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Gabriel

Agent Coulson

Balthazar

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NIGHT GUYS. LOVE. TOMORROW.

I'll be on normal Sam at seven my time, yes?

rebornxinxfire | Dark Nights for Dark Deeds

Letting his brother’s weight, muscle and bone, push him back, Dean grinned, spit-slick as madness glinted in his eyes. “We were, until you pulled my pants off and sucked me against the floor, bitch,” he growled, rocking his hips up against the flat of his brother’s ass. They were good like this, love edged with violence, sweet and sour like blood on their tongues and fear in their playthings’ eyes.

“You want one, Sammy? Little and soft, voice breaking under the knife?” Still naked, glistening with sweat- barely got out of the shower and Sam had him dirty again- Dean dug his fingers into the line of his brother’s spine, loving the give of the meat under inhuman strength. “Then get off me and get in the car.” A knife edge of choice, here; rushed and brutal, here on the cheap carpet, or out there, wild and free in a night-black car as the wind blew and the trunk rattled with muffled screams.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so damn…” Sam paused, his lips caught up in pressing down on his brother’s, on ravaging the skin across his torso, “Fuckable, then this wouldn’t happen,” He pushed Dean backwards so he was effectively lying on top of the older. “Make me want to fuck you right here again. But time’s a-wasting brother of mine…” With what seemed like sheer willpower he half rolled away, allowing his brother room to get up. “Better put some clothes on before I change my mind and chain you up again.”

“Oh, yeah, cause it’s my fault you want me so bad. Can’t keep your dick out of your big brother, Sammy, so sinful.” A sick pop echoed in the room as Dean arched his spine, hips rolling effortlessly against his baby brothers. Mock disappointed showed when the delicious weight of him rolled off, leaving him bare on the floor. Easy gaining his feet, he cracked his neck back into place, materialized his hunting clothes onto his body. The same as he’d always wore; leather jacket, t-shirt, jeans and boots, only difference in the uniform black of it all. He liked how it looked on him, showing off his lines and edges, driving his brother crazy. Loving the idea of the metal biting into his skin, he slid close, taunting with his body heat as he brushed muscle and flesh against Sam’s. “Promise?” He breathed into Sam’s neck, on the edge of a sharp bite, before he snapped his fingers and they were in the Impala, still half wound around each other. So much easier, being a demon. “Let’s go bag some fresh meat, little brother.”

The press of Dean’s body against his own was enough to drive Sam half crazy with need. He pressed himself against Dean against the seat, lips on his neck. “I’m rethinking my strategy,” He said, bucking his hips, “I’m thinking you get in the backseat and I fuck you raw,” Better plan than the one he’d had previously. “Or is it your turn?”

A brief snarl, teeth snagging bloody and hooked into the skin of Sam’s shoulder before a warm tongue was cleaning it away. “Make up your mind!” Even pissed off, he arched in harder, panting for it. “Raw? Ha, you can try. My meat’s sturdier than that, Sammy.” Eyes flickering with black-marbled green, he tilted his head, pretending to think. It was his turn, but who was counting. “Whoever gets naked fast fucks the other into the cushions?” he suggested, childlike and smiling as he began ripping at the fabric he had conjured moments before.

Sam knew they could both get their clothes off in milliseconds with the snap of fingers, but they were both too competitive to do that. He eased off only slightly, tearing at his own clothes. Damn jeans. The jacket and shirt were off easily enough, but the jeans...he'd always had trouble with them. Besides, maybe this time he wanted Dean to win. Wanted to feel his older brother dominate him, lay down his mark in the car that was home. Yeah, that was what he wanted tonight.

rebornxinxfire | Dark Nights for Dark Deeds

Letting his brother’s weight, muscle and bone, push him back, Dean grinned, spit-slick as madness glinted in his eyes. “We were, until you pulled my pants off and sucked me against the floor, bitch,” he growled, rocking his hips up against the flat of his brother’s ass. They were good like this, love edged with violence, sweet and sour like blood on their tongues and fear in their playthings’ eyes.

“You want one, Sammy? Little and soft, voice breaking under the knife?” Still naked, glistening with sweat- barely got out of the shower and Sam had him dirty again- Dean dug his fingers into the line of his brother’s spine, loving the give of the meat under inhuman strength. “Then get off me and get in the car.” A knife edge of choice, here; rushed and brutal, here on the cheap carpet, or out there, wild and free in a night-black car as the wind blew and the trunk rattled with muffled screams.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so damn…” Sam paused, his lips caught up in pressing down on his brother’s, on ravaging the skin across his torso, “Fuckable, then this wouldn’t happen,” He pushed Dean backwards so he was effectively lying on top of the older. “Make me want to fuck you right here again. But time’s a-wasting brother of mine…” With what seemed like sheer willpower he half rolled away, allowing his brother room to get up. “Better put some clothes on before I change my mind and chain you up again.”

“Oh, yeah, cause it’s my fault you want me so bad. Can’t keep your dick out of your big brother, Sammy, so sinful.” A sick pop echoed in the room as Dean arched his spine, hips rolling effortlessly against his baby brothers. Mock disappointed showed when the delicious weight of him rolled off, leaving him bare on the floor. Easy gaining his feet, he cracked his neck back into place, materialized his hunting clothes onto his body. The same as he’d always wore; leather jacket, t-shirt, jeans and boots, only difference in the uniform black of it all. He liked how it looked on him, showing off his lines and edges, driving his brother crazy. Loving the idea of the metal biting into his skin, he slid close, taunting with his body heat as he brushed muscle and flesh against Sam’s. “Promise?” He breathed into Sam’s neck, on the edge of a sharp bite, before he snapped his fingers and they were in the Impala, still half wound around each other. So much easier, being a demon. “Let’s go bag some fresh meat, little brother.”

The press of Dean's body against his own was enough to drive Sam half crazy with need. He pressed himself against Dean against the seat, lips on his neck. "I'm rethinking my strategy," He said, bucking his hips, "I'm thinking you get in the backseat and I fuck you raw," Better plan than the one he'd had previously. "Or is it your turn?"

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rosalarian

Periods, you no longer impress me. I am bleeding from my nethers, WHATEVER. Try something new, uterus. You make chocolate pudding instead of blood, then we’ll talk.

I don’t know why dudes think they’re so hardcore. I can look down and see BLOOD RUNNING DOWN MY LEG and be like ‘meh’. I can wake up in a pool of blood and be like ‘oh well time to do the laundry’. I can be hemorrhaging from my bits for days and not give a shit.

One time someone asked me if I had problems with blood and I was ‘nope, I’m a lady.’

I’d like to see you hardcore dudes do the same when YOU shoot blood and viscera out of your peen.

dolefiend

omg

prettybren

reblogging for the comments haha

david-tennants-little-fangirl

Oh my God, the accuracy of this comic and that comment is absolutely astounding and mortifying.

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What? What is on my dash!

rebornxinxfire | Dark Nights for Dark Deeds

Sam dug his fingers into Dean’s shoulders, his lips ragged against the other’s. “I thought we were going out tonight,” His voice was ragged his nails cut into Dean’s skin. He was sitting on top of his brother, straddling his hips, pushing his weight against the smaller. “You said we’d have some…toys,” He let the words, teasing, slip between his lips. They had been planning on sharing this one. A small blonde thing, sweet and innocent.

But Dean’s skin had a way of attracting Sam, and when he was covered in sweat like that…well, Sam had to have him.

Letting his brother’s weight, muscle and bone, push him back, Dean grinned, spit-slick as madness glinted in his eyes. “We were, until you pulled my pants off and sucked me against the floor, bitch,” he growled, rocking his hips up against the flat of his brother’s ass. They were good like this, love edged with violence, sweet and sour like blood on their tongues and fear in their playthings’ eyes.

“You want one, Sammy? Little and soft, voice breaking under the knife?” Still naked, glistening with sweat- barely got out of the shower and Sam had him dirty again- Dean dug his fingers into the line of his brother’s spine, loving the give of the meat under inhuman strength. “Then get off me and get in the car.” A knife edge of choice, here; rushed and brutal, here on the cheap carpet, or out there, wild and free in a night-black car as the wind blew and the trunk rattled with muffled screams.

"Well maybe if you weren't so damn..." Sam paused, his lips caught up in pressing down on his brother's, on ravaging the skin across his torso, "Fuckable, then this wouldn't happen," He pushed Dean backwards so he was effectively lying on top of the older. "Make me want to fuck you right here again. But time's a-wasting brother of mine..." With what seemed like sheer willpower he half rolled away, allowing his brother room to get up. "Better put some clothes on before I change my mind and chain you up again."

rebornxinxfire | Dark Nights for Dark Deeds

Sam dug his fingers into Dean's shoulders, his lips ragged against the other's. "I thought we were going out tonight," His voice was ragged his nails cut into Dean's skin. He was sitting on top of his brother, straddling his hips, pushing his weight against the smaller. "You said we'd have some...toys," He let the words, teasing, slip between his lips. They had been planning on sharing this one. A small blonde thing, sweet and innocent.

But Dean's skin had a way of attracting Sam, and when he was covered in sweat like that...well, Sam had to have him.

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if you have a crush on me, anonymously send me a 75 page poem, typed, double spaced, 12 pt font, times new roman one inch margins due monday

amaratai

Don’t Say “That’s So Gay” Campaign (Wanda Sykes) [ x ]

BUT SERIOUSLY.

HOW DOES ANYONE HAVE EYES AS BLUE AS MISHA'S?

EXPLAIN.

#OOC

sensationaldisney

lovelyladylavie

he never said ‘no’

hxrbingxr

Cobra Bubbles. SHIELD Agent. The end.

thecorruptedquietone

People who think Destiel fans don’t care about or respect Dean

watchfulangel

People that think Destiel fans hate Sam

bigbro-winchester-deactivated20

#people that think

jaclynnicolee

heavenandhellcastiel

the-trench-coat-fandom-deactiva

lol look they finally found god.

heavenandhellcastiel

THEY FINALLY FOUND GOD

[currently hiding from all the Sams and Deans]

“Lies are for the gullible,” Sam disregarded her protest, moving towards her, “And believe me, I am anything but gullible,” Reaching out he let his fingers trail down her side, coming to rest on her hip.

“Sammy…” Deanna said, trying her hardest to come off warning but everything came out husky and low as need twisted inside at his voice. The touch made her shiver and the smallest whisper escaped her and she jerked away again with a glare, “Back off.”

Sam was grinning by this point, and he moved forwards again, seeming not in the slightest bit concerned that she had moved away. He reached out again, his hand on her hip, travelling down to pull up the hem of her shirt. “You know what I think?” He asked, “I think you want me, and you’re just too proud to admit it,” He grinned, his face inches from hers, “I think you want to fuck me so hard you forget where you are,” Voice low, he gripped her hips with both hands, “Look at how horny you are,”

Deanna kept trying to move away but only to end up against a wall when he grabbed her again. His touch sent sparks through her and the smallest whine out from her. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she tried to twist out of his grip again as she looked up at him with heat and fear in her gaze now. “N-No.” She grumbled, pure need in her vice as she inhaled sharply and shifted a bit, trying to push him away.

The laugh that pulled out of Sam’s throat wasn’t a pleasant one. He pressed his body against hers, and rather than disconnecting to raise her shirt, he simply pulled. The fabric tore underneath his fingers, and he dropped the ripped cloth at their feet. Then all at once he brought his lips down on hers, his hands moving down to pull her legs up and around him, pushing her against the wall to hold up her weight. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this,”

Deanna flinched slightly at the way he laughed, not liking the way it sounded. Gasping at the feel of his body on hers, she whimpered quietly and watched him rip away her shirt with a gasp and wide eyes. Inhaling sharply at the kiss, she felt the heat take over inside her and found herself kissing him back and gripping him tight as her nails dug into his back with a small noise. His words made her pant and whine needily as she looked up at him, “Sam…” Her need and heat was there but a sense of an apology was through her tone.

"That's what I thought," Sam set her down, pausing only long enough to pull at her jeans, letting them drop. His hands slid down her bare stomach to the waistband of her underwear, fingers slipping underneath before pushing them down too. "So fun to play with," He murmured, though whether he was referring to girls or humans in general would remain unknown to anyone but him.

[currently hiding from all the Sams and Deans]

“Lies are for the gullible,” Sam disregarded her protest, moving towards her, “And believe me, I am anything but gullible,” Reaching out he let his fingers trail down her side, coming to rest on her hip.

“Sammy…” Deanna said, trying her hardest to come off warning but everything came out husky and low as need twisted inside at his voice. The touch made her shiver and the smallest whisper escaped her and she jerked away again with a glare, “Back off.”

Sam was grinning by this point, and he moved forwards again, seeming not in the slightest bit concerned that she had moved away. He reached out again, his hand on her hip, travelling down to pull up the hem of her shirt. “You know what I think?” He asked, “I think you want me, and you’re just too proud to admit it,” He grinned, his face inches from hers, “I think you want to fuck me so hard you forget where you are,” Voice low, he gripped her hips with both hands, “Look at how horny you are,”

Deanna kept trying to move away but only to end up against a wall when he grabbed her again. His touch sent sparks through her and the smallest whine out from her. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she tried to twist out of his grip again as she looked up at him with heat and fear in her gaze now. “N-No.” She grumbled, pure need in her vice as she inhaled sharply and shifted a bit, trying to push him away.

The laugh that pulled out of Sam's throat wasn't a pleasant one. He pressed his body against hers, and rather than disconnecting to raise her shirt, he simply pulled. The fabric tore underneath his fingers, and he dropped the ripped cloth at their feet. Then all at once he brought his lips down on hers, his hands moving down to pull her legs up and around him, pushing her against the wall to hold up her weight. "You can't tell me you don't want this,"

[currently hiding from all the Sams and Deans]

“Lies are for the gullible,” Sam disregarded her protest, moving towards her, “And believe me, I am anything but gullible,” Reaching out he let his fingers trail down her side, coming to rest on her hip.

“Sammy…” Deanna said, trying her hardest to come off warning but everything came out husky and low as need twisted inside at his voice. The touch made her shiver and the smallest whisper escaped her and she jerked away again with a glare, “Back off.”