#m’saves

[maaagic]

thank you for all the dog pictures everyone, it has reached a point that I cannot reblog all of them 🥲 trust me I am looking appreciating all of your babies.

for everyone asking “where are pitbulls” “where are Bernese mountain dogs” “where are huskies” guys. I only have so many options trust me I LOVE those breeds with all my heart

also… here is my baby, appreciate her

[undisputed-bucky]

Dean Drabble!

NFSW MINORS DNI

Summary: Dean almost loses you on a mission and lets you know exactly how that makes him feel.

WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral(m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it my lovelies), GUN KINK(reader has a gun pointed to her head most of this fic) . IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH GUNS OR ANY TYPE OF GUN PLAY DO NOT PROCEED.

Word Count: 1.6k ish

A/N: I have to thank @bucky-daddy for the ideas and inspiration for this! It was supposed to be just a little Drabble but it turned into a full one shot!! Again thank you @bucky-daddy for letting me scream about ideas while I wrote this! I hope you guys like it! I always appreciate likes, re blogs and comments! My requests are open as well!! Send me an ask or message and I’ll be happy to discuss ideas! Also I wrote this on my phone so I can’t add a page break so PLEASE BE AWARE OF THE WARNING I'VE PUT IN THE DESCRIPTION OF THIS PIECE. ILL SAY IT AGAIN⚠️VIOLENT AND EXTREME THEMES ALONG WITH SMUT⚠️

The hunt wasn’t supposed to go wrong. You weren’t supposed to get captured. Almost every part of the plan you and Dean had gone over went wrong. So so wrong. The nest wasn’t supposed to know you were coming for them. You weren’t supposed to leave Dean’s side.

And now because of that you were tied to a chair, with a teenage werewolf desperately trying to finish the knot on your right leg. Shit shit shit, you thought. The last time you had seen Dean he was fighting off one werewolf. As you looked around the room you noticed at least five just in this room. You prayed he was safe. You knew Dean could hold his own but the amount of werewolves that could be here? That sets you on edge.

Just as the thought presents itself in your mind, you hear a crash and multiple gunshots. The werewolves all looked towards the door, the familiar growl of the Winchester brother echoing through the walls. You smirked.

“Come at me motherfuckers!” He yells as he kicks through the door. Dean raises his gun and takes out two within five seconds. You growl as you kick out with your right leg, the knot having never been finished.

“Dean!” You shout as you nod your head towards the wolf that had tied you up. He shoots with extreme precision and the silver bullet meets its target, the werewolves brain.

Dean promptly takes care of the two other werewolves in the room.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you watch Dean pant, his shoulders heaving with every breath. “Man, I really got scared there! Thanks for the help Dean, you’re a great hunter” You say, wiggling against the ropes in the chair. “Why don’t you uhh help me with these ropes, Deano?”

“What did I tell you, Y/N?” You hear Dean growl as he turns around. As you look up into his eyes, the darkness there makes your skin prickle. And not exactly in a bad way.

“You told me not to leave your side, I know Dean but I thought I had it! I didn’t kn-“

“SHUT UP” You're cut off by Dean’s yelling. You suddenly look up to see him storming towards you. His hulking figure soon looms over yours, the rage practically radiating off of him.

“You left my side after I specifically told you not too. You directly disobeyed my orders!” He starts, voice so low it was almost a growl. “You put yourself in Danger!” He yells, his hand raises and he presses the barrel of his gun into your temple. “I ALMOST LOST YOU, Y/N! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

You splutter as you look into his eyes, the emotions there a mystery to you. What wasn't a mystery was the pool of moisture collecting in your panties. You'd always been quite attracted to Dean but this ragey, scary Dean? He made you weak!

Dean's gun drifts down slightly as his expression softens slightly, “What would I do without you, Y/N?” He says, anger still virulent in his eyes.

You decide to come back to that question later, suddenly wanting to press the rage inside him more. You smirk and stick your tongue out, swirling your tongue around the silver barrel. You watch Deans pupils dilate as you draw the barrel into your mouth, sucking gently.

“You think this is a game, Y/N?” Dean growls, his mouth twisting into a sneer. He chuckles, a dark dry sound as his hand moves to his belt buckle. He dexterously undoes the buckle and moves on his jeans. “Guess what? You lost” He suddenly removes the gun from your mouth, placing it back on your temple. “You disobeyed me and for that you’re gonna be punished” He speaks as he pulls his briefs down, revealing his hard cock.

Your mouth falls open, eyes widening as you imagine wrapping your mouth around it. The wet patch in your panties grows as you look at the massive member. You always suspected he was big but this? Unprecedented.

“Brat sees something she likes huh?” He chuckles as he moves closer, his cock right in front of your face. He presses the gun harder against your temple, his other hand slapping his cock against your face. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to thrust roughly into your mouth.

You moan around his impressive length and he groans. “Such a fucking brat, not so mouthy with your trap stuffed full of cock huh?” He growls, his hips pistoning against your lips. You choke and gag as his tip smacks the back of your throat forcefully with each thrust of his hips. You Do your best to breathe through your nose as you take every inch of his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N. Sucking me so good. Knew that mouth was good for something other than being a smart ass” He growls, hips stuttering slightly. Drool and spittle falls down your chin as tears spring to your eyes. Every thrust to your throat had you walls clenching around nothing, cunt desperate for the cock currently in your mouth.

Dean's groans become more desperate and he stops, roughly pulling from your mouth with a wet plop. “No no no. M’saving my cum for your cunt. Wanted this for too long not to fill you” He says.

“Please Dean! Untie me so I can show you how much I’ve wanted it to!” You beg, wiggling against the restraints.

He chuckles as he bends down to untie your leg, smirking. You look back at your hands, expecting him to move to them next. When he doesn’t you look at him, “Dean, m-my hands babe” you say, laughing nervously. He suddenly moves behind you, roughly kicking the Chair out from beneath you. It plants you on the floor with your hands laid out above you. “D-Dean please!”

Dean just laughs as he starts to pull your pants down, groaning appreciatively. Your legs spread for him, exposing your drenched cunt. He raises his gun, dragging the tip of the barrel through your drenched folds. You gasp and arch against the touch. He pulls the gun away and chuckles, slowly lifting it to your mouth in a silent order to suck. You open your mouth to taste your own juices around the gun. You moan at the taste as Dean suddenly presses himself against your entrance.

“What a dirty little whore you are! Just begging to be fucked at gunpoint aren’t you? So wet for me and my gun huh?” He asks, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds as he places the gun back to your temple.

“Yes Sir! Please! Fuck me at gunpoint and take what you want!” You shout, hips bucking to gain more friction. You watch as his lips turn up in a smirk. He uses his other hand to roughly hold your hips down, keeping you still as he slowly sheathes himself inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry out at his length filling you. He’s so huge you can swear you feel him in your belly, stretching you out. Your voice refuses to work when he slowly drags himself out, only to slam back against that spongy spot inside of you.

As his pace increases, he growls out, “Fuck Y/N so tight! Made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Yes! Oh god yes!” You cry, the coil inside you beginning to wind and wind with every thrust to that spot he found so quickly.

Dean presses the gun into your skin, a bruising pressure as he growls, “Yes what?”

“Yes sir!” You scream, your walls beginning to flutter and squeeze around his cock. “Oh fuck!”

He groans as his pace falters, moving a hand to your clit. He rubs fast, tight circles as he leans down to your ear, “Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna soak me with my gun pointed to your head?” He whispers.

“Yes sir! Please let me cum!” You beg, legs beginning to shake. The coil was ready to burst but you wouldn’t dare cum without his permission.

“Cum! Cum for me like the desperate slut you are” He growls as he cock swells. Your vision goes white as the coil snaps, walls clamping down around Dean. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream as he finishes, the feeling of his spend bursting against your cervix extending your orgasm farther. Your hips buck and shake as he thrusts out both of your highs.

Dean pants as he slowly pulls his softening cock from your leaking hole. He grunts as he watches your mixed juices leak onto the floor, walls still spasming from the earth shattering climax you just experienced. He throws his gun to the side and tenderly unties your hands, bringing them to his mouth to kiss the tender flesh there. He wraps your arms around his neck as he pulls you against him.

“I really don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N. You’re so important to me. Not only me but Sammy.” He leans down and leaves a tender kiss against your lips. You can visibly see the love and adoration in his eyes as he speaks, “I-I love you, Y/N. I’ve known for so long but couldn’t admit it till now. I-just the thought of losing you- I couldn’t bear it. Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” His eyes full with concern as he start to look over the rest of your body.

“No y-you didnt. That was- that was amazing” You breath, tears welling in your eyes at his admission. “I love you too Dean. I think I have for a while now” You smile and kiss him again.

Dean's eyes suddenly darken again as he take your face in his hands, making sure your looking directly at him. “If you ever disobey me like that again I swear Y/N, you won’t walk for a week. And you won’t go on a hunt for a month”

He growls before crashing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

“Yes sir” You gasp out, enjoying the grin that comes to his face.

Tags: @writtingrose

[maaagic]

that boatem sure can hole

[liamhart]

PLOT THREE┊WATERS UNCLEAR.

( @thecatastrophicrpg . )

how silly of him, to wait as long as he had.

how silly, to allow a theory to sit within the confines of his brain, trapped within a burial ground of all his grief. action had been waiting for him all along, the boy from chicago and all of his loves for the mysteries of the unknown. here, lay a problem he should’ve been able to fix a long time ago. here, a result simply waiting to be found by the right person who knew what the world looked like from through the lens of microscope.

all his time spent mourning for the living. all his time gathering more blood on his hands.

and he’s never willed his legs to run faster than now, chasing his shadow as he made his way back into the center of town. he would stop for no one, not even as they yelled after him, not even when he bumped into unknowing strangers or crossed their path without a thought. no, the only thing on his mind was how the plastic bottle in his hand felt within the death tight grip of his fingers, how the unclear water rioted against its sides. it’s a race, he thinks, against every bucket of red his brother leaves, against every dying pulse and every gasped breath. there’s a clock inside his head singing in rhyme with his pulse, a drumming in his ears the beat he runs to with dirty sneakers against the pavement.

every name within the clinic is a haunting. he hears their voices asking him to hurry. and he does, oh god, he does.

funny how, he still finds a way to scream fletcher’s name when the clinic appears in sight, like a pool within a desert on the horizon. funny how, despite the way his throat scratches and aches, the sound still catches the wind, loud and clear for all to hear. he doesn’t catch the eyes that watch him, nor the way they follow him as he passes them by.

if he gets to those doors, he beats this. if he gets to those doors, he saves them. if he makes it, so will they. they have to, he thinks. they must.

and it’s with all his might that he throws himself at the clinic’s entrance doors who’d slammed themselves closed before him not long ago. his fist pounds against the barrier keeping him from his brother, and fletcher’s name bounces back to him with every breathless yell he can muster. “you — you have to open up,��� he pleads and begs. “fletcher — fletcher, open up!”

it’s a mystery in itself, how he doesn’t knock the other man down when the doors to the clinic open. liam falls through it himself, down onto his knees with a painful thud, the bottle snug against his chest as he wills his lungs to hang on just a little bit longer, to stay with him for a moment more. 

“figured it out,” he wheezes and gasps, clutching his throat as if the notion would wet it once more. “figured — i know — i know what’s wrong.”

like a trophy built on triumph, liam holds the plastic bottle in the air.

“water in — in the well is contaminated. checked  — checked it myself. jimmy and addy helped — i got to see what’s down there — something dead — animal, i think.” liam pauses, allowing himself to fall onto his side, to roll onto his back and heave in the oxygen that still refused to stay. “compared it to the other wells. compared it to — to the house jesse and me stay in. other places. it’s one — one source. s’why only some people, and not all. why some are sicker — why some died. bacteria in the water — all their symptoms match. it makes sense. told jimmy and addy to figure out how to cut the supply off — to make things safe all over again. they helped me — they helped me do it.” the boy looks to the medic, his eyes glazed with tears. it would be silly to feel relief right now and yet, it’s the very thing that washes over him. 

“patients aren’t contagious, fletcher — we can treat this. we can do this. i — please, please help my brother. please. i did as you asked. i... i did it... like you said i would...”

his eyes close, heavy with the weight of neglect. he wasn’t made for this and, perhaps he’d never been. the lack of sleep, the lack of food and water and all the running would finally catch up to him. it’s never his intention to crash out the way he does, an almost unconscious mess within the clinic entrance, yet he can’t help it. “s’all gonna be okay,” he whispers, releasing the bottle that rolls gently away from him. 

“m’saving you, jesse. m’gonna save you.”

[harrywavycurly]

Harry: M’saving the kilt for later

Us: yeah whatever...men lie

Harry: bitch you thought i was kidding

[irish-nlessing]

I feel like Niall's the kind of guy you have to be straight forward with. Like he doesn't play games. So you'd be trying to have phone sex with him and be flirty and you would just have to breakdown and be like," holy shit I'm trying to fuck you over the phone are you in or not?"

alsjfadljsdl omg absolutely

“I’m just so hot, Niall.  It’s been brutal in LA.  Had to wear nothing but one of your old tank tops over a bikini.”

“Oh yeah?  Which one?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah ‘cause there are some m’saving for like a charity auction.”

“Wait…what….?”

“What?”

“I’m trying to seduce you here, dummy.  You’re supposed to say something like ‘oh that sounds hot babe’ or ‘send me pics’ and then we face time and watch each other get off!”

“Holy fuck.”

[nottragic]

@phcnomenal​   //   ♡

HE’D BEEN ANGRIER THAN USUAL.  &  that was saying something. Apparently, attempted murder was something that he was into nowadays ----- Don’t get her wrong: seeing him so hot  &  flustered got her a little hot under the collar but... She couldn’t exactly validate the humanity of slamming someone’s head into a car  &  getting fired. That’s why she didn’t even bother knocking when she intruded his hotel room --- He should have learned to shut the door properly by now. 

‘  &  I thought I had issues.  ’    It was a short comment, throwing herself down onto the bed, ungracefully as ever, and kicking her boot-clad shoes onto the crispy hotel bed sheets.  ‘  Should I start compiling m’savings in case I have to bail you out of jail, or are you gonna pull ya’ freaking head in before you actually lose your job? Cause the way you’re going, you’re gonna be on ya’ ass with no job in less than a month.  ’  Though really, who was she to be giving advice on anger issues?

[maaagic]

18+ magnus archive statement like man I fucked your mom and her pussy was so spooky scary that I became an avatar of the sexy and now the milves won’t leave me alone

[maaagic]

EVERYBODY CHEER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

[maaagic]

Hey guys remember this for no particular reason at all

"Each character has their own version of the afterlife Ranboo's is a field of sunflowers There Ranboo spends time with his friends made from his own recollections. But as he gradually loses his memory, friends disappear into an endless thicket of flowers"

[maaagic]

I just need someone else to hear this and go insane with me istg this song is magical

[maaagic]

REGISTER TO VORE CUCKS!!

[maaagic]

You know, I might not be much of a Ranboo fan anymore, but this is genuinely cool. Ranboo and moreso his streams helped me out of my biggest depression I’ve ever had. Part of the reason I realized I wasn’t happy was that I realized I was happy watching his streams. Even as I got happier and stopped watching him so much, I still have 70k channel points (I think). I ordered his plushie and I’m excited for it to arrive. I remember going into his streams everyday and waiting for the inevitable “not my birthday, chat”. I remember that being one of the many inside jokes that I clung to everyday. I was there for all of the build up and anticipation for the UK trip and I was so SO thrilled to see the first Ranboo-Tubbo height check while literally shoe shopping. This random Minecraft streamer made me happy. So now it’s my turn: happy birthday Ranboo. I hope it’s one you remember happily for the rest of your life.

[maaagic]

Your art reminds me of candy. Like bright and colorful and ppl having fun. Like stuff I’d imagine a fantasy candy store would have. Very color very good.

AWWWWW!!!! THANK YOU!! I love using bright colors and I love sugar (literally eating cotton candy rn) so I rlly appreciate it 🤗🤗

[maaagic]

hi this is random shit. i am sending you random shit. you asked for random shit.

Thank you for the random shit, that shit sure can random

[maaagic]

@sometimes-i-dream-in-color

Helping shovel snow.