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[kaivenom]

The SPN boys perfect date with you

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel "The Trickster", Jack Kline, Castiel

A/N: for the first time on a long time writing something that isnt one piece😂. The anime and the manga are on pause and i am crying🥲

Masterlist

Sam Winchester

Probably a date at home, ordering food and watching movies with you, the while cozy treatment.

Picking you Up at your home and ordering the take away on some restaurat, picking a cofee and getting to the bunker with you.

Eating while watching bad movies, anything you want to see and laughing cause It's probably a bad horror movie.

Reading in silence with your bodies entaged and sharing little mischevious looks.

And of course, at some point you start to make out and now you are trapped with him, una le to go back home.

Dean Winchester

Riding with baby, no doubt.

Like Sam, he orders some food with you, but instead of going to the bunker, he gets you to a nice and calm spot, far from society and organize a picnic on top of the impala.

If the weather it's good, there IS probably a river or lake near by to swim.

If the weather it's bad you stay inside the impala, eating and playing cards,

And like Sam, he can get a little to much needy and even if you are outside on the lake or inside the impala, he Will start to make out with you and you Will end Up getting frisky on the backseat.

Castiel

Probably at first he doesnt get the concept of date s he follows you with your daily routines.

Now, that he knows what a deate IS, he realizes that his perfect date with you it's the thing that you already had been doing, rutinal things.

Such as cleaning and shopping groceries, anything that helps you with your chores.

And usually, this "dates" end up with a tender moment wich usually is a warm Bath.

So its just the two of you, rubbing each other rubing your sore bodies.

With a slow music playing on the background, bubbles, music and even some wine.

Gabriel "The Trickster"

A party, a buffet, even a brothel, since he can make every scenario posible, everything it's the perfect date, cause It IS with you.

So, you get to choose the when and the where, cause he can materialize It in any second.

He just wants to make you laugh and have a good time, even if it's with the most bizarre or the most common things, i picture this man as a total pleaser.

But, the two things that he Will do no matter what it's eat sweets and feed you with them.

It's his nly condition to make the evening perfect, have you on his lap and put a Candy on your tongue, maybe with his mouth.

Jack Kline

A carnival or a amusement park.

He still has the soul of a child so his perfect date would circle around fun.

Eating pop corn, playing minigolf, trying to win everything on the booths, you still don't know where he got the money,

If he makes you laugh then the night IS a good one.

He finishes the night with a kiss on your doorstep, he saw that on a movie and wanted to try It.

[jakegyllenbaalz]

i❤️ supernatural

[yourmomxx]

Y/N: Why are you on the floor?

Jack: I'm depressed.

Jack: Also I was stabbed, can you get Cas please.

[lokischickadee]

Destiel's child for sure

[zepskies]

My Tag Lists Are Back Open!

Hey, friends! After doing some more cleaning up of my older tag lists, I'm now able to open my tag lists back up for the following characters:

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

The Boys: Soldier Boy (Ben)

Big Sky: Beau Arlen

Tracker: Russell Shaw

Dark Angel: Alec McDowell

Smallville: Jason Teague

10 Inch Hero: Boaz Priestly

Dawson's Creek: CJ Braxton

Check out my easy Tag List Form here! 💜

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For example, here's the new Dean Winchester Tag List (so far):

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@wincastifer @iamsapphine @roseblue373 @this-is-me19 @emily-winchester

@spnexploration @deans-spinster-witch @deans-baby-momma @iprobablyshipit91 @sanscas

@kaleldobrev @spnwoman @just-levyy @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @pieandmonsters

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@jc-winchester @charmed-asylum @fromcaintodean @k-slla @jackles010378

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@jays-bonnie-on-the-side @kmc1989 @ghostslillady @siampie

[ultravi0lence14]

Do You Think I’m Weird?

jack kline x fem!reader

2.5k | fluff

summary: you’ve always been a little weird. not thinking anything was wrong with it until dean decided to read your journal. though jack was just as weird as you were, and that makes your quirks a little more better.

fighting evil and the supernatural was not what you had pictured for your life plan, yet here you were.

you had met sam and dean about seven years ago. freshly thirteen, you had been living in an orphanage since the age of five. both of your parents had died in a freak car accident, leaving you in the care of a middle aged woman with ten other girls, far away from home.

the winchester brothers had sniffed out a case in oklahoma. a shifter that was terrorizing homes so they could slaughter everyone present. that was the only reason you’d ran into the infamous sam and dean. the shifter had visited your orphanage, slaughtering everyone there and almost killing you too if it wasn’t for dean killing them at the last moment.

sam was the one who felt obligated to take you in. you were so young, with no where for them to drop you off. dean wasn’t too keen on taking in a random thirteen year old girl. him and sam dealt with enough as is. so tacking on taking care of a fresh teenage girl, while also saving the world, was not something he really wanted to do.

but sam was always so convincing, breaking out his infamous puppy dog eyes to sway dean into saying yes. so for the past couple of years, sam and dean winchester were all you had. they loved you like a sister, and you viewed them as your family.

joining sam and dean on their journey meant you saw a lot of strange things. you were there when leviathans took over, one even killing bobby. you were present when dean went to purgatory, even following sam to texas when he thought dean had died. you watched as an angel took over sam and dean got the mark of cain, inevitably turning him into a demon.

attempting to close the gates of hell, angels falling, god’s freakin sister wanting to take over the world. you where there for it all. beside the two brothers, learning what you could from them and helping the best you could. so of course, you where there when the devil himself took over the president. you stood along slack jawed as castiel realized a nephilim had been born. not any nephilim though, but satan’s fucking offspring.

the poor woman who’d the devil taken advantage of was too kind to have this happen to her. you couldn’t bare be around kelly kline, for you felt a sense of dread any time you looked at her somber and smiling face. realizing she wouldn’t be alive to see her child.

though in the end, everything had happened so fast. kelly’s child was so strong, the unborn baby opened a rift to another world. this rift ended up taking the devil, alongside sam and dean’s mother, (who yes, was back from the dead) before it closed for good. oh no, but that was after lucifer stuck an angel blade in castiel’s back, killing him right in front of you and the brothers.

everyone was gone. kelly was dead, and in all the chaos, you had completely forgotten she’d given birth to a whole damn child. well, it was more like a twenty something year old man. you believed after everything you’ve seen, nothing could shock you. but as you walked into the baby’s nursery, you swore your jaw fell off as you looked past sam’s broad shoulders, eyes falling on a full grown man who was very much kelly’s newborn son.

jack was an interesting guy from the jump. he was a week old baby in a grown man’s body. it was a little weird and hard to get used to. it got easier — well actually exceptionally harder, when jack ended up getting stuck in the other dimension with mary winchester. but they were both back now, and the devil was dead, and everything seemed to be okay.

right now, mary had been gone for a week or so, working on some cases. so now, it was just you, sam, dean, cas, and jack in the bunker.

times like these you enjoyed. with the addition of jack, it was like how things used to be. times when not everything was as complicated as it is now. it was just you and the winchester’s fighting evil, with castiel to give his aid when needed and bobby’s house as a refuge spot.

no big threat was happening at the moment. this allowed for you and everyone else to chill and relax for a bit. you had found some time so get to know jack some more. yes, you’d fought alongside him, but you never knew what his interests were. what he found entertaining and other factors of him were completely unaware to you.

though today, your investigation in the phenomenon that was jack kline was put to a halt. sam basically forced everyone in the bunker to go through a certain chunk of books in the library. his words exactly were ‘these are the only books we haven’t cataloged, and when are we going to find time to do it?’ he wasn’t wrong, yet the task was as boring as watching paint dry.

midway through the highly entertaining book cataloging, you heard a snicker come from across the table. dean winchester was holding a book that looks wise, wasn’t as old as the other men of letter novels. dean reading the contents and silently giggling to himself. you were slightly confused on what he had found so funny, until you spotted a very familiar fiona apple sticker on the front.

oh dear god. dean was reading your journal. your scattered brain had left it on the table alongside all the other books. a late night of jotting down your thoughts and even creating your own poems was cut short as you felt drowsiness take over you. in your sleepy haze, you must’ve forgotten to take it to your room. now because of it, freaking dean, the most immature person you’ve ever met, was reading it’s contents.

you loved the eldest winchester, don’t get it twisted. though like everyone else, he had his flaws, and you couldn’t deny the truth. dean being raised in a not so nice environment by his drill sergeant of a father left him to be a little cruel when it came to certain things. in honesty, he didn’t catch on to social cues well. if he was publicly going to laugh at your journal, then he probably would.

“oh wow, pipsqueak.” dean’s voice came out through chokes of laughter, and you could feel yourself sinking into your own skin as time kept moving foreword. “i knew you were a little weird, but jesus christ.”

in dean’s brain, he was joking around with you. this was something john used to do — mostly to sam. if the older man came across something personal to his youngest son, especially something john didn’t agree with, he would laugh at him. chalking it up to be a joke when sam got upset. dean wholeheartedly believed that this was all joking fun. this was how he grew up, and it wasn’t his fault that his dad was an emotionally unattached man who was stuck in his distorted ways.

eyes downcast towards your lap, you couldn’t bare to look up at any of the four men in the room. the feeling of sam’s pitiful gaze fleeted over the top of your head. he knew what this felt like, and you knew that he felt for you and wanted dean to shut up as much as you did. cas was confused. the man always had a nuance of bewilderment on his face, but this time it was different. he was an angel after all, he could feel your discomfort radiating off of you in waves. his confusion didn’t stem from why you felt this way, but why dean was making you feel like it. he wanted your emotion to stop, wanted you to feel comfortable and not like everyone in the room was judging you.

jack was a different story. he hadn’t been alive for long, but jack was already very well versed. he cared exceedingly for the people he held close in his heart, and he especially had a problem with letting his anger get the best of him.

one thing for certain, jack kline cared for you deeply, more than anyone truly knew about. he thought you were ethereal, everything he believed a person should be. seeing dean treat you so blatantly terrible made the swell of anger in jack’s chest rise. without even lifting your head you could feel it coming off of the young nephilim in waves.

before jack could explode, or god forbid dean read an excerpt out loud, you got up from your chair and in a fast pace walked to your room. you could hear sam start scolding dean but you didn’t make a move to turn around and tune in. the embarrassment was rolling off of you in waves, and you could already feeling the tears forming at your lash line.

you’d always been a little different than other people. your interests sometimes weirded people out, starting from when you were in the foster home. some of the girls would make fun of you, and it would make you feel even more alone then you already were at the time.

there was just some things you wanted to keep to yourself. your journal was the number one thing of that. yeah, sam and dean knew how you were and even mentioned multiple times that you were pretty strange at some times. you knew they were just joking around. but with what dean was doing with your journal, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t all a joke.

closing the door to your room, you stood by the wooden threshold and looked around at everything you did to change the space. all of the pictures and designs you put on the wall felt silly now. you didn’t know what dean, cas, or even sam was thinking when they came in. you felt so stupid, so embarrassed that your brain couldn’t properly function.

staring at your walls, trinkets on your desk. hell, even the new bed spread you got to replace to old, thin one the men of letters probably had since the 1950’s made you feel so exposed. everyone was secretly making fun of you, like they used to at the orphanage, and you couldn’t go through that pain not again.

you were a freak. so off putting that even sam and dean noticed it. noticed it not in a good way, but in a way where they were judging you without you knowing. with eyes blinded by embarrassed sadness, you ripped the comforter off of your bed, throwing each stupid plushie at the wall. every trinket or item on your desk was thrown off in a massive sweep, leaving a loud clatter in it’s wake.

as you were about to rip all the posters off of your wall, you felt two arms wrap around you, pulling you away from the destruction. some part of you wanted to fight back, wanted to believe that changing who you were was the best thing you could do. but you were so tired. tired of forcing yourself to pretend you were something you weren’t. so melting into the arms of the person who you still haven’t identified, the tears started to freely fall from your eyelids.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” the sound of jack’s voice right by your left ear shocked you a little. turning around in his arms, you looked at the man’s face to see nothing but hurt and confusion plaguing his stare. he held such care in his eyes. this moment made you realize how much jack truly cared for you, and that led to you falling limp into his arms and breaking down into uncontrollable sobs.

jack stilled, not knowing what to do in this certain situation. like a lightbulb going off in his head, he remembered what sam always did when a victim was crying. wrapping his arms tighter around your body, jack placed his head on top of yours, letting you cry into his shoulder and soothing you the best he could.

voice muffled by jack’s sweater, you spoke with a small voice. worried that jack would judge you. “do you think i’m weird?” the question caught the young nephilim by surprise. why would you think that? to jack, you were so creative and intelligent. yeah, you had your quirks, but that made you who you are in jack’s eyes. anyone who thought you were weird in a bad sense was just plain old stupid.

moving his head from yours, allowing you to look up into jack’s eyes, you watched as he softly smiled at you, contemplating what to say next. “yeah. you’re pretty weird.” his words made your heart drop to your stomach. eyes widening in fear before he continued. “but that’s what makes you, well, you! and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

mouth agape in shock, you shook your head as if to disagree with him. “but, what about what dean-“

“sam and cas are giving dean a pretty heated lecture as we speak. i don’t think he realized how much that hurt you.” the thought of sam and cas sticking up for you made a smile light up your face. you loved dean, yet jack was right. he probably didn’t know that his words were hurtful, and you knew that a heartfelt apology and a lot of pie would come in it’s wake.

turning your head away from jack, you looked around your room at all the destruction you had made. thank god you didn’t tear your posters down, for the mess of blankets, papers and small trinkets was already bad enough as is. the man immediately perked up, moving away from you and rummaging around your things in a way to clean them up.

a soft gasp was heard from where jack was knelt on the ground. turning around, he lifted up a medium sized glass cat figurine that he’d gotten you at at farmers market. “thank goodness skittles didn’t break. the lady at the stall was staring at me funny and i really don’t want to see her again.” the thought that jack didn’t care about the destruction of your belongings but how he was going to reattain them for you put a smile on your face. he really did care, and that warm fuzzy feeling in your chest was starting to grow bigger and bigger.

leaning down so you could place a soft kiss on the crown of jack’s head, you moved to sit beside him on the floor, helping with the clean up of all the items strewn around the room. a light squeeze to your hand had you understanding that even with everything going on, you still had someone who didn’t care for what you liked. jack was right there beside you. reading the books you liked, watching your favourite movies, listening to your rants on anything you found interesting.

jack kline was someone you could always count on to be your true self around, and that was something that made you realize that enormous crush you had on the half angel.

[samdeancass]

Soft and Slow (Alternate Version)

Requested by @claymoresofinfamy23

Pairing: Jack Kline x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Characters: Jack, Y/N

Description: Jack is still new to having sex so Y/N takes it nice and slow with him.

A soft feeling warmed your chest, and a smile erupted on your face as you saw Jack sitting at the table in the library, the warm hue of the wall lamps accentuating his facial features. He looked so relaxed, so carefree, which was a huge relief after all he'd had to endure. You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"How's my favourite nephilim today?" Jack turned in your arms and tilted his head. "I'm the only Nephilim in the world, so, of course, I'm your favourite." Chuckling at his comment, you leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. His lips connected with yours immediately, coming together in a loving bliss. Jack slowly stood as your lips stayed locked together, his hands running up and down your slender frame, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your hands found their way to his hair, yours and his lips moving together in a familiar motion. Soft moans escaped him as your hands travelled down his body but stopped at the hem of his pants. "Shall we move this to the bedroom?" Jack nodded, and you took his hand, guiding him toward your shared room. Closing the door, you and Jack connected again, kisses more desperate and ravenous. You pushed him onto the bed, his body bouncing roughly off the mattress.

You crawled on top of him, hands finding their way underneath his top and exploring his bare skin. You could feel the bulge in his pants digging into your thigh and smirked. "Does it really feel that good, angel?" He purred at the nickname you had given him. Your hand disappeared into his pants and underneath his boxers. Jack hissed at the longed connection of your hand with his dick. "Yes, feels so good." Your hand began to stroke him, moving slowly as the most beautiful sounds came from Jack. You could feel the wetness begin to pool in your underwear as his sounds sent shivers straight to your cunt, and the mere sight of Jack getting off on your touch alone.

You pulled his pants and boxers down, letting his cock spring free as you licked your lips with excitement. Kneeling, you took Jack in your mouth, licking the pre-cum from his tip that had begun to seep out. You were slow at first, letting Jack become used to the sensation, but once Jack entangled his fingers in your hair, you knew he was ready for more. Hollowing out your throat, you took all of Jack, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You licked around his tip before resuming your movements from before, bobbing up and down at a furious pace. You felt Jack's dick twitch in your mouth, and you tasted sweetness as his seed filled your mouth as delicious sounds escaped Jack. 

His eyes were laser-focused on you now as you stood up and slowly removed your clothing before crawling on top of him, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. "Are you sure? We don't have to." Jack cupped your cheek and gave a soft smile. "I've never been more sure of anything." You reached between the both of you and gently grabbed his dick, guiding it towards your entrance. You sank yourself in him, using your juices as a lubricant, as his girth completely stretched you out, moans and hisses filling the once-silent room. Slowly, you began to ride him and smiled as his eyes fluttered closed and little whimpers escaped his lips. "That feel good, baby?" He smiled and nodded.

"The best feeling I have ever felt, beautiful." You began to move faster as you both became lost entirely with each other. His hands reached out for you and pulled you to his chest as a new confidence overcame him. Your moans became louder and more guttural as his dick sank deeper inside you, hitting your G-spot over and over. "Yes, Jack! Right there, baby!" He felt pride in his chest before tangling one hand in your hair and pulling slightly, sending shockwaves through your body. "I'm gonna cum, Jack. I'm so close, angel." Something took over him at that point, and he began pounding into you, using his angelic endurance to his advantage. Your lips found each other, kissing every inch of the other's face. You could feel the familiar warm feeling building up in the pit of your stomach, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. You reached between the two of you and began rubbing circles on your clit, your moans becoming more needy as you came closer to your release. You knew Jack was close as his eyes had shut again, with his breathing becoming more ragged. "I want you to cum with me, Jack." You took one of his hands and placed it on his balls, massaging them over his hand. He took charge and kept on going himself. The room was filled with humidity, moans, and pure love as you finished with each other, spilling out onto the bed covers.

You looked up at him and noticed he was staring at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes. "That was amazing. Thank you, my love." He leaned down and kissed your lips sweetly, his hand coming to cup your cheek. "You never need to thank me for that, Jack. It was for both of us." You slowly got off and lay down beside him before Jack gathered you in his arms. He pressed sweet kisses to your head and held you to his chest as you lay like that for the rest of the night, content with the other's company. 

Supernatural Tags:

@bxoken-heartss @desimarie12 @deascheck

[kaleldobrev]

KalelDobrev's Masterlist

Hey gang! I decided to make a rebloggable version of my masterlist since my masterlist isn't able to be reblogged at the moment. I hope you enjoy! ♡

Desktop Version Masterlist (Main)

Sam Winchester Masterlist

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Jack Kline Masterlist

Castiel Masterlist

Misc. Characters + Pairings

Misc. Supernatural Characters

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Harley Quinn (DC)

Soldier Boy/Ben (The Boys)

Beau Arlen (Big Sky)

Felix Catton (Saltburn)

[kazuiislazy]

MY SILLY MASTERLIST!! 🥳

Basically a masterlist of stuff i write except i haven't really written much (haha, i'm crying, i'm so busy rn)

Supernatural "Don't Leave." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"You're Perfect To Me." [Jack Kline x reader]

"Oblivious or Obvious?" [Castiel x reader]

some spn characters as college/highschool students [no pairing, just headcanons in general]

"Entranced." [Castiel x reader]

"Stop Pulling Away." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"No One Deserves That." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"Don't Stop." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"Take My Hand." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"All For You." [Michael x reader]

"Kill For You." [Michael x reader]

"You Drew Stars Around My Scars.." [Dean Winchester x reader]

LOTR/Lord of the Rings

"There's No Need To Apologise." [Aragorn x reader]

"The Plan." [Aragorn x reader]

"What's There To Like?" [Aragorn x reader]

Shadow & Bone

"You Should Be Scared Of Me." [The Darkling x reader]

"Did You Just-" [Kaz Brekker x reader] "Promise Me?" [Kaz Brekker x reader]

[shelbgrey]

My MasterList of Stories

Master List part 2

~request are open

Grey's Anatomy

The Sopranos

Codes:

Smut=❤️‍🔥 Fluff=💕 Angst=💔 Funny=💖 Horror=🫀

🔬Bones💀

Dr. Lance Sweets:

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Caught in the act ❤️‍🔥

Dating Lance Sweets HC💕❤️‍🔥

Adventures in babysitting💕

You belong with me💕

Lance Sweets as a Dad headcanons💕

Dream Warriors💔🫀

Bones Halloween Special🫀💖

Code baby Part 1 💕

Let me take your pain away💕💔

Dr. Jack Hodgins:

Can't buy me love💔💕

Jack Hodgins Having a little sister💕

What's it gonna take to get you out of his lab?❤️‍🔥

Agent Seeley Booth:

Dating Seeley Booth Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Being Seeley Booth's Best friend HCs💕

Friends to Lovers Headcanons💕

The day we met💕

In the name of love💕

Agent James Aubrey:

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance 💔💕

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets part 2💕❤️‍🔥

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Unspoken desire❤️‍🔥

Dr. Wendell Bray:

Witchy Squintern HCs💕

Dr. Camille Saroyan:

who broke the coffee pot?💖

The Squinterns:

Adventures in babysitting💕

Being Hodgins sister and being a goth Squintern💕

Dr. Zack Addy:

I've got your back💕

Who's got him smiling like that?💕

❤️‍🩹Grey's Anatomy🩺

Dr. Derek Shephard:

Halloween special💖🫀

Injured💔

The Ballad of Jayne💔

Stuck in the middle💔💕

Stitches💕

This is Why I Don't Go To The Gym💕

Baby on the brain💕

Dating Derek after he broke up with Meredith💕

Love at first sight💕

Dr. Mark Sloan:

November Rain💔

Faithfully💔💕

We are family💕

Christmas Special💖

Dr. Owen Hunt:

Trauma 101💖

Dr. Jackson Avery:

Love Story💔💕

Dr. Alex Karev:

Heaven💔

Dr. Miranda Bailey:

Your my favorite💕

Dr. Nick Marsh:

Secrets out💕

🗡️Once upon a time🍎

August W. Booth:

Hidden secrets❤️‍🔥💕💔

Killian Jones:

Smut fic with Killan Jones❤️‍🔥

Prince James:

Hysteria💔💕

🩸Twilight🌲

Cullen family:

Fire safty💖

Going to the zoo💖

Cats in the cradle💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger. 💖💕

Cullens:

Emmett McCarthy Cullen:

Next to me series💖💔💕❤️‍🔥

Forever now💕

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Carlisle Cullen:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HC💕

Carlisle as your husband HCs💕

Jasper Whitlock Hale:

Jasper dating Bella's sister HCs💕

Edward Anthony Mason Cullen:

Dating Edward Cullen HCs💕

Crushing on Edward Cullen HCs💕

Rosalie Lillian Hale:

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Denalis:

Eleazar Denali:

Glory of love series ❤️‍🔥💕💔💖

Dating Eleazar HCs❤️‍🔥💕

Garrett:

Voice of an Angel💔💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and dating Garrett HCs💕

Wolf pack:

Seth Clearwater:

Perfect 💕

Volturi:

The Volturi:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger💕

🧫Ghostbusters👻

Peter Venkman:

When unspoken rules are broken💔💕

Dr. Egon Spengler:

Hold on, I love you💔

Two Nerds falling in love headcanons💕

Ray stantz:

Dr. Jelousey❤️‍🔥

Something strange💕💔

🦁🐍Harry Potter🐦‍⬛🦡

Draco Malfoy:

Say Something💔

Dance the night away💕

Just keeping an eye out💕

The truth doesn't always hurt💔💕

George Weasley:

Welocm to Gryffindor💔💕

You belong with me - part 1💔💕

Fred Weasley:

Being a Potter twin and falling for Fred💕

Neville Longbottom:

Your Breaking My Heart💔

Weasley family:

Being adopted by the Weasleys💕

⚔️Supernatural🌘

Gabriel "the Trickster":

Hyper girl💕

The Winchester and the Trickster💕

Love of a lifetime💔

Dean winchester:

Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Castiel:

Being in a love triangle with Dean and Cas💕💔

🎶Elvis Presley🎸

Austin!Elvis Presley:

Love me tender💔💕

💥Marvel🦸

Scott "Cyclops" Summers:

Dating Scott Summers💕❤️‍🔥

A not so White Wedding💕

Clint "Hawkeye" Barton:

Secrets out💖

Whatever it takes💔💕

Tony "Iron man" Stark:

All of me💔💕

Bucky "winter soldier" Barnes:

Treat you better💔💕

Howard Stark:

Time In A Bottle💕

Dr. Stephen Strange:

I won't say I'm in love💔💕

Avengers:

Ohana means family💕

Six avengers and a baby💔💕

[tgtbata]

homework

[pinchofhoney]

Can I get a Jack request where reader is like castiel level protective over him? Like it could he during the time he was burning away his soul, or Dean just attacking him and reader getting super protective? Thanks <3

Also thank you sm for being my mutual <333

like real people do

jack kline x reader

word count: 1.6k

warning: the events were made up by me, but in time they probably take place in thirteenth season, platonic relationship

summary: Ever had one of those days when life just can't get any worse?

a/n: thank you so much for your request!! once i read the first four words and found out it was about jack i was so happy! this character makes me feel like hiding him in my jacket pocket and protecting him from the whole world, including my favourite white boy; dean. i hope you will enjoy it!!<33 it's so funny that we clicked so quickly because of ketch hahah

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What does it mean to have a bad day? For some, it might involve a pointless hunt for a missing sock in the early hours. Others might deem it a disastrous day if they find themselves in a nerve-wracking business meeting, their professional future hanging by a thread, only to be unexpectedly showered in scalding coffee. But let me tell you, what went down in South Dakota, well, that was beyond any bad day anyone's ever had.

Walking down the bunker's cold, metal stairs, your eyes stayed fixed on Sam's broad back. The echoes of two more pairs of footsteps behind you added an unspoken burden to all four of you. The lengthy, six-hour drive from Sioux Falls passed in silence, punctuated only by the occasional growl of Dean's car engine.

In the midst of this oppressive silence, a tangible anxiety filled the atmosphere, much like the sensation of holding a grenade with a fragile safety pin. Each of you knew that speaking the first word out loud could be equivalent to pulling that pin, possibly setting off a surge of emotions and consequences you weren't prepared to deal with at that moment.

As you finally reached the colossal table stationed at the heart of the spacious room, you wearily rested your hands on the chair's backrest, your head drooping in helpless resignation. A deep sigh escaped your lungs, carrying the weight of the day's exhaustion. In the stillness that followed, you could discern Sam's chair scraping against the floor on the opposite side of the table as he settled himself heavily into it and Dean's footsteps resonated down the corridor, indicating his retreat to the kitchen.

Lifting your exhausted head, you gave a quick once-over to your disheveled clothing, recognizing its disorder. It had not only withstood the harsh impact of multiple falls today but was also stained with splotches of blood. Nervously, you ran your hand through your hair, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Pushing away from the chair, you turned on your heel, scanning the room with a sense of restless anticipation.

You stopped your gaze on the young man by the stairs, who had stayed there the whole time. His face showed a mix of confusion, sympathy, and regret. Your lower lip was gently caught between your teeth as you pondered your next steps. When his gaze met yours, you drew a shallow breath. His appearance wasn't any better than yours, but because he was still Lucifer's son, he appeared more composed than you.

With determination, you approached him step by cautious step until you were standing alongside him. “Jack, are you alright?” you asked, your voice reflecting genuine worry. A quick glance back at Sam, who remained seated at the table, revealed that he was now observing your interaction. You then shifted your attention back to Jack, waiting for his response.

Jack's reply hung in the air like a heavy cloud, his voice a somber murmur that revealed the depth of his guilt. His gaze dropped to his fidgeting hands, fingers twisting in anguish as he confessed, “It's all my fault...”

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you witnessed the torment in Jack's eyes. In an attempt to ease the crushing weight of his self-blame, you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you said gently, your voice a soothing balm, “you're not alone in this. None of us expected it to go down like that.”

Sam, the voice of reason, chimed in from his seat at the table. His tone was calm and reassuring as he added, “Jack, we knew it wouldn't be easy. We'll figure this out together.”

Jack looked up at both of you. His eyes were pools of sorrow, and he seemed on the brink of tears, even though he didn’t know what emotions are. “But you guys almost got killed because of me. I couldn't control my powers, and I let them get too close.”

Before you could offer words of reassurance, Dean's voice cut through the room like a sharp blade, “That’s damn right,” he snapped. His anger was palpable, and you could feel the tension rise as he entered with a bottle of beer in his hand. You had been so focused on Jack's emotions that you hadn't noticed Dean approaching.

Your attention shifted to Dean, and it was clear that he had no intentions of concealing his rage. Such suppression was never in his nature. He scrutinized both of you with an intense gaze, his jaw clenched tight, the lines of his face etched with frustration and anger.

Dean proceeded to the table, his movements forceful as he shoved one chair back with a grating screech before taking a seat. The bottle of beer landed on the table with a heavy thud, emphasizing his simmering anger, and the room seemed to shrink with the weight of his emotions. It was a moment where words hung in the balance, and the fragile tension in the air threatened to shatter at any moment.

Jack’s connection to his human emotions was weak, but regret had clear place in his eyes, keenly sensed Dean's anger. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he shifted uncomfortably, his body language a reflection of the confusion within him. In a moment of desperation, he cast a furtive glance in your direction, silently pleading for support, his eyes searching for any sign of comfort.

You, on the other hand, found yourself torn between conflicting emotions. Your heart ached for Jack, understanding the crushing guilt that weighed on him, yet you also knew the importance of not undermining Dean's authority. It was a delicate balancing act that you had become all too familiar with, navigating in these tense moments.

Dean finally broke the oppressive silence, his voice laced with bitterness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud. “You know, Jack, your little power surge not only almost got us killed, but it also cost us Castiel at the very beginning of your existence. You may not remember, but he sacrificed himself to save you.”

Jack's expression remained stoic, but his eyes bore the weight of remorse as he regarded the hunter. “I didn't ask him to,” he replied, his voice carrying the burden of the past.

Dean's face remained unyielding, his anger unwavering in the face of Jack's distress. He leaned forward, his gaze locked on the young Nephilim. “Doesn't change the fact that he's gone because of you.”

The room seemed to shrink with the intensity of the moment, emotions swirling like a storm around the three of you. Jack's regret was a silent force, Dean's anger an unrelenting presence, and you, caught in the middle, felt the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy shroud.

You decided to step in, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as you tried to ease the heavy tension in the room. You spoke gently, "Dean, listen," in a calm and careful way, "Jack didn't want these powers, and he didn't want Cas to save him. None of us knew this would happen."

Dean looked at you, his anger softening just a bit as he heard your caring tone. You had been through a lot with the Winchesters, so you knew how emotions could run high.

But Dean, being stubborn as ever, couldn't let go of his anger towards Jack. He narrowed his eyes at you and replied with bitterness,

“Yeah, well, empathy won't bring Cas back,” he retorted, the pain of loss seeping through every syllable. “Neither will help any of the people who have been harmed today, because of him.”

Jack, still struggling to contain his emotions, lowered his head in acknowledgment. He understood the depth of Dean's anger, and he carried the weight of guilt knowing that nothing he said could bring back the angel who had given his life to protect him.

You exchanged a quick, supportive glance with Jack, a silent understanding passing between you two. Then, you turned your steady attention back to Dean, determined to break through the walls of resentment that had formed around him. “We're all hurting, Dean,” you said, your voice laced with sincerity. “But pointing fingers and blaming Jack won't change the past. We have to move forward together if we're going to face the challenges that lie ahead.”

Dean's jaw clenched, and he took another long, deliberate sip from his beer bottle, as if using the act as a moment of respite from his simmering anger. It was clear that he was still seething, but your words had managed to make some impact, no matter how small.

“Fine,” he grumbled, his anger not completely gone but his tone less harsh. He reluctantly agreed to try and move forward, but he was still stubborn. “But don't think for a second that I'm okay with any of this.”

You nodded, acknowledging Dean's raw emotions. “We know you're not, Dean. But we're a team, and we need to stick together.”

Jack, encouraged by your words and Dean's reluctant acceptance, finally found the courage to speak up again. “I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make amends and prove myself to all of you.”

Dean's gaze remained fixed on his beer bottle, and while he didn't offer immediate forgiveness or approval, he also didn't object further. It was a tenuous truce, fragile as glass, but it was some kind of a start, and everyone knows that the beginnings are always the hardest.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Very first time; Jack Kline x reader smut

*Author’s note*

Okay well this has been sitting in my inbox collecting dust for awhile but after a few weeks of work and planning (and some major procrastinating) I FINALLY came around and got to this request so @gabrielasilva1510​ this is for you and thank you for being soo patient with me.

Now this is a SMUT fic so there is some sexual content in here so any minors that follow me LOOK AWAY!!!! DO. NOT READ THIS STORY!!! it’s not hardcore smut but still a smut story nevertheless.

Warnings: sexual content, fluff, camping fun, P in V sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), references to other fandoms and movies. 

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@queen-paladin​

@queensdivas​

@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

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I was putting the sleeping bags as well as the tent set into the jeep while Jack was coming in bringing the cooler with the drinks.

“You sure the drinks won’t get warm on the way up there?” he asked me.

“Babe that’s why we’re getting ice at the gas station. Besides this jeep needs gas too while we’re at it because somebody forgot to fill the tank!” I proclaimed while turning to Sam.

“Okay how long are you gonna hang this over my head?”

“As long as it takes. You know how many times Dean and I have told you about that? Whoever gets the gas tank under a 100 miles, fills the tank.”

“See even she can remember the rules.” Said Dean coming in eating a ham, turkey, pastrami and bacon sandwich he had made. Sam rolled his eyes and I said after closing the back door.

“Okay I think that’s everything.”

“So we can leave now?” asked Jack excitedly. I nodded.

“I still don’t feel comfortable with you two going on this camping trip by yourselves.” Dean said.

“Dean, just because many of our early cases took place during a camping trip doesn’t mean it’ll happen to us. Unlike those guys, we know the warning signs for Wendigo’s, werewolves, vamps and even faeries.” Dean glowered at me at mentioning the fairy thing to him.

“Did you at least pack the basic protection?” Sam asked.

“And not just against monsters.” Dean added. My face went red and Jack started to say.

“You mean protection as in con—”

“Do you really need to say that Dean? We’re not gonna do anything like that!”

“Can’t go wrong. Plus I don’t want you coming back and making us uncles just yet.”

“Jesus you are such a pervert.” I groaned.

“But seriously (Y/n), you do have some form of protection? In both matters.” Sam asked me.

“Yes Sam and please don’t agree with Dean about the latter suggestion.” He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay Jack get in the car, we’re outta here.” He did as I told him and I got into the driver seat and started the engine.  “See you bitches in a week. And do me a favor, don’t blow this place up while we’re gone or have another end of the world crisis on our hands.”

“We’re Winchesters, we make no such promises.” Dean said as he munched on his sandwich once again.

“Have a good time you two, be safe.” Sam told us.

“Yes Ranger Sam.” I teased before putting the jeep into drive and soon Jack and I left the bunker garage and drove down the road to the nearest gas station to get ice as well as fill up the car.

After doing all that and filling the cooler with ice for the drinks, I got back into the jeep and started up the engine.

“Okay Jack, since we’ve got full control over the radio, what genre of music shall it be today?”

“I did enjoy that 80’s playlist you made. Especially after you showed me that show Odd Things.”

“You mean Stranger things babe. Alright 80’s it is.” I went through my phone and opened up my music playlist and scrolled through until I found my 1980s Greatest songs playlist.  Sure Dean may say that everything after 1979 sucks, but he clearly hadn’t heard some of these artists like Kate Bush, Prince, Queen’s later music in the 80’s, Whitney Houston, A-Ha, and of course my man Phil Collins.

I first played the song ‘In the Air tonight’ to get us started on the open road.  Jack particularly began to realize why I loved Phil Collins so much.  Yeah he was cool in his Genesis days but when he branched out into his solo career, the dude truly shined.

After an almost 2 hour drive and almost reaching the end of our playlist with Cyndi Lauper we arrived at the camp grounds.  I parked the car and both Jack and I got out of the car and stretched ourselves out before entering the check-in lodge before we had to drive to our reserved camping spot.

“Good afternoon, how can I help you?” the woman behind the desk said.

“Hi we’re checking into lot A113, reservation is under Winchester.” She typed up my reservation on the laptop and said.

“(Y/n) Winchester?”

“That’s me.”

“Great, and you’re staying with us for a week. Here’s a map of all the areas you can hike, or visit the various lounges or restaurants we’ve got here. And for staying here a week with us that’ll be $210.25 will that be cash or credit?”

“Credit, please.” I said getting out my card and handing it to her.  A quick swipe and the payment was done.

“Okay you are all set. Hope you and your boyfriend have a good time.”

“Oh we will, especially after the few months we had. We deserve this.” I said putting my card away and gathering up the stuff she had handed me.  I saw Jack admiring some of the portrait paintings along the wall and took his hand. “C’mon babe, let’s get to our spot and set up camp.” He nodded and I guided him out the lodge and we went back into the car.

I turned the engine on and drove off towards our camping spot.  Good thing about this camp ground is that while we are out in the woods, there was still access to bathrooms, showers, and of course food joints and restaurants. Plus everyone has their own private little spot to make their camp so no one has to be cramped in a giant forest space.

Jack and I looked around until he spotted the signs that lead us to our section and as we drove down the trail I softly let out a yes as I fist bumped.

“Thank god the showers aren’t that far away.”

“That’s a good thing right?”

“I mean I don’t mind the walk but still, it’s better for night time shower people like me. I mean seriously I don’t get why people shower in the mornings, you’re just gonna get sticky and gross at the end of the day and I don’t wanna sleep like that.”

“That is strange. Glad you told me about it when I was first trying to understand the ways of humans.”

“There are certain things my brothers can teach you but everything else, just ask me. I got your back.”

“Just as I got yours.” He said as he placed his hand on top of mine.  I smiled and gave it a loving squeeze as he pointed out.  “Is that us?”

“Uhh yeah this is us.” I turned along the gravel road and pulled into our little hill mound parking spot and turned the engine off.  “We’re here at last. No more driving for the rest of the day please.”

“You know I could’ve drove us from the check-in lodge. Dean says I’ve been improving with Baby.”

“I know you have sweetie but driving Baby and driving this jeep are two totally different things. Plus you haven’t gotten enough experiences on dirt road like these. All the bumps, twists and turns and I’m not that good of a driving teacher. As I’m sure my brother told you, I was a wreck when learning to drive Baby. Can’t do a stick to save my ass.”

“It’s not that hard once you get used to it. Maybe I could teach you.”

“As sweet as that is, one Dean would never let you do that and two I don’t want to ever drive Baby again.” I pecked his cheek and continued, “C’mon, let’s unload the car.” We unbuckled ourselves and got out of the jeep as I opened the back door and first grabbed the cooler while Jack grabbed the tent.

After unloading the car and unfolding the tent from the bag, Jack got the bag that was filled with the tacks and poles that we needed to keep the tent in place and standing up.

“Okay so—I’ve never really put a tent up before but I have seen people do it in tv and movies. Is it really as hard as they show it?” asked Jack.

“Depends on the tent, luckily for us this tent it’s fairly easy to put up. Mind helping me spread out the tent first before we get the poles and tacks down?” he nodded and came over and went on the other side of the tent.  Together we grabbed each end of the tent and pulled it as far apart as we could.  “Okay now grab that bag with the poles and tacks.” He looked around until he saw just a few feet to his left was the bag.

He tossed it over to me and I opened it up and pulled out the poles first.

“Now what I want you to do is connect this set first and I can do the other set. Once they’re connected, I’ll show you how to put them through the tent.” He grabbed the first set of poles and began to connect them together while I did the second row.

“Like this?” he showed me after he had gotten one set together already.

“That’s it. Make sure they’re in as tight as you can get them. Can’t risk the tent caving in on itself.” I said as I twisted my set in before they finally connected with each other.

It took a few minutes but we finally got our poles connected and then I showed him where the poles would go through the tent. We did his connected set first and I guided it through the right side of the tent, going towards the top and then coming down the other side before sticking it down into the earth.  We did the same for the other side (that’s where the major work comes in cause you have to guide it over the previous pole set).

“You sure you weren’t lying when you’d say it’d be easy?” Jack said with a grunt as he tried to maneuver my pole set over his at the top each time I pulled the second pole down.

“This is always the tricky part no matter what. But trust me Jack, I’ve seen tents so complex to build up I’m surprised they’re not banned from camping gears. Don’t worry we got this, just a little more……” finally I managed to get the starting point out the end of the tent and stick it into the earth as well.  “There we go. Now for the tacks to make sure they stay down.”

I jogged back over to where I had the bag and pulled out the tacks as well as the mini-mallet that came with it.  After setting each tack down, I told Jack to get the rain roof to go on top of the tent just in case it rained (there was a chance in the next couple of days but it’s better to get it out now rather than later).

He went back to the tent back and pulled the tarp-like roof from the bag and together we worked to maneuver around the tent to place the rain-proof roof on top of the tent.  Once it was one, we stepped back and we wrapped an arm around each other and I said.

“We did it babe. Our home for the next week.”

“I can’t wait to sleep in it. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like sleeping in a tent after you showed me that camping episode from your favorite childhood show.”

“Well let’s get the sleeping bags and all the other stuff inside and you can see for yourself.” We walked over and grabbed the sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, and our backpacks.  I unzipped the circular door and once the flaps came down I bowed and said.  “Right this way good sir.”

“Thank you.” He said with a bow of his head before getting in with me following suit.

Some would call it overboard since this tent is said to fit five people but I wanted Jack to have the full experience of being in a tent.  And just seeing his face in full awe as he looked around.

“It’s almost like being in a cave. And not like those Wendigo ones either.” I nodded.

“It’s got where it counts. But if it’s too much I can send this back and just get a two person one.”

“No please don’t. I love it. Very spacious, plenty of space for all our stuff. But can also be intimate for snuggling together.” Jack said as he came up close to me, wrapping his arms around me.  I smiled as he buried his face into my neck.

“Okay sweetie, let’s find a spot in this cave of ours to put our sleeping bags at.” We crawled through the tent and decided that our bags could be spread out in the middle of the tent.  Our backpacks could go right up at the wall where our heads would be.  We set the backpacks down before unrolling our sleeping bags and placing down our pillows and blankets.

“So what shall we do first?” Jack asked me with a smile as he padded his pillow.

“Well there’s a few things I’d like to get at the lodge like firewood and see if there’s any icebags they sell. I know our cooler is basically a thermos but you can’t be too careful especially with as long as we’re staying.”

“Okay so firewood and ice. Then what do you want to do?”

“This camping trip isn’t just about me sweetie. This is your first camping trip, what do you want to do?” I took his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“Can we go hiking?”

“Then hiking it is. Maybe we’ll even see some wild animals while we’re out and about.” He smiled and I could almost see my sweet baby boy bouncing on his knees.  “Now let me see, the lodge from our campsite is about how far?” I said as I took out the map from my pocket.  “Okay so we’re here,” I said pointing to our spot, “And the lodge is….” I trailed my finger upward until I saw the main lodge. “Oh sweet we don’t even have to walk very far. It’s just out of this reserved area and up a forest hill track and boom we’re there.”

“You seemed to have gotten us a lucky spot. You sure you didn’t check ahead of time?” Jack teased.

“Babe I swear, this was the only camping spot available at the time I was making the reservation.” Jack looked at me with a playful skeptical look but let it go.  “Okay go ahead doubt me, but they don’t call me (Y/n) ‘Lucky-shot’ Winchester for nothing.”

“Who calls you that?”

“Me. I do. And Charlie, and Jody, and the rest of the girls of the Wayward sisters. Dean calls it dumb luck but I have saved his ass more times than I can count. Plus some of my luck must’ve bounced off of them, with as many times as my brothers get knocked out. I’m surprised they still remember their own names.”

“They do get knocked out quite a bit.” Jack agreed.

“Right!?”

Once we got our backpacks packed with just enough stuff for the hike, Jack had decided to come up with me to get the firewood as well as see if there was an ice-dispenser up at the lodge.  After finding and purchasing a couple bags of firewood, we headed back to our campsite and Jack placed the two bags of firewood near the car while I opened up my bag and we began to place the wood into the firepit.

“When it gets dark, we can start the fire. They’ll be fine sitting in the firepit for a while. So shall we begin your first ever hike?”

“I hope I packed everything right. I triple-quadruple checked just like you told me.”

“Good boy. Oh before I forget, here.” I reached into my pack and pulled out a bag that contained some whistles and got two of them out.  “Put this around your neck.” I handed him the yellow whistle while I took the blue one.

“What do we need whistles for?”

“Well we can’t risk you using your powers in front of other people and freaking them out. So in the event if one of us gets lost, stay where you are, hug a tree and blow your whistle.”

“Okay I understand.” I patted his shoulder as he hung his whistle around his neck.  “Can we go now?” he said bouncing on his feet.

“Yes sweetie we can. Follow me first time camper.” I walked ahead with Jack walking close behind me and we proceeded towards the hiking trail.

Throughout our hike we would stop to take pictures of some beautiful landscapes, tightrope across logs, and even got to see a few animals. Like this one point in the hike we came across a cute rabbit.  Normally when a rabbit sees you, it wants to run but this rabbit as soon as it saw Jack, it got curious.

It hopped over to him and allowed Jack to reach out with his hand and gave him a sniff.  It even allowed Jack to stroke it’s back before taking off back into the woods.  Of course using my phone with it on silence, I snapped some good pictures of the encounter and promised to have those developed when we got home.

We even met up with some other hikers and found a special lodge where we could observe the local bears from a safe distance using binoculars.  And along the walls of the lodge were paintings as well as facts about bears that the kids could read.  And bless his heart, he shared with me all the facts he never knew about bears (even though I knew about most of them but I didn’t have the heart to stop him. He’s like a puppy).

For the rest of the day we hiked, had lunch, took photos and even talked with some other hikers until it started to get dark so Jack and I decided to head back to our camp for some supper as well as introduce him to the King of all camp snacks, S’mores.

We got back to camp and I started the fire while Jack got out the hotdogs, ramen, and smores stuff.  We ate our supper and just as it was starting to get darker, I thought it was now time for Jack to try his very first smore.

“Okay Jack, the perfect way to make a smore is this.” I said gathering the smore supplies.  “First you take the graham, and then you break apart a piece of chocolate. Then you stick the chocolate on the graham.” I said demonstrating the process, “then you roast the ‘mallow.” I said sticking my poker with the marshmallow into the firepit until it was burnt to a crisp. “Once it’s nice and crispy, you stick the mallow onto of the chocolate, then you take the other graham and smoosh it together. And last and certainly my favorite part.” I took a big bite before telling him with my cheeks stuffed with melted marshmallow, chocolate and graham crackers, “You stuff yourself!”

“I’ve always wanted to ask, why are they called that? Smores?”

“Because you always want some more.” He laughed at the corny joke.  “babe I swear, you’ll find out that it ain’t just a joke. Go on.” I handed him his poker as well as the marshmallow bag.

He did as I told him in the exact order it needed to be done but just before he took that first bite I told him to wait as I got my phone out and went to my camera and switched it to video.

“Trust me, I’m gonna wanna keep this. Okay take a bite now.” I said as I pressed the record button.  He lifted the smore to his mouth and took that first bite. Already his marshmallow oozing down his fingers as he tried to take in as much as he could without over stuffing his mouth.

I watched as his eyes widened and he let out a loud moan as he threw his head back.

“Didn’t I tell you? Makes you want to stuff like 10 of them after you eat your first smore.”

“This is…..” he chewed it up more before finally swallowing it and he continued, “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“Even better than nougat?” I asked exasperatedly.

“You know nothing will ever take the place of nougat in my heart.”

“Damn and I thought I could convert you.” I said stopping the recording.

“Sorry sweetheart. I wonder what a smore would taste like with nougat.”

“You keep that blasphemous excuse of chocolate away from the sacred smores! They are made with Hershey’s milk chocolate bars and they shall stay that way!” I said defending my precious smores honor.

“I still don’t see why you hate nougat so much?”

“I told you it’s a disgusting, excuse of a chocolate bar! They make it look like a chocolate bar but they got in stuff that shouldn’t go together BLECH!!” Jack rolled his eyes.

“One day I’ll convert you to appreciate my lovely nougats.”

“The day that happens is the day that Rowena allows Hell for freeze over.” We continued to snack on the smores until we were stuffed and we decided that now would be a good time to shut ourselves in the tent for the night.

We safely disposed of the trash and put the food in the spare cooler and I locked it up tight so that no bears would come by. Jack doused the fire and I turned on the lantern as we entered inside the tent.  I hung the lantern on the little hook just above our heads and we got our sleeping bags ready for the night.

“Hey (Y/n).”

“Yes Jack?” I asked as I was spreading out my two fleece blankets over my sleeping bag.

“Guess what this is.” I turned towards him and saw him making shadow puppets using the lantern above us.  It was a long serpent like creature but it wasn’t a snake.

“A Chinese water dragon?”

“Right! Now you do one.”

“Okay but be warned I’m nowhere as good as you.” I clasped my hands together and raised up my right index and tall finger and bent them a bit for the antlers.  With the rest of my fingers I molded the face and nose and asked him, “Any guesses?”

“Those things on top are they—horns?”

“Close.”

“Oh no wait they’re antlers. Is it a deer?”

“Sure is.”

“Okay, okay my turn again. Umm…..Oh I got it! You won’t be able to get this.” I saw the silhouette of what almost looked like a musk ox but I knew it wasn’t.

For one it was even bulkier than the ones I’ve seen online, and the horns on it were way too long and swirled inward too much. I knew there was no way this was a ram due to its large size.  Until it finally hit me.

“Oh I know exactly what this is!”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do. What you don’t think I know a Tusken raider’s mighty steed the Bantha?”

“You’re good.” I shrugged cockily.

“Gave you your Star Wars knowledge, remember you must my young padawan.” I said in my best worst Yoda impression.  He laughed as he brought me in close to him, our hands intertwining with each other’s while his free arm stroked patterns on my lower back and my free hand rested on his knee.

We looked into each other’s eyes and I could feel my heart racing faster the longer I looked into his innocent yet striking blueish-green eyes.  He raised our intertwined hands up and placed my palm against his cheek before covering it with his own.

“(Y/n) I—I love you.”

“I love you too Jack.”

“No I mean. I like, really, really love you. So much so that I think I…..” I noticed how his adam’s apple slightly bounced as he swallowed anxiously and his jaw went tense as he turned away from me. In fact I could just see the poor boy tensing up.

“Jack, Jack look at me.” He hesitated but he turned his head back to face me.  I moved my hand to his jawline and stroked it gingerly.  “You know you can tell me anything right?” he nodded.

“I just……don’t want to scare you away.”

“Why would I be scared? Jack remember what we promised each other when we first started dating?”

“No keeping secrets like my brothers.” Jack repeated.

“Exactly. So c’mon out with it babe. What’s on your mind?”

“I…..” he sighed deeply but took another deep breath before saying. “As I said before, I really, really love you. And I know we talked about how far we want this relationship to go and you told me how when the time is right, we could—take things to the next step and……I want to do that.”

Oh……wow that’s—that is definitely something that should not be kept inside.  I mean we have been dating for the past 3 years now after 6 years of knowing each other. And yeah he’s not the only pure-white virgin of the team (I still got the dragon scar to prove that).

“Wow. Okay that—”

“I probably made things awkward now, didn’t I?” he groaned as he scooted away from me pacing around the tent.  “I’m such an idiot! Why did I have to open my big mouth and say that?! I—” I stopped him by grabbing his biceps and interrupted his ranting.

“Hey! Hey Jack! Jack!” he stopped to look at me. “To say I’m surprised that that is what you had buzzing around your brain for is a lot to take in. But I’m glad you told me. And I think we should sit down and talk so you hear what I have to say now.” He nodded nervously as we came back to our sleeping bags, the two of us sitting across from one another.

I took his hands and gave them a soft squeeze before starting.

“Jack. These past several years of knowing you have been—the best in my life. I have never felt this type of love towards any other guy. Now you know that I’m a virgin too right?”

“Yes that was the first thing you told me because you were worried I’d break up with you because you didn’t have experience.” My face flushed as I cleared my throat.

“Yeah because most guys prefer experiences and one night stands rather than taking care of their girl afterwards. But anyways the point is, with you—I felt like I was getting the perfect guy. Cute, brave, loyal, kind, funny, protective but not possessive, well-mannered. Some days I couldn’t believe just shortly after we began dating that you were real.”

“I care about you (Y/n).”

“And I care about you Jack. Which is why I think—no I know that I’m ready too.” His eyes slowly went wide.

“You—you are?”

“Yeah. Going on this camping trip without my brothers constant helicoptering or even Cas suddenly popping up before us, the fun we both had together and showing you what it meant to go on a camping trip I—I feel like I’m ready to take the next step, so long as you were.”

“Because consent goes both ways.” Jack said.

“Exactly. But there is one thing I am concerned about.” He tilted his head like a puppy before asking me.

“What?”

“Well we’re in a public campground. And yes although we have our private section we’re not entirely alone. Plus the rangers do their nightly patrol to make sure no troublemakers are out and about. And from what I remembering hearing all those girls with Dean. Don’t ask! I uhh—”

“I can take care of that.” This time I tilted my head and looked at him questioningly.  Of course I knew nephilims are powerful beings but what can we do that’ll not get us kicked out or worse scarring an innocent child?

His eyes glowed their sunshine gold for a few seconds before they phased back to his normal eye color.

“No one should bother us now. Whatever we do in this tent won’t be heard on the outside.”

“You made this tent sound-proof?”

“Yeah. Watch.” He then let out his angelic-like scream which sounded like a boat horn times 20.  I covered my ears until he stopped and he gestured for me to look outside the tent.  I went over to the door, unzipped it and peeked out and saw that no one had woken up, or started asking just what that unholy scream was.  I zipped the door backup and said.

“Wow. You never cease to amaze me.” He cutely shrugged as I sat back down in front of him wrapping my arms around his neck. “So….shall we get busy?” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I would—like that. What do we uhh do first?”

“Well typically it’s best to get warmed up first before we get to the final stretch.”

“Warmed up? What you mean like exercise?” I giggled as I shook my head.

“No babe. I mean like making out. Touching each other, that kinda stuff.”

“So like what we normally do when your brothers aren’t around?”

“Bingo.”

“I already know some of the things you like, will that help?”

“Yeah. So—you ready Jack?” he nodded as I slowly leaned in and captured his lips with mine.

I felt his hands come up to cup my jawline as our kissed slowly deepened.  Our tongues coming together for a slow, passionate dance as I felt myself slowly being lowered down onto our sleeping bags and blankets.  After the need for air became too much, we separated from each other but our noses softly grazed against the other’s as our breaths danced across the other’s face.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked me.

“So long as I get to take yours off.” He nodded and I was the first to remove his shirt before he lifted mine off.  As soon as my bare upperbody (minus the bra I had on) was exposed to him, Jack almost seemed entranced.  He stroked through all the scars I’ve gotten over the years from various cases and points in my life.

“Did they hurt?” he said stroking the dragon scar I got when I was 14 years old.

“That one did for a while, others it just depended on how deep or dangerous the creature was.”

“It’s like a painting. Like connect the dots but with scars.” He said as he slowly traced over each scar then began connecting them into various shapes and patterns.  “Like the constellations in the night sky.” I felt tears in my eyes and even felt one slid down my face.  Before I could catch it, Jack’s thumb gingerly wiped it away as he hovered over me.

He once again captured my lips as his hands slowly trailed down to my chest just short of my bra.  I separated from his lips and whispered to him.

“Put your hands on me Jack.” He kissed my lips again as his hands were now on top of my boobs.  Gently and affectionately groping them through the bra which sent shivers down my spine.  I let out a soft moan as his lips moved from my mouth to the side of my neck.

I closed my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his frame and felt his lips kiss, nip and lick at my neck.  I gasped as he got a favorite weak spot of mine. Arching my back I reached behind and unhooked my bra exposing my bare breasts to the cool air but they were soon encompassed by Jack’s hands.

“They’re soft.” I heard him whisper in my neck.

“Would you like to kiss them Jack?”

“Is that what you want?” I nodded.  He kissed my shoulder before moving across my collar bone.  Slowly with each kiss he went lower and lower until he came to my right breast and began kissing it.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I stretched my arms out and gripped my pillow so tightly I could feel my nails through the sheets.  Jesus no wonder why those girls were always moaning in Dean’s room if this is what it feels like.  His lips soon encompassed my right nipple and I felt him gently suck on it which caused me to wrap my hands over his head to keep him there.  Stroking and even slightly pulling on his golden locks which caused him to moan.

And hearing him moan while he sucked on my nipple sent a pleasurable feeling down to my lower region.  After a few seconds he released my nipple before looking back up at me.  I adjusted our position so that I was now on top of him and began kissing his neck.

He let out a few choked gasps as I kissed lower down towards his chest before coming back up again.  His arms wrapped around me tightly as I nipped at the junction on the left side of where his neck and shoulder met.  After leaving a fairly nice little hickey I knew would form there, Jack and I stared at each other’s eyes once again panting softly.

“So we uhh—” he asked.

“If you wish to continue. Yeah we-we can.” I said clearing my throat as I was still slightly dizzy from the pleasure that had made me blind for a moment back there.

“Do I or do you remove our umm…..”

“It doesn’t matter, I guess I could do it if you’re comfortable with it.”

“Yeah. I trust you (Y/n).” I softly smiled and gently pecked his lips before I placed my hands at the rim of his sleep pants and looked at him one last time.

“You ready?” I asked him.  He nodded giving me consent before I reached in to not only grab his sleep pants but also his boxers as I slowly scooted them off his surprisingly silky-smooth legs.  Once they were off, I then reached for my own pants and underwear and slowly removed them until we were as naked as told in the tale of Adam and Eve.

“So I—guess I just….put it inside you?” he asked me.  “How do I know if I—”

“I think we’ll cross that bridge once we get there. Just….be gentle, okay?” he stroked a strand of hair out of my face.

“Always.” He pecked my lips once more before having me return on the bottom while he resumed his position on top of me.  Our foreheads pressed together as he leaned down and kissed me and I felt him enter inside me.

I let out a hiss of pain and let out a painful groan, he stopped and looked down at me concerned.

“Should we stop? I’m hurting you aren’t I? I swear I’m not trying to it’s just….”

“I know Jack. Just…..let me get adjusted. Keep still for a moment.” I eased his anxiety by cupping his face into my hands. He nodded and kept still as I told him while I got used to feeling him inside of me.  I took a few deep breaths before telling him, “Okay I’m ready.”

“You sure?” I nodded.  He slowly pushed further inside of me kissing my neck any time I groaned or hissed in pain.  His hands gently massaged my back and hips as he applied the right pressure to get my muscles to relax with each push he did.

Once we got pass the painful stage of the first time, there suddenly came a wave of pleasure as Jack slowly began pumping himself in and out of me.  My mouth opened in an O shape as I gasped and grunted and Jack did the same as he kept thrusting in and out.

“Oh Jesus! Oh Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Holy shit that fee-Ahh!”

“I know. It……it’s good for…..me too.” He said through his grunts.  We wrapped our arms around the other as we feverishly and passionately kissed each other. Our tongues dancing a sloppy dance as Jack continued to hit all the right spots.

“I—I’m gonna…..please Jack. Let us cum together!”

“Is-is that what—what that feeling is? Cause I UGH! I want to cum too.”

“Let us go—toge—together.” He nodded as he picked up the pace and our grunts and howls mixed in together until finally we came together.  Jack collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder while I kept my arms wrapped around him stroking through his hair.

He looked into my eyes as I felt him trembling under my fingers.  The small bangs on his head clung onto his forehead as small beads of sweat sat upon his brow.

“You’re trembling.” I whispered.

“I’ll be fine. Are you okay?”

“That was…..the second best thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.”

“What was the first?”

“Getting you into Star Wars.” We softly chuckled as I placed my hand on the back of his head, leaned it down so that I could kiss his forehead and he rested his head on my bare chest.

“Is this what it feels like afterwards? I think Dean called it afterglow.” Jack asked me.

“More or less. But it’s even better than I could imagine.” I felt Jack cuddle into my sternum and even giving my collarbone a soft kiss.

“You—don’t think your brothers are gonna find out about this, do you?”

“If they do, I’ll handle it. I’m not a little girl anymore so I can do whatever I want.” I kissed the crown of his head. “Hey get this,” he looked up at me, “Tomorrow at the lodge they’re having fantasy movie night and can you guess what they’re showing?”

“Star Wars?” I nodded. “Can we go see it? Can we, please? Please? Please? Please? Please?”

“Now how can I say no to this adorable face.” I said as I cupped his cheek.  We got back on our clothes before cuddling into our sleeping bags and snuggled them close together.  “G’night Jack.”

“Goodnight (Y/n). I—I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” I let out a deep sigh before succumbing to sleep.

[yourmomxx]

Jack: Dean, I’m going out

Dean: Do what you want, I’m not your father

Jack: *opens the door*

Dean: Don’t talk to strangers and make sure to wear a coat , it’s cold outside!

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FEELING LOW

Jack Kline x Reader (platonic)

Summary: ever since you were young, you've struggled with your mental health. Dean and Sam always tried to help you, but nothing ever worked. You were back in that funk once more, holed up in your room. Jack, though confused about why you were sad, wanted to make you feel better.

WARNINGS: mentions of depression, mention of thoughts of self-harm and suicide.

Today was just one of those days where you didn't want to get out of bed.

Instead, you lay there in your bed, staring up into the darkness where your ceiling should be. Your blanket was pulled up to your chest as you unconsciously played with your hands.

You felt like the worst person in existence. Like you were a neucance to everyone who was around you. You absolutely hated the feeling, but you couldn't help it.

You thought about tearing your skin apart, just to see how it felt. Sure, you had been sliced by monsters, being bled almost dry, but this was a different kind of pain. This was the pain you wanted.

And the mode you thought about it, the worse you felt, and you dug yourself into a deeper hole.

Sam and Dean stood outside your door, Sam holding your breakfast as he gave a worried look towards his brother.

Dean took a deep breath as he knocked, hoping that this time you'd answer. He hated when you got like this, knowing you weren't okay and he couldn't do anything to fix it.

After a few seconds of silence, a very broken "go away!" Came from the other side of the door.

Sam closed his eyes in slight frustration as he let out a sigh, "Y/n, you need to eat."

"I'm...not hungry." You replied, your voice cracking as if you were on the verge of tears.

Jack, hearing the commotion, made his way towards the brothers from his place in the kitchen. Castiel had gone out to get more groceries, leaving Jack on his own.

"What's going on?" He asked, his head tilted in curiosity.

The brothers turned their heads towards him, his small grin turning upside down as he noticed the look on their faces, "is something wrong?"

Sam and Dean glanced at each other before Sam answered him, "Y/n won't eat, and won't come out of her room either. It... happens sometimes."

"Is she...sick?" Jack questioned once again, now standing directly in front of the brothers.

"No, kid, she's not sick. She's just... really sad." Dean responded simply, looking back at the closed door.

Jack went silent for a moment before his eyes lit up with an idea, "Maybe I can make her not sad!" He suggested with a grin.

"Look, Jack, you cant-" Sam began but was cut off by Jack taking the plate of food from his hands and disappearing. Presumably into your room.

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As Jack appeared into Your room, the darkness did not go unnoticed. The only way he was able to navigate through her room was the light that peaked through the crack under your door, showing the lump that was covered by blankets.

"Are...you okay?" Jack asked, standing next to the bed, looking down at you.

Your eyes never wandered from the ceiling as you responded, "No. But it's okay, I'll be fine in a bit."

You were lying, of course, as you thought about running the blade of your knife over your skin and maybe getting yourself on whatever hunt the boys tried to get you to help with.

Jack knew you were lying, his frown deepening as he placed the plate of food onto her bedside table, turning on the lamp.

You shut your eyes tight to try and rid of the unwanted brightness in the room as you groaned.

"You need to eat." Jack told you sternly, only repeating what the boys had said.

"I'm not hungry, Jack." You mumbled, slowly opening your eyes, trying to adjust to the light in your room after hours of darkness.

The dark circles under your eyes proved that you hadn't slept that night, much less had slept in the past week.

"You haven't slept." He mentioned, his head tilting slightly in curiosity, as was normal for him.

"Haven't been tired."

"But you need it."

"I sleep when my body decides it's time for it. Right now is not time for it." You chided, crossing your arms against the blanket over your body.

Jack knew not to push further with you, knowing from Sam and Dean that you were in a fragile state. He sat down beside you on the bed, not breaking his focus on your tired being. "Why are you so sad?" He asked.

To you, it felt like he had already asked a million questions. But you always had a soft spot for the kid, so you never snapped.

"I'm not sad, I'm just..." You didn't know what you were feeling. Most times it was different. Sometimes you would say it was because you felt too sad, other times you said you felt empty. You'd say that your emotions were so overwhelming that your brain didn't know which emotion to pick, so it broke. There was no real feeling for you.

"Just what?"

You sighed before making it simple for him, "Never mind. Yeah, yeah, I'm really sad." A crack in your voice slipped out as you said it, making the sentence feel even more broken than it was.

Jack knew that the response to someone's sadness was to hug them (as seen from the many times the brothers, Castiel, and Y/n had hugged each other after tough times), and thought that maybe that's all you needed.

So, he pulled you up into a sitting position and hugged you tight, a smile growing on his lips as he felt your arms wrap loosely around him, your head placed in the crook of his neck.

You felt tears prick your eyes as you reveled in the sudden comfort and reassurance that the hug brought you. The evil thoughts that plagued your brain had died down just a little as you focused on the moment.

You knew that the hug wouldn't ward off your depression forever, but you were glad that it was enough to keep you feeling sane for this tiny little bit.

And suddenly, you began to feel your eyes drooping, sleep slamming into you like a freight train as the many sleepless nights finally caught up with your body.

Jack felt your arms let go of him slightly, fingers grazing his back as they fell limp with sleep.

Just in time too, as Sam and Dean (now joined by Cas) open the door, concerned about the silence that had fallen between the two.

They all sighed in relief at the sight of the sleeping woman, Jack finally letting go of her and gently setting her back down.

They took note that the next time this happens, Jack will be the first one they send in.

And yes, Dean, in fact, ended up eating her breakfast instead.

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Hey yall! Thanks for reading <3 this fic was more just projecting what I've been feeling for the past couple of weeks into my writing, and at first I felt a little iffy posting it. But with a little push from a friend (reminding me that this fic would be read by a lot of people who would find comfort that someone could relate to them) I decided, fuck it!

@pinchofhoney

[nightingale2004]

Does anyone have an idea of how an interaction between Charlie from hazbin Hotel, Rory from lucifer, and Jack from supernatural would go?

These three are the children of lucifer Morningstar. I genuinely want to know how this would turn out.