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Can't Let Go | Dean Winchester x gn!reader
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↳ ❝ Dean Winchester with "Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll still be here" please ❞
: ̗̀➛ Dean loves you, but he can't let you go even though he knows he'll hurt you.
: ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of violence
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You were fucking exhausted as you opened the motel room door, throwing your bag down with a huff and kicking your shoes off before wriggling out of your ripped and dirty jeans and slinking underneath the thin duvet.
A sharp sigh coming from the back of your throat as you closed your eyes and wished the world would fall silent for once. 
You were wide awake when you heard Dean get out of the shower, and although you were too tired to stand upright, you managed to wave your hand lazily to show him that you were still awake.
You just wanted to sleep, after dealing with a werewolf that did not want to get caught, you felt like you had fallen flat on your face and couldn’t get up.
Dean didn’t even question it, he knew better than anyone in the world what that feeling was like, and he didn’t bother to get dressed as he got into the bed behind you, waiting for you to turn onto your side before he pulled you as close as he possibly could.
His arms settled limply on you, one underneath your body and one over your hip as he yawned softly and pressed his face to the back of your neck; he was glad that you had kept up your end of the bargain, at least.
The deal was to meet him at his motel room the second that you were finished with your hunt in exchange for him letting you borrow his shirt for the day after yours had been ripped and torn.
You wriggled around a little, pressing your ass against his groin as you sighed and drifted one hand to meet his, the other resting under your head as you finally closed your eyes; you were hardly concentrating on anything else except the feeling of his arms around you.
It seemed like you had not felt that for years, even though the last time you saw Dean was only two weeks ago; but as hunters, you were rarely afforded that kind of time together. 
You sighed again as you rolled onto your other side, your forehead smacking into his for a moment and making you both quietly laugh before he grumbled and fidgeted to get closer to you; it was physically impossible, but you both still tried desperately.
Seeking warmth and comfort as much as you could, especially given how cold it was inside and how the motel had no heating whatsoever.
“I never wanna deal with a werewolf again,” you muttered, halfway into a yawn.
Dean almost laughed as he buried his head against you, his hair tickling your chin. “I feel ya - that shapeshifter Sammy and I took down… eugh.”
You wanted to laugh, although your body would only allow you to produce a yawn as you raised your leg and dropped it over his hip. “‘M exhausted, can’t lie.”
He nodded, licking his lips as he hummed ever so softly. “I can tell - you haven’t even kissed me yet.”
“Maybe later,” you whispered, letting your hand drift to his hair and gently rake through it. “You smell good…”
“Motel soap,” he chuckled. “Best in the world at getting out goo.”
You smiled, shaking your head fondly as you fought against the urge to close your eyes. Dean could tell more than easily as he moved his hand, letting it flop down just above your hip. “Are you not cold?”
“Not really,” he mumbled. “But just close your eyes and go to sleep, I’ll still be here.”
“Would you-” a sharp and harsh yawn made its way through you, forcing your eyes to water and your mouth to ache slightly. “Would you mind singing to me? I know you don’t like it but… could you?”
Dean slowly nodded as his eyes drifted shut. “Home is a friendly space, home is a familiar face inside the door, all curled up on the bedroom floor. Home is where I find the bed, some place to lead my head to morning comes, singing here comes the sun. Does it matter where I go or what I do? I can’t lie, you know it’s true, it ain’t home without you. Some people spend their days, lost in a heartless haze out in the cold if I may be so bold, that life is not for me ‘cause every day I see a better way and I can surely say…”
As he trailed off, he pulled away slightly to look at you, and he smiled; you were sound asleep, your head tilted slightly and your eyes tightly shut. Your breathing was steady and even, and your body was limp to the touch.
He was glad, as he knew how little sleep you got - usually around the same that he did - and that you deserved it a lot more than he did; all the times he had fucked you around, cancelled plans and gone out hunting when he really shouldn’t have - he hardly deserved you. 
He had been loyal, of course he was, Dean was always so loyal to those he loved; but he knew that he was far from good enough to be with you. You were everything; you were smart and kind and brave and loyal, and he was just loyal.
Even though you tried to convince him a thousand times over that he was all of those things and more. You never got through to him.
Dean knew that you were too good for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to let you go; you loved him so much, he knew that, just as he knew that you would always be loyal to him.
He couldn’t let you go, even though he knew that he would only hurt you in the end; he knew he would hurt you, but he wouldn’t - couldn’t - allow you to let go. 
So he snuggled down, pressing his lips to your throat as he closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh, hoping to get some sleep before the morning when you left. 
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mrs-padalecki2341 · 13 hours
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Hey um. This is my first time doing an ask but can u maybe please write an enemy to lovers
Sam and reader (reader is assumed to be vamp or wolf or something else but is innocent and 100% human)
Misunderstanding
(Sam x Reader)
I tried my best to fit the prompt, so I hope I did okay and that you like it! Enjoy!
Warnings/Promises: Gunshot wound, canon level violence, smut, screaming kink, unprotected sex/ creampie (wrap it before you tap it), slight praise, kind of like an enemies to lovers thing, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed something.
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You were on a case, hunting what seemed to be a werewolf. After three days and no luck, you decided to take a break and hit the local bar. Now, you were on your way back to the motel, when someone screamed help from an allyway.
You turned the corner to see the werewolf running off and a man lying dead on the ground.
You walked over and crouched beside him to check for a heart, and sure enough, it was missing.
You sighed and wiped the blood that got on you on your pants. You were about to go call the cops about the body when someone called out behind you.
"Hey!"
You turned and saw two guys at the other end of the ally right as one of them shot a silver bullet into your shoulder, just missing your chest and heart.
You stumbled and collapsed against the wall, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and reaching for your gun with the other.
"What the fuck?!? Who the fuck are you!?!?" You called out to the guys.
"Shit. She's not a wolf..." The taller one said as they both ran up to you.
"Wolf? As in "Werewolf"?" You asked, still leaning against the wall, a slight strain to your voice from the pain.
How did they know about werewolves?
"Yeah. We're looking for a werewolf..." The shorter one says.
"Wait, so you're hunters?" You asked, confused.
"Yeah, I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. So, are you a hunter too then?" The tall one replied.
"Y-yeah... Did you say Winchester? As in *the* Winchesters?" Your eyes went big.
"Uh, heh, yeah. That's us." Sam chuckled as you stumbled a bit. "Oh, yeah, sorry about shooting you... Here, let me see..." He moved your hand away from the wound and examined it. "Whew, yeah, you're gonna need stitches for that. We can take you back to our bunker and fix you up there if you want."
He reached his hand out to help you stand up from on the wall.
"Thank you." You murmured, accepting his hand. "I'm Y/n, by the way. Y/n Y/l/n."
They helped you back to their 67' Chevy Impala and drove you to the bunker.
Once you got there and they stitched and patched you up, you leaned back in your chair. You glanced at the room around you, which was a library with shelves filled with countless books on legends and lore.
"Y'all have a nice place." You sighed and relaxed your body.
"Thanks." Sam smiled and sat down beside you, turning on the little lamp in the center of the table.
Dean came walking into the room with three beers in hand.
"Want one?" He asked and looked at you. When you gave him a nod he tossed it to you, then tossed another to Sam, before sitting down across from you and opening his own.
You cracked open the bottle and took a nice sip, then sat it back down, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you admired the men before you.
The three of you had sat there and talked for a while and drank a few beers, when Dean stretched.
"I think I'm gonna call it a night. See y'all later." Dean said though a yawn as he gathered all the empty beer bottles the three of you had accumulated.
"Kay, g'night Dean." Sam called to his brother.
"Night, Sammy." Dean called back as he walked off to go to his room for the night.
Once Dean was out of earshot, Sam turned to you, a slight smile forming across his face.
"Y'know, I've been thinking, this whole time while we've been sitting here, about how pretty you are." He said, his smile growing.
"Really?" Your face flushed.
"Yeah. And I do kind of have some making up with you to do after I shot you and all..." His face flushed as well. You could tell he was a bit nervous.
Taking the hint that he was trying to flirt, you leaned forward.
"How about you do some making *out* with me instead, and we'll call it even?~" You smirked, making him blush harder.
"Deal." He whispered, smirking back, before scooting closer to connect lips with you.
When his mouth reached yours, you couldn't help but let out a little squeal of excitement, a thin layer of sweat forming on both of your bodies. You scooted out of your chair and into his lap, wrapping your thighs around him. He groaned around your lips as you deepened the kiss, your tongue twirling around his.
"We should probably go somewhere more private." He said, breaking the kiss.
You nodded in agreement, and he grabbed onto your thighs, picking you up as he stood from the chair. You twirled his thick hair around your fingers and nipped at his neck as he carried you back to his room.
The door opened and shut with a creak and left you and Sam alone in the privacy of his bedroom to do as you pleased. You were shaking with excitement and lust as he laid down on the bed with you. You wasted no time finding each other's lips again and you both let out tiny groans of enjoyment as you kissed enthusiastically.
"Take off your clothes." He commanded in a deep and rough tone.
You did as you were told and stripped off your clothing, starting with your blood-stained shirt, until all that was left on you was the patch over your wound.
"You're even prettier than I'd thought you would be." He gawked as he removed his own clothing.
Your eyes went wide at the sight of him. How the hell were you going to take all of that??? He noticed the way you were staring and chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle at first until you get used to me."
You nodded and then pulled him back down on the bed and kissed him. It was like he was a drug or something. You just couldn't get enough. Every second that your lips were away from his felt like an eternity-long withdraw.
He moved his hand to his cock to line it up with your soaking wet cunt.
"May I?" He asked, waiting for you to consent to him entering you.
"Please..." You moaned, needing him inside you like a fish needs water.
He slowly pushed his tip in, causing you to let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.
"Do you need me to stop?" He says, worried he hurt you.
"No, please, God no, don't stop." You begged through a moan.
"Okay, let me know if you do need me to stop though, okay?" He said as he pushed in deeper.
"Okay." You said while you moaned and mewled in pleasure as he pushed himself deeper inside of you. You could feel every last bit of him as he eased into your throbbing core.
"Tell me when you're ready for me to move." He said as he bottomed out, his hips against yours.
"Okay, you can move." You said with a deep breath.
He pulled out slowly, until just his tip was inside of you, then he pushed back in, then out, then in, then out, then in.
"Mmm, fuck Sammy, you're gonna kill me. Faster." You whined.
He sped up his movement just slightly, making a subtle difference.
"Mm, no, *faster*. If you don't hurry up and fuck me right, I might explode." You exclaimed, desperation clear in your tone.
"Yes, ma'am." He replied jokingly, pulling his hips away and then pushing back in at a finally decent pace.
"Ahhh, that's more like it." You sighed, moving your hips to meet his with each thrust.
"Yeah... Damn, you feel amazing." He praised, groaning in pleasure.
"Fuck!" You yelped out as he hit your g-spot, sending an extra strong jab of pleasure through your core. "Mm, fuck, right there..." You spread your legs further to give him more room to move inside you.
At this, he sped up, pushing harder into your g-spot with each thrust into you until you were practically screaming.
"Ah, shit, you sound perfect. Keep screaming, baby." He groaned, moving his hands to your hips and pushing even harder to make you scream louder.
"F...f... fu... mm... FUCK, SAMMY. MMMN~" You yelled out as you squeezed around his cock and came so hard your vision went fuzzy.
He kept moving in and out of you, until his rhythm faltered, and his pace sped up for the final pushes into you until he came inside you, digging his fingers into your sides hard enough to leave marks.
"Wow." Was all he could manage to say as he exhaled heavily and rolled over onto his back beside you.
"I agree. Wow." You sighed, still euphoric and half blind with pleasure.
You huffed out with a soft "hmmm~" and scooted in closer to Sam's giant figure that lay next to you on the bed.
"You're good at that." You spoke softly after a moment.
He just smiled in response and chuckled as he laid there with you in his arms.
You were both already about to pass out, when there was a thump at the door.
"Y'all okay in there? I woke up to Y/n screaming." Dean's tired voice could be heard from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, we're good." Sam called and you both let out a little laugh.
"Ohh... alright then." Dean replied as it clicked in his head what types of screams they were. "Well, I'm going back to sleep then. Try to keep it down."
"We won't!" You called to him, fully intending on screaming at the top of your lungs next round.
Sam just laughed, gently kneading one of your breasts in his hand.
"So, I guess that means this is a more than one round type of thing then?"He suggested, smiling at you coyly.
"Mmhmm. I hope you didn't plan on sleeping tonight~" You purred, pulling him back up against you.
"Oh, I don't plan on sleeping for a week if you're gonna keep this up the whole time~" He groaned back, snatching you by the hair into an aggressive kiss before climbing on top of you for round two.
-SP<3
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Polish and Shine (Supernatural One-Shot)
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Sam Winchester x GN!Reader / requests are open
Summary: Sam chews on his nails a lot. Too much. You come up with a plan to break the habit.
Fic type: comfort, fluff
CW: this lil fic contains mentions of Sam wanting to explore his gender : ) not much, just mentions of him enjoying feeling feminine (please be gentle with me, this one has a lil piece of me in it).
SPN: @wereallbrokenangels @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)
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It's not something you noticed a lot at first. To be quite honest, your social awareness wasn't the best, and looking at people head-on was something you struggled with even after you got to know someone.
But you did start noticing it. It seemed that he did it more at night when it was just him and his thoughts and the big dark room lit up only by his laptop at the table. On a side note, he was going to ruin his eyesight if he kept that up.
But he also did it in the Impala, or after a disturbing interview, or even just when Dean was late back from some girl or guy's place he picked up at the bar.
Chewing his nails... Sam was always chewing on his nails. You understood why, of course. It was an anxiety thing. A stress thing. You'd be lying if you said you didn't fall victim to the same impulse sometimes, but the amount of nail-chewing was starting to worry you.
It had gotten so bad that Dean had started slapping at Sam's hand if he noticed him raising it towards his mouth, one hand on the wheel and his eyes piercing warning daggers into Sam's soul as he pointed at him accusatorially. A silent "stop it right now before I turn Baby around."
It only stopped him from doing it so much on the road. Less so anywhere else. You'd been keeping a quiet eye on Sam the last few days, watching him chew his nails back to the skin. Irritating the skin and the keratin so much that it was probably hurting him. You weren't even sure what was worrying him so much.
You'd been brainstorming ideas to help him with the impulse for a few days until it finally came to you one morning when you were making a med-kit run- stocking up on all the things you all would definitely need at one point or another.
Nail polish. Of course! You'd picked up a couple different colours- given they were all out of transparent along with your bandages, iodine and Betadine and headed back to the motel of the day.
Sam had looked at the bottles in your hand with a raised brow when you brandished them. He picked one up, twirled it around and set it down on the counter.
"Do you want me to paint your nails for you or something?" He asked. Now, you couldn't say that wasn't appealing and that you weren't keen on that idea, because you were, but that was not the purpose of this little exercise.
"Maybe later, Sam. I got them for you-"
"For me?" He cut you off with one of those little huffy laughs he was so good at. You pulled a chair out and sat down, setting the bag on the counter and grabbing one of the bottles.
"Yes, for you," you reiterated, reaching for one of his hands. Sam allowed you to take it and take a look at the abused fingers. "Look, I- I've noticed you chew your nails a lot- and this looks like it hurts. I know Dean wants you to stop, and I imagine you'd also like to break the habit, yes?"
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, averting his eyes from your warm gaze.
"Yes," was his soft reply. You nodded, giving his hand a squeeze.
"This might help you break the habit. Plus, you'll look super pretty."
Sam snorted. His eyes darted back to look at you, and you really saw how shy and vulnerable he was feeling at that moment. It made you want to wrap him up and keep him safe.
"So, they didn't have clear," you explained, voice soft as if trying not to spook a deer. Or a moose, you supposed, in this case. "But I got you a few colours to choose from. Which one takes your fancy?"
You know exactly what he's going to pick before he does it. The forest-green. He hands you the vial and you let go of his hand to shake it up and unscrew the cap.
Sam sits patiently for you while you work, occasionally clearing his throat or giving you a quick smile. It doesn't take long, only a few minutes. Let it dry, then another coat. Let that dry. Done.
"There, all done," you exclaim, leaning back and stretching your back so it pops nicely. "Very nice, very nice," you approve. Sam fans his fingers out and juts his lower lip out thoughtfully.
"You know- I kinda like it," he blinked as though the discovery shocked him. "Can I do yours next?"
And so began a tradition. Once a fortnight you'd both paint each other's nails. Dean even got into it after a few weeks, getting his own done, too. Sam had been worried at first that Dean would make fun of him for his nails, but the only thing Dean had said after he returned toting beer and Chinese food was "nice choice, Sammy" as he cracked a beer and propped his feet up.
Sam continued to chew on his nails for a bit. It was a learning curve, after all, but he did end up slowing down and eventually stopping completely. You hadn't mentioned to Sam that he'd stopped just in case he hadn't realised, but you and Dean had shared a beer over the silent victory. And when Sam brought the victory to you both a few days after that, all three of you shared a beer then, too.
You and Sam continued to wear different shades and Sam even learned to put the polish on himself, though he vastly preferred you to put it on for him. Considered a bonding moment, which was cute. Dean would participate occasionally, and eventually, Sam admitted that he liked how feminine the polish made him feel.
After that- things sort of migrated from just nail polish to brushing his hair and experimenting with colour in his wardrobe. That was all he was really comfortable with for now, but that wasn't a problem. You were just glad he felt comfortable enough to share such personal information with you.
You both loved each other so much, and one of the best things about found family was that you knew you would be pillars of support for each other.
No matter what.
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Jealousy
Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Warnings: +18 contains smut
Summary: One night in a run down bar Dean Winchester has no choice but to reveal his true feelings
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You could feel an intense gaze on you from across the bar as the influence of alcohol starts moving your hips for you. The bass of the music moves through you as you dance to the song booming through the bar. Your hands floating over your body as you move to the beat flawlessly thanks to the drinks you already had in your system. You feel the gazes mounting and thankfully so as you look up and see a small blonde next to Dean desperately trying to pull him into conversation and pull his eyes away from the girl of his dreams. 
In that moment it was an impossible feat, all Dean could focus on was the sway of your hips, how your hands roamed over your clothed curves gathering the attention of anyone with a pulse and eyes. His hands clenched his beer while the tone of the blonde standing next to him gets blurred into the music and he starts to notice how many eyes are on you. The girl dancing, his girl dancing. He excuses himself without even looking in the direction of the blonde next to him and starts to shimmy his way through people to get to you.
His breath is caught in his chest as he finally reaches you holding out a hand to stall you in your place from dancing to the song booming throughout the bar. He looks cold into your eyes and firmly says
“Lets go”
“Where?” you reply
“Anywhere but here”
“Thought you were busy” You say scanning over the bar looking for the girl that was previously trying to get Dean's attention, as Dean grabs your arm and starts dragging you towards the exit.
“Busy trying to get your attention, but clearly plan A failed. B it is i guess.” He says gruffly and without a glance, as the cold air of the night spreads over you and the bar door slams shut behind the both of you. Dean is still dragging you along the way. However his hand moves from your forearm to your hand. He's gripping you tight as you start to walk upon the 67 Chevy impala.
He flings open the passenger door and guides you in with an air of annoyance. You watch as he walks back to the driver side through the windshield, he flings his door open and slides in. The silence is tense and can be cut with a knife as the engine roars to life and he speedily pulls out of the bar parking lot.
“You started this” you say finally cutting the tension without taking your eyes off the road speeding beneath the car
He shoots a glare over and readjusts his grip on the steering wheel
“Yeah well I'm finishing it too..” He shoots back without tearing his eyes from the road. “I'm tired of this game… you're mine, I'm going to give you a reason to start acting like it.” His knuckles tighten on the wheel, and the gas slightly accelerates.
Your mouth goes slightly aghast as you take in his side profile. As you take in him. Dean claimed that you both not being officially together was something created for your own safety. That he couldn't chance losing you but right now that didn't matter. You could tell by the grip he had on the steering wheel and the shade of green his eyes were. You belonged together, and in this moment more than ever. 
The car slows to a stall and the engine abruptly shuts off when you’re finally broken from your thoughts and feel your door open. You turn and see Dean waiting with his hand out for you to take. The annoyance has mostly left his face and all that is left is desperation. You slowly reach for his hand and he lifts you out of your seat and shuts the car door behind you as you both walk hand in hand to his motel room. No dragging, no annoyance, all of that was left at the bar.
He messes with the key for a second and the door opens and you both step inside and the instant it's closed and you can feel the hardness of it pressed against your back. Dean has his hands firmly on your shoulders holding you against it. Your breathless staring into eachothers eyes as he hesitantly leans forward and presses his lips to yours in a way you haven't felt before. It was passionate, tender, dare you say loving. His hands slide up the sides of your neck and tangle in your hair as the room is filled with soft moans and the slight sound of your hips moving back and forth from the door as you press against him.
He reaches for your thighs and pulls you up to straddle his waist. One hand stays on your thigh after you lock your legs around him and one travels around your waist, holding you as he crosses the room to the bed. He holds you as he leans over and gently lays you on the bed. The kiss never breaking. His arms cage you as he kisses you from above and it feels heavenly. He pulls back and his eyes flutter open and breathlessly whispers 
“You're mine…and I'm yours, and that's just the way it's going to be from now on” he softly brushes his fingers along your cheek and into your hair looking deeply into your eyes. The way he looked at you spoke everything you had been dying to hear. You cross your arms around his neck and bring him in for another kiss and then stopping again to answer 
“Sounds good to me”
He smiles brightly and seals the space between the two of you once again. He reaches for the hem of your shirt and you lift yourself slightly so he can pull it over your head. He tosses it to the floor and runs his hand down your torso cupping and pulling at your bra while stabilizing himself with his other hand.
You run your hands over his bare chest and stomach before toying with the waistband of his jeans. He takes over and slides them down and kicks them off somewhere. You're both breathless and desperate to feel every inch of each other. The kiss is feverish. Intoxicating.
He rolls you both over so you're on top, he pulls at every curve on your body. He leaves wet kisses all over your collarbone and chest while he easily undos your bra and it joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. His hands are everywhere, over your chest, around your thighs. He slips his hands into your pants and cups your ass and rocks your hips against his. You grab the waist band and roll them off of you having to stop straddling him to do so and the second they are stripped from your body you're pulled right back into his strong arms. You're wearing nothing but your underwear when he breathlessly breaks the kiss when he says,
“You're so beautiful”
It’s whispered so delicately against your lips, and you savor every syllable. Your eyes flutter closed and your lips reconnect as he lays you down with himself between your legs. He runs his hand between the small space between your bodies and to where you need him most. He can feel a slight wetness seeping through your panties and says 
“You're still wearing to many clothes”
He rubs small circles over your clothed clit. You're a mess with your head thrown back and moaning like crazy. Deans watching your face contort in pleasure and he can't help but feel proud of himself knowing he can make you feel better than any other man. He finally slides your panties down your legs and playfully throws them as far as he can. He's smirking and his thoughts are swimming when he reconnects your lips with his. He is full of passion and hoping that any fraction of what he's feeling is being conveyed through his kiss and his touch. 
His hands are running down your body and so is his mouth, leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft marks behind. You're his now. He places his mouth over your wetness and makes love with his tongue. Licking and kissing until one of your hands is running through his hair and the other is gripping the sheets for dear life. His name drops like hymns from your lips and it only fuels him to get you to the brink.
“You taste amazing" he looks up and says. He fully takes in your state. How desperate you are for him and it hits him even harder that he is the only man he ever wants you to look at like that.
He crawls up the length of your body and deeply looks into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you. You’re breathless and you take him into your hands and start pumping. You’re moaning into eachothers mouths. Dean feels euphoric. Between his feelings and the way you actually feel, he’s high. He takes himself from you and teases your entrance before fully inserting himself inside you. Both of your foreheads connect and his eyes are squeezed shut from the tightness. He kisses you softly and pulls away for fear he might not be able to breathe.
You're looking into eachothers eyes, the only illumination being the lights from outside seeping through the cracks in the motel curtain. He's never looked so beautiful. 
“You're gorgeous” you say, it being the only thing you can conjure at the moment.
He smiles softly still maintaining eye contact and even in the dark you can see color tinge his cheeks. He couldn't comprehend this was real. He starts moving slowly in response. Thrusting in and out. The heat and sweat is mounting between the two of you. You're both moaning messes. Each other's names falling from both your lips in praise.
Your back is arched and you're leaving marks on his shoulder from how hard you're gripping him. His thrusts become sloppy from just how amazing he feels, how you're making him feel. 
The tension in your stomach is building and you don't know how much longer you can take it when suddenly you cant anymore. You cum hard around him, squeezing every inch of him as he thrusts in and out. His own undoing building. He's thrusting deep and grunting hard when you then feel him spilling out of you. You're both moaning and looking deeply into eachothers eyes. He slows his pace to almost nothing and you're lost in eachothers eyes for good you must think, and don't mind either. He cuts the silence by saying, 
“I guess I should've done that sooner” still above you and caging you in with his strong arms. He lifts one to start soothing your messy hair and it results in a giggle from you.
“Better late than never” you say in a more serious tone and lean up to give him a peck on the lips. You feel him smile into the kiss and your mind is swimming knowing there will be plenty more to come in the future.
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nyxiswrites1200 · 3 months
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Hello Good Night, I was wondering if you could write some smut with Sammy Winchester please, I love him so much I'm obsessed with this man.
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♡ 𝑬𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 ♡
Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Committed Relationship, Praise kink, Size kink, Aftercare, p in v, multiple orgasms, Squirting
Mentions: Reader always squirts, Sam gets pussy drunk, Reader is a little shy
An: Hey loves! I'm so sorry that it took me this long to make an official response :( but I hope you enjoy it <3 Thank you so much for 100 followers, babes! Also ugh Sam's arms in that gif, they need to put me down!
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Sam was a sweet boyfriend. He was so sweet and such a gentleman to top it off. That also made you a little shy when it came to sex.
You and Sam had make out sessions and you've sucked his cock. You've been too shy to let him see your climax though. Why? Because you always squirt! It was always so messy no matter what. If you came, you squirted, no doubt about it.
However, you found yourself beneath Sam. He kissed you passionately, clothes discarded in a mess on the floor. You were so turned on and you needed him so bad that you thought maybe you could control it enough...
But Sam was good, too good. His cock hit all the right spots inside you. His large hands held your hips tightly as he went at a fast pace. The veins in his arms and hands were visible, you could feel that prominent vein that was on the underside of his dick against the tight walls of your cunt.
"Sammyyy~" You whined out loudly as he thrust right up against that sensitive spot each time. "Good girl, sweetie...takin' it so well" he groaned. His large body is hovering over yours, a thin layer of sweat coating toned figure. You were soaking his cock, even his balls were covered in your slick.
You felt that familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching. Before you could process, you squirted all over Sam's cock.
You moaned out loudly, his lower stomach now glistening with some of your slick. His hips stopped for a moment, leaving his tip pressed deep against your cervix.
You felt your face heat up when you realized what you'd done.
"Sam- I didn't mean to-" you stutter but Sam kisses you deeply. You gasp as you kiss him back and tangling your hands into his hair.
He starts moving his hips again, fucking you harder. His hands move to your thighs and push them into your stomach. He pulls away as he groans loudly "Fuck, do it again, sweetie" he moans as he pounds your soaked pussy. His cock threatened to slip out from all the slick you had produced.
Sam had gotten pussy drunk from seeing you squirt on his cock. He pounded you for what felt like hours. He came inside you twice, watching you squirt all over his cock until it dripped down his thighs.
"Mm, good girl" he praised into your ear as he laid next to you in bed. After he pulled his gaze away from his cum dripping out of you.
He took care of you. Kissing down your neck and shoulders as he cleaned you up.
"Why did you hide such a...attractive talent?" He teased with that stupid smile of his "Shut up" you lightly pushed him away as you bit your lip.
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supercap2319 · 3 months
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"Tell me, Y/N. You and Sammy have that vanilla-y, girly shit kind of relationship don't you?" Dean gave him an inquisitive look through sips of his beer. It was just the two of them in the bunker alone.
Sam and Cas were on a food run, so it was just Dean, and Sam's Charmed One witch boyfriend sitting at the table together. Y/N was researching up a spell that used henbane, wolfsbane, and gypsy's blood on Sam's laptop.
"What do you mean by 'vanilla-y?'"
"Holding hands. Cuddles in bed. Sammy crying his way through sex. That kind of shit." Dean smiled.
"Well, he and I do hold hands, but he likes to play rough in bed. Likes to tie me to his bed, and edge me for hours till I'm begging him to let me cum. There was also the time he tied to the hood of the Impala, and he fucked me with his big moose cock until he scratched the paint job." Y/N smiles.
"Son of a bitch! You did what on my baby?"
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lostgirl677 · 4 months
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They didn't destroy you
One-shot
Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Established relationship
Masterlist
Summary: After Dean escaped Hell, he's still traumatized and Y/N helps him through it.
A/N: It takes place at the beginning of season 4
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A terrifying scream tore through the night, waking me up with a start and making my heart beat faster. Even in my hazy state, I already knew who it was. I tried to open my tired eyes completely, then jumped out of bed to quickly get up and ran to his bed. The sight broke my heart. Dean, the fearless hunter and one of the bravest men I knew, lying here, shivering. Dean was drenched in sweat and tears, and he was all tangled in his bedsheets. I knew he was having a nightmare again. I slowly approached his bedside. “Dean”, I called softly while shaking his shoulder but he fought back. “Dean, wake up,” I said again as I kept shaking him. His eyes suddenly shot open and his body jolted as he sat up on the bed. His hands gripped my shoulders, making me jump back. He looked at me, completely panicked and his breathing was seriously labored. I could almost hear his heart beating.
“Dean, it’s okay. You are fine. You are awake, it’s over.” I attempted as I wiped his tears and reassuringly caressed his arms. “Y/N?” he asked, a bit stunned, with a clear relief in his voice. I smiled a bit at him and answered “Yeah, it’s me.” He looked anxiously around us and realization seemed to strike him and he suddenly released his grip on my shoulders. But it was to immediately wrap his arms around my belly. My heart literally skipped a beat at his gesture and goosebumps formed all over my skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he said with a raspy voice as he buried his face in my shirt. I melted in his tender embrace and hugged him back while caressing his hair gently. I could feel his tears soaking my shirt. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” I assured him softly. His embrace slowly became tighter and tighter with each of my words, and his sobs grew louder. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces at the sight of this broken man. The man I loved more than anything. Dean would normally never let me see this part of him. But that night showed me how broken he really was.
For a moment, it was like we were apart from the world around us. It was just him and I, with his uncontrollable sobs for background noise. The worst was that I couldn’t possibly console him. Not after what he’s been through in Hell. Nothing could ease such trauma and pain. So, instead of talking, I just kept caressing his hair. But suddenly, I felt Dean removing his head from my shirt and I immediately looked at him, concerned. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his cheeks were tearstained. Gently, my hand made its way to his face to wipe the stray tears, and he leaned his head on my hand. And he just looked at me, his eyes piercing through my soul. Silent tears were still escaping his eyes. He kept staring at me, in silence, as the tears still escaped his eyes. His eyes had lost their youthful shine. The only thing making them shine, now, was the tears.
Then, he opened his mouth and broke the silence. “Back there.” he said, gulping. “Back there, I yelled your name endlessly. Till my throat hurt, till I lost my voice.” he added, as his voice broke a little. I felt my eyes pricking a bit at his words. And before I could say something, I heard him taking a breath. “I never stopped thinking about you. You helped me to not turn into one of them. You were my anchor to my humanity. To everything I ever believed in. They kept beating me, torturing me till my body fell apart. Just to rebuild it and to do it all over again. They kept  saying terrible things about you and Sam. That you had forgotten about me, that you never loved me. But sometimes, I was able to remember the loving gaze you always give me, all your loving words. I was so scared to become a demon and that you…” his voice completely broke this time. Tears were now falling freely on my cheeks, completely overwhelmed by what he said. Images of what he had been through were flashing in my mind, making his words even more impactful as I let my imagination take over.
Dean stretched his right hand to slowly stroke my cheek with his calleous thumb. A small smile appeared on my face. His soft side was still there, meaning they failed to destroy him. Slowly, I bent my knees to give him a gentle kiss on his rosy lips. At first a bit surprised, he kissed me back, closing his eyes as he melted in my contact. I then ended the kiss and carefully sat next to him. His hand lightly took mine and his eyes were still on me. “Dean.”, I began softly. “What you are telling me proves that the demons failed miserably. They didn’t destroy you. You are still the most loving, and the most selfless person I know.” His eyes became a bit brighter as tears appeared again. “Those fuckers are just liars. They know nothing about love. About you. About us. They don’t know all the things I did to try to get you back. They don’t know how much I love you. They are unable to fathom a love like ours. I’m going to help you through it. We’ll fight the nightmares together.” I made a pause and looked at his face. The expression of his eyes, full of love,  made my heart swell. “I love you, Y/N” was all he said. But he didn’t need to add anything else. All the unspoken words he wanted to say could be read in his eyes. And he leaned again for a soft kiss.
After that kiss, I finally got up to get him a glass of water but a gentle hand snaked around my wrist and his broken voice whispered “ Please, don’t leave me.”  I turned my head to look in his direction.I surrendered the idea of water and simply replied softly “I didn’t have the intention to.” I swiftly closed the distance between us and embraced him in my arms. After a few minutes in this position, I made a gesture to invite Dean to lay down. And we finally both laid down on the bed. Dean cried a bit longer on my chest before falling asleep. “I love you.” I mumbled as I placed a kiss on his forehead and I soon fell asleep too.
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igotanidea · 11 months
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The spell: Dean Winchester x reader
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„Sam? This better be important ‘cause I’m kinda in the middle of something.”
“I’m using the emergency line, right?”
“Last time Dean used the emergency line it was about lack of pie. I swear he’s older but acts like a complete child sometimes.” Y/N shook her head not that Sam could see that through the phone.
“Yeah.” He agreed “But I would never….”
“Remember the time when you lost a shoe?”
“That was one time Y/N! And it was…. Under different circumstances…..”
“Oh, relax, I’m just teasing. But seriously, go on and tell me what is this about, cause I really am busy.“
“It actually is about Dean…”
“Oh, I had a feeling this day would be intense. What do we deal with? Demon? Jinn? Shapeshifter? Oh, please tell me it’s shapeshifter, those are my favorites.
“A witch, in fact.”
“Fine by me.” Y/N shrugged, unaware that Sam’s words has a second meaning. Only the prolonging silence on the other side made her a bit suspicious “Sam? You’re still there?”
“Yes.”
“So? Where do we meet? At the motel or at the crime scene?”
“Stop talking like a CSI!”
“I am CSI, Sam! Now again, where do we meet?”
“At the motel. But please…..”
She did not let him finish, since Sam was making her impatient by straining information. So she had no idea what was coming for her.
***
“Guys?” Y/n entered the motel room without knocking and two pair of eyes landed on her figure. Sam was his usual self, calm and collected, sitting by the desk, working. But Dean…. Dean was distracted, in the lack of better word. Pacing around like he was suffering from the sudden fit of anxiety. “What the…..?”
“ Should have listened to me….” Sam muttered, while his older brother took one stride towards her and wrapped his arm around her without any word.
“Um… good to see you too, Dean, but what’s with the PDA?”
“Can I just hold you?” he mumbled, begin so out of character
“Yeah… I mean, sure” she frowned, hugging him back. This was unexpected, to say the least. They have been together for a couple of months now, but the older Winchester were mostly keeping his laid back attitude in the relationship. “But…..” she hesitated, but stopped the question. This was actually pretty nice. Having Dean in her embrace like this, being the one he was turning to. It made her heart stutter a bit.
“But what?” he asked pulling away
“You know what, nevermind” she smiled brightly brushing hair from his face “if you need me….”
“I always need you.” he burst without thinking
“ Oh….” She felt her heart skip a bit. That was definitely new and she wasn’t sure whether she should feel the warmth and happiness or rather get worried about his current state. “Um…that’s nice, Dean.” She hugged him again, at the same time peeking over Dean’s arm, mouthing words at Sam asking for explanation. “How about you sit here for a moment, Dean, huh? I just gotta talk to your brother, who surely owns me some explanation.”
“I don’t want to let go of you…..” Dean pouted
“I’m not going anywhere, I swear” she smiled and pushed him onto the chair next to Sam and talking the third left spot. Dean immediately leaned towards her and grabbed her hand, caressing it gently.
“Y/N…..” he turned towards her, begging for attention, even though she was doing nothing more than giving it to him
“Yes, Deanie?”  her eyes focused on her boyfriend without any sign of annoyance.
“Come sit on my lap.”
“What?” now she was blushing
“Come on…” Dean patted his thigh but seeing her becoming reluctant, just reached for her, grabbed her waist and put her where he needed her, hugging her to his chest from behind.
“Um…’ she muttered, distracted by his hands. He was doing nothing, just holding her and she was already melting. This was dangerous.
“do you want me to leave you two alone?” Sam laughed, but once he met with Y/n’s murderous gaze covered it by coughing
“Talk!” she shout at him “What happened?”
“You remember when I mentioned the witch?” Sam started
“Yes, of course. Now please, cut to the chase! Not that I’m complaining, but I’d rather have the real Dean back. I want my bickering, teasing and sensitive on the inside boy.” Said boy were currently planting kisses on her neck. “Oh, god, I just can’t ….” She muttered, standing up from Dean’s lap immediately meeting with his sad eyes and mouth curved down. “I’ll be right back to you, sweetie, all right?” she smiled caressing his cheek and facepalming herself on the inside for calling him like that. What the heck was going on. Was it like the “it’s Tuesday again” situation? Did she wake up in alternative reality “Just stay here for a moment. And you.” she turned to Sam “you’re coming with me.”
***
“The charm?” fifteen minutes later Y/N and Sam were sitting in the booth in a crappy diner. The girl being herself ordered herself some pancakes, leaving the younger Winchester to do the talking “Guess I should have connected the dots… what? why are you looking at me like that?” she swallowed a particularly big piece of her dish and frowned
“You and Dean are so similar when it comes to your favorite food.” Sam shook his head and smiled lightly
“I’m hungry! I’ve been on the field for hours and didn’t have breakfast so cut me some slack! Now back to the witch. What do we do to break the spell? Burn her? Capture her? Slave her?”
“We are not doing anything. I’ve already got her location and ….”
“Sam…” Y/N sighed, putting her fork down and looking him straight into the eyes “you know the rules. You know I can’t let you go alone.”
“I’m not asking.”
“I’m not answering .”
“You either leave me alone or Dean. Given his current love-sick puppy state I think it’s pretty clear who need the supervision.”
“Sam…..” her tone became a bit warning
“Come on, Y/N, you know I’m right. It’s an open and close case. No trouble I promise.”
“You always say that….” She muttered “Fine. You really left me no other options, did you?”
“Look on the bright side.” Sam flashed a smile “you get to spend some quality time with you boyfriend. Maybe even get a little action….”
“Shut up Winchester!”
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“I’m back Dea…. Woah!” she barely get the chance to step through the door when Dean swept her off her feet and spun In the air. “Put me down! Put me down!”
“Oh I may put you down, but I’m not letting you get away, again.”
“Oh please…” she scoffed, but not honestly not being opposed to his actions and switching rather towards teasing him about it “I was gone for like fifteen minutes, surely you did not miss me that….”
She was cut off by his lips on hers. Damn, he was such  a good kisser. And because of that spell also needy and maybe a bit desperate. Holy shit… Sam was right, it has been a while since….
“How’s that for not missing?” he asked cupping her cheek and brushing thumb over it. Oh, how she wanted to give in, let him pull her closer… Sad thing, she could not. It was like she told Sam in that diner- she was not opposed to clingy Dean, searching  for affection, but this was not him. She needed the assurance that all of his actions were a conscious choice not the side effect of some witchcraft.
“How about we slow down a bit, huh?” she pulled away, or rather tried to pull away, since his large hands stopped her from doing so.
“But I need you…” he whined
“I know honey, but ….”
“What? Why are you always turning away from me?”
“I’m not turning away, love.”
“I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too, Dean and that is why I think you need some rest. Don’t you wanna lay down for just a bit?”
“As long as you stay with me.”
“I will. I promise. Now come on.” She grabbed his hand and lead him towards the motel bed. It was far from comfortable, but both Winchesters and Y/N were already used to that. The girl slowly pushed Dean onto the cushions and reached for the blanket to cover him, but he was way  faster. When she moved towards the edge of the bed he grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush onto his chest, sneaking one hand under her shirt, tracing patterns on her bare skin. It was nice. It was really really nice, but she could smell his neediness with every inhale and exhale he was taking. So she moved a bit, just to look into his glistening eyes.
“What do you need, Dean? Tell me.”
“I just want to feel you next to me.”
“I think we got that covered “ she grinned “you practically got me caged here.”
“I’m sorry” he looked down, but she grabbed his chin and met his eyes again
“Stop it, Dean Winchester. You hear me, stop it. If I wanted out, you would never be able to stop me, but I chose to be here. So go on. Talk.”
“Can you just hold me?”
“Sure my pretty boy. Come here.” She laid on her back motioning for him to snuggle into her arms and put his head on her belly, arms locked around her waist. “It’s gonna be all right” she cooed running her fingers through his hair “We’re gonna get you out of this mess. You are not alone, baby.”
***
Two hours later, she found out she fell asleep. The sun was slowly setting over the horizon and instinctively she turned onto the other side, hand searching for Dean but he was not there and her heart fluttered.
“Dean?” she mumbled getting up, rubbing her eyes and walking outside. He was standing by the railing, eyes fixed on the space “Hi….” She whispered slowly approaching him and wrapping arms around his waist, pulling herself closer.
“Hi baby.” He answered closing his eyes.
“Are you… back?”
“Guess Sam did some good work. And by himself. At this point I feel expendable. You two clearly can handle all this shit by yourself. “
“You idiot.” She smacked the back of his head in the lightest hit there ever was “Expendable. You are truly unbelievable. How much do you remember?” her voice trembled a bit.
“All of it.”
“Oh.” She gasped but then smiled “so you do remember the affectionate attitude?”
“Yes.”
“And how needy and whiny you were?”
“Yes.”
“And?” she tilted head trying to get any reaction out of him which clearly was going to be a little challenge. “Was it …. Was It just the spell.”
“No.”
“God, don’t piss me off, Dean.”
“It was all real, all right? Whatever charm this was it made me act the way I felt. Cause I do need you. And I should have told you that sooner.” He turned towards her and reached for her hand “you are important to me. Damn, Y/n, you know I love you, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, Dean.” She assured “you speak through your actions. And frankly ,the way you behaved was not about me. It was all about you.”
“How so?”
“You needed love. Affection. Some softness. Maybe it was all because of the fact you suppress all those needs? Cause you are reluctant to admit you have them? Hm?”
“I;m not even going to answer that.” He mumbled
“Dean, come on. We’re all humans… and yes, I believe that even despite you being a vessel for an angel, you are still human. It’s normal to need someone to hold you and love you. And you got me, so promise me, you won’t hide from me.”
“You want me to be open and honest?” he smirked
“Is that too much to ask for?”
“Yeah. Way, way too much. But I’ll try.”
“I can work with that.”
“Good. Now shut up and kiss me.”  
“I thought the effects of the spell were over….” She tapped her chin in reverie
“Guess I do have to take action by myself” Dean mumbled leaning forward and capturing her lips in sweet, gentle, delicate kiss. It was not needy, not anymore. It was a promise from him to try and do better in a relationship. “Shall we take that inside?”
“You had to kill the moment” she rolled her eyes at him “Welcome back, you prick.”
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jaidens · 7 months
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so if it'd make you stay i wouldn't act so angry all the time
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pairing [s] : dean winchester x reader
warning [s] : mentions of : stitching, knives, cuts + blood | kissing
a/n [s] : requests r open!
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The hunt had gone wrong. What was supposed to be an easy, short hunt turned into a violent rage of angry werewolves on the hunt for people. You had managed to get away with a few cuts and bruises, the same was done for Sam, but Dean got the bad part of the fight in an attempt to protect you two.
He sits on the full bed, holding a towel over the cut that bleeds from his shoulder. You're patching up some small cuts with bandages and gauze and tape. Sam was gathering his stuff in the other part of the room to get ready for the early leave tomorrow.
You gather the first-aid supplies and tools and carry them over to where Dean sits. “Hey,” You say as you pull up a chair next to him and put on a pair of gloves. “How are you doing? How's that shoulder treating you?” You ask him.
“Just peachy.” Dean responds sarcastically, giving you a small smirk.
You roll your eyes at him and pull the towel off of the cut and try not to stare at the blood that pools around the cut and that's on the towel. You toss it to the side, and pour antiseptic onto the gauze pad, and warn Dean. “This is gonna sting.” He nods and hisses, his knuckles going white against his jeans. You frown and press it as soft as you can against the cut.
You wipe softly to get the dried blood away, and take out your stitching supplies. You begin the first stitches and Dean has his eyes closed, eyelashes against his cheek, and he lets out breaths to distract himself from the pain. It was something he had always done, in the way to cover up how he felt after John told him it was completely childish and stupid to show people how you truly felt.
You finish with the tie of the thread, a cut, and start packing away the supplies. You grab your bag, the first-aid kit, and a set of files. You thank Dean and Sam for letting you join on the hunt, and they respond in their favors. Once you walk out of the motel door: you take a long, deep breath and shut your eyes.
You and Dean were a very bundle of confusion. You were never with him long enough to have a connection without eruption. You were in love with the green-eyed man; that was obvious, and he was in love with you. You had some moments in Baby where you and Dean had some long, significant touches that burned on your skin. The picture of him shirtless, eyes shut, and laying against you was permanently engraved on the back of your eyelid.
You walk into your motel room, shutting the door, and immediately walking to your bed and falling on it. You place your hand over your face and close your eyes. You turn on the television and let it go to the first movie channel it could. You let it play in the background while you read through another file for a new case that you found.
The sound of knocks fills your ears. Not hard, but not soft at the same time. You set the file down on the green bedsheets and go to the door and answer it. Dean is there in his pajamas, a Kansas sweatshirt and plaid pants, with a small smile on his face. “What are you doing here? You should be sleeping.” You open the door further and he walks in to your room.
“I just wanted to say thank you. I don't do it often, but you did a lot for me.” Dean admits as he jumps on the balls of his feet. You sit down on your bed and Dean follows and sits next to you. “It meant a lot to me.” He says.
Dean stares into your eyes, his hand snaking onto yours where it sits on your thigh. You're trying to cover your embarrassment as his eyes flicker to your lips occasionally. “Well— well It's my job to make sure my friends are safe.” You respond to his compliments. Within a second, Dean’s hand goes to your face and smashes his lips against yours. With a slide and a push, you're against the bed and Dean’s hands are on you.
You pull away from him and attempt to catch your breath. “Get hurt more, yeah?” Dean laughs and kisses you once again. You laugh again and he places one of his arms around your shoulders.
Whatever you and Dean were, you were hoping it would stay like this. With hugs, kisses, and longing touches.
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via-l0ve · 6 months
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What kind of things do you think the Supernatural guys like in the bedroom? 🤔
SPN boys kinks!
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a/n: i made this into a full fledged thing!! enjoyyyy!! also literally nothing is ever too lewd for me trust me guys!!!! love ya love ya. also i’m sorry i took a lil break i’ve been depressed and also very busy but i’m here now!
warnings: smut references/kinks, nsfw!!
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Dean:
dean loves a good striptease
loved to hear you and loved for you to hear him!
he’s a switch and i’m NOT accepting any criticism
he’ll get on his knees and beg you when he’s subbing and wowowowowow
he def likes to have his hand around your throat
he’s into mutual masturbation
he also enjoys temp. play. he dosent really know why but he does!
LOVES IT when you’re ontop of him
he gets pleasure from pleasing you
makes you cum before him
he’s very handsy
sam:
sam is a top
he loves having control
HAIR. PULLING. KINK.
He can’t control himself
sometimes he’d be too rough but he’d feel so bad about it afterwards
sam gives such good oral sex
like omfg
tongue of a GOD.
he prioritizes aftercare
maybe not as much as dean but
Castiel:
my baby cas is a switch
he is kinda new to sex so you gotta show him the ropes
but once he gets it he gets it
(for the girls) he’ll finger you and literally curl his fingers inside and just barley brush over ur g-spot AGAGAGAGA
cas def has a restraint or bondage kink
using his tie to tie your hands back and just fucking you ruthlessly!! 🩷🩷🩷
he also enjoys being held back
with restraints or something
he makes sure you’re okay like every minute
which some ppl might find annoying but it’s cute you guys :(
Crowley:
crowley enjoys public sex ngl
i just feel it yk
makes you wear his clothes while he fucks ya
def into roleplay
100%!!
he leaves hickeys all over
into size kinks and marking kinks
i feel like he’s also a switch
WHICH SURPRISES PPL???
but c’mon
cant you just see a sub crowley on his knees begging you to fuck him while you sit on his throne???
i can!
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way2geeky · 4 months
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Human - Castiel x Winchester!reader
warnings - dean being mean, cute Cas, fluff, slight angst
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Cas leaves wordlessly his head down, his heart hurt. I stand in utter shock starring at Dean. "What?" He asks, I scoff and push him, "you just kicked away Cas!" I start to beat at his chest with every word, "after everything he has done! All the times he saved our lives!" He tries to push me away, but I start to kick him. It takes Sam to pull me away and come in between us to stop me.
"Y/n you got to calm down." I try to tackle him, but Sam beats me and catches me. "You bastard!" Sam puts me down and I leave the room in a huff grabbing me go bag. "Where are you going!?" Sam asks following me to the garage, Dean close behind him. "To help my friend, I'm not giving up on him because he lost his grace."
Dean now scoffs looking down at me, "oh, please you're only following him, because you're in love with the guy, admit it."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I answer trying to keep my voice steady. "Oh, come on, we see the eyes you give him. You love him and now that you have nothing to look at, you're throwing a fit."
I sigh and look at dean somberly, "you know Dean you are acting just like dad. What the hell happened?" The tension in his face loosens looking at me and shock and hurt. I turn toward my truck and drive off without a second glance.
I drive down the road and I see Cas walking down the gravel road. "Cas!" I shout parking the car a few feet away from him. "Y/n?" I signal for him to come here. after a few seconds he finally makes it to the car sitting down in the passenger. "What are you doing?" He asks noticing my go bag at his feet. "Cas, you don't know what you're doing. You don't know how to be human. I don't know what's up Deans ass but I'm helping you."
He narrows his eyes and tilts his head, "you would do that?" I nod and but the car in drive. We head down the road, and drive to a small town in Kansas. Wathena, a mostly Christian town with one shit diner. They have an inn ran by the oldest couple known alive. Cas and I stay there, everyone assumes that we are a young couple. We don't correct them, when they say we look cute together we say thank you and move on. It has been six months and we have built a nice small life together.
Cas works at the general's store, and I work at the local library. It's a good life. Cas has made a lot of progress with being a human. He now knows that he hates original Cheetos but loves the hot ones. We sit together on our little couch watching an old comedy from the eighties that I used to enjoy.
I don't know how it started but every time Cas and I sit on the couch or, anywhere really, we cuddle. Nothing to crazy, I sit in the crook of his arm, and he wraps it around me. When we're sleeping, I sleep on his chest. A task he says is enjoyable, he likes nice dreams but not the bad ones. Which I find understandable. So here we are sitting together laughing along to the movie forgetting the outside world. If you didn't know who we are, you would have never guessed he used to be an angel and me a hunter. Just an awkward couple with bad social skills.
I look up at Cas admiring the scruff that has grown since he shaved this morning. Admiring the way his eyes twinkled when he laughed, how the way his nose scrunched up. He looks down at with a small smile. "You're staring?"
"sorry" I look away fiddling with me fingers, he hooks his pointer finger under my chin bringing it up to him. "I didn't say stop." He leans in closer, and I move back slightly. He stops immediately and sighs closing his eyes tightly. "Y/n I'm sorry, I got lost in the moment. I'm sorry."
"No, Cas don't apologize. I just don't want to take advantage of you, or make you feel uncomfortable." He laughed opening his eyes, starring deeply into mine. He narrows and shakes his head slightly. "I don't think you can take advantage Y/n. Your heart is too big for that. I have admired you for some time now."
"You have?"
"Yes, even before all of this. I just, this has, made everything seem so much easier. Being with you. Having you, but I know this is just a moment and it will end." He whispers leaning in ever so slightly, "but if we seize the moment now, we can face the next one together." I finish leaning in as well. We meet in the middle our lips just hovering over each other's.
After half a second of thinking we move in kissing each other gently. Softly, sweetly, savoring every second we could take. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around my waist. He falls back on his back bringing me with him. I lay on his stomach as we smile into the kiss. He brings his hand up and massages my hair, while the other tightened around my waist. A knock at the door interrupts us.
We pull apart waiting to see if they will knock again. They do harder, I look toward Cas and signal for him to stay. I try to get off of him to my gun, but he doesn't let me. He shakes his head 'no,' and mouths a 'please.' They knock again and I can't let anything happen to Cas. I peck in between his eyes; he closes them momentarily in bliss loosening his grip. I get off of him and grab my gun I stalk up to the door holding the gun behind it. Just in case it's the couple or something.
I swing the door open, and Dean turn ready to leave. Turning back to me with wide eyes. "Dean!"
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mmelionsblog · 1 month
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go back to sleep \\ dean winchester //
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it was 3 am when you bolted wide awake. your eyes were scattering the whole bedroom of the bunker. you were gasping for air, sweating so much that you sat in a pool of your own sweat. dean of course, bolted up a few seconds later when he felt commotion going on in his shared room.
“sweetheart?” his voice rasped, as he sat up from his spot to turn on the lamp from the bedside. “it felt so real,” you whispered, placing your hands in front of your face to cover yourself up. “you were gone, sam and i left alone in the world. it felt so real..” you hiccuped out, shaking a bit from the shock.
dean scooted closer to you, his arm wrapping around your body and pushed you back into him. “it was all fake hon, nothing in that dream was real.” he kissed the side of your forehead as his hand ran up and down your forearm, trying to sooth you to go back to sleep again. “i thought i lost you for good.” you sobbed out, biting your wrist to keep as much quiet as can, jack and castiel being in the room in front of your shared room. if they were even there.
“i’m not going anywhere without you.” his lips kissed the back of your head, his hand moving your hair to one of the sides to kiss your bare neck as he leaved little trails. “well dream you decided to go on a hunt alone.” you stated, sniffling. “so stupid, going on a hunt alone- who does that?” you glared at whatever was in front of you, and dean chuckled, his voice vibrating into your body.
“well you did before you met us,” he sang out teasingly, you looked back at him with the same look. “that was different. i didn’t have no family, no friends. thank goodness you guys were working the same case i was or otherwise i wouldn’t be here today.” you muttered. he hummed, “thank goodness we found you.” he kissed your lips, “now come on. we got lots of stuff to do later on today. let’s get some rest yeah?”
dean laid back onto the bed, while you had still been sit in between his legs. you hummed, nodding along with him and placing yourself on top of him, your arms wrapping around his body as you place your head carefully right on his chest. “i love you dean,” you whispered.
“i love you too sweetheart, goodnight.” he spoke, kissing your forehead. and soon enough, you heard his soft little snores in the shared room and that’s when you decided to fall asleep as well.
a/n: it’s been a fat minute since i wrote a dean fic. anyways here y’all go, it’s short but i LOVE it.
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pnwvegan · 6 months
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Early bird gets the worm
Sam Winchester Smut
Sam Winchester x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut! 18+
Summary: Sam wakes you up in the middle of the night to satisfy an itch he simply can’t scratch by himself.
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It was three A.M, you were sound asleep with Sam’s arm around you. Unknown to you, Sam was wide awake with a big problem. He tried to palm his “problem” but decided it was too hard to deal with himself. He leaned over your sleeping frame and whispered in your ear,
“If I don’t fuck you, I’m going to explode.” You shuddered in your sleep. You stretched, rubbing you ass on his arousal unintentionally, eyes remaining closed. Sam sighed and leaned over once more. He nibbled your ear then started kissing your neck, whispering in your ear the second time,
“Come on baby, I need you so bad right now.” As he begged, your eyes fluttered open. You turned to look at him and saw he was flushed and his forehead glistened with a small bead of sweat.
“What is it baby?” You asked, still sleepy. He took your hand and placed it on his dick, whispering,
“Please” he was rock hard, making you wonder if it was painful. You rubbed him slowly through his pants and the way his head shot back, while letting out a groan answered your question.
“What do you need love?” You asked, palming him slowly. He hissed through his teeth, you smirked knowing what you do to him. He hesitated, you urging him to go on,said,
“Can I be inside you?” His puppy dog eyes extra pleading, you couldn’t resist those eyes usually, but now it would hurt you just as much as him if you said no. And you were honestly as turned on as him, your wetness prominent. You grabbed his hand,letting it run down your stomach,
“Go ahead,” you nodded, his hand meeting your heat. He starts to kiss your neck, rubbing your clit, you moaning into the pillow. The friction making your stomach burn with desire. Before you knew it, Sam put two fingers in you. You gasped in response, him chuckling against your neck.
“You love when I make you feel good, don’t you baby? Who’s my good girl?” And that’s what did it for you, your eyes rolled back and you tightened around his fingers, but Sam wasn’t taking just that response this morning. He put his fingers in your mouth, you sucking your juices off him and he asked again with raised eyebrows,
“What was that? Who’s my good girl?” His fingers lingered down to your throat, applying just enough pressure so that you could still talk.
“Yours, only yours” you replied. He nibbled your ear, smirk still prevalent on his face. He whispered in your ear once more,
“You ready for me baby? Will you take my cock please?” The begging tone returning his to voice only made you wetter, if that were possible.
He turned your chin towards him and kissed you deeply, you gasping in his mouth when he pushes himself inside you.
“You’re so big Sammy”
“You can take it” he said as he kisses your nose. Him filling you completely, you reached your arms out, clawing at the sheets as Sam pushed against your hips. He then got on his knees and positioned you on all fours, bouncing your ass against his hips. The new angle deep enough to make you scream his name as you came. Sam came seconds later, his body now relaxing, his painful erection now a memory now only remembered with pleasure instead.
An hour later as you laid on Sam’s chest, you signed with contentment.
“That was so good babe,” you muttered breathlessly, he smiled and said
“What can I say? Early bird gets the worm.”
A/N: Hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think 😁
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vampzyke · 4 months
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୨୧ , sam winchester x FEM!reader. ( relationship headcanons )
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tags seasons 1 - 4, sfw & nsfw, hair pulling, eating out, blowjobs, pda
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sfw
loves any opportunity to get his needy hands on you. sam adores holding your hands in between his rather large ones, thumb stroking over your knuckles slowly; or maybe his head leaning on your shoulder, shaggy hair tickling your exposed collarbone. just any reason to be close to your warmth.
sometimes when you've spoken to him about a topic that interests you, sam will immediately lock his focus onto whatever word that slips past your lips. he'll drop whatever it is he's doing, even if it's a case, and assure you with his keen eyes that he's all ears. the next day, he might even come back to you about your interest after having spent all night researching about it. he loves to let you know that he cares.
is not one to get jealous, since he knows he has nothing to worry about. but, he still likes to make it known to others that you are his. sam enjoys kissing the corner of your mouth when he catches someone leering at you, not giving them the satisfaction of your lips captured by his since thats just for him (and, you tend to make quite a bit of noise; those are for his ears only.)
nsfw
sam is not necessarily rough in bed, he genuinely loves to take it all slow and gentle. his hands will trace all over your curves and dips, not ever missing a spot. he takes delight in the way you shiver under his touch, the slight gasps that leave your already parted mouth. his hands burn along your skin, especially your inner thighs and around your neck.
speaking of inner thighs, sam absolutely craves to go down on you. this man eats pussy!!!! he'll have his head between your welcoming legs, fingers supporting his weight against your thighs. the pads of his fingers will trace light circles as he takes in your scent. the bridge of his nose is usually the first part to make itself known to your eager heat, barely slipping past your folds before his long tongue darts out to intrude. his tongue will work its magic, and after teasing you he may graze his cool teeth against the wetness. nearing your climax, he'll suck your clit with ease as your thighs press up against his head eagerly, trapping him against your utmost love. and when he's done, he'll lay a gentle kiss against your pussy that'll have you begging for more.
sam is not kinky, though he does tend to have a fascination with your hair. doesn't matter if it's short or long, he needs to have his hands all up in there especially when your down on your knees, pretty lips wrapped around his cock. with each strangled groan that escapes him, the tighter his grip on your hair becomes. he may even tug on it a bit if it's too much for him. and when you take in his entire throbbing length, looking up at him through wet lashes, he'll definitely pull on your hair much more than a bit harder. he'll throw his head back with a moan, eyes shut as he cards his long fingers through your hair.
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sunshine-on-marz · 1 month
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Being the Winchesters’ little sister
Im imagining a more girly little sister for this so im super sorry if that doesn’t apply to you:(
Headcanons for being the youngest Winchester
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-for the sake of this we’ll say your kinnda like Adam except you stay with John and not your mom
-the boys adore you from the second you’re brought home
-they aren’t too on board when John explains the situation
-but the second Dean is holding you he’s in love
-and when Sam sees how happy Dean looks? Obviously he loves you too.
-you get dotted on by Dean as much as possible
-and once you’re a little older, Sam teaches you all sorts of stuff
-Dean keeps you street smart Sam keeps you book smart
-these boys are so good to you
-you don’t go on your first hunt till you’re 13 at minimum
-Dean and John have screaming matches about it because John thinks you’re old enough and Dean genuinely never wants you to go on a hunt
-He much prefers you being safe in the motel
-But eventually he’s convinced
-You don’t get more than a foot and half away from Dean for nearly the whole hunt
-you get hurt on that hunt, not bad, just a busted knee
-you don’t go on another hunt for almost two months and Dean hardly lets you out of his sight that whole time
-bandages your knee like he thinks it’ll go septic (the scrape barley got through the second layer of skin)
-anyways, back to the general stuff
-Dean calls you sweetheart, baby, baby girl and “my girl”
-Sam calls you sweetheart and baby girl
-Dean was the original one to start calling you nicknames and Sam picked up on it
-the first sentence Dean tells you when he picks you up as a baby is “it’s alright babygirl I’ve got you now”
-and the name just sticks
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adalwolfgang · 28 days
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Can you write Dean with S/O who doesn't want to leave an inch from him today? Like totally stick on him, never without touching him a second, and keep give him many kisses
Thank you very much, and with you have a amazing day bestie, love ya💜🦈
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🥧𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳/𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽/𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝘁𝘀𝗱🥧
He adores you.
He loves the attention, that is unless it gets in the way of him actually working or could somehow get you hurt.
For example when you're both out on a hunt, he try's to keep up with your constant want for affection while also trying to remind you what is at stake if one was distracted by the other.
That doesn't mean he won't still hold your hand, or give you a quick peck on the cheek when he gets the chance.
He feels honored and kind of cocky when you seek him out for hugs, cuddles, etc...
When you return to the bunker, depending on how exhausted he is, he'll just pick you up and carry you to his room for some much needed cuddles. All the while same just watches with a playful eye roll.
When it's time for bed, its always a rotation of who spoons the other. If you had and rough day or night, Dean will be the spoon. If he has a rough day or night, then it's your turn.
He never had much comfort as a child, and being a hunter doesn't provide much more either, so to have you show and share that comfort means a lot to him. You're like a weighted blanket that he never wants to let go of.
Loves to trace his thumb over your knuckles when cuddling or just basic hand holding.
Some days he might act annoyed but deep down, its obvious he likes it.
Basically this
You and Dean were cuddled up together on his bed watching tv. Dean was laying on your stomach with you running your fingers through his hair when he started moving his head is certain ways. This confused you, maybe he wanted you to stop? So you did.
This made Dean stop and look up at you, sharing the same confused look as you.
"Why did you stop?"
"Oh I thought-"
He grabs your hand and puts it back on top of his head, waiting for you too continue again.
"More"
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