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October 17 2017

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October 14 2017

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Omega Slicked Panties

saxxxology:

leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid:

Square Filled: Slick
Ship: Beta!Sam x Omega!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags: ABO dynamics, Slick, role play, swearing, dirty talk, talk of knotting, oral sex (female receiving) condom use, biting (not claiming)
Summary: Sam’s got a kink for omega slick and you work out a deal to get both of you what you need.
Word Count: 2289
Written/Created for @spnabobingo and @queencflair‘s Sex and the City Challenge. My quote is from Charlotte and is in bold below. Thank you so much for reading and if you like what you’ve read, maybe buy me a whiskey or two.

“Hey, Sam. Do you have the notes on…whoa. What are you ordering?” Your curiosity got the better of you as you walked in on your housemate ordering something online from the same site you’d bought your latest knotting toy.

Sam slammed the lid of his laptop closed, looking up at you with pink tinged cheeks. “Nothing. I wasn’t ordering anything. What notes do you need?” He dumped his laptop down on his bed and sprang up, reaching for his book bag on the floor next to his desk.

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I’ve never been attracted to Beta!Sam, but this….

October 12 2017

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littlegreenplasticsoldier:

winchester-writes:

JFC 😂😂 I feel like this could be used in a fic bahaha

*dingaling!*

It took him a few moments, but Dean blinked his brain away from the book before him and looked at the library door.  Did he really just hear that?

“Did she just ring a bell for you?” asked Sam.

“Yah,” breathed Dean.  What the hell?  He gave you that bell last week because you were too sick to move.  For when you need me to make you feel better, he’d goofed. You’d refused to use it though, of course, and Dean kept discovering you out of bed and exhausted, dramatically draped over the furniture as though you’d been concussed part way through a lyrical number. 

*dingaling!*

Dean leaned an elbow on the table and grasped the back of his chair.  It’s just that you were almost better… you wouldn’t need him…

“Rude.”  Sam shook his head.  “She shouldn’t just summon you for shit.”

And that’s when Dean realised, his legs straightening on his behalf. 

“Seriously?” Sam asks him.  “She rings a bell and you just come?”

Dean stares at Sam and clears his throat.

*dingalingaling!*

“I’ll just uh,” Dean points, sidestepping, “go see what she wants.”  But he doesn’t care that Sam’s shaking his head again: Dean’s jogging down the halls, and got his fly undone, thumbs in the waistband before he sees your door.  He lets his pants fall around his ankles and shuffles into your room, grabby hands and grinning. “You rang?”

“Oh my god!” you laugh.  “I wasn’t sure you’d figure it out!”

“You think I don’t know what that bell says?” He’s kicked off the pants from his feet and pulled his shirt over his head, started crawling onto the bed already.  “You need me to make you feel better Baby? Don’t worry, I’m on it.”

OMFG ALI YOU’RE THE BEST!!! 😍😂🔥

October 11 2017

23:02

Coffee or Tea?

saxxxology:

jpadjackles:

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,270

Warnings: none, lots of fluff, 

Prompt: Sam and Y/N usually stick around during school breaks, both having similar family lives that don’t allow them to go home very often. Sam takes it upon himself to make sure Y/N isn’t lonely during the break.

A/N: This fic is written for @d-s-winchester ‘s Fall In Love With Fall challenge! My prompt was the picture.

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Fall break at Stanford was lonely. Most everyone had families to go home to. There was the occasional senior who didn’t go home and instead finished up midterms and missed credits in order to graduate. Some professors didn’t go home until the very last day, opting to stay and grade papers and create assignments in preparation for the next semester. And then there was you, one without a family to go home to.

You had a family, just not one that stayed in one place long enough for you to visit. Occasionally, they’d come see you, but those visits were few and far between. There was always another hunt, another person who needed saving. Well, at least that was their excuse.

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This was so cute!!!

March 10 2017

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Where You Belong Part 13

hiddenwritingsintheworld:

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

               “What do you mean going home?” Liv asked as disbelief settled acrossed her face. You sighed and turned to look at her. “Liv, I don’t really want to talk about it, I mean, it’s bad enough that I lost everything…” you looked down, feeling the sting of tears resting in the corners of your eyes. “I mean, I lost Sam…because of Roslyn, I lost my schooling, all those years of hard work, I just… I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of my selfishness.” You said grabbing the two bags and turning towards Liv. Liv stared at the different items you still had left. “What about all of this stuff? You worked so hard to get it” Liv whispered staring at the little items you’d bought or gotten from friends. Your bracelet from Sam lay on top of your jewelry box and liv grabbed it putting it on your wrist.

               “If you can’t take any of these things, at least take that… it means the most to you anyways” Liv smiled and hugged you tightly. “Any trouble, any at all and you call me, I’ll be there as soon as possible” she whispered holding you tightly to her. “Liv, I’ll be okay. I’ll text you when I get there” you smiled as you pulled away and looked at her. “I’ll keep in touch” you smiled and grabbed the note from the dresser, that Sam had given you with the bracelet; staring at it you felt tears well up in your eyes and you suddenly shoved the note in your pocket and shook your head. “If you see Sam, would you tell him… that…I love him too…” you whispered as Liv got tears in her eyes. Liv nodded and walked out to your car with you, as you shoved your stuff in the trunk, you looked back at her with sad eyes. “Well, get good grades and I better get an invitation to your graduation” you said smiling as Liv grinned and a couple of tears slid out. “I’m so sorry sweetie. Ill kick her ass for you.” She whispered as you shook your head “No Liv, she got what she wanted and I’m gone, I just hope Sam gets to keep his job.” You said looking down. You hugged one last time; you climbed in your car and started it up, driving away.

               Dean stood next to the impala, watching as you packed your bags into the car and hugged the blonde beside you before you got in and drove off. He called Sam, who quickly answered his call. “Did you find Roslyn yet?! I swear to god Dean if I see her again, I will-.” “Where’s Y/N going? She packed up all of her stuff and said goodbye to her roommate” Dean asked as Sam stopped talking. “What?” Sam asked “I don’t know, she mentioned something about going to her parents for Christmas but I didn’t think she’d leave this soon” Sam said quietly into the phone as he reached for his keys, accidently spilling the whiskey he’d been drinking. “Shit, Look Dean I’m on my way” Sam hung up and dashed for the door shaking his head a little trying to clear his vision up.

               You drove down the highway, listening to the radio softly, trying not to think about Sam any more than what you already were. You were going to miss him so much, the thought of him moving on and finding someone new to caress at night, someone who would run her fingers through his hair over and over. You sniffled and turned off the radio, you took the exit to your hometown and drove through the town slowly, looking around at how much had changed since you’d left 4 almost 5 years ago.

               You slowed to a stop in front of the Army Base and saw a tall, dark grey headed man inside the fence, he was ordering people around and held his arms behind his back. You recognized your father and frowned a bit driving to the edge of town to go home.

               Your house was a three story house, it was tan with white shutters, the snow and ice made the house seem like a fantasy house. You parked in your old spot, and sat in the car, playing with the bracelet on your left wrist. You got out once the heat had left the car, and grabbed your bags. As you walked up the front steps you noticed how icy they were; you knocked gently on the door and waited for it to open.

               The door opened after a moment to a medium height woman wearing a red shirt and black slacks. Her hair was curly and about shoulder length, which matched your hair color. Her eyes were a soft blue with a couple specs of green in them. “Y/N, you’re home early for Christmas…we weren’t expecting you until next week or the week of Christmas.” The woman said letting you in. You sighed “hi to you too mom” you mumbled walking past her. “Yes, Hello.” She said without emotion and shut the front door causing you to feel that eerie cold chill from your childhood creep down your spine. “Mom, I need to tell you something” you said sitting on the couch.

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February 01 2017

03:02

Fatlock 30 Day Challenge: Day 10

arissilverfin:

seven-lbs:

Day 10: A day of stuffing.

They hadn’t meant to overindulge, but there had been a holiday party with a rather large buffet spread. And then another party with wine and hors d’ouevres. And then Angelo had dropped by with an entire two-course supper to wish them happy holidays, and well, Angelo’s food was hot and smelled completely divine.

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I think this just killed me. Fwuh…

December 26 2016

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December 16 2016

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The One with Donna’s Favorite Pajamas

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Title: The One with Donna’s Favorite Pajamas

Summary: Christmas has become just another day for Dean, not worth celebrating. Donna, on the other hand, loves Christmas. Can she instill him with the Holiday Spirit by Christmas Day?

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count: 925

Warnings: nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: Written for the 12 Days of Christmas Challenge from @waywardlullabies. Day 2 of 12 Days of Christmas, Prompt: Patterned Pajamas + Cold Days

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athenawithaegis:

And you know that you’re the only one to say, okay.

November 28 2016

17:58

Zing

ariannnawinchester:

ellen-reincarnated1967:

Prompt:  “Does anything hurt more than being ignored like that?” “Well… Bullets.”

Reader x Dean 

Warnings: some cursing, a bit of angst, fluff, bullets, getting rid of a body, the usual

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You’d be stuck in the car for hours, staking out the latest big bad, and that would not have sucked if you and Dean had not argued just hours before.  

Before you were camped out in the backseat, knees to your chest, eyes glued to the window, watching the house from afar.  Dean, stuck to the front, jaw clenched, shoulders slumped, white-knuckling the steering wheel, without anywhere to go.  The silence was deafening.  

You could swear your heart was beating in your eardrums at how angered he had made you and it was taking all you had to not jump out of the car, walking out on him forever.  Or for as long as it would take to get over the fact that you were beyond pissed at him.  Whichever came first.

Time lapsed until the thing you were stalking slunk out of its house under the guise of the previous owner and headed down the street, hood over its head, eyes to the gravel.  You both silently exited the Chevy and began to tail the monster.  You both instinctively reached for your pocketed guns, holding them steady at your sides, as the target made a rather abrupt turn down an alleyway. 

Of course, you mumbled to yourself, could this be any more run of the mill? The big bad leads its unsuspecting trackers into an abandoned alley in the middle of the night, how could this possibly end well…

For it?

Dean didn’t once look back to you, didn’t instruct you on where to move, or to stay behind him, he pretended he was alone in this.  As did you.  You diverged to the right and took to the opposite end of the alley, thinking you’d catch the predator off guard and sandwich him in-between Dean’s steady trigger finger and your own.

The shifter caught on rather quickly however, and engaged in fisticuffs with Dean.  You struggled to get a shot off cleanly as you aimed, took in a steady breath, released it as you pulled the trigger, the shifter falling on top of Dean. Grunting, he threw the monster off of him and to his chagrin, you offered him a hand.  Hefting the bow legged jerk to his feet, he looked at you, for the first time in hours, and you exhaled,

“Does anything, Dean, anything in the world hurt more than being ignored like that?”  you anxiously awaited his answer.

He shrugged, looking down at the dead shifter, and a slow smile spread across his freckled face, “Well…bullets.”

“Ugh, just forget it, Winchester,” you stormed towards the Impala, shouting over your shoulder, “you take care of the clean up, I’m still pissed at you.”

“Looks mighty fine on you, Sweetheart,” Dean hollered back, causing you to hesitate in your steps.

“And quit lookin’ at my ass,” you flipped him off.

“Well,” Dean began to drag the shifter towards the gutter, “that’s progress, ain’t that right, you scumbag?” Dean watched as the shifter landed with a splash.

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“And, quit lookin’ at my ass.” I love this, the reader is so sassy

07:36

Holiday Giveaway

stu-die-ing:

miniIt’s the holiday season now, for many religions, and in an attempt to spread some cheer, I’m hosting a giveaway!! All rules will be below, but first, let’s talk about what you will win!!

There will be one winner, and you you receive: 

Prizes

  1.  a kanken ‘mini’ backpack in any color you want
  2.  a brand new lilly pulitzer agenda (not 2014-2015..that was the only pic)
  3.  a new set of muji gel pens
  4.  a kate spade holiday card set
  5.  a stabilo point 88 set (25 color)
  6.  iPad mini 3 in any color you want 

Rules

  • you must be following me 
  • you must reblog this photo (liking it does not count)
  • you must be okay with giving me your address (if you win) 

This is open internationally, and the giveaway ends on December 24th, and the winners will be announced the 25th! Goodluck!

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