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@missafairy​ I will never not reblog this gif. The thoughts in my head. Me and @deanwanddamons​ were literally on about this gif earlier today. 

I’ll just be waiting here like…

@winchest09 what a coincidence 😉😉 do you want to tell everyone what we were actually discussing?? 🥵🥵🤣🤣

@deanwanddamons I think my gif speaks for itself 🤣🤣.

Open wide! 😂😂

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A twofer

So I was watching a video that was talking about the hidden Easter eggs in Disney movies. And I was like yeah yeah I knew this one…

BUT

Who are these handsome gentlemen?????

One Word Prompt

“You’ve NEVER been skinny dipping?!”

Sam startles a little at your overreaction to his admission. “No… never really had the occasion, so…”

“This is UNACCEPTABLE!” You sputter with feigned outrage. “We’re fixing this right now-”

You grab his arm and practically drag him out of your tent.

“It’s way to cold to swim!” He protests, as you lead him down to the nearby river that had started this conversation in the first place. “Besides this is how people get eaten by wendigos- running around in the woods after dark.”

You roll your eyes at his weak attempt to dissuade you from your goal. “We killed the wendigo, and it’s at least seventy degrees out here. That’s plenty warm enough.”

You reach the river bank, and he stalls. “Yeah it’s warm out here- but the water is probably freezing.”

You let loose of his hands, and smile. “I’m going for a midnight swim, feel free to join me.”

Piece by piece, you strip away your clothing; never breaking eye contact with him.

Even in the low light, you can see his cheeks flush red. His eyes roam your body ravenously- and you know you’ve got him hooked.

You stroll confidently down the bank and wade in, not looking back to see if he’s following you.

The water is a little cold, but the chills are from something else entirely. You hear him wade in behind you, and you smile to yourself.

Once he catches up to you, he snakes his arms around your waist, and presses his lips to the crook of your neck.

You turn and wrap your arms around his neck; pulling yourself up to his eye level, and hooking your legs around his hips. “See? Now isn’t this fun?”

He digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs, and growls. “It’s about to be.”

Thanks for the submission @thebabeontheback

yall haven’t written the next chapter of ur fanfic and it really shows

how you write your fanfics: an alignment chart

Omg. Chaotic good, neutral evil 😂😂

Lawful good, with shades of chaotic good and lawful evil.

Lawful evil 👌✌️

in 👏 2019 👏 we 👏 finish👏 our 👏 WIPs 👏

#start more wips?? did you stay start more wips???? ok i’m starting more wips  (via @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid)

I. Can’t. Do. That. Because. I. Suck.

Chapter One

“Sammy?” You swing your legs over the bannister of your front porch, and perch precariously beside him. 

His only response is to take your hand, intertwine his fingers with yours, and stare out into the darkness at the edge of your lawn; his jaw set stubbornly. 

“I know that look.” You sigh. “Been fighting with your dad again?”

At this he glances down at you, and nods. The look on his face makes your stomach sink. 

The fight must have been serious…

“Looks like this is the last time I’ll be staying here.” Sam says finally. 

“No!” You gasp, and nearly fall forward off the porch. 

He catches you by the back of your shirt, and steadies you. “Yeah. He says I’m old enough to ‘stick with him’ from here on out.”

“Sammy.” You choke, as angry tears well up in your eyes. 

The thought of Sam being drug around by his dad from one dangerous hunt to the next makes you want to hit something. 

Sam climbs back over the banister and pulls you with him; setting you down in front of him. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulls you close against him, and buries his face in your hair. 

After a moment, you lean your head back, and study his grey-green eyes. At only sixteen he is almost as tall as his father and brother, and his muscles are well defined from the rigorous  training his father has put him through. His face, however, is still as soft and open as ever. 

No matter what he’d lived through, or what he’d seen, his eyes were always caring and warm when he looked at you. 

“Please don’t leave me.” Your voice trembles. 

His breath hitches, and he answers you with a long, deep kiss. 

Something deep inside you knows he’s kissing you goodbye. 

Your father sticks his head out the door with impeccable timing, as usual. “Time to come inside kids.” 

“Yes sir, Pastor Jim.” Sam exhales, and untangles himself from you. 

The next morning you wake up and dress quickly. 

You hesitate at the top of the stairs, and listen with strained ears for John Winchesters voice. 

When you don’t hear it, you exhale and make your way down to the dining room. You stop cold in the doorway when you see that your father sits alone at the table.

Sam was usually up long before you… 

Your father looks up at you with sad, knowing eyes. “John came in the middle of the night to get him.” 

You feel as though all the breath is being sucked out of your lungs. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and your fists ball angrily at your sides. How could John Winchester be so cruel? 

He didn’t even let Sam tell you goodbye…

You storm out the back door, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves. Without really thinking about it, you wander into the woods behind your house. You find yourself at the old clubhouse you, Sam, and Dean had built ages ago. You have to kneel down to crawl inside. 

Everything is dusty with disuse, except for a small piece of white paper neatly folded on the egg crate you’d once pretended was a dinner table. 

You unfold it with shaking hands, and are hit with a fresh pang of loss when you recognize Sams writing. 

“Y/N,

I’ll be back for you one day, and then we’re gonna get out of this life for good.

-Love, Sammy.”

But he didn’t come back, and you never got out. 

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Okay, ffs, I’ve finally managed to get a couple chapters in on this fic, and I’m gonna start posting again soon. Wanted to reblog the first chapter again, so people could refresh (since it’s been a thousand years- sorry)

If you aren’t already on the tag list for this, and you would like to be, hit me up. 😊😊

ok but this hoe y/n is living her best life in all these fics. can I be her

i have great news for you

Pussycat Fever

Happy Halloween, Sam Winchester.

PAIRING: Sam x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1500

WARNINGS: smut, pussy eating, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Unedited - all mistakes are mine. Happy Halloween, guys!

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY OTHER SITES.

Sam never really enjoyed Halloween until he met you. You made it fun, showing him how to make pumpkin pie in the bunker’s old-fashioned oven and made him fall in love with the scent of the roasting seeds mixed with cinnamon. You even decorated the tables in the bunker with little pumpkins and tissue-paper ghosts hanging from the lamps.

On Halloween night, however, Sam discovered something new to enjoy about the holiday he used to hate.

Dean had left for a party at a bar in town, saying that he wasn’t going to be back. At the mention of him leaving, Sam noticed you slink off to the room you shared, but thought nothing of it. When he heard the Impala roar out of the garage, he called out to you, asking what you wanted for dinner. He received no reply, so he settled down in the library with an old copy of Frankenstein and a cold beer.

He didn’t hear you padding down the hallway, your stocking-covered feet almost silent on the wood.

“Hey, baby.”

He looked up and promptly felt his cock stiffen.

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Holy… Damn, that was so 🔥🔥🔥 Absolutly love this!

Happy Halloween 😘😘😘😘

I’m finally caught up on supernatural.