#supernatural roleplay

justsomedreaming:

justsomedreaming:

If someone is pretty bored, I just created a supernatural rp server on discord. It’s for fun, so you can join there to play one existing character of the show, or just create an OC to join the bunch

Just follow this Inviteto join

Only Dean, Castiel, Sam, Charlie and Gabriel are taken so far!

We are not completely canon, there is Destiel going on and it will have mature explicit content.

Please come by and take a look

There are still lots of Characters to play!

justsomedreaming:

justsomedreaming:

If someone is pretty bored, I just created a supernatural rp server on discord. It’s for fun, so you can join there to play one existing character of the show, or just create an OC to join the bunch

Just follow this Inviteto join

Only Dean, Castiel, Sam, Charlie and Gabriel are taken so far!

We are not completely canon, there is Destiel going on and it will have mature explicit content.

Please come by and take a look

justsomedreaming:

If someone is pretty bored, I just created a supernatural rp server on discord. It’s for fun, so you can join there to play one existing character of the show, or just create an OC to join the bunch

Just follow this Inviteto join

Only Dean, Castiel, Sam, Charlie and Gabriel are taken so far!

We are not completely canon, there is Destiel going on and it will have mature explicit content.

Please come by and take a look

—-hello! Just posting part of a Fanfiction I am working on! It is weecest! Nothing special. Sam trying to figure out his emotions. I’m not quite sure what I’m doing with it, I maaaay scrap the idea.

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Sixteen year old Sam Winchester drug his feet along the beaten pathway back towards the motel; prom night that’s what it was. Not for him, it was the one night of the year where the town lit to life. Why wouldn’t they had left town before this? Why couldn’t they had dipped and followed that lead on the werewolf? Dad would happily had done that, if he had been able to kill the rugaru earlier. Dumb people and their slip up made the brothers stay their longer – forcing them into sticking at this school.

His fingers twisted the knob of the motel room, pushing the door open just as soft giggling was heard on the others side. Alright. He knew that noise; he knew the soft grunt as well – as a frown appeared upon his lips he stepped back, gently latching the door once again. Prom just meant teenagers would be sleeping around; Dean would or did bring back someone. Disgusting. ‘Why couldn’t it had been me in there?’ A dirty but innocent thought at the time occurred, he sooo badly wanted to be that moaning whimpering mess of a female. He wanted to feel Dean’s fingers brushing through his hair, tugging the locks. He wanted Dean to bruise him. Break him.

As long as it was Dean.

Just big brother Dean.

No one else.

A simple concept; the boys made a deal with one another whoever is to blush first loses AND has to do whatever the other says. Needless to say Sam isn’t doing too well for himself.

Grinning ear from ear Dean Winchester couldn’t wipe the amusement from his emerald gaze; cocking his head to the size. “Ooooh! Sammy…I think we’ve got a winner!” The hollering and celebration leaving those cocky lips only resulted in a huff from Sam.

“Shut up.”

Dean licked his lips leaning in; the grin only widening on that chiseled face of his. “What was that, Sammy?”

“Shut up.”

A sight many monsters would love to see in their lives was happening right before this demon; Sam Winchester broken and utterly ready to give anything. Anything for his brother; as Dean would do the same for him. Their relationship at this point had become highly unhealthy, a relationship that couldn’t be fixed, couldn’t be changed. Nothing but the elder and thoughts of murder swirled around in that thick skull of his. No demon could change that; none could change his desire—or his need for the elder.

Sam Winchester had killed his big brother; now sitting on his knees before a crossroads demon. Desperation radiating off of the young male like cologne; he fucked up, fucked up big time. Sliding his slender fingers into the dirt road below, he curled them in. Grabbing handfuls or the dirt road, inhaling sharply before letting out a sob that shook his shoulders. “B-Bring him back….bring him back...” He croaked out tilting his head back, hazel eyes filled with tears.

EDIT TYPE ; Scrap Writing ( from a Roleplay! )

WINCEST - NSFW - BOTTOM!SAM

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Hazel eyes locked onto Dean’s emerald gaze; Sam had to admit Dean was a damn Cheshire Cat when it came to words as well. Anything that fell off that perfect tongue of Dean’s just sent shivers through Sammy’s body. More specifically his groin. Were Winchesters just blessed with dirty talk? Dirty talk and blessed below the belt it seemed. God it felt so good to come, the young male continued to rock his hips riding out this pleasure. Thinking he’d just grind back into Dean, but that option came crashing down like an abandoned building. Brushing his white knuckles against Dean’s swollen lips Sam cocked his head to the side; a big ole grin plastering itself on his face.

“I could ride you all day, cowboy always has his favorite horse. Too bad mines already broken in,” just like his big brother; Sam had no way of stopping these remarks; it was as if they came naturally.

It almost made him chuckle; now he was the one with the references. Too bad it was a country song and Dean didn’t listen to country. Sam rather enjoyed country music; depending on the song and what mood he was in. Though he never got to play any around the impala—Dean would lose his shit if Sam played that within that confined vehicle. It would ‘poison’ her as Dean puts it.

As if to prove a point Sam pushed his hips down, easing himself down Dean’s member. His body squeezing the thick male within these slow movements; which were very unlike how Sam was earlier. Teasing, it had to be because Sam enjoyed teasing his big brother. As he was the one in charge and could go at any pace he liked. “Gonna ride you nice and slow, Dean. Like a slow happy trail ride.” He traced small circles in Dean’s stomach, working his hips down until Dean had been buried deep inside him.

“Mmm I could still walk last time, cowboy.”

Lights went off in his head thinking of how he could tease Dean; faintly he did remember Dean said something about making sure Sam couldn’t walk. Well, clearly he was walking, maybe not straight but still he was able to get around. A smirk played his lips, “I-I guess this cowboy isn’t good enough for such a role. Shame…” Sam’s hips came to a stop, though one hand removed itself from Dean’s shoulder, moving to wrap around his own aching member. “To think I thought you’d make a good cowboy. Guess I’ll just do it myself.”

// just some dirty writing for y’all //

Wonder how many times Sam has walked into the Deancave to Dean jamming out to AC/DC, and he just stands there like

“This is who’s saved the world?”

This man was his world, and made him who he was today.

And he just smiles because he’d never have it any other way.

I wonder how many times on a hunt Dean Winchester has just been heard from a room over or upstairs from Sam saying in a disgusted voice, “What the fuck?” And Sam just making a bitch face.

Would anyone care to have a Roleplay with me? I am open to the following: Avengers, Supernatural (usually I am Sam I’m fairly used to being him have been for 6+ years), Lucifer, and The Walking Dead.

I’m fairly bored as of late and just wanted something entertaining to do. And I love writing. :D

I’m advanced literate and write detailed paragraphs.

I’m fine with smut and gay pairings.

I’m fine with sexual themes

I’m fine with gore and blood

I’m fine with mostly everything