sully

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 📷 ⤷ sullivan ˎˊ 🪽 ゛she/her ⸝⸝.ᐟ

[wingedsully]

. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ໒꒰ྀི ⁄⁄͈ ‸ ᴗ͈ ྀི꒱७

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sᥙᥣᥣі᥎ᥲᥒ ; introduction　ᛝ　 ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა ᛝ

୨ৎ ── sһᥱ / һᥱr | ᥣgᑲ𝗍𝗊+ | ᥱᥒ𝖿⍴

ㅤㅤ─── ძᥒі : һ᥆m᥆⍴һ᥆ᑲᥱs / rᥲᥴsіs𝗍s / mᥲgᥲ / ⍴3ძ᥆; z᥆᥆⍴һіᥣᥱs / іᥒᥴᥱs𝗍; ⍴r᥆sһі⍴⍴ᥱrs / + ᥆𝗍һᥱr ᑲᥲsіᥴs

ㅤㅤ─── і ⍴᥆s𝗍 sһ᥆r𝗍 s𝗍᥆rіᥱs / ᥆ᥒᥱ-sһ᥆𝗍s (s᥆mᥱ ᥒs𝖿ᥕ, s᥆mᥱ ᥒ᥆𝗍)

ㅤㅤ─── ᥒіᥴkᥒαmᥱs : sᥙᥣᥣᥡ , sᥙᥣᥣs

ㅤㅤ─── m᥆s𝗍 ᥆𝖿 mᥡ ⍴᥆s𝗍s ᥕіᥣᥣ ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᑲᥱ ⍴r᥆᥆𝖿-rᥱᥲძ ૮(|lI˃ᆺ˂)ა

ㅤㅤ─── і һᥲ⍴⍴іᥣᥡ 𝗍ᥲkᥱ rᥱ𝗊s / ᥴ᥆ᥒs𝗍rᥙᥴ𝗍і᥎ᥱ ᥴrі𝗍іᥴіsm!

﹒◞　і'm sᥙ⍴ᥱr ᥱ᥊ᥴі𝗍ᥱძ 𝗍᥆ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍 ᥕrі𝗍іᥒg!⠀𝄞

[nvarps]

How reaching flow state while writing a fanfic feels frfr 😭🙏

[wingedsully]

ᑲᥱᥲᥙ ᥲrᥣᥱᥒ m᥆᥆ძᑲ᥆ᥲrძ

[esotericclinomaniac]

at the bar w/ ur older bf

[wingedsully]

Every Girl's Dream

𝗍ᥲgs / ᥕᥲrᥒіᥒgs: !All Characters Are 18+! pstar!Dean Winchester, afab!reader, overstimulating, slight cnc, oral (f receiving), pinv, unprotected sex, drabble, reader insert (no descriptions of reader), no mention of y/n.

ᥲᥙ𝗍һ᥆rs ᥒ᥆𝗍ᥱ: i cant stop thinking about this AU, someone come get me

You lay on a stiff bed, with Dean fucking Winchester's face between your legs and a large camera behind him.

When you got the call from your agent telling you that you'd get to work with Dean, you were thrilled. He was the only actor that still did it for you after you joined the field.

This was every girl's dream.

You were terrified that it would be awkward meeting him, but he was surprisingly calm and polite. He was such a gentleman, but when the consent meeting came, a new light shone on him.

Your managers gave you both the run down of each other's boundaries, but he couldn't help but whisper a few of his preferences in your ear.

"I want you to beg." "You let me know if you need a break or anything, sweetheart," "Don't be afraid to be touchy, baby." Best foreplay ever.

They couldn't get you on that bed soon enough.

Now you're feeling like heaven is between your legs. You feel his hands gripping your waist, glueing your ass to the bed and preventing your hips from violently bucking into his face.

You can't help it, there is no part of your body that isn't on fire. His tongue lapped at your sensitive bud, then at your entrance. You couldn't believe how good someone's tongue could feel, all the other actors you worked with never cared for it. But, here's Dean, tongue deep in you and grinding against the plush comforter covering the bed.

Your legs start to tremble when you feel his absence suddenly. You want to snap your head down to where he was, but the large camera pointed straight at you made you remember this was your job.

He slowly snaked his hands under your thighs, pulling your waist towards him. The force made you yelp in surprise, then a soft giggle.

The camera moved to the side now, making it easier to actually enjoy the man above you. He settled his knees against your thighs, then pulled them to lay over his. He pumped himself quickly before looking down at you and placing himself at your entrance. Heat pooled in your abdomen and he quickly bottomed out, making your back lift from the bed. He picks up a brutal pace, resting one hand on your stomach and the other gripping your thigh. He squeezed the plush of your thigh, grunting occasionally. Your brain is numb and your body is trembling, making it almost impossible to regain any composer you had. The camera changed positions, but you and Dean were in your own world. He'd look between the two of you and see you clamping down on him, then up to your flush face. It didn't help when he took hold of your throat, grasping just enough to make you squeak. His open hand braced beside your head as he leaned forward and mercilessly thrust his hips to yours. The sound of skin on skin was once steady, now rapid and controlled all in one. You're eyes rolled back into your head, collections of gasps and moans escape you when he releases your throat and slaps your cheek just enough to leave a mark. When you're finally able to open your eyes, you see the lens pointing right at you. You try your best to display yourself better, but Dean decides to pull you further up his lap and somehow manages to thrust deeper in you. Now your clawing up his hands that hold your hips in place and at his biceps. "Oh- Oh, shit! I'm gonna come, oh God..." He smirks down at you, laying small slaps to your cheek then gripping your waist again. "What do you say, baby?" You gasp quickly, letting the strangled air turn into a moan before you say, "Please! Please, Dean!" He grunts in return, flexing his stomach and arms, he's close too. "Go ahead, baby. Come on my cock." His words were typically bedroom phrases, but his voice, his tone, you couldn't help but eat up everything he said. And the camera did too. Barely three seconds later, he snakes his thumb between your bodies and presses on your clit hard. You tremble. A desperate moan escapes you and your legs shake around him, closing in and holding him in a trap you didn't know you were making. Your nails claw at his forearms, your core tensing until you snapped. He continued to let you ride it out until you laid flat on the bed, breathing heavily. He wasn't far behind, pulling out and spilling warm ropes of cum on your belly. He slumps over himself slightly, panting with you until the director calls for a break. The once silent scene was filled with chatter and assistants running over with towels and robes. You can't help but groan as you sit up, your eyes occasionally flicking to Dean. You wipe the substance off your stomach, curling into the robe when you see Dean, still stabilizing his breathing. You pull your legs off of his, dangling them off the bed. You're used to the cold after a take, but even stars crave aftercare. You were handed a small plastic cup of water, taking one sip before being caught off guard by Dean's hand returning to your thigh. "You okay, sweetheart?" He took a seat right next to you, resting his thigh to yours. "Yes, i'm okay. Thank you." You smile softly, subconsciously leaning closer to him. "You did outstanding. Blew my mind." He praised softly, keeping the intimate moment. You blush softly, looking over at him with a sweet smile. You wanted to continue, but the director called for a new position and you watch the crew tweak the camera and reset some pillows behind you. Dean suddenly laid a quick peck to your temple and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You rested your head on his shoulder and smiled softly. You mentally thank your manager one hundred times.

[vivicashell]

Oh my god I have literally no one to talk to abt his ass 😭😭😭

I need to get this out of my system

[valyriandreamerr]

yall don’t understand i need to climb him like a fucking tree while he calls me his whore like i need that dick biblically,i actually have never felt this way about a man like that’s my daddy

[wingedsully]

i have so many drafts and all i wanna do is post but i cant finish anything ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

[whollyshimmeringsword]

Ryland Grace and the VERY sexy look he gives when he's focused, send tweet

[iqccnt]