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please put in the tags how many siblings you have and whether you’re a competitive person or not it’s for science

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i just wanna kiss on u :( c’mere

PUCKER TF UP !!

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this might be my favorite video ever💀

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thank you my wifey @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery ily <3

꩜ aesthetic ꩜ character ꩜ me

i feel like this is actually accurate!

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୨ৎ — TAG GAME !!

let pinterest describe you to its best abilitys and share how accurate you believe it is!! use the first picture that pops up!!

first search “aesthetic”, then “character”, and lastly “me”

i think mine is pretty accurate!!😭

no pressure tags ⋆˙⟡ @mattybsgroupie @bernardsbendystraws @mattsweethrt @mattscoquette @whore4mattandchris @whor3ing @stvrniolostan @chrisbratt333 + anyone else who would like to join in!!

— have fun ᥫ᭡

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ever since I was a little girl I’ve been a bitch

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im going absolutely insane over this edit

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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giving dean head while he drives

⋆˚࿔entry from lyn.ᐟ for you my loves i have nothing else to say except for maybe don't do this? i've never wrote anything like this before so if it sucks im sorry (i'm still learning) but i hope someone enjoys ━love, lyn.ᐟ

mature content, 18+

dean could’ve sworn he saw his life flash before his eyes. the highway stretching endlessly in front of him. his left hand grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white, his right hand is buried in your hair, fist clenched as he guides your head — just how he likes it. 

he dared you. teased, poked, even laughed and said, “you wouldn’t.”

now here you were — on your knees in the passenger seat, ass proudly in the air, mouth stretched around his cock like you were made for it. 

he’s never regretted running his mouth more. praying to chuck — wherever the hell he is — he doesn’t crash baby.

“fuck,” he groans, hips bucking off the seat. “you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

your mouth is warm, wet, goddamn perfect — and he’s struggling to keep the impala steady, eyes barely staying on the road. every time your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, his vision blurs with white hot pleasure.

he takes the risk and glances down, a groan leaving his lips.

because fuck — your lips are swollen, chin slick with spit, eyes full of unfiltered desire — it’s straight from a porno.

he’s never been harder in his life.

dean can’t help it, his right hand slips from your hair, trailing down the curve of your spine until it’s gripping a handful of your ass. he squeezes, rough and possessive just like him, eyes flicking from the road to the view in his passenger seat.

“oh, fuck,” he moans, head falling back against the seat as his eyes flicker back to the road. his grip on the steering wheel tightens. “i might have to pull over.”

he doesn’t pull over — can’t, even if he wanted to. his mind is clouded, lost in the warm, wet heaven of your mouth as you bob up and down his thick length. your tongue traces the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, a slow, teasing drag that makes his hips buck. one of your hands sips lower, fingers gently massaging his balls.

his stomach clenches as he groans, the sound low and guttural. his cock throbs against your tongue — a clear sign he’s right on the edge. but instead of pushing him over it, you slow down, easing off his hard cock with a pop.

your hand wraps around him, stroking with slow, teasing pumps. his cock twitches in your grip, aching for more. you offer him a sly little grin, eyes trained on his face for a minute. 

“quit teasin’, baby,” he mutters, despite his annoyance, desperation seeps through.

for once, you comply. your lips wrap around the flushed head of his cock, sucking gently at the tip. your tongue teases the sensitive slit, licking slowly — still playing with him.

but the game starts to bore you rather quickly.

with a soft hum, you finally give him what he wants — your mouth stretching wide as you take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. each pass pulls a low groan from his throat, his hips jerking slightly as the impala veers a little too close to the center line.

his cock throbs and swells in your mouth, a sign clear as day that he’s close — this time fast. his hand on the wheel tightens, knuckles pale as he fights to stay in control. the other, no longer gripping your ass, fists in your hair again, tugging hard.

“fuck,” he grits out, his voice strained, chest heaving rapidly. his hips start to thrust up into your mouth, matching the rhythm he’s guiding with his hand. each movement is rough, more desperate. 

“i’m gonna cum down your throat,” he moans, voice ragged. “you better take it all, sweetheart.” 

his words only spur you on, and you don’t let up — taking him deeper until his tip kisses the back of your throat, making you gag. the reaction pulls a strangled moan from him, his hips stuttering as he spills down your throat. you swallow every drop eagerly, not wanting to waste a single bit of him. 

“remind me to never to never talk shit to you again,” he mumbles breathlessly, head tipped back against the seat, eyes reluctantly dragging back to the road. his body feels like jelly — it’s a damn miracle he didn’t crash.

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could u do bimbo reader and mechanic dean. she was out shopping for herslef and him, than she comes to the garage he works at and gives me a lil show of her outfits and tells him to try his stuff on, he was looking so good reader just had to take him in the garage

hi anon, this was a fun drabble idea!! hope you like it ㅤᵕ̈

mechanic!dean x bimbo!reader 18+

the garage was loud with clinking tools when you bounced through the open bay doors, arms full of various shopping bags. bright plastic, shiny designer handles, paper stuffed with tissue. you looked like a walking shopping mall. polished heels clicked on the dirty cracked concrete. a sweet, high-pitched rhythm that didn’t match the rumble of power tools and grease stained mechanics.

“deanie” you sang out “i’m back baby!”

dean popped up from under the hood of a chevelle cursing about “fucking gaskets”. sweat lined his brow, grease smeared up his forearm. he blinked at you once, then looked down at the bags nearly spilling from your arms.

“jesus sweetheart, how many stores did you hit?” he asked trying to conceal the smile on his face.

you flounced up to him, kissing his cheek and leaving the signature glitter residue. “just a few, i was being good. only used the cash and then put the rest on your card. even got you somethin” you beamed.

then came the signature ‘haul’ of everything before dean even had the chance to wipe the dirt from his hands.

“—then at victoria’s secret they had this huge pink display and the girl at the counter said i looked so cute in this baby blue color so i got that one and the pink one deanie. look— this little top, it’s got cherries on the front. and then i went to that store you said had good jeans, but the line was to long so i just grabbed two pairs in my size and hoped for the best…”

you were tugging tissue paper and plastic hangers out of bags like a woman on a mission, holding up each piece for dean as he half-listened from under the hood of the stubborn chevy. his eyes flicked to you every so often, humming a ‘oh yea?’ or a ‘wow baby’.

that was until your hands reached to pull out the last item, a lacy little matching set, pink with tiny satin bows. one that he’d surely enjoy undressing you later on.

and oh, that made dean’s head snap up. you weren’t just all good looks.. now that you had his full attention.

“how could I forget—” you bent over rooting around with exaggerated flair, tongue peeking from the corner of your mouth in concentration.

“okay okay look deanie” you gasped, standing straight with a triumphant smile. in your hands was a folded flannel shirt. pink and black plaid, soft brushed cotton. one of those flannels you knew would cling to his arms just right, despite how many lined his closet.

“c’mon dee go try it on, pretty please” you pouted, brushing a strand of hair off your cheek. “you’ve been in that sweaty shirt all day”

he grumbled but took the bags anyway, with a little kiss on your cheek. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

he came back five minutes later, a skeptical look on his face and the black-and-pink flannel buttoned halfway up his chest.

“you seriously want me to wear this sweetheart?” he asked, tugging at the hem. “pink?”

“mmh you look so hot—” you squeaked, hands clasped under your chin “like a— a rugged, dirty, sexy lumberjack.”

dean snorted, eyes rolling back in his head. “a what now?”

you waved him off and stepped in closer, fingers curling around the collar of the flannel. “m’serious, baby. it’s hot”. eyes dipping to his lips.

he tilted his head, hands slipping down to your waist. “yea, y’like it that much baby?”

you nodded, tugging him down by the collar until his nose bumped yours.

“enough to make me forget i’ve been under a fuckin’ chevelle all day?”

your smile widened. “mhm.”

you ended up on the shop’s back couch, legs tangled over his lap, your hands still smoothing down the front of his shirt like you couldn’t believe how good he looked in it. he was half-hard under your thigh and didn’t even try to hide it. not when your soft wet kisses kept trailing lower.

“thank you for giving me your card, deanie” you whispered, batting your lashes as your lips met his jaw.

he hummed, hand resting on your thigh. “yeah? i’m happy you had fun baby but s’time to hand it over.”

you blinked up at him, all innocent. then you tugged your neckline of the shirt down and slid the card right between your tits. snug in the middle of your push-up bra.

“you want it back, come get it.” you pouted all faux-innocently.

dean stared. then groaned, rough in his chest. “you little— you’re a damn menace baby.”

he grabbed your hips and shoved you down into the couch cushions, flannel wrinkling under your palms, the card still nestled neatly where only he was allowed to touch.

and of course he’d be getting paid back for that shopping spree after all.

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“So you’re alone?”

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pussy limited edition because i’m going to fucking kill myself

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i’m literally going feral for this man & this show already

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x p!link ۶ৎ ⋆ ˖ ࣪

dean winchester goes crazy when you wear lipstick. the way you mark his skin makes him feel fucking feral.

yours. yours. yours. chants through his head like some kind of hymn the second he sees your lip marks adorning his soft flesh.

“yeah, that’s– shit, baby. keep marking me,” he huffs out, his eyes darkened and half-hooded from desire.

and so you do, kissing up his thighs and pelvis area, staining his delicate skin with your pretty colours. you kiss up his cock, leaving your evidence of ownership—marking your territory. it sets something off in dean. his dick throbs in front of you, twitching against your lips as you lay your sweet kisses on him. he’s yours. and he makes it known.

he lets his mouth fly. “shit, baby. more. need more. cover it. please. let me see you on me.”

so you kiss along his veined shaft as much as you can, your eyes flickering up to meet his droopy blown-out ones. you kiss until your lips are bare of cosmetics and until his pulsating pink cock is covered root to tip in smudged lipstick stains—his thighs and pelvis too.

dean doesn’t take his eyes off you, and you can tell how much that man loves you just from his dopey smile and gaze alone. but also from the way he spills his seed into your mouth the second you finally wrap your lips around his swollen leaking head. he can’t help it; he finishes with a loud whimper, “shit, shit, shit– baby, fuck! i’m cumming.”

overstimulated and touch-starved. that’s dean, cumming entirely too quickly when you let him know he’s yours.