Prompts: 39. Get out of me and 5. In my bed, really.
Warnings smut and language
Sam and Y/n were on a case with his brother Dean, they got their own room so they could be alone. Sam opened the door with the key card and stepped aside so Y/n could walk in. Sam followed her in, shut and locked the door, as soon as possible he kissed her forcefully. He put his hands on the hem of her shirt and broke the kiss to tug her shirt off. Y/n unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled it off his shoulders dropping it to the floor. Sam put his hands behind her back and unhooked her bra and pulled it off, she removed his undershirt.
Sam unbuckled her jeans and slipped them down with her panties. Y/n did the same thing with Sam’s pants leaving him in his boxers. He pushed her down on the bed, he ran his hands all over her naked body. Y/n grabbed his hair and pulled him to her lips and kissed him passionately. While they kissed Sam slid his hand in his boxers and pulled his cock out, he positioned himself in-between her legs and slammed his cock into her. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled, moaning into his mouth.
Sam gave her no time to adjust to his size and started pounding into her pussy, “Sam yes, fuck” she moaned. His hands found her breasts massaging them while he pounded into her. Y/n ran her hands over his tight chest and abs, she moved her hands to his back. Sam felt his balls tighten up, he reached his hand between them and put his finger on her clit and rubbed circles on it. “Fuck Y/n you close, I’m almost there” Sam grunted, her orgasm ripped through her “ohhhhh Sam yes” she screamed. Sam thrust her through her orgasm, he felt his release building. “Get out of me” Y/n screamed, “don’t cum in me pull out” she screamed.
Sam pulled out and came all over her bed, “in my bed, really” she said. “Well you yell for me not to cum in you right as I’m cumming so, sorry” Sam said. “It’s okay, I forgot my birth control pills at the bunker and we don’t want any little Winchester’s running around right now” she said. “Yeah not now, you could’ve told me, I would’ve worn a condom, I had some” Sam said. “I’m sorry I didn’t have time, I just wanted you so bad” Y/n said.
So reposting. Does that intail Tumblr like the reblog button?? Orr?? Sorry I'm really new to this :/ I understand why not to but not what is actually considered that
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Been battling some painful thoughts lately, but I didn’t want it to get me down. I drew out my feelings and hopefully, if some of you feel the same, then you can understand. My handwriting may be hard to understand, so there’s a transcript below the cut <3 I also apologize for my understanding of communications…Language is hard for me to understand @_@
I really do believe in you all, and I figure “hey, if little me got to where I am over time, what’s stopping me from believing in myself as well??”
How about an AU where people can create everything they can imagine with their minds, the only downside of it is that it’s always in the same colour and only in red, blue or yellow. People are divided by colours, argue why their colour is the best and even wars have been fought about it. Insert character A + B, who manage to form a friendship despite everyone telling them they should hate each other and that they are fraterniseng with the enemy.
They don’t listen and when they create something together for the first time, they find out that they can create new colours like that.
i finally realized you and i were never meant to last
if we were, we never would have had to try this bad
but i still write you love letters on paper plates and napkins
and on paper from cigarette cartons at work when no one’s looking
i still look back on when we were sixteen and nothing mattered
when i told you i’d have your back no matter what happened
and now i’m telling you to leave and i don’t think it hurts you as much as it hurts me
now it’s all bruised and tired and ugly
but what’s never been ugly was the space you filled in me
and it’s still filled
there’s still a place in my heart that you will always inhibit
i still think you’re a magical human who just happened to make a few mistakes
(that really fucking hurt more badly than i can say)
and i know now that i never deserved what you did to me
but i always deserved you in your sun-kissed glory
and i guess i’m finally at the point where i really do wish you well
i hope you end up happy
but i am so jealous of the girl who will end up with you
because she will be so lucky
Men really find any reason to put down women. (Specifically in the black community) it could be a nice day and niggas are saying “it get warm and yall hoes don’t know how to act” or maybe it’s getting cold and niggas will say “You bitches couldn’t wait to throw on the uggs” and then have all they mark ass followers hee hawing and a ki ki king. Black women just can’t do shit
"We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way." (George S. Patton)
Moo may represent the idea, but only the cow knows. (Mason Cooley)
I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely. (Tori Amos)
You cannot teach a crab to walk straight. (Aristophanes)
A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of a sheep. (Tywin Lannister)
Every harlot was a virgin once. (William Blake)
Life is about balance, and we all have to make the effort in areas that we can to enable us to make a difference. (Orlando Bloom)
I feel like my mind is full of scorpions, my dear. (Macbeth)
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent. (Charles Mackay)
Well, only Japanese may understand it, but I'm like a goat or something that likes high places. (Tamae Watanabe)
Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea. (Mikhail Lermontov)
Do sharks complain about Monday? No. They're up early. Biting stuff, chasing shit, being scary - reminding everyone they're a fucking shark. (author unknown, if you know them, state in the comments)