⟅ ੭ fig .ᐟ 𓂃 21 , sheノher , 18+
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write for: mostly jensen characters, he’s my fav + tf 141 .ᐟ
about me: dilf lover. virgo baby. australian. simon riley’s babydoll. soldier boy’s puppygirl. alec mcdowell’s angel. music lover. binge watcher. yapper. lowercase is intentional.
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stellariaaaa asked:
fiiiig i love the flower pfp its so pretty!! i have nothing much to say im sleepy its only 7pm. how was your day 🤗
and here is a cat i found on campus after my genetics lab she did NOT gaf about me at all 💔💔 bush was more interesting
hiii vieve !!! thank u i love my pfp <3 and i’m good !! actually that’s a lie i went to bed at 6am and had to get up at 8 and so i’m a fucking wreck LMAOOO staying tf in tonight ‼️
but how was ur day ??? other than randomly bumping into miss nonchalant kitty cat ofc <3
i wish you could reply to inboxes with audio messages cause fuck i’d be even more insane on here i swear
deansbeer asked:
whenever i see purple i think of u 🫶
KARIIII MY SWEET ANGEL ILY this is like the nicest thing to hear lmao i love purple <33333
Anonymous asked:
I want jackles in a way that brings out my primal instincts. I feel like a predator fighting for its prey in the jungle when I see literally anything related to him. but yk! casual stuff!
literally same i’m so horrifically down bad for him like he could literally kick me in the head and spit on me and i’d still be jorking it to him every night i don’t CAAAREE
Anonymous asked:
wait ur the goat
me rn
if you’re an active follower of mine, i do recognize your username and/or icon. i smile when i see it in my activity. i get excited when you add funny tags to things. i get really happy when you reblog my op posts. so thank you, i appreciate you massively.
Anonymous asked:
dean winchester submissive and breedable
figthoughts answered:
YUPPP ‼️ need to get him pregnant like rn BYE LMAOOO
I just saw dean and sub/breedable and got my ass over here. what are we talking about girls? @figthoughts @bejeweledinterludes
well.
what is on my mind this fine thursday is reader being possessed / under a spell, and you’re in hand-to-hand combat with dean because hello? people you love are your greatest strength, but also your greatest weakness.
dean didn’t even try to take it easy on you, because despite what people may assume, you was able to match him very well when it came to fighting— even more so with the newfound strength you obtained with your real self being locked away somewhere.
anyways you ends up getting dean in a position like… oh, i don’t know, the first gif— legs straddling both sides of him while you’ve got his hands pinned somewhere.
and dean is now currently trying to ignore the fact of how much he likes it. he forces himself to focus on the fact that you’re trying to kill him. he has to remind himself over and over again that it’s not really you, though.
not-you tuts a little, shaking her head before her voice that wasn’t really her speaks out: “i can see why she likes you. if only you knew how much. ah, well. too bad you’ll never find out.” she cocks her gun, but hesitates. hard.
sam and rowena must have finally killed the stupid witch, because your hands, once so steady, were trembling when they dropped the gun next to his head and released his hands, still straddling him. but your eyes looked like they were yours again.
“de, i’m—” you hated how you could feel tears in your eyes and how shaky your voice sounded when you attempt to explain, but the fact that you were so close to killing the man you loved made you want to crawl into a coffin yourself. “i’m so sorry, please, you gotta—”
“no,” dean immediately responds, sitting up a little with you still on top of him and bringing a hand to your pretty face. “wasn’t you. i know.”
you nod into his palm, getting a grip on yourself again and blinking the tears away. but it takes you a second to realize what you’re feeling under your hips—
“oh, don’t tell me you liked that.”
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“don’t tell me you liked that” has me grinning and looking all stupid rn 😭 he’s soooo ugh i need to get my hands on him so bad !!!! @mahi-wayy @bejeweledinterludes i’m literally naming us the #1 sub!dean stans idec !!!!!! 🙏🏼
dean winchester gets pussy drunk btw
all prev tags (thanks fig!) plus he’s looking up at you with those green eyes, calloused hands gripping on the meat of your thighs while devouring you between your legs, staring up at you like you hung the stars yourself. and the poor man’s trying to focus on you looking down at him with your face all scrunched up, gasping out praise, egging him on while your hand his in his hair— but he can’t. his eyes flutter shut as his ministrations continue, his lips covered in the slick of you but his mouth doesn’t leave you once. because you taste so good, and you’re grinding right into his mouth, and you’re so wet and warm— so his.
at some point you have to tug him by his hair. forcing him to lift his face away because he ain't stopping when you cum - he's barely aware of it - he's too lost in your taste. there are no signs of tension lines that are almost always on his forehead. his chin is literally dripping your essence and his eyes can't really be counted open with how hooded they are. his fingers want to but they can't grasp your thighs or bedsheets because his hands are so shaky. his brain is just static of you you you, it makes him whine and paw at your thighs because he wants to do more. he wants to be good.
his face is just so soft, so beautiful… and so you let him dive back in, his tongue lapping up all the sweet juices he’s managed to pull from you. his tongue swipes over your pebbled clit, earning more gentle whimpers and groans from you that shoot right down to his core, only making his erection grow chubbier in his jeans. he whines in response, his hazy eyes barely managing to look up and meet yours. you look so wrecked, but somehow not half as wrecked as dean. your hand continues to play in his hair, still egging him on, as breathless gasps spill from your mouth. “shit, good boy. right there, dean. please!” you whine, and dean fucking groans into your cunt, the sound vibrating against your sensitive nerves. the praise nearly makes him blow his load into his boxers—but he doesn’t. he wants to have all of you. he needs to wait. he still wants to be good.
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