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Jensen Ackles picspam
A couple of days ago I did a Jared Padalecki picspam of hotass. In the name of fairness and my annoying cute compulsion to pimp Supernatural, here are some drool-inducing photos of his co-star.
Plus certain people have also promised me all sorts of nice things if I were to "Do Jensen Too"
*nods*
Hear that Jensen? Let's get it on, baby!
Therefore, let me present the JENSEN ACKLES PICSPAM OF HOTASS
Perviness ahead. Not dial-up friendly. Risk for spontaneous ovulation: High.
So. Jensen's prettier than 99% of world's population. Including the women. By all accounts we should hate his guts.
But it's really difficult when he looks like this.
Or when his smile requires a goddamn change of panties
I mean WTF Jensen, did you make a deal with the devil?
It would certainly explain those lips. And the cheekbones.
I want to lick the inside of his elbow so bad I can literally taste it.
Why is it that in RL guns are fucking scary and just wrong, but included in a picture with Jensen, they suddenly become hot?
See what I mean?
Similar thing with cars. Am rather indifferent to them in RL, but add Jensen and suddenly my motor's revving.
Wouldn't you like to just push him down until he's spread out over the hood?
Straight-up arm!porn. I mean look at those forearms. And the leather thongs around his wrist. And the ring.
Coat!Porn Take 1
So when I imagine Jensen as a film noir PI, this is what he looks like. Only there's a hat. And a gun. In fact there is a pic like that in existence, but I wasn't able to find a big enough scan to do it justice.
Coat!Porn Take 2
I want to do illegal things to the hollow of his throat. And pretty much every other part of his body.
The main reason for inclusion of this photo can be found under the waistline... I'm talking about his pants, you pervs! Because dude! They hit my pinstripe-kink like a hammer of God. *is goo*
Speaking of clothing kinks. Here's some plaid for![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
sugaration. I know baby, I know. Jensen's feeling bashful about it too.
And he even makes pink plaid look good. It's just not fair.
Let's continue with the theme. There's a reason why this man used to do modelling. Here are the magazine scans from a spread JA did for Men's Fitness. I tried to pick just one or two but that proved impossible. Here, have them all.
How is he hot even in that hat? It's a mystery.
Denim jacket and plaid? jdlkdfafjjkajwaajfkrhtgaild
Oh Jesus Fuck, the thighs.
It's relentless. Can't. Take. The. Hotness. Agh.
I could watch him walking away all. day. long.
Also: suspenders.
And: the shoulders. I mean holy mother of god, they're just so wide and probably smooth and hard and and and *cries*
Okay, let's get out of the clo- I mean move on, move on from the clothes. More's the pity though.
Unsurprisingly Jensen looks mighty fine on a bed. Sitting down...
...aaaaaaaand lying down. Mmm-mm. Get me a piece of that.
The effect this picture has on me is the type that shouldn't be discussed in public. It's... I... The hand on his stomach. The eyleashes. And jesusfuckingchrist the line of his neck. *squirms*
This is Jensen' s "Fuck Me" eyebrow.
And hoo-boy, would I. Five ways to Sunday.
The only thing hotter than Jensen Ackles is Jensen Ackles soaking wet.
Let's just take a moment to appreciate this, shall we? A long, private moment.
In fact, I feel this might be the right time to stop and, uh, retire for the night... Yep. *slides off the sofa*
Disclaimer: All pictures are copyright of their various photographers/publishers. They have however been collected from all over, and mostly I have no idea of their origin. All photos are reproduced for fangirl squee and no money is being made. Yes, I know, it's tragic.
PS. If I were to complete the triangle of unholy lust and do picspam of Jeffrey Dean Morgan too, how many of you would be interested? No, let me rephrase that: How many of you would offer me bribes? What? It takes time to satisfy your porny needs, you h00rs! And I'm feeling selfish.
Plus certain people have also promised me all sorts of nice things if I were to "Do Jensen Too"
*nods*
Hear that Jensen? Let's get it on, baby!
Therefore, let me present the JENSEN ACKLES PICSPAM OF HOTASS
Perviness ahead. Not dial-up friendly. Risk for spontaneous ovulation: High.
So. Jensen's prettier than 99% of world's population. Including the women. By all accounts we should hate his guts.
But it's really difficult when he looks like this.
Or when his smile requires a goddamn change of panties
I mean WTF Jensen, did you make a deal with the devil?
It would certainly explain those lips. And the cheekbones.
I want to lick the inside of his elbow so bad I can literally taste it.
Why is it that in RL guns are fucking scary and just wrong, but included in a picture with Jensen, they suddenly become hot?
See what I mean?
Similar thing with cars. Am rather indifferent to them in RL, but add Jensen and suddenly my motor's revving.
Wouldn't you like to just push him down until he's spread out over the hood?
Straight-up arm!porn. I mean look at those forearms. And the leather thongs around his wrist. And the ring.
Coat!Porn Take 1
So when I imagine Jensen as a film noir PI, this is what he looks like. Only there's a hat. And a gun. In fact there is a pic like that in existence, but I wasn't able to find a big enough scan to do it justice.
Coat!Porn Take 2
I want to do illegal things to the hollow of his throat. And pretty much every other part of his body.
The main reason for inclusion of this photo can be found under the waistline... I'm talking about his pants, you pervs! Because dude! They hit my pinstripe-kink like a hammer of God. *is goo*
Speaking of clothing kinks. Here's some plaid for
sugaration. I know baby, I know. Jensen's feeling bashful about it too.And he even makes pink plaid look good. It's just not fair.
Let's continue with the theme. There's a reason why this man used to do modelling. Here are the magazine scans from a spread JA did for Men's Fitness. I tried to pick just one or two but that proved impossible. Here, have them all.
How is he hot even in that hat? It's a mystery.
Denim jacket and plaid? jdlkdfafjjkajwaajfkrhtgaild
Oh Jesus Fuck, the thighs.
It's relentless. Can't. Take. The. Hotness. Agh.
I could watch him walking away all. day. long.
Also: suspenders.
And: the shoulders. I mean holy mother of god, they're just so wide and probably smooth and hard and and and *cries*
Okay, let's get out of the clo- I mean move on, move on from the clothes. More's the pity though.
Unsurprisingly Jensen looks mighty fine on a bed. Sitting down...
...aaaaaaaand lying down. Mmm-mm. Get me a piece of that.
The effect this picture has on me is the type that shouldn't be discussed in public. It's... I... The hand on his stomach. The eyleashes. And jesusfuckingchrist the line of his neck. *squirms*
This is Jensen' s "Fuck Me" eyebrow.
And hoo-boy, would I. Five ways to Sunday.
The only thing hotter than Jensen Ackles is Jensen Ackles soaking wet.
Let's just take a moment to appreciate this, shall we? A long, private moment.
In fact, I feel this might be the right time to stop and, uh, retire for the night... Yep. *slides off the sofa*
Disclaimer: All pictures are copyright of their various photographers/publishers. They have however been collected from all over, and mostly I have no idea of their origin. All photos are reproduced for fangirl squee and no money is being made. Yes, I know, it's tragic.
PS. If I were to complete the triangle of unholy lust and do picspam of Jeffrey Dean Morgan too, how many of you would be interested? No, let me rephrase that: How many of you would offer me bribes? What? It takes time to satisfy your porny needs, you h00rs! And I'm feeling selfish.
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You know, there are some seriously good stories that could be written around these pictures.
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I will certainly consider doing a JDM picspam too.
You know, there are some seriously good stories that could be written around these pictures. omg, do I. Not going to happen because I'm just too stupidly busy atm, but but but... Pick a photo and I give you a synopsis of the J2 fic I'd write about it if I had time in my hands. Which I don't so this is entirely for fun and games.
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not much then. i'd write one myself but I'm aware that i still owe you a supernatural fic!
i have written one but it's a car fic and not what you requested at all
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You'll only get this one, because I might have gone on a bit... Er. Yes. But this is how it happens.
sleeping in the hay
so, they're on this road trip, which was totally Jensen's idea and Jared wasn't going to do it because a week alone with Jensen's smile and his 'fuck me' eyes and that little dip at the back of his neck that Jared absolutely did not want to nuzzle and smell first thing in the morning like a goddamn girl, would be just too fucking much. But it's not like he's ever been able to say no to Jensen so they're on a road trip, okay? And maybe it's kinda cool, with just the car and the two of them, quiet drinks in skeevy bars, singing along to radio, Jensen's freckles becoming more and more prominent from the sun. And if Jared's hand strays to Jensen's skin a bit more often than usual, neither of them is talking about it, so it's all fine, really.
Then one day there's a rain storm. Jared loves storms, ever since he was a little boy, so it comes as a bit of a surprise when Jensen goes white and tight-lipped, clenching the steering wheel until Jared's afraid he's going to snap the thing in two. They're in the middle of nowhere and Jensen insists on driving until the next town but Jared thinks they might not make it that far if the way Jensen keeps flinching and swerving the car every time there's a lightning is any indication. So. He does what in retrospect is a really fucking stupid idea, and tells Jensen to stop the car on the side of the field because they're going to spend the night in the derelict barn that droops in the distance. Jensen looks at him like he's lost his marbles, but then there's another roll of thunder and he kills the engine without a word.
They cross the field in what Jared would call a flat-out run, if they weren't too manly for that sort of thing. The barn's old and musty, but it's relatively dry. Jensen strips off his outer layer, and proceeds to curl up in the nearest hay pile, still clearly freaked out. The tense line of his shoulders says 'back off' but Jared's never been good with keeping away, even when it would be the best thing for everyone. He sits down, arms around his knees, almost but not quite touching, and starts on a long rambling tale about his grandpappy and that one time the neighbour's bull got loose.
Eventually the storm passes and in the silence Jared can hear Jensen snoring softly. He stays awake for a little while longer, just listening to Jensen breathe, head in his hands, because jesus could he be any more pathetic? This thing moved from lust to something else, something indefinitely worse, a long time ago and now it's too late for Jared to back out and equally impossible to move forward, so he's stuck like this, aching and hollow and stupid in love.
In the morning Jared's the first one to wake up. The sunlight is streaming through the gaps in the wall, the dust particles dancing in the pale golden dawn. He sits up, stretches, looks around, eyes landing on Jensen's still sleeping form. And that's when it all goes to hell. Because Jensen looks like a fallen angel, his long eyelashes casting sweeping shadows across his face, fingers splayed over his stomach like an invitation, and Jared is so, so fucked.
He doesn't know he's moving until he feels the rough sting of stalks against his palms. Palms which are resting on either side of Jensen's head. He's hovering above him, mesmerised by the play of shadow and light, by the rise and fall of his chest, desperately trying to pull off because this isn't- he shouldn't- just this once-
And that's when Jensen opens his eyes.
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Somewhere at the back of his mind Jensen knows that logically this shouldn't be the case, because as far as he remembers he fell asleep in a goddamn barn and while not the worst place he's ever fallen unconscious in, it's not particularly great either.
Except for the part where is apparently is. He feels himself floating toward full awareness, slowly, slowly like an air bubble reaching for the water's surface. Sunlight tickles his nose and the feeling of safetylovehome is trickling down every inch of his body like warm honey.
He opens his eyes and smiles. Because this is a dream, not first of its kind, Jared draped over him like a cloak, all long lines of hard muscle. Jensen lifts a hand, lets his fingertips trail along the soft worn cloth of Jared's t-shirt, finally dipping under the hem.
At the first touch of skin on skin Jared arches, rubbing his belly against Jensen's flat palm like a big cat. "Jen," he swallows, head dropping lower until Jensen can feel every careful exhalation on his face. "Jen, what are you doing?"
Jensen opens his mouth to speak but the words freeze on his lips, his heart suddenly slamming into overdrive. Because no matter how vivid his dreams, he's never before been able to actually taste the sweat and musk and want, wrapped around them like a veil.
Shit.
He's awake. He's really awake, and Jared's really bent over him, the question still ringing in the half an inch between them, and Jensen really, really did just molest his best friend.
He scrambles back on his elbows so fast Jared is knocked out of balance and ends up face down in the hay. Jensen takes a great hitching gasp of air but none of it seems to reach his lungs, and for a second he thinks he might actually pass out. Of course, at the moment the prospect is not entirely without its merits.
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I hate you. Like a lot. *goes to write something else*
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