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[dulcescorderitas]

the bar’s packed, bodies pressed together, heat rolling off them like a furnace, beer sloshing in plastic cups, cheers and groans bouncing off the walls. the game’s on every screen, a tidal wave of green and red jerseys, but you don’t give a shit about football. neither does sam, not really. he’s here for dean, who's already three whiskey shots deep, yelling at the tv like his life depends on it.

you’re here for sam.

he's leaning against the wall, beer in hand, his eyes flicking from the screen to you, more interested in the way your lips wrap around the rim of your drink than whatever the hell’s happening on the field. there’s something simmering in his stare, something slow-burning and wicked, and when the eagles score, the whole bar erupts, but all you hear is his voice low in your ear.

“if the eagles win,” he murmurs, his lips just brushing your skin, “i’m fucking you so hard your legs don’t work tomorrow.”

your breath hitches, the weight of his promise making your fingers tighten around your glass. but you don’t back down, tilting your head to whisper back, “if the chiefs win, you’re eating me out until i forget my own name.”

his hand flexes at his side. tension coils tight between you, and it’s unbearable, the game, the people, the noise—it all fades because suddenly it’s just him and you, and the need pooling low in your belly.

you don’t wait for the final score.

the bathroom is dimly lit, the walls vibrating with the energy outside. you barely get the door locked before sam’s on you, his hands greedy, rough, palms dragging up your thighs, over your hips, pushing you against the cool tile. his breath is hot, his mouth demanding, swallowing your gasp as he lifts you like you weigh nothing, setting you on the sink.

“fuck, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” he growls, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, fingertips branding heat into your skin.

you do. because you’ve wanted it just as bad.

your fingers tangle in his hair, dragging him down, mouths clashing, messy and desperate. his beard scrapes against your jaw as he kisses you hard, like he’s trying to consume you, like he can’t get close enough. and when his hands move lower, when he tugs at your jeans, you help him, kicking them off, the cool air a sharp contrast to the heat between your legs.

his fingers slip beneath your underwear, dragging through your slick, teasing, before he groans, “fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”

“sam,” you whimper, hips rolling into his touch.

he doesn’t make you wait. not tonight.

he frees himself with one hand, stroking once before lining up, his eyes locked on yours as he thrusts in, slow, deep, stretching you inch by inch until he’s seated fully, a broken moan spilling from your lips.

“jesus,” he breathes, forehead dropping against yours.

his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he starts to move, each thrust deliberate, driving pleasure through you like a pulse. the bar noise is distant now, muffled, drowned out by your soft cries, the wet slap of skin on skin, the sharp hiss of his breath.

he fucks you like he promised—like he’s trying to ruin you, each roll of his hips hitting that spot that has you clawing at his back, desperate for more. and when you tighten around him, close, so fucking close, he growls against your throat, “come for me, baby. come all over my cock.”

you do, gasping his name, shattering around him, and he follows with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you.

outside, the bar erupts into cheers.

sam’s still breathing heavy, forehead resting against yours as he huffs a laugh. “guess we missed who won.”

you smirk, fingers tracing his jaw. “we both won.”

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[nanihirunkits]

So you’re not going to help? No. Then why are you here? I said I’m here to see Gunyukhol.

PERFECT 10 LINERS | EP16

[padaleckigallery]

Supernatural - 2.03 Bloodlust

[perfect-angelic-love]

"Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Free will is an illusion, Dean." - Michael using John Winchester as a vessel

S05E13 - The Song remains the same

[flynndruidhaste]

"It is, but it is a good thing that I also enjoy that." He told him.

"It better. That's a lot of book reading." Samael told him.

[inthiskingdomwewillendure]

Faramir & Sam extended scene 4k

[cdlum]

brand new suits

[boykingsw]

[lilybug-02]

Explaining that this mountain of a creature is a juvenile. pt 2

Bug Fact: Cucubanos are a type of Click Beetle native to the island of Puerto Rico. They can emit light from their thorax and two top “headlights”. Pictures Below

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Volume 2 Masterpost

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[atdawn]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS The Fellowship of the Ring

[inacatastrophicmind]

[dulcescorderitas]

"on your knees."

his voice, low, edged with a quiet authority that curls down your spine and pools hot between your thighs. you don’t hesitate. the floor is cool against your bare knees, but you hardly notice. not when he’s standing over you, his fingers curling into your hair, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze.

"you know what to do," he murmurs.

and you do.

your fingers work at his belt, pulling the leather free, undoing the buttons with a practiced ease. his cock is already hard, already waiting for you, and the way he watches you—eyes dark, possessive—makes your pulse race.

"open," he commands, and you obey, tongue flicking out just in time for him to drag the head of his cock across your lips.

"that’s my good girl," he breathes, before pushing into your mouth, slow, deliberate, filling you inch by inch until your throat stretches around him.

his grip tightens in your hair, a soft groan slipping from his lips. "fuck, you take me so well."

you moan around him, hands gripping his thighs for balance as he sets the rhythm, slow at first, teasing, before his patience thins and he starts fucking your mouth properly, his cock sliding deep, pulling back just enough for you to catch a breath before he’s buried again.

"mine," he growls. "every fucking inch of you."

and you? you are nothing but eager to be claimed.

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[thelordsoftherings]

[padaleckigallery]

Supernatural - 2.02 Everybody Loves A Clown

[perfect-angelic-love]

Can you imagine the amount of reharsal it took for them to actually sync their poses?? This is insane acting! || S05E12 - Swap Meat

Also, bonus gift to show how sassy Sam looks and how shocked Dean is by is response! priceless!