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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@wisesimulacrumghoul
Sam and dean obsessed but donât get too comfortable not proship leave me alone
Billy Hargrove obsessed
My writing list (for me to remember)
-Lincoln clay (mafia 3)
-the duke (from bridgerton)
-dean Winchester
-Sam Winchester
-billy Hargrove (-Sinclair reader)
-Sam Winchester
-soldier boy
-Steve Harrington
HELP ME
Sometimes im sad and I thinkâŠwwbhsw&dwdo?
man⊠heâs too damn big to be this damn cute.
Im tempted to make a Drabble or a short story about black fem reader slightly (im lying) hurting soldier boy and making him get on his knees and beg to eat out reader even after she hit him over the face with a glass bottle or a belt for being stupid , but idk just a thought fr. (Im lazy)
Lincoln fixes your attitude in the back of his car
Lincoln had just come back from the war, and it had been a month since he returned. You had missed him a lot, his voice, his hair, his slick ass mouth, and witty behavior, but you also missed something else. When he came back, you swore the army did him more good than harm, no offense to his hard work or the things he had seen or unfortunately experienced, but everything about him was different. Especially his body⊠he got wider and taller since you last saw him, and that was four and a half years ago?
His legs looked longer and thicker, full of muscle; the same with his arms, his abdomen, and his face. He looked so damn rugged and just masculine. It made you feel things. It was hard getting back into some sort of routine. This man would wake up at the crack of dawn in the backyard, doing heavy cardio, taking a run around the block at least 20 times, or lifting some weights he had before he left. But you also spent time together; he missed you just as much as you missed him. Nights now included home-cooked meals, going out to see a movie, or curling up on the couch with a book while he watched TV or bothered you. There was one thing he wasnât trying to do,he didnât touch you in a whole month of being back home. Why?
After days passed, hell weeks now, going on two months, he still hadnât tried anything, little kisses here and there in the morning, little back hugs or waist grabbing, but nothing that led to moving into the bedroomâŠor the couch, or the kitchen, hell, even the floor wouldâve done it. He had started a job, so he wasnât here from morning until noon. Today was date night, which we had every Friday. You both walked around the house like busy bees getting dressed, actually more me than him. This man could wear a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt and still look good, which is exactly what he wore.
He said you were going to some fancy restaurant in the next city over, which sounded nice, but you wanted something else, not that you could tell him. You slipped on a black dress and a pair of low heels, pinned your hair into an updo you saw in a magazine, which came out rather nicely, and topped it off with some red lipstick. You looked in the mirror, seeing him standing against the door frame. As he leaned against it, he whistled, his deep footsteps coming in close from behind. He then wrapped his arms around you, âDonât you look good enough to eat?â his broad, thick accent seeping through you, making you smile. You loved his voice. âThank you, love.â You turned to kiss his cheek, and he smiled, âYou ready?â You nodded, and you both were out the door.
He opened the car door for you to his black mustang, and you got in, he had this car for a long time, but due to his leave for the war, his brother took it to keep it checked up, since you knew nothing about cars. You looked out the window as he drove. You felt his hand gently rest on your thigh. You looked over at him and eyed him. Gosh, he looked so sexy, his thick facial structure, his biceps that clenched every few seconds, and his thighs⊠you've never been attracted to a manâs thighs- " You okay, sweetheart?â He spoke up, and it was like you were taken out of a trance, you simply nodded, âyeah, sorry, just thinkin'..â
He gave you a sidelong look, which you ignored. You bit your lip gently; hell, you couldnât hold it back anymore. âWhy havenât you touched me?â you blurted, you immediately felt his hand squeeze your thigh a little as there was pure silence for a few seconds until he spoke âtouch you?.. Iâm touching you right nowâ he squeezed your thigh again your eyes rolled ânot like that- you know what I meanâ your voice sounded flustered at this point he went silent again, you looked over at him waiting for an answer. You scoff, moving his hand now, staring ahead. You, of course, felt him look at you from the side of your eyes, but he didnât say anything; you just heard a sigh.
You both drove in silence until he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. It looked nice, but you didnât even feel like eating, not at this point. He stopped and stared ahead before he looked over. He could see the irritation on your face, and you weren't trying to hide it either. He spoke up. âYou gonna have an attitude all night?â His thick voice spoke up. You stayed silent before you looked over at him. âI donât have an attitude.â Your tone of voice clearly said otherwise. He scoffed. âI hear it in your tone⊠you know I dislike it when you talk like thatâŠâ
You eyed him as you let out a bitter scoff under your breath. âHm, right okay, Lincoln.â You didnât even know WHY you were giving him attitude in the first place. âYouâve been here for basically a month, and you act like you arenât even attracted to me anymore,â you said, almost quietly but not quiet enough. His brows furrowed as he looked at him. His face softened slightly; he eyed you. âYou want me to touch you, huh?â There was a change in his tone, and a shift in the air.
He started up the car. âGet in the back,â he said, his voice sounding commanding, not in an asking tone either. His face looked hard as stone. You didn't even want to question him, so you got your ass right in the back. He put the car in drive and drove around the parking lot, but towards the back, where there were basically no cars, he pulled into an empty parking spot and turned off the car. He sat silently before he reached up, grabbed the rearview mirror, and pointed it towards the back at you, which left you confused. âYour little attitude problemâŠI donât like that, you know that, right?â He said, and you looked at him; your mouth gaped open to say something, but the next thing you knew, he was climbing into the back with you.
You gasped out of surprise as he grabbed your feet. He slipped off your heels, tossing them to the front seat. âYou said I wouldnât touch you, hm?â He leaned forward, causing your breath to hitch. You could smell the liquor and cigarettes on his breath mixed with his musky cologne, which seemed to be your favorite thing in the world. âItâs true,â you replied back, eying him, and he eyed you back, his eyes flickering to your lips and then back at your eyes. He only hummed in response.
He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck, causing your chest to rise and then drop within seconds. âYou think I didnât want to touch you?â He placed another kiss, going lower and lower until he reached your collarbone. He began to suck on that same spot as you bit my lip before letting a groan slip out. You could feel him smirk against your chest. He looked up at you. âDo you know Iâve fantasized about fucking youâŠfor four years straight, going insane over ya?â
His voice was husky; you felt him press up against your thigh. He was hard, hard as a damn rock. He grabbed your lower face, pulling you into a deep kiss. It wasnât gentle, no, no, it was rough, wanting, obsessive, and you liked it. The kiss was sloppy and uneven; it was like you both wanted to fuse into each other. He grabbed the hem of your dress, lifting it to your waist. His hand went down between your legs. You let out a moan. You were already aroused before he even fully touched you.
He pulled away from the kiss as he looked down at you. He smirked, âAll this from just me kissing you? You missed me that much, huh, baby?â His big, thick fingers rubbed over your clothed pussy, you let out a low moan. Gosh, you forgot how thick his fingers were. He took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder, and then the other. The car wasnât big, but it wasnât too small either, but the back was too small for him. He scooted back slightly as he lifted the lower half of your body towards his face, bending your body slightly. He wasted no time using his tongue to lick over your panties, causing your hips to buck into his mouth.
He took two fingers, sliding your panties to the side, and slid his tongue in between your folds, causing you to gasp and let out a moan. His tongue constantly slid up and down your folds; you whined as your hand flew to grip his hair, bringing him close. He grunted, feeling himself harden even more, if that was even possible, eating you like a man starved. His fingers gripped your thighs harder, leaving marks as he pulled you closer. His lips latched onto your clit. You hissed, feeling your legs shudder and shake. You gasp, your eyes closing as his tongue licked and his lips sucked on your clit. âLincoln, I-â you breathed out. Your legs began to stutter, and your hips began to buck into his face more. He moved back slightly, his face covered in your slick.
He brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing circles, and not at all soft; he remembered your body; he knew you were close. âCum for me, baby,â he mumbled. Your thighs attempted to squeeze around his wide torso, but they couldn't. Next thing you knew, you came all over his fingers, causing you to let out a gasp, almost close to a cry if anyone else heard it.
âYou did so good, baby.â he leaned forward, pulling you closer under him, your body feeling like it's floating on clouds, your updo now a lean do, unraveled and ruined, yet you still looked beautiful. He brought his lips to yours in a deep kiss, he murmured against your lips.
âI'm not finished with you yet⊠let's get you homeâ
(this had been drafted for like 6 months i low-key hate it but posting it anyway so I can get back to writing đ HALF proofread if I spelled his name wrong NO I DIDNT)
Manifesting him idc
Me checking peopleâs accounts who like my posts because Iâm nosy and I run across something I donât like and didnât want to see
(I shouldâve been more discriminating in my mid teens fr)
Me trying to defend dean after he said he turns his underwear inside out instead of washing them.
AND from the fact that Sam and dean are broke as shit
Im done hiding it I dead ass didnât care for castiel I liked his character for jack that was cute but I didnât care if that man lived or died was just there for Sam and dean then jack came alone wellâŠI cared for jack too
I laughed when jack turned Mary into literal dust it didnât make any sense to bring that lady back, wouldâve did better bringing back their father tbh and I donât even like him. She was just so annoying and whiny your sons didnât get to know you as a mother how can they see you as a person? Your son went through hell (literally) because you sacrificed your second born to yellow eyes THEN got yourself killed trying to stop the process (which shouldnât have been done anyway) just all types of fucked up I donât care if you think about it all of it is her damn fault đ
Sheesh, I saw someone send me the very same photo in my inbox first thing I woke up. Of course plenty of people are assuming he hit his head in a doorway or something. Yeah and for the morons suggesting allergies, ummm this is where you'd see swelling of the eyes or nose or something else and everything involved would be pink or red (inflamed looking). I want to think this is just from boxing or some other accident as others are saying but I'm not sure. Couldn't tell you. It has been quite the year for him that's for sure...
Yeah and ummmmm the comments here show we're not the only ones concerned. Guy looks a little rough right now. Of course, certain stans are gaslighting and pretending he looks absolutely amazing. I'm not saying he looks bad always because I don't think that's the case buuuuuuuut bro needs a haircut or a very deep conditioning treatment (or several) and a hairbrush.
Im a Jared GLAZER lmao but hopefully he was just having one of those days where he didnât feel like dealing with his hair, im the same way with my curls sometimes just looks like heâs having a rough hair day because other than that the guys hair always looks fineđ
Most of the spn ships make no fucking sense, people are just weird,freaked out, and fantasise/have fetishes about straight dudes being gay then cry the show was queerbaiting them lmao.
Itâs even worse if they have a girlfriend,wife, or family with them itâs even fucking worse. Itâs giving anti women, because the ships are so one sided, then thereâs a ship with women it gets shit on so much Iâve seen it.
wonât lie..itâs just weird itâs hard to explain. I mean does anyone even know the guy benny in real life is MARRIED to garth? Didnât even know the guy was gay but congrats to them.
Stranger things fandom got this BAD lmao just constant crying over some shit that ainât real.
Wayward son is pure PTSD fuel for me (itâs in my playlist)
The concept of being a black girl in the midwest core
What the FUCK
I see why when dudes see a guy with a built body immediately assumes âsteroids yea definitelyâ the fuck Jaredđ
How The block button looks at me tempting me to block accounts I donât like because I can do it and it really doesnât fucking matter and whos gonna pop me?
The world is finally healing
& glad that I picked the non problematic brother even when it was fashionable to whitewash so much of his misogyny and other issues. Also, like many comments said the fandom trying to label him as gay was just trying to explain away this behavior.
I mean to be fair he was a demon at that point with the mark of cain he wasnât the most ârespectableâ
