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lovelikerain611:

Soooo you should send me prompts. (not poetry prompts, drabble prompts, unless you really just want poetry? idk)

Rules:

Supernatural or Harry Potter

Any ship. Or no ships, if you’d rather. but any ship is a-okay.

Kinky or not, I don’t care. I’ll write kink, or I’ll write something clean…

lovelikerain611:

Soooo you should send me prompts. (not poetry prompts, drabble prompts, unless you really just want poetry? idk)

Rules:

Supernatural or Harry Potter

Any ship. Or no ships, if you’d rather. but any ship is a-okay.

Kinky or not, I don’t care. I’ll write kink, or I’ll write something clean…

OMG! YOU ARE A GEM! Will you write me some Deanpala with Dean taking care of Baby and giving her a bath? Can be fluffy or sexy or sexy and fluffy - whatever you are in the mood for. (And pretend like that Sam/Baby prompt isn't still in my ask, okay? Ok.)

Warm. The water is warm, which is different, but it’s nice.

She has memories of being a car, but not concrete ones—it’s hard to describe—but she remembers Dean’s hands, and cool soapy water, and hours he spent with her, going over every inch of her, every—

His hands are the same. Bigger now, though that’s probably more due to her and not him. (Unless humans have abilities Baby doesn’t know about, which wouldn’t be altogether unsurprising.)

“You’re going to have to do this yourself someday, you know.” His voice is gruff but amused. The water splashes.

Baby leans back in the bath, watching the bubbles around her—knees. She’s still learning this new body, all its parts. She knows hands, she knows Dean’s hands, and feet, Dean’s feet, knows the intimate curve of him, cradled in her seats, but her—she’s still learning this version of herself.

“I don’t mind.” It’s almost a whisper and Baby shivers, brushing her fingers across the bubbles. Dean dips a washcloth in the water, lathers it up. He smooths the cloth across her back and Baby arches against his touch. Her eyes slide closed. She has missed this.

“Dean…” she whispers and she feels his answering smile, rather than sees it. It makes her whole, complete. Warm.

want one?

i have two poems due on Thursday and am fresh out of inspiration

Soooo you should send me prompts. (not poetry prompts, drabble prompts, unless you really just want poetry? idk)

Rules:

Supernatural or Harry Potter

Any ship. Or no ships, if you’d rather. but any ship is a-okay.

Kinky or not, I don’t care. I’ll write kink, or I’ll write something clean enough for public television. But specify what you want. I’m awesome, not a mind-reader.

You should give me a ship or character name and tell me what you want. (ex: destiel sunday morning breakfast would be fine. Also, wincest angst would be fine too. Just give me something to work with. Go as specific or vague as you like.)

annnnnd go.

27spanx I can’t even do kink prompts now because I’m so upset

27spanx:

For lovelikerain611

She lives in the past. She wraps herself up in the memories of the few happy days they had. Even now, they linger, still fresh in her mind. Afternoons of solitude, lazy teenage days, giggling and teasing, and those stupid heart shaped glasses, tacky and cheap but still…

i followed you purely on the fact that you wrote an AMAZING crowley smut / fanfic
Anonymous

thank you? I think. That was the first piece of smut I ever wrote and I’m not even that much of a Crowley person but thanks?

Not Unless Sam Says

dirtysupernaturalimagines:

Original Imagine: http://dirtysupernaturalimagines.tumblr.com/post/87338335982/source
Author: spectaculacular-sammy
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: approx 2,667 (sorry, well, not really)
Warnings: smut, orgasm denial, masturbation, swearing  I think that’s it. Enjoy! 
(this is the first thing I’ve ever submitted.  Be gentle please.)
"How many times have I told you? When we’re on a hunt you do exactly as I say?" Sam yells.
"I know," your shoulders slump and you plop down on the couch. "I’m sorry, Sam, I wasn’t thinking." 
"You’re damn right you weren’t thinking! Jesus, _______, you could have been killed!  If Dean wouldn’t have come when he did, it would have…", Sam’s voice trails off.  He’s never this gruff with you.  Ever.  It’s just that this time was close…too close and it scared him. He doesn’t even have to say what would have happened if Dean wouldn’t have been there.  You know exactly what would have happened. Sam sits next to you and pulls you into his lap, holding you tightly.  "It could have been so bad" he whispers.

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