I'm Sundae, wife, mom, writer, and aesthetic artist obsessed with Supernatural. Dean!girl; sometimes Sam!girl. NSFW 18+ ONLY!!! Not spoiler free. 95% Supernatural 5% Other shit I love.
With everyone forced to stay home I thought I’d dust off this old baby. With 184 one shots, multiple series, and plenty of drabble sets, this should help keep y'all busy. Enjoy my darlings and stay safe!
I'm getting kicked out of my 3rd home this year. The first time was because we couldn't pay rent. The second time my dad kicked me out cause I didn't have a job within a month of my college graduation. And now the trailer park that I grew up in, almost 40 years, wants us out. I don't know how much more I can take. I finally got a job just not in enough time to not be put out on the street.
Hey Tumblr it's been awhile. How is everyone? Not great for you either huh? Well, I've come back to my old home, this blog, and the people who are still here to ask for help. For specifics and to avoid triggering anyone check the link below.
I say all this to say we have a GoFundMe. Last time I had one I wrote one shots but I don't have a laptop or Internet access anymore unless I use public Wi-Fi. But I can do letters from characters. I know lately I've needed Dean to say it's going to be ok and I'm sure there are plenty of you who need a pick me up as well. So I'm asking for donations. Even a dollar counts and a reblog to spread this. Submit a screenshot of your donation and who you'd like a letter from/why. It can be fluffy, comfort, smutty, whatever you want. Below is who I have written for and some I've been playing with but not posted.
Hey Tumblr it's been awhile. How is everyone? Not great for you either huh? Well, I've come back to my old home, this blog, and the people who are still here to ask for help. For specifics and to avoid triggering anyone check the link below.
I say all this to say we have a GoFundMe. Last time I had one I wrote one shots but I don't have a laptop or Internet access anymore unless I use public Wi-Fi. But I can do letters from characters. I know lately I've needed Dean to say it's going to be ok and I'm sure there are plenty of you who need a pick me up as well. So I'm asking for donations. Even a dollar counts and a reblog to spread this. Submit a screenshot of your donation and who you'd like a letter from/why. It can be fluffy, comfort, smutty, whatever you want. Below is who I have written for and some I've been playing with but not posted.
After the fight with Billy, everyone in the party starts freaking out about Steve’s eyesight because he straight up can’t see. He’s squinting at everything. He’s feeling around for stuff that’s right in front of him. He’s holding stuff inches from his face to see it.
Eventually Steve catches on and is like, “Dude, I wear contacts.”
“They’re clearly not working anymore.”
“Yeah, because I’m not wearing them,” Steve says like it’s obvious. “Have you ever put in contacts with two black eyes? No? Because it sucks?”
“Don’t you have glasses you can wear?”
“I also have a broken nose,” He points out. “Having a pair of heavy-ass glasses sitting on my face will feel great, right? I’d rather see nothing.”
A week later they find out that his hearing was fucked up during the fight and are like, “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?????”
Hey Tumblr it's been awhile. How is everyone? Not great for you either huh? Well, I've come back to my old home, this blog, and the people who are still here to ask for help. For specifics and to avoid triggering anyone check the link below.
I say all this to say we have a GoFundMe. Last time I had one I wrote one shots but I don't have a laptop or Internet access anymore unless I use public Wi-Fi. But I can do letters from characters. I know lately I've needed Dean to say it's going to be ok and I'm sure there are plenty of you who need a pick me up as well. So I'm asking for donations. Even a dollar counts and a reblog to spread this. Submit a screenshot of your donation and who you'd like a letter from/why. It can be fluffy, comfort, smutty, whatever you want. Below is who I have written for and some I've been playing with but not posted.
Hey Tumblr it's been awhile. How is everyone? Not great for you either huh? Well, I've come back to my old home, this blog, and the people who are still here to ask for help. For specifics and to avoid triggering anyone check the link below.
I say all this to say we have a GoFundMe. Last time I had one I wrote one shots but I don't have a laptop or Internet access anymore unless I use public Wi-Fi. But I can do letters from characters. I know lately I've needed Dean to say it's going to be ok and I'm sure there are plenty of you who need a pick me up as well. So I'm asking for donations. Even a dollar counts and a reblog to spread this. Submit a screenshot of your donation and who you'd like a letter from/why. It can be fluffy, comfort, smutty, whatever you want. Below is who I have written for and some I've been playing with but not posted.
Hey Tumblr it's been awhile. How is everyone? Not great for you either huh? Well, I've come back to my old home, this blog, and the people who are still here to ask for help. For specifics and to avoid triggering anyone check the link below.
I say all this to say we have a GoFundMe. Last time I had one I wrote one shots but I don't have a laptop or Internet access anymore unless I use public Wi-Fi. But I can do letters from characters. I know lately I've needed Dean to say it's going to be ok and I'm sure there are plenty of you who need a pick me up as well. So I'm asking for donations. Even a dollar counts and a reblog to spread this. Submit a screenshot of your donation and who you'd like a letter from/why. It can be fluffy, comfort, smutty, whatever you want. Below is who I have written for and some I've been playing with but not posted.
Hey Tumblr it's been awhile. How is everyone? Not great for you either huh? Well, I've come back to my old home, this blog, and the people who are still here to ask for help. For specifics and to avoid triggering anyone check the link below.
I say all this to say we have a GoFundMe. Last time I had one I wrote one shots but I don't have a laptop or Internet access anymore unless I use public Wi-Fi. But I can do letters from characters. I know lately I've needed Dean to say it's going to be ok and I'm sure there are plenty of you who need a pick me up as well. So I'm asking for donations. Even a dollar counts and a reblog to spread this. Submit a screenshot of your donation and who you'd like a letter from/why. It can be fluffy, comfort, smutty, whatever you want. Below is who I have written for and some I've been playing with but not posted.
Hey Tumblr it's been awhile. How is everyone? Not great for you either huh? Well, I've come back to my old home, this blog, and the people who are still here to ask for help. For specifics and to avoid triggering anyone check the link below.
I say all this to say we have a GoFundMe. Last time I had one I wrote one shots but I don't have a laptop or Internet access anymore unless I use public Wi-Fi. But I can do letters from characters. I know lately I've needed Dean to say it's going to be ok and I'm sure there are plenty of you who need a pick me up as well. So I'm asking for donations. Even a dollar counts and a reblog to spread this. Submit a screenshot of your donation and who you'd like a letter from/why. It can be fluffy, comfort, smutty, whatever you want. Below is who I have written for and some I've been playing with but not posted.
the one where Blaise notices the Malfoy signet ring on your finger.
send draco requests.
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The air smells like a combination of Draco and yourself, but mostly Draco - notes of citrus overlaid with the scent of tea and smoky wood. His sheets are cool against the surface of your skin, a sensation which lends a sharp contrast to the warmth of his bare chest against your cheek. You can feel one of his hands tracing patterns onto the skin of your back, as he other hand fiddles absently with your fingers which you have splayed out across his chest, a lazy post-coital haze surrounding you both.
“Who knew the Draco Malfoy would be one for cuddling,” you say teasingly your fingers tugging lightly on the long slender digits which are still tangled with yours. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, your naked form flush against Draco’s in the same bed in which he had you legs hooked over his shoulder, his name a litany on your lips just mere moments ago.
“I’m not,” he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, as he manages to squeeze your fingers in his, a subtle battle for dominance among you both.
“Alright then,” you say both suddenly and with a calculated carelessness as you push your hands, fingers still tangled in his against his chest as you make a move to sit up. The covers slip easily down your skin with no clothes to act as friction. It exposes you, your nipples hardening upon contact with the cool air. You’e barely managed to get up when you feel the arm wrapped around you shift, fingers pressing more firmly into your hip to pull you back down.
“Where do you think you’re going,” Draco questions. He keeps his tone indifferent but the arm which has tightened around your body tells a different story.
“I’m sure Theo likes to cuddle,” you express matter of factly, keeping your expression innocent and it earns you an icy gaze from the blonde, cool grey boring in you. Draco observes you for almost a full minute before speaking.
“I’m sure he does not,” is what he finally says as a retort, his tone more disgruntled this time.
You open your mouth to disagree only to feel your back pressed flat into the mattress, Draco’s body now covering yours, his movements swift. You see the glint in his eyes as he lowers his head towards yours.
“Draco,” you breathe his name out. He doesn’t respond but presses his lips to yours. His hands find yours, fingers tangling together, pinning your hands above your head. You kiss him back, teeth nipping his lip lightly which earns your a low growl from the back of his throat. You can feel Draco hardening, his length pressed against your stomach. Your almost miss it with the competing sensations overtaking your body - lips, hands, skin, but your brain manages to register the feeling of Draco slipping cool metal from the signet ring on his last finger onto your index.
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“Well, well, well - look who decided to join us,” Blaise calls out too cheerily, taking in the sight of you and Draco walking into the small sitting room in what had come to be Draco’s side of the Malfoy manor.
“It is surprising that I’m joining you in the sitting room of the Malfoy manor,” comes Draco’s reply which earns a good natured chortle from Theo and an eye roll from Pansy.
“Well, you can’t blame us for thinking that you two would be,” Blaise pauses for dramatic effect, “…otherwise occupied.” His unsaid words clear.
As with the rest, you and Draco had been childhood friends. However, years of tension that neither of you had acted upon had only cumulated more recently, and with Pansy’s blessing, into this, whatever it was. You both hadn’t yet spoken about it, the touching, sleepovers, sex, and there had been no outward proclamations to the world at large that either of you was anything other than single, and yet - it was no secret among anyone who knew either of you that you were both very unavailable.
“You mean book club?” You managed to keep a straight face as you question Blaise too innocently. It earns you a smirk from Draco and an amused chuckle from Pansy, your joke clear as you stop by the table facing the floor to ceiling windows which they are sitting by.
You reach across the table for a handful of blueberries from a bowl beside Theo’s elbow when you feel Blaise grab your wrist lightly, his fingers curling around, as he holds your wrist up in triumph, brandishing it around. You place your free hand flat down on the surface of the table, stabilising yourself as you lean forward into Blaise’s pull.
“I didn’t know book club members were all given the Malfoy signet ring,” he grins wildly at the discovery. The group’s gaze flickers to Draco’s hand, noticing the lack of the ring, usually a mainstay, on his the last finger of his left hand.
“If I join book club could I get one too?” Theo quips cheekily as you feel your cheeks start to heat both at your current plight as well as with recollection of what had been a subtle act of possessive on Draco’s part earlier.
“Zabini,” Draco says, tone still even as he reaches over, his hand curling around your forearm, tugging you out of Blaise’s grip, while ignoring Theo, “if she’s wearing the Malfoy signet ring don’t you think you should think twice before manhandling her?”
“Is she yours Draco,” Pansy adds to the chaos, an equally wide smirk on her face as Blaise lets your wrist slip out from his hold with ease while throwing you a wink.
“If you thought otherwise then you lot must be more dim than I thought ,” is all Draco says as he sits down. He lets you drop onto the chair beside him before reaching over to pull the piece of furniture and you closer to his side, the drag of it on the floor audible.
It earns him a whoop from Blaise, two hands thrown up in the air from Theo as he yells “finally”, and a laugh from Pansy who blows a kiss at you.
Draco slides his arm across the back of the chair, before looking at you brows lifted slightly, but his question is clear, you’ve never spoke about this and Draco wants to know - are you okay with this?
“I am,” you say as you lean forward to press your lips briefly against his. It only causes a louder ruckus at the table.
Hey Tumblr it's been awhile. How is everyone? Not great for you either huh? Well, I've come back to my old home, this blog, and the people who are still here to ask for help. For specifics and to avoid triggering anyone check the link below.
I say all this to say we have a GoFundMe. Last time I had one I wrote one shots but I don't have a laptop or Internet access anymore unless I use public Wi-Fi. But I can do letters from characters. I know lately I've needed Dean to say it's going to be ok and I'm sure there are plenty of you who need a pick me up as well. So I'm asking for donations. Even a dollar counts and a reblog to spread this. Submit a screenshot of your donation and who you'd like a letter from/why. It can be fluffy, comfort, smutty, whatever you want. Below is who I have written for and some I've been playing with but not posted.
Warnings: NSFW, Sexually Explicit Content, Threesome, Dirty Talk, Female Receiving, Male Receiving, Squirting, Titty-Fucking, SMUT, Fluffy After Care.
Summary: Trapped in the bunker, slowly losing air and hope. The three of you confess the regrets you have. Yours just happens to be a little dirtier than they expected. And you certainly weren’t expecting either of them to feel the same.
A/N: If you’re under the age of 18, this fic is not for you. This takes place during 12.22 technically. But we’re just going to pretend that everything is okay outside of the bunker for a little while.
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“Did you ever think this is how it would end?” Sam asked his older brother Dean, as they both leaned against the thick concrete wall. After trying to chisel through the couple of feet of heavy rock, they both had given up, needing to rest for a moment or two.
You sat in front of them, looking between the two of them. They were tired and sweaty and you knew they were moments away from giving up and accepting that this was the end. To answer Sam’s question. This is not how you thought you would go. Twenty years ago, you would have said you were going to die from laughing so hard that you just stopped breathing. Everything after that was the edge of a blade, or the barrel of a gun. Sometimes the teeth of a monster, but you learned to be quick to rule that one out. Regardless, this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to be having and not right now.
“You know it’s not,” Dean replied gruffly. Defeat washed over the three of you.