed, being nothing but kind to you as he does so. 

And once you’re both dressed, you drive around the city talking about everything and nothing until it’s early in the morning. He then reluctantly drops you off at your car and is quick to make plans to do this all over again because there’s no way he’s only going to do this once. He’s got to see you again because he’s pretty sure that he’s already falling in love with you.

[rennerator]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW This is SOOO SOOO CUUUUTE and LOVELY and GORGEOUS!!!! HAPPINESS!!! S2 LOVE LOVE LOVE I LOVE THEM SO SOOO MUCH!!!!!! :D They are CUDDLING!!!!! Of COURSE Dean is worried about the pie there! XD This makes me SO SOOO HAPPY!!!! I LOVE THIS SO SOOO VERY MUCH!!!! They DESERVE to be TOGETHER and HAPPY!!!! They deserve all good things!!!!! This is SOOO BEAUTIFUL and COOL and MARVELOUS!!! I LOOOOOOOOOVE the scruff on Cas there! ;) And Dean's freckles are ADORABLE!!!! Thank YOU!!! THANK YOU SO SOO MUCH for all of this!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :) <3

happy destiel wedding anniversary to those who celebrate

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

SANTA TELL ME- SAM WINCHESTER

pairing: boyfriend!sam x fem! reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: you give sam a special christmas surprise, in honour of the holiday season to get him feeling festive ;)

warnings: sam eating reader out ;))), smut heavily implied, size kink, pet names and heavy praise kink, scandalous photos, swearing, alcohol mentioned

note from claire: happy holidays everyone, whatever you may celebrate!

"oh, i wanna let him unwrap me, like, oh-ooh-oh get on top of him, by that fireplace, oh-ooh-oh but i don't want a new broken heart this year, i've got to be smart"- santa tell me (naughty version), ariana grande

You had never been much of the festive type. Holidays were hard to come by, with your life being packed up in a little suitcase, constantly on the road in Dean's Impala.

You knew for Sam, it was especially difficult.

He had been a hunter much longer than you. It was his family's calling- it seemed.

You were just happy to tag along, providing help when it was needed.

Dean called you the “sunshine” of the group, always providing the brothers comfort and a shoulder to lean on when things got extra difficult. You had merged yourself in their trio, wedged in the backseat with the angel, Castiel.

You were always happy to tag along, belting old 70s rock with Dean while he drove, teaching Cas how to play games like concentration to pass the time in the car.

But Sam was why you really stayed.

Why you put yourself in danger, just to stay near him.

He was your sunshine, his smile beaming as bright as the christmas lights you plugged into the dingy, fire  inducing motel outlet.

You sighed, smiling to yourself as you caught yourself in a shining ornament.

It had been a year or two since Bobby introduced you to the Winchester brothers, and their little companion, and you had been so internally grateful for it.

A Christmas miracle, if you will.

It had been around this time you had caught Sam alone, in the haze of a snow storm. It had been that night he had pulled you close, pushing you up against the Impala doors, kissing you so intensely your blue lips had shown with colour again.

He had kissed you like that ever since- always before he had to leave your side.

He had kissed you so hard your lips were swollen when he left for the bar with Dean and Cas, practically begging on his hands and knees for you to come with him, unable to manage Deans innuendos and Cas’s obvious googly eyes that followed Dean around as if they were permanently glued to him.

But it was a ‘boys night’ (Dean's words, not yours- he just probably wanted to get into Cas’s pants), and you had your plans here.

You had just finished decorating the motel room, to the best of your ability, getting a little tree set up, with twinkle lights cascading around the windows. You lit a candle or two, brushing your velvet set-up with anticipation.

It was just the two of you tonight, when Sam arrived back- and you couldn't be more excited. Butterflies churned in your stomach, anxious for his reaction to your little get up.

You had put on a sexy red lingerie set with little white trim, with a matching garter belt. It was fancy for you, but you wanted to surprise him with something… new.

Something festive and fun.

You eyed the clock on the nightstand, the red numbers blinking at you. It was almost midnight. He’d be back any second. You anxiously paced, running to the bathroom to touch up your red lipstick.

It was then when you heard the lock click, the chill air rushing into the room, quickly met with the scruff of boots on the floor mat, a gasp emitted his lips.

You smiled to yourself, poking your head out of the bathroom. Bewilderment was on his face, childlike wonder twinkling in his eyes as he stared in awe at the decorations.

You had even found little stockings with your names on them, hanging up on the windowsill. You were pretty proud of yourself for that find.

“Hi honey.” you smiled, emerging from behind the doorway. The air was sucked from his lungs. His mouth was open so wide you swore his jaw would unhinge.

“Eggnog?” you asked, walking over to pour him a glass of spiked eggnog, the same recipe he used to make Deans a few years prior.

You made sure to turn around fully, letting him get a full view of your ass as you bent down sensually, as he took off his boots.

“Jesus Christ…” you heard him mutter under his breath, making you giggle.

“You- you did all of this yourself? For me?” he asked, nothing but love in his sweet, soft voice as he took in the room again, his eyes finding your gentle gaze, handing him a glass of eggnog.

“Happy Holidays Sammy.” He took a swig of his drink before grabbing yours and tossing it down, making you yelp in surprise as he picked you up, spinning you around.

His lips found yours, and you grabbed his cold, flushed cheeks as he tugged on your lower lip, emitting a small mewl from you.

“You are the most thoughtful-”

He kissed you.

“most caring- most sweet, loving girl I could ever ask for.” He kissed you between praises, making your cheeks heat as you giggled.

“God I don't even know what I would do without you in my life, my sweet, precious girl.” his nose brushed yours, and you nuzzled yours like you were in some cheesy rom-com.

With him, you always were. And you never wanted it to end.

“So you like it?” you asked cheekily, and he scoffed.

“Are you kidding? It's beautiful. But you’re even more beautiful.”

He tossed you down on the bed with ease, a little oof escaping your lips as you lay on the soft sheets, perching up on your elbows to look at him as he stared you down.

You couldn't help but notice the bulge in his jeans, and the hungry look that had shifted in his gaze. Hot and heavy, you smirked at him, toying with him, like a cat playing with its dinner.

Licking his lips, he groaned as you uncrossed your thighs, spreading your legs just the tiniest amount.

“And sexy. Fuck baby, you drive me fucking crazy.”

You raised your eyebrow, a beacon for him to come closer. But he turned.

“Wait here. Don't move a muscle.”

You watched as he scrambled in his bag for something, pulling out an old polaroid camera that resembled something Dean had. Then you realized it was Deans.

“Is Deano gonna miss that?” you asked teasingly, watching as he adjusted with the dials, powering up the camera to aim the lens at your posed frame.

“He doesn't even realize its gone. And I think he’d appreciate its use. Taking pictures of a sexy, hot model who I get to call mine.” he smirked, snapping a picture, the flash briefly blinding you. You heard the camera start to whirl, a polaroid slipping out white.

He fanned it, setting them down on the desk before he stared you down again in bewilderment, as if he couldn't believe you were real.

It made you flustered, the way he stared at you. With such passion, with such want it drove you wild. He palmed himself through the denim, biting his lip as if he were in pain.

Trying to control himself.

“Did you wanna get your Christmas gift now Sammy?” you asked gently. He nodded, hands curling into fists as you giggled, spreading your legs.

He melted at the sight of you, that damp spot on your lacy red thong. You beckoned to him with a finger. “You can have it. You can have whatever you’d like. Its all yours.” you whispered, eliciting a groan in him as his restraint snapped, large hands wrapping around your thighs and pulling you as if you weighed nothing- to the edge of the bed.

On his knees he looked up at you, as if you were God himself.

As if he was at mass, about to pray to the angels to save his soul. The need rolled off him in waves.

And still, he waited.

“Can I?” he groaned, seeming to beg. You quickly nodded, your need as desperate as his. He wasted no time, fingers hooking to tug your panties to the side before he spread your legs wide, draping them over his large shoulders and licked you clean up the center.

You moaned pornagraphically at the sensation, back arching as you wiggled. His hand came up to press in your stomach, holding you down.

“No squirming baby. I thought you said I could get my gift now, hmm?” he toyed, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You whined, hand slipping into his hair to tug as he lapped at your cunt, clenching around air. You gasped and groaned at the sensations that made your core throb, moaning so loud you knew the entire motel could hear you as he sucked on your clit hard.

“Such a pretty baby…” he cooed at you, puppy dog eyes meeting your foggy gaze, mouth open in a broken cry as you shivered, clenching around him as he slid a large digit through your folds, slowly curling as his finger entered you.

He was so large and big, his fingers reaching places you couldn't even imagine reaching yourself.

“I know, I know baby its so much isn't it? Filling you up all nice?”

“B- butterflies in m’tummy Sammy oh- oh god-” you groaned, brain shutting off as you let the feelings take over, grinding down subconsciously as he pumped his finger inside you, tongue darting out to suck hard at your clit again- just the way you liked.

“Y’gonna cum baby? Cum just for me?”

You bit your lip, looking down at him to nod frantically. It was so much you couldn't even speak. He smiled up at you, with awe and determination in his eyes, your little sounds and gasps edging him on further.

“C’mon baby. Such a pretty girl.” he cooed, planting a kiss to your inner thighs, teeth leaving tender marks as he bit down. The rope had completely uncoiled and snapped, back arching off the mattress as you came with a sharp cry of his name, juices gushing on his lips as he worked you through your orgasm.

“That's it, such a good girl. Did so perfect for me baby, that must have felt so much better hmm?” he teased as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Sammy…” you drawled, feeling giddy and warm. His lips glistened, and he licked his lips as if he was a ravaged dog who finished a meal.

Starving.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, unraveling your fingers from his long locks that felt like silk between your skin.

His eyes met yours as he placed another kiss to your skin, then another.

“You ready if I get the rest of my gift now baby? I’m feeling greedy this Christmas.”

[diejager]

Okay so this is a character I have in the works but I'd love your interpretation.

What about a BunnyDragon!reader being introduced into the monster!141? Long drooping ears, a friendly temperament, spewing green flames that bring life and heal things rather than destroying them. But their claws and teeth just as sharp and deadly as any other dragon.

Rabid Cw: reader being a menace, fire, pyromaniac, tell me if I missed any.

Laughing, you dashed off, away from the mess you four created out of sheer boredom, green flames sparking and lingering on the corner of your lips were the only proof people had to link you to the few burning heaps around the base. Your ears flopped as you ran and hopped away, a skip in your feet and a bright smile splitting your face, flashing sharper than usual teeth at people who stood in your way. They all parted, little chuckles leaving their lips when they saw you, all used to your little pranks, the sly and mischievous gleam in your eyes when you got bored and the loud steps that followed you closely, either Price, Laswell or another superior chasing after you to scold you.

“Spread out!”

You separated from the others, taking your own path from the fork. Spreading out meant that it’d take more time to catch each and every one of you to bring to Price’s office, wasted time meant that you stalled your punishment and burned through Price’s anger and disappointment. You would rendezvous back on the roof or the airfield once you’d waited out long enough, or Price would hound you back to his office for a verbal lesson on behaving and not giving him and Laswell paperwork.

Which seemed to be your situation after he sent the others to find you, Soap brought back by the scruff by Ghost, Gaz by a stalking Horangi, Rudy by a snickering Alejandro and you by a touchy König. You sat on the armrest of the worn couch, giving space for your wings to breathe and flutter behind you, occasionally moving to soothe the small ache; and your tail to sway, moving back and forth on the floor like a dog wagging it’s tail. There was a slight excitement in your body, to see how Price would react to this stunt you pulled, bigger in scale and more obnoxious with the bright flowers and lively faun that bloomed after your flames died down.

“Want to explain it to me before we start?”

You all shared a look, seconds spent staring to convey a silent message that you all agreed on and that left you to work your magic. You gave him a cheeky grin, watching his eyes narrow and his arms cross before you stared your little explanation, going onto the blandness of the base, the sheer boredom you all felt and having to find something to occupy yourself with. You could feel disappointment ooze off Price in waves, his furrowed brows and shaking head to the small snickers and laughs from the men who caught you.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Price sighed, stepping away from his desk and moving towards you with big and quick strides.

You only smiled up at him, gazing at him through squinted and amused eyes, head perked up to his bowed figure, face nearing yours with a stoic expression.

“But you love me,” you let slip out, feeling especially cheeky and proud of your work, bringing life to a grey area.

“But I love you,” he agreed with a small smile, hitting your horns with his, a display of love and affection for dragons, “Doesn’t mean you’re not getting punished, any of you.”

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[macadamia-shithead]

(cc blog for any future stuff @resi-sim-stuff)

some werewolf presets and sliders i made and thought I'd share :-) all of these should be disabled for random, but if i missed anything & some townies show up with em let me know!

Werestache

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presets in the mouth category to give your wewos some scruff! i recommend using these in conjunction with VecD0e's extended muzzle sliders for a more doglike look.

Werecat ears & snout

Cat ears (sfs) | Big cat ears (sfs) | Cat snout (sfs)

Cat snout preset can be found in the nose category, both of the sims above have it! The nose colors I have on them are a personal edit, but they're buggy so I haven't included them, if I get any working I'll add em.

Sliders

Forehead height (sfs) | Ear tilt (sfs) | Pupil size/shape (sfs)

The eye sliders aren't great but they get the job done, I wanted to give them a large range in size- they aren't really meant to be used at their extremes. Goat eyes option for the sillyguys...

Star ears

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was thinking about alien werewolves thats all... ears are too tall to get a good picture of in cas

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I made a sheepdog guy using some accessory bangs from Atashi77, the ears here are another preset by me but there's something off with the shadows on it (the ears are not painted grey, they're the same color as the rest) that I can't figure out, I'm not great at blender so if anyone knows whats up I'd appreciate it! you can download them here, but they may look wonky so oops

also wanted to link the werewolf CC by other people I used in this post bc they're great

beetle eyes for werewolves by squea, converted by octetsica

bigger werewolf teeth & inner mouth color detail by sychik

natural werewolf skin override by eachuisge

this is my first time posting cc so let me know if anythings broken or wonky! thank youuu

[colorlessjay]

Oooh I love your takes on fluffynatural (the ear biting *chef kiss*) I keep thinking of jackalope Cas being injured and Dean licking his wounds all sad like (or even pulling him out of danger by his scruff) or Wolf Dean getting all worked up and his hackles rising to make him extra fluffy and jackalope cas just petting it back down. Also I think wolf dean would be obsessed with jackalope cas’ cure little bunny tail and jackalope cas would be determined to make wolf dean’s tail wag any chance he gets. Ahh there are too many possibilities 😂

Ya'll should definitely ask this to @mint80s since this is their AU. I'm just a willing-obsessed participant who likes Wolf x Bunny stuff

And so I decided to animate it because fuck they're so cute I want to vomit

The idea of Dog!Dean's heckles visibly rising is really fucking funny cause imagine how LOUD his growl would be that it cuts off everyone's monologue

Imagine how PISSED OFF and FERAL he would be in purgatory, sniffing and hunting his Jackalope Angel, dragging along his newly adopted Bat pack member (Benny)

Think about how easily Cas can just reach up and pet down Dean's fur and scratch behind his ears

get in your head the image of Dean nuzzling under Cas' chin, making sure he smells like him so Cas is protected from other predators

Can you even FATHOM the idea of Dean dragging Cas along by the scruff of his neck because he doesn't want his angel to run away again? CAN YOU???

BECAUSE I CAN

I'M BURDENED BY THESE THOUGHTS

I AM CURSED

[semperamans]

“but daddy i love him” but it’s literally you talking to johnny about benny.

if i’m being annoying feel free to ignore or not respond right away. i’d 100% understand promise ‹𝟹

oh i am sick (nasty shit beneath read more because i fear i may have went too far but i am ovulating so <3)

johnny knows. johnny knows. johnny fucking knows you love benny because who wouldn't? benny with his pretty eyes and slow smiles and lazy speech - fuck - you'd be dumb to not love benny but what johnny can't figure out is why it doesn't bother him. why it doesn't make him angry. why his balls fill at the mere thought of you n'benny sharin' a tender kiss. n'does he jerk himself off on the road to thoughts of benny fucking you? maybe! does he want to watch you throat benny n'be so good for him? yes! but he knows you'll never admit. you'd never wanna make him angry :( not your sweet sweet old man :( no you'd never, but it's there. oh, it is there in the way your eyes light up when benny walks in the room :( i mean, johnny can practically see your want drippin' whenever benny tugs you into his side and holds ya tight :( but you'll never say it - not without some help.

you're so sleepy - such a sleepy, needy baby - but that's okay because daddy's gonna take care of you. that's what johnny promises as he situates your body. you're pliant :( all soft and lithe from the way he's been takin' care of you the last few hours an' y'don't even know if you can cum again :( your smooshy cheek is nuzzled into his fuzzy thigh n'your eyes are just so so heavy but they fly open when the tip of his nose nudges against your spasming cunt :( "johnny," "shhh," your hips are arched so perfectly for him :( n'he places the sweetest little kiss against your hole before wrappin' those strong arms 'round your thighs :( lockin' you in :( "said i was gonna take care of ya. ya trust me? trust your old man?" you do. of course you do. so you're nodding :( pressing kisses against his somewhat hard shaft :( johnny takes care of you so well :( you're so lucky; the way he licks and sucks and probes into you :( you relish in the scrape of his wirey scruff against your thighs :( n'yeah yeah you can cum again - you can feel it building so quick and strong that you're pressin' back against him an’ he can barely fuckin' breathe but he loves it. he's soaked from nose to chin in you n'you're down there mouthing at his balls n'tellin' him how much you love him which reminds him...

"cunt is so sweet, honey." johnny breathes, nipping the skin of your thigh before licking a fat swipe along your slit. "know who would love it? know who i bet is itchin' to put his tongue in ya?" n'you're confused. so confused. you're brain is so hazy - too foggy to play the game - but then he says it. those five letters covered in his spit and your cum: benny. "yeah. benny'd love this, y'know?" his fingers brush against your fluttering opening. "oh yeah. know he would love to have ya fuckin' his tongue. bet ya have thought about it, ain't ya?" you can't think about anything with his tongue and fingers abusing your sensitive pussy but then he says "know i have." and despite the words being muffled against your wet, you hear them and your response comes in a wet hot gasp. "oh daddy," "yeah, daddy's got you," johnny promises "but whatta 'bout benny, hm?" the question makes you lightheaded or maybe it's how he's tightening his grip, pulling you in in in. "daddy want's ta hear how you'd sound if benny were doin' this to ya. call for 'em. go on." your forehead falls, nose brushing the curls around his nuts as you whimper and mew and softly try benny's name on your tongue :( but it's not enough bc there's a sharp bite on your ass cheek, followed by the soothing lick of a thick tongue. "louder." and you obey.

benny. benny. benny. benny.

benny is going out of his fucking mind in the room over because he can hear everything. every lap of johnny's tongue over your gushing hole. every soaking gasp from your wet lips. he can hear his name over and over and over and his cock is so hard :( dragging helplessly against his mattress because the dull tug has to be what it would feel like to rut against johnny's thigh :( but it's not enough because - fuck - he wants to be in you :( and now not even his spit-soaked fist is enough :( it’s just isn't doing it for him but it has to work - he has nothing else - and god he's pathetic :( face pressed against the wall as he jerks himself faster and faster to the sound of you being decimated by the man of his goddamn dreams :( he wants to join wants to join wants to join but daddy hasn't said it's okay :( so he closes his eyes n'presses his forehead harder into the wall until he sees stars.

"y'love benny, don't you?" the squelching noises of three fingers and a tongue in your cunt is sinful. music to johnny's ears. "wanna hear you." "yeah - daddy - yeah. love benny s'much." your fucking back against his face, desperately seeking release n'you sound so cute :( he can't see your face but your cute little asscheeks are jigglin' and covered in his bitemarks and ugh he just loves you :( "mm, know benny loves you too, baby. y'know that? benny loves you." johnny knows. johnny knows. johnny fuckin' knows benny is jerkin' his cock because he can hear his pathetic little whimpers :( he can hear him answerin' even though no one has acknowledged him "yes. yes. yes." "benny'd want you to cum, darlin'. c'mon. cum for benny."

[zepskies]

Hey, I’ve really enjoyed reading your imagines. Would you be up for writing one where either Dean / Solider Boy / Beau, I don’t mind, has done something to upset/piss off the reader and goes out his way to make it up to her and then it’s all fluffy? I’m definitely in the readers position right now and hoping that’s what’s happening! Thank you.

Hey lovely anon!

Ooh this is interesting. So you didn't exactly ask for this, but this is where my mind went. I really enjoyed doing an imagine called "How Dean, Beau, and Ben would react to seeing your breast reduction scars."

So I'm going to do this one in that style...

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Tags/Warnings: Angst, arguments, hurt/comfort, fluff

Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Ben would make up for pissing you off.

Dean Winchester

Readers of Devour Me will recognize this scenario...

Dean can be an asshole sometimes. He knows it, but that side of him tends to come out along with his protective side.

He gave you...what you would consider a "firm suggestion" on a hunt. In his mind, it was a warning you were meant to follow: hang back.

The vampire nest was bigger than you guys expected.

You jumped in to save the woman they were keeping chained...but she was already drained dry. A vamp caught you, but before you could swing your knife, hot teeth sank into your neck.

Your scream rang through the air, tearing from your throat.

Dean's machete soon followed, killing the vampire and saving you in the process. He hid the depths of his worry. His fear, when he heard your scream, saw the monster bearing on you.

He buried the true depths of that turmoil and later holds you while Cas heals you. You thank him with a sigh and look up at Dean. Before you can apologize for ignoring his warning, his words simultaneously cut you to the bone and spark a blaze:

"I hope you learned your damn lesson," he says.

"Excuse me?" you hotly reply.

"You fucking heard me! When I say 'hang back,' I mean it. Hang the hell back."

"I've been hunting long before I met you, Dean."

"Yeah, well. Color me surprised that you've made it this long."

And that sparks the knock-down drag-out fight you and Dean have in the dirty, blood-splattered barn in the middle of nowhere. Even Sam and Cas are uncomfortable in the midst of you and Dean as they deal with the bodies of the vamps.

You don't let Dean touch you that night, even though you two still share the same bed. You sleep turned away from him, curled in on yourself.

He doesn't know how to make you understand. The sight of you with blood covering your neck and shoulder, running down over and under your shirt...

He hates it more than anything.

Even in the morning, the memory of your scream rings in his ears.

You've woken up before him, leaving your side of the bed empty. He wanders into the kitchen and finds you with your cup of coffee, stirring the creamer in for far too long. He watches you for a moment. He sees you're lost in thought. Maybe your eyes are a bit haunted.

He hates that too.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greets. His voice is still a deep rumble, but his gentleness is an olive branch.

You recognize that, and your own features soften. The truth is, you're too upset and spent to be angry anymore. You really just need him back.

He guides you into his arms, presses a kiss to your forehead, and sighs.

"...Look, I'm sorry," he says. He's grateful, even for this moment. Because it means you're safe, with him.

"I'm sorry too," you reply. You squeeze him tighter and bury your face in his chest. "I love you."

Dean hesitates. His heart clenches, both with warmth and the fear of what could have been. He lets out another deep breath as his fingers soothe through your hair.

"Love you too."

Beau Arlen

Don't let that adorable scruff fool you. Beau has his moments, just like everyone else...

You don't want to feel like the jealous "other woman." Because that certainly isn't what you are.

You and Beau have been dating for a while now. You know this is something special. He is special. A big-hearted man who leads by example, and makes his daughter a priority in his life.

You admire that more than anything. You've come to love Emily as well...

However, he's been consistently cancelling on you. Dates you'd planned, dinners you'd made, "office picnics" at the precinct that got rain-checked more than the goddamn weather channel.

It seems like any time you and Beau try to carve out a moment for each other, it gets waylaid by something that "just can't wait."

Sometimes it's due to the demands of his job (which you understand).

But more often, it's because he seems to drop everything to heed his ex-wife's requests, large and small. From moving boxes in downsizing her house, to picking up her dry cleaning.

Carla always laces her requests (demands) with something understandable, like dropping off Emily at school. As a lawyer, she's smart like that.

But you're smart too, and you see her game.

She's slowly but surely wrapping Beau around her finger, and it's driving you insane.

"Can't you see she's manipulating you?!" you finally ask him. Your hands gesture widely, your brows are knitted together, and so are Beau's. His mouth is pressed in a line.

"The hell do you mean?" he asks.

"Exactly what I'm saying," you retort. "She asks you to jump, and you say, How high, darlin'?"

Part of him wants to smile at your exaggerated Texan approximation of him. But mostly, he's irritated.

"That's not true! I'm just trying to do right by her. She's the mother of my kid--"

Your hand presses against your forehead.

"I know that, Beau. Of course I do," you say. Against your will, your deepest fears take hold. They make you feel ugly inside for thinking them, let alone saying them.

"But...either she wants you back, or maybe you want her."

Beau's frown deepens. "What? What're you talkin' about."

He tries to grab your hand, but you evade him. You cross your arms to give you the excuse you need to hold yourself together.

He blows out a frustrated breath and shakes his head. "She left me, remember?"

"Things change. Feelings change," you say hotly. Your eyes run over his face, as if trying to search his heart.

Beau finally understands just what you're thinking. He softens.

And then his expression firms.

"Not for me," he says.

He reaches for you. You allow him to grasp your elbows. He steps closer into your line of vision until his broad frame is all you can see, but you refuse to look up at him. Not until his curled finger prods under your chin, raising your face up to his.

His face lacks the jovial nature he usually carries, with a side of teasing that usually drives you crazy and lightens your heart in equal measure.

No. Right now, he's serious. His thumb grazes your cheek.

"Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise."

Your eyes are lowered, with unshed tears swimming in them. Until Beau presses his lips to your cheek. Your eyes close, and you take in the tenderness of his touch. The smell of his cologne.

When you next open your eyes, he's smiling softly down at you. It leads you to smile a little.

"It'd be nice if you didn't cancel on me so much then," you can't help but mutter, a bit petulantly.

Beau's smile slips a bit. "I sure am sorry about that. And I'll talk to Carla. But uh..."

The rest of his good humor fades. "She mentioned something about taking Emily back to Houston."

Your eyes widen. Your hand moves to grip his wrist. "What?"

"I guess I was just...tryin' to butter her up a bit. If she settled in that new house, had everything she needed, maybe she'd stop thinking about leaving," he admits. "I want her to do what's best for Emily, but...I don't know if I can take it if she's in a whole other state."

You bite your lip. You try to soothe him with your fingers carding through his hair. You pull him into your embrace, and the roles of comfort reverse.

"You do need to talk to Carla," you say. "But I want to help, in whatever way I can. You just let me know."

You can't see it, but Beau smiles as he holds you a fraction tighter.

"You already are."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Ugh, this (lovable) bastard...

There are a lot of opportunities to piss you off, and Ben has a habit of taking them.

He's protective, misogynistic (though you're surely trying with him), and doesn't give two shits about modern social protocols like tolerance and respect.

Nor does he give a fuck about being "nice" or "pleasant" if he doesn't want to. (And he never wants to.)

When he pisses you off, however, you have to pick your battles.

You're as patient as you can be with him, knowing all of his idiosyncrasies and foibles as well as you've come to learn them.

But when he nearly snaps a man's arm off for grabbing your ass in a musky club, you have to draw the line.

(Ben settled for jabbing the man in the face, hard enough to toss him back into an entire row of glasses. You'd winced at the man's scream of pain as glass shattered into his back.)

When you send your boyfriend a look, he's both unfazed and unapologetic.

"What, would you rather have that greasy fuck pawing all over you? No one's gonna have the balls to cop a feel right in front of me, unless they want 'em shoved up their ass."

You make a face of disgust, roll your eyes, and angrily storm out of the club. Ben follows you, now getting just as irritated. He grabs your arm and turns you around.

"What the fuck is your problem?" he demands. You raise a brow.

"Not everything is an affront to your manhood," you reply testily. "Are you really protecting me, or is it just your petty pride that another man would dare touch what's 'yours?'"

You turn to walk away from him, but he grabs you again. This time by the hand. He barely resists the urge to yank you back.

No, Ben waits for you to choose. To turn back to him. You're frowning in your anger, but even he can see the thread of hurt deep down. The fear that his motivations are only selfish.

His jaw ticks. But he sighs through his nose. "Come 'ere."

Reluctant though you seem, you take a chance in drawing back into him. His arms circle around you, with those heavy hands splaying across your lower back. He cages you securely against him and looks down you. His eyes are a fraction softer.

"You are mine," he says. "I'm not gonna let these cocksuckers forget it. Because I've got plenty of enemies who'd do more than just touch you."

It sucks to be reminded of that fact, but it's the cold reality. Still, you soften, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

He's trying to send the world a clear message: he won't tolerate bullshit, of any kind. Least of all with you.

That, you can appreciate.

And you lean up to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

Knowing Ben, it doesn't stay sweet for long.

AN: Whew! 😮‍💨 Lots of angst diverted into hurt/comfort and fluff, there.

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I love drawing characters with no thoughts head empty

[castielsprostate]

cas picking dean up by the scruff of his neck with his mouth like a mother cat bringing her kitten's to safety except castiel hits it raw from behind and keeps dean hanging in the air like a sack of meat punching bag

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

Sam is Jacks mother and you cannot change my mind.

So, about the whole debate on whether or not Sam is also Jack's dad, I give you this: Sammy is Jacks mom. (mind you, I have watched the later seasons of supernatural exactly 0 times, but I have read several long fics and seen some video essays, so I can speak to this)

my personal headcanon is that jack has called Sam mom before. Just casually. Nobody commented on it. This is just a fact now. Sam fully reacted to it and has now excepted that his a mother. Jack saw this and realized that now has a mother (other than his dead bio mom, whom he loved but never really got to spend a whole lot of time with) So now Jack has one dad, Castiel, whom is his father.

one stepdad, Dean, whom was a dick and has not yet been bumped up to full father figure, but he's getting there. Dean is going to therapy and becoming a good and competent dad

And then here is Mom, Sam, who is his stepdad's brother. (and ofcourse aunty Eileen, whom has also been called mom several times, but not consistently) Just imagine how this would play out in the outside world. It's now normal to the bunker people. Cas is dad, Dean is just Dean for now, and Sammy is mom. but to outsiders...

Jack and Sam are going to like, a tec store bc they need a new charger for Sam's laptop and some headphones for Jack. The salesperson is talking to Jack just.... From the perspective of the salesperson. it's...

~

You're doing your job, talking to this kid (who can't be older then like, 20), about some headphones, and he looks at the prices and tells him his mom is paying so he has to check in first. And then this kid calls over his mom and.. That is not a woman. That is a six and a half foot tall behemoth of a man. Long hair, yes, but scruff on his jaw, and eyes that you would see on a fucking veteran. Seeing how he's dressed, (boots, jeans, flannel, jacket) he looks like a blue collar worker of some sort. Still, the man mozies on over, like there's nothing strange happening, and insists the kid gets the more expensive one with the better noise canceling and the kid says "Thanks mom." and the huge man just smiles down and ruffles the kids hair like you would a 12 year old instead of a 20 year old and they pay and they're gone. You contemplate what just happened for like 5 minutes. No longer then that. Your shift is only halfway done and you got work to do.

~

Just.

Sammy being Jackie's mom.