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[motelsnleatherseats]

14 year old Sammy accidentally sends Dean a dick pic ✨👀

It was no secret that Dean Winchester was the casanova of the family, biding his time through high school with flings under the bleachers and in the janitor's closet while Sam had a tendency to keep his nose in the books. He was a late bloomer, he reasoned, not really showing much interest in girls, because what was the point? They hopped towns far too often to establish any real connections, and the idea of hooking up just for the sake of hooking up seemed sleazy and uncomfortable for a boy who was desperate to plant his roots somewhere.

But that didn't stop girls from noticing Sam when his growth spurt began to hit. Now he was a little taller and the baby fat had melted off his face, exposing that Winchester jawline and cheekbones that could land them on the cover of Teen Beat had they been discovered by a mall scout instead of being trained military style in firearms. Initially he was surprised when girls started showing interest, but it still made him feel awkward and uncomfortable, only because the basis of his knowledge of the fairer sex came from watching Dean spin his pornesque ideals of romance with girls who'd fall for anything gazing into those emerald eyes. He knew that if he were to ask for advice, Dean would load him up with cheesy one liners and much too physically driven flirting techniques that he'd ultimately fumble.

Now Sam was in over his head. What initially began as chatting via text turned into flirting via text, Sam nervously trying to navigate his way through not being too literal in responses and ultimately being unsexy. When he received a rather risque picture of barely covered breasts, he nearly threw his phone across the room, beet red in the face. And then came the request for a picture back. In a panic, Sam deleted the text message thread and sat awkwardly on his bed with his back against the headboard, cheeks still hot as he stared at his phone sitting abandoned against the sheets. He took a deep breath and internally battled with what to do, considering the pros and cons of giving into the request.

This was stupid, why would anyone want to get a dick pic to begin with? Things were moving too quickly, maybe she'd laugh at him. But if he didn't send something back, then maybe she'd get offended or get her feelings hurt? He closed his eyes, the image he had just deleted flashing behind his eyelids already having an adverse effect on his newly developing teenage libido, and when his dick stirred, his face went a deeper shade of red.

What would Dean do?

That's a dumb question.

With a resigned sigh, Sam moved to pick his phone up again before he chewed his bottom lip, opening the camera function. His stomach gave a nervous flip, but it wasn't all dread, there was a bit of exhilaration there. His fingertips felt full of static as he moved to undo his pants, slipping a hand in to palm himself, not really needing much to get himself fully hard. He pulled his length from the confines and gave a stroke or two, feeling a little ridiculous with his phone in the other hand trying to frame it just right. He took a few pictures and immediately wanted to delete them, second guessing everything about the situation, but he had already gotten this far, might as well follow through.

Another nervous flip of his stomach had his cock twitching before he released it and let it sit heavy against his stomach, swallowing down a tightness in his throat before he clicked the share button, typing the first letter of her name before it sent off, awkwardly staring at the picture he took before he went back to the message thread, his blood suddenly going cold.

Shit shit shit!

What he thought was 'Darcy' ended up defaulting to 'Dean', and his very first attempt at sexting was about to be sitting in Dean's unread text messages.

He. Was. Mortified. Panic set in as he desperately tried to figure out how to unsend a message, half tempted to call Dean and tell him to just delete it, please please please don't open it, it was an honest mistake, but it was too late. Marked as read.

He practically bore a hole through the phone with how hard he was staring at the bubble, watching it disappear before popping back up. What he should have done was immediately apologize and explain that it was supposed to go to someone else, but it wouldn't have mattered. Dean would have mercilessly ridiculed him regardless of the reason, and he was fully anticipating a response of What the fuck, Sammy or something even more horrific like a comment on his size, and Jesus Christ, this was so embarrassing.

The dots disappeared again but the hammering in his chest didn't dissipate for a second until it nearly stopped once his brother's response came through.

No questions. No ridicule. Just a picture back with Dean gripping his own rock hard arousal, cocksure smirk on his lips.

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan in Logan

Yes. Absolutely. Fiery beauty and perfection.

[kinkykinard]

Okay, spreading some positivity!! And feel free to send this to other folks too 🥰 What is your goofiest BuckTommy headcanon?

tommy is for sure the absentminded type, constantly misplacing his keys, his phone, other important items, while buck has a knack for recalling the last place he'd seen them all. any time tommy can't find something, all he has to do is text buck and buck will come back at him with "junk drawer, middle third, in the basket with the elastic bands" and sure enough, he's always right ♥

[im-his-druidess]

Heyyyy Pers 🧡🖤🧡🖤

For your paranormal slashers, what about ghost hunter reader investigating the old Sinclair House ruins after the events of House of Wax and Ghost Bo & Vincent are there and naughty things happen?

This is another good take on them being paranormal creatures!

I always viewed Bo as some sort of Vampire or even a Incubus...especially considering his murderfuck dungeon 👀 and I always viewed Vincent as a Vampire or even a Gargoyle (something I discussed with @mandowifey eons ago)

So it's cool to think of them as ghosts or phantoms!

I can see this AU happening even if Reader was just a normal person. Like if she got a small house near somewhere in the town of Ambrose. Maybe a small little cottage or something that was dirt cheap and the only thing available so she jumped at the chance. Ignoring the "rumors" of the abandoned town being haunted as just superstition left over from the real life crimes that happened.

Once she moved in she's almost instantly aware of someone, or something, watching her. Doesn't matter if she's outside, in her home, or the time of day. Something is always watching. Then her things will start disappearing, mainly her undergarments, and her items will be misplaced like her hairbrush or perfume.

That couple with other odd things happening like fingerprints on her bathroom mirror, candles being lit even though she swears she extinguished them, the sensation of something touching her hair or back or even her ass, and the feeling of something sitting on her bed while she sleeps makes her second-guess everything she's ever known. Also it doesn't help that a white and black dog adamantly refuses to leave her home.

Of course that's only the beginning...

[jubshead]

Not you being my favourite aaa blog 🤭

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STOPP this is actually heartwarming, I’m happy you enjoy my crazy rambles!

Also, I loveee this emoji identification thing

[hungrydogs-if]

Ms. Maldonado

OHHHHH MS. MALDONADO WHEN I CATCH YOU WHEN I CATCH YOU OHHHOHOHOOH MS.MALDONADO WHEN I CATCH YOU 💥💥‼️💥‼️ GRAHHHHHH

⁉️ wait what's this!? it's, it's, by gods it's the vp with a steel chair! 💥‼️

[johnnycakesswitch]

the gang all just laying on each other on the floor bc all of them in some way had a bad day. they’re all cuddling each other and they end up falling asleep like that. also if tim walked in like he does in the movie he takes pictures and keeps some for him and then leaves.

Yes this is adorable! Everyone is over one day and kinda in a bad mood, maybe it was a long day, maybe there was a rumble, whatever, they all want to be in each other’s company more than anything else, so they’re just a puppy pile of bodies and long limbs, clinging to each other fast asleep once they can finally relax. Tim strolls in looking for a place to crash and at first is like smh now I can’t stay here, but he definitely does take pictures because at the end of the day, he thinks the Curtis gang are alright and admires the bond they have. Maybe he’ll use the pictures as blackmail for Dally, we can never know

[team-iceflower]

Hey want an angsty thought?

Rusted knight Ruby seeing Weiss again and just telling her "you're as beautiful as the day I lost you"

Weiss: Stop being so... so you! You were lost down here for so long! *tearing up* and it's my fault.

Rusted Knight Ruby: *cupping her cheek* You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.

[theholmwoodfoundation]

Since it's spooky season. What is everyone's opinion on Halloween?

Maddie:

Her quiet joy over cosy Autumn sweaters and moonlit walks has been slightly hampered by a professional lifetime of chaperoning secondary school Halloween Discos, but the fondness remains.

Jeremy:

Loathes Halloween with a passion (no surprises there.) Social media references to the Undead spike with a fervour, putting everyone in the Foundation on high alert, even when they know almost all instances will be a false alarm. Jeremy's job is made 10x needlessly stressful, and he has to deal with the Westenra Building Halloween Party.

Arthur:

Loves Halloween with his whole chest. Organises the Westenra Building Halloween Party every year. Jeremy can't stop him, it's employee enrichment. He hosts the costume contest himself.

Tom:

Tom hasn't remember most Halloween nights clearly since his teenage years. He's been spotted at many a celebrity party, appearing later in magazine and paparazzi coverage on Nov 1st, so he can look up exactly what he got up to. He loves searching social media for people's Sam Von Bloodgorge Halloween costumes.

Henri:

Has taken her gaggle of younger brothers Trick or Treating more times than she can count, now enjoys a quiet Halloween curled up on the sofa with some scary movies. Does dress the lab up with Halloween garlands, if she can get away with it. Has more than once considered dressing up The Hand as well.

Jonny 3:

October 31st is just another working day. Jonathan has no time for Halloween, unless he has a charity gala to attend or a talk to give. He's got more important things on his mind.

[whimsyvixen]

tu galán del sueño me inspira bastante!

¡Wow! 😳 Esto es muy impresionante. Cada imagen que incluiste coincide con su personaje. ¡Que chido!¡Muchas gracias, bonita!

[hardlypartying]

mix tapes/cellmates is such a Riara song "yeah I'm serving time till I've earned the right to go back to where we started from' 'I am a prisoner in the sunlight you are my cellmate in the darkness'

Oh woah yes. Full disclosure I’m already imagining a s5 arc for them that involves them hunting down Groff and ending up in rural Texas. Thoroughfare by Ethel Cain if you will. Barren wide open fields, twinged brown from the never ending drought, the two of them stopping at random isolated gas stations with their convertible—the broken radio fails to keep their mind off things so the silence in the car is filled only by sparingly terse conversations and the crunch of the dirt road beneath them.

This song very much fits their vibe; twangy, tender, surprisingly soft spoken, but reading between the lines of what’s said will hurt. The sun setting while Rafe smokes a cigarette with one hand on the wheel, not turning his head but glancing from the corner of his eye as he catches Kiara falling asleep.

[joffyworld]

additional goat lore drops

random piercings/piercing placements everyday (the only consistent ones are having ear piercings at all and her eyebrow piercings)

she/they transfemme

has a wide voice range (because of how the goat sounds in hook lamb and sinker compared to their ingame screams) and tends to use the deeper voice by default (usually to maintain an intimidating presence)

when she was growing up they were mostly alone in a little den but she found the hermit lifestyle enjoyable

had to speedrun literacy after becoming a cult leader due to said hermitness (actually pretty smart but is insecure about it)

the whole greatest of all time running gag and being obnoxious are symptoms of coping with huge insecurities in general but theyre in denial about it

due to being betrayed by their entire cult at once (they were killed and the temple was burnt down) she is stuck as the lambs shadow and can never return to their realm

can and will manifest physically at any time especially if she can be a nuisance

very vulgar compared to everyone else swears like a sailor at times

despite everything just wants to be loved and cared for (and eventually that gets to happen)

ADAIR LORE DROP IN MY FUCKING INBOX????

[cinamun]

hi! okay—first off? the masterful way in which you’re able to invoke such thoughtful conversations with your storytelling is everything to me. every update of TFA feels like a character study of people we’ve all encountered at some point in our lives! it’s beautiful, really.

secondly! with that being said, i wanted to pick your brains a bit about indira! i don’t know if you’ve ever talked about this before, but regarding our girl’s preference for non-exclusive relationships—how much of it would you attribute to her personality, and how much could be considered a trauma response?

considering all that she’s been through, given her own experience with an overly (wrongfully) possessive man in her life that overstepped SEVERALLLL boundaries [+ having to witness the aftermath of what elijah…rip���did to hope] i just always got the vibe that those things collectively made her very wary of wanting a man to ever feel that comfortable with having a ‘claim’ to her. which is understandable! but the idea also makes me very sad for her; since so much of her current mindset towards dating seems like more of a trauma response than anything.

like yes! as a 21 year old myself, i get the idea of wanting to be free and wanting to date around! but is indira really dating? or is she just entertaining people to avoid looking deeper at a bigger problem/fear that she has, and isn’t willing to overcome at this current point in her life? both things are valid, but i just wanted to hear your take as the storyteller because indira is SUCH an interesting character to me, and i’d love to get a deep-dive on her mindset because i relate to…well…almost all of her story 😭 and i’ve found that my own take on dating has shifted drastically due to my experiences with men in the past. where indira is avoidant but still interested in pursuing SOME form of intimacy/companionship, i’ve staunchly sworn off sex and use dating apps as a means to test the waters to ‘see if i’m even ready to date’ … and i’m not. which almost always leads to me getting overstimulated and ghosting after a day or two of light conversation, lol. so this could easily just be me projecting! but either way, i’d love to hear your thoughts!)

Good morning friend! If we aren't taking a deep dive at the human condition, what are we even doing? lol I very much enjoy picking apart our behaviors and why we do the things that we do. Why not put these pixels in Situations™ and then pick it apart in the replies and asks and sometimes DMs?

About Indira...

She is her mother's child and her wanting to date with no strings attached is part of her personality. Indira is healthy, she's happy, she's wealthy and she's beautiful. Why can't it just be that she has no desire to be anything more than what she wants? If a man sleeps around, we don't question it most times. But as soon as we saw a grown, independent, emotionally stable Dira sleep with two men while telling them exactly what their role was, we decided she was foul and something must be 'wrong'.

I find that fascinating!

Why can't it just be that Indira is having fun and living life? Why can't it just be that she is young, carefree and likes big dicks and big wallets?

Having said that, we have yet to hear from Dira how the experience with Rahul and Ryker may have shaped her as an individual (not just who she sleeps with). We saw bits and pieces about how Elliot's demise impacted her and certainly it wasn't a positive impact. Luckily, Dr. Carter, the family therapist, took turns with each of the Drake children after The Tragedy on the Pier™. She didn't have to go through it alone and worked hard in theraphy to develop healthy boundaries and work through the trauma.

Needless to say, there is so much more to come with her. We've only caught glimpses because the story has gone in a few different directions since her debut in Tomarang as a brand new young adult. I do hope you stay tuned for what is to come!

[saints-who-never-existed]

what is (or are) your favorite terror ship(s)?

(pairings not the sailing vessels, tho if you have opinions on those i’d also be happy to hear them lol)

Ooh fun! :)

Slightly niche perhaps but one of my enduring favourites is actually Gore/Little.

I just really love the idea of Golden-Boy Man-of-Action Gore discovering that he rather likes being bossed around/dominated/treated like the pretty little princess he is.

And I'm equally enamoured with the notion of sweet Nedward finding that he enjoys getting to be powerful/assertive/just a bit of a sadistic wee bastard for once. ;)

[jamiesfootball]

Curious what you’d do with ”Did it ever occur to you that maybe we don’t want to see you get hurt?”

”Did it ever occur to you that maybe we don’t want to see you get hurt?”

If it's not the first thing he hears coming off anesthesia, it's the first thing that cuts through the fog, though Roy has a sneaking suspicion his sister's been at it for a while.

Roy wakes to lingering nausea, clammy shivers that prick against his skin, and his sister glaring at him from the foot of his bed.

It's weird, seeing Sarah out of scrubs; it's even weirder seeing her with a child held up against her hip. He's still not used to it.

From her perch, his niece watches him intently. Only age two and she's fucking huge, all her soft baby features spilling out into a toddler mould. The bigger she gets, the easier it gets to be to tell what she's thinking. Right now, she may as well be hiding her distress behind a pane of glass.

She waves at him. He waves back. Her arms tighten around her mum as she buries her face in her neck.

Roy's heart thump thump thumps on the monitor.

His hand falls back to the bed. Squinting against the light, he fights against the hot dampness building behind his eyes.

His throat croaks, "Is it bad?"

Sarah sighs. "As bad as the last one? No. But you can't keep tearing your knee up, or pretty soon you won't have a knee!"

She punctuates her statement with a thunderous frown; her eyebrows, similar to his own but just a tad neater, cut across her forehead like bushy lightning bolts.

Still under some sort of drugs, he shrugs off her concern and says, "Eh. I'll buy a new one."

Sarah's eyes narrow dangerously, but Phoebe giggles into her hiding spot. It's almost cheating, that - Phoebe's at the age where she thinks everything Roy says deserves a hearty round of laughter. Already she's wriggling and giggling, simply delighted that Roy's there to string together words, even if they aren't for her.

Can't understand him; thinks he hung the moon.

It tugs at his chest, threatening to unstuck the zipper and unravel him at the seams.

He stretches his arms out. "Can I hold her?"

Sarah thaws. In record time, and in spite of his callousness, he's being gifted a bundle of Phoebe. Curling up against his side, she flings her chubby little arm across his chest and digs her baby fingers into his shirt with an impressively strong grip. She's so big. She weighs nothing. She's so little. She fills up his entire world. Just having her near soothes the thing that lives agitated inside his chest.

She is no danger of accidently knocking his leg about, tiny as she is. As far as he's concerned, she can stay where she is for as long as she likes.

Sarah slides a chair closer to his bed. Sitting down on Phoebe's other side, she strokes her daughter's hair back. Roy gets the impression that she's doing it for herself too. Showing affection doesn't come naturally to either of them. Best to start as small as they come.

They're not that close, him and Sarah, but sometimes it feels like they might be one day.

After a while, Sarah breaks the silence.

"You can't scare her like that," Sarah says, in a tone more serious than he's ever heard from his baby sister -- she doesn't even need to curse to get her point across. Oh, she can swear like the worst of them, but she's better than that. She better than the brother who only knows football and fame and broken teeth. Better than someone who only knows the best ways to break themselves down and still be useful.

She's better than Roy and she's right.

The problem is Roy.

"I'll try," he says, as close to a promise as he can make. His card's already punched; all that's left is to stave off the inevitable for as long as he can until his debt finally gets called up. Until then-

"I'll try."