Roger please help me
Omgggggg
anonymous requested “buck + that little hop skip he does sometimes”
You are only allowed to reblog this ONCE. Any more than once and this is completely ruined.
Reblog if you’re a Supernatural fan so we can see how many of us there are out there!
PLEASE HEED WARNINGS
Summary: The Mark is demanding and the demon in Dean won’t deny it.
Word count: 6,998 - three chapters
Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x OFC
Warnings: explicit, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, object insertion (multiple), Bondage, Knife Play, Bloodplay, Biting, References to attempted suicide, references to mental illness, Marking, cum Marking, slight Pain Play, subspace, topspace, anal sex, spit and Jameson as lube, slight Daddy kink, consensual snuff, breath play
P1 | P2 | P3
*graphic by @tumbler-tidbits
Hey love this story so far, so pleeeeease if you could add me to the tag list I would be sooooo happy because I can't find a lot of bondi story
AU: Soulmate/tattoo Fandom: Bondi Rescue Words: 2,322 Part: 2/? part one Warnings: lots of dialogue. this is kinda long. also lots of laughing and shrugging, idk. Note: Oof it’s been almost a year? My bad. I literally had this done in like May and then forgot about it. Better late than never, right? I promise part three will come faster. Not anytime soon, but less than 11 months. But on the bright side, season 14 has started!
After a proper full night’s rest, I get up feeling quite rejuvenated. I look at the clock and see that it’s already 11:00. I just slept 13 hours! That jet lag’ll get ya.
I get out of bed and get ready for my first official day at Bondi …or half day I guess at this point. Taking off my pj’s, I throw on my Rip Curl swimsuit and clothes to cover up, grab my towel and head out of the hotel. It’s overcast, but the temperature is still fairly nice.
My first stop is the café I had dinner at last night. It is close to lunchtime and I figure that I probably shouldn’t surf on an empty stomach. After eating a sandwich and buying a bottle of water, I make my way down the street to a surf shop I saw on my walk yesterday – Bondi Surf Co. I walk in and look around for a couple minutes before getting to the rentals desk.
“Hello, how may I help you?” the man behind the desk asks me.
“Yeah, uh, do you know what the waves are like at Bondi today?”
“Oh crazy, mate. 8-10 feet.”
My face lights up, “No way! Can I do a 7-foot board please?”
He smiles back and pulls one from off the wall. “How long would you like it? The prices are right there.” He says as he points beside him to a board with the rental prices.
I look them over. “I’ll do the 5-10 hour rental.”
“Okay! That’ll be $40.”
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Scott Caan admitting he'd like to see Steve and Danny have a relationship
I miss how it used to be.
I miss how this fandom used to be. How we used to ACTUALLY be the SPNFAMILY. it’s not just a hashtag or a thing you scribble on your backpack. It was a real, live, tangible thing. A thing that meant you are NOT alone when you need someone. It meant that you could put out a call for help and there would be someone there to help you. It meant that no matter what you were going through, people cared. There was a family, a band of weirdos, a gaggle of fans ready to wrap the care blanket around you. I don’t think we have that anymore.
Everyone’s obsessed with becoming popular or ranting about notes or this and the other thing. People seem to care more about being right and causing drama than just being a human being. Hate is so rampant now that I cringe when I get an ask notification. When someone I don’t know messages me, I think, “oh no, what did I do wrong? I’m about to get yelled at.”
This fandom was built around a show that at the base is about Family.
It’s about Love.
It’s about not letting the world beat you down. About lifting someone else up and getting through the darkest parts of it. Together.
We’re not together anymore.
I don’t know what happened but to me, the SPNFAMILY is gone, and it saddens me greatly.
Family don’t end in blood, but apparently it ends in tumblr drama.
Love it
Castiel
Oooh! I got another one! Dean x Reader: "Ice cream and tattoos? Last time you mentioned that combo, somebody almost died!" (it's suppose to be funny idk made me laugh lol)
“Pleaseeeeee.” You pouted.
“No.” He grumbled, not looking up from his tablet.
“Come on, Dean. You loved it and you know it.”
“Ice cream and tattoos?” He looked up and you nodded with an innocent smile. “Last time you mentioned that combo, somebody almost died!”
“Well this time, I won’t let you have 5 spiked pumpkin pie flavors, or let you add your own extra ‘topping’“ You used hand quotes and shot him a glare.
He sat back in the chair, losing interest. “No.” You gave him a pout, and your best puppy dog eyes. “Ain’t gonna work, sweetheart. I grew up with him, remember.” He motioned to Sam across the table, nose in a book. “He invented that look.”
“I’ll let you choose my tattoo…” You sing songed, and his interest was peaked again.
“Anything I want?”
You nodded. “No complaints, and no covering it up. You can even blindfold me and pick where it goes.”
He mulled it over for a minute, but you knew you had him. “Done.”
“But.”
“Fuck..” He mumbled, slumping into the chair again.
“I get to chose yours.” He shot you a look. “Hey, have I ever gotten a bad tattoo?” You motioned to yourself.
“No.” He sighed. “Alright, get your damn shoes on.”
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