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Looking After You

Pairing: Sam x Pregnant!Reader

Your phone buzzes on the bedside table as you came out of the bathroom, a towel managing to cover you up. 

We’re on our way. 

Bring some caramel slice. Your daughter is craving it again.

You put your phone down where it was to get changed into one of Sam’s flannels and one of your sweatpants.

Minutes pass to have knocks at the door. “That was quick, don’t you think?” you rest a hand on your stomach, feeling a kick against it. Opening the door, it wasn’t the person you were expecting.

A small amount of powder gets blown into your face. Coughing and waving it away, the thump of the body fills your ears.

“(Y/N),” hands cup your face, the blurriness going away and becoming clear. A hand moves off your face to rest against your stomach. 

“I’m fine,” you rest each hand on top of Sam’s. Your skin had become more pale and your body grew more tired.

“Dean.” Sam looks at his brother worriedly. “Take care of them while I take care of this one.” He pushes the witch forward a bit before closing the door and walking over to the Impala.

Helping you into bed, your back facing the edge of the bed, your stomach towards Sam’s space on the bed, he sits at the end, starting to clean out some of his guns.

An hour or two later, you managed to get some food and drinks into your system in that time period.

With your eyes closed and hand on your stomach, Sam puts down the gun cleaner as a sigh escapes from him. He watches your body breathe steadily.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Sam lies on his side and towards you. His face being the same level as your belly. “What about her?” He moves his hand under your (his) flannel, he caresses his thumb against your skin.

“She’s fine, Sam.”

With your skin coming back to normal colour, your shirt gets risen up more to rest under your breasts and to feel Sam’s lips against where your infant daughter is resting.

“Dean messaged when you were asleep. He said that he killed the witch and that he’s coming back with some diner food.” He moves his head up a bit to glance up at you, who’s looking back down at him.

“I’m feeling better, Sam. Before, my whole body was in pain and she kept kicking me more, but now, she’s calmed down and my body is easing up.”

Just in time, the door opens to show your brother-in-law with diner food bags and keys in both hands. “How are the ladies doing?” He dumps the things down on the table before moving over to you. Sam gets off the bed and to the food as Dean presses a kiss on top of your head before pressing another to the side of your stomach and to feel a kick against his lips.

“Little lady has become more happy and mama lady is feeling better.”

“Good. Man, I hate witches.” He moves to sit on Sam’s side and rests a hand on your stomach, feeling his niece kicking up a storm. “Seems like she agrees with me.” Kissing your head again, he gets up and starts to eat his food, Sam bringing yours and his over to your shared bed.

Sitting against the backrest, you stop yourself from biting your burger, you ask, “Where’s the caramel slice?”

Sam puts his food down. “I’ll go get it.”

The Winchesters’ Zombie Apocalypse

With a scavenge gone wrong, Dean has to do something he never thought he’d have to do.

Pairings: Dean x F!Reader x Sam Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (you), Bobby Winchester (child), Garth, Dixon (dog - German Shepherd), Ellen (mentioned), Jo (mentioned), Jack (mentioned) Genre (smut, fluff, angst): Fluff, angst AU: Zombie Apocalypse Words: 2,050

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Storming into the cabin, you angrily peel off your bloodied flannel to throw it against the backrest of a seat at the dining table. “Fucking idiots! I told you not to follow me into the store! I fucking had it.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Dean. I’m gonna go take a shower, then I’m gonna go out for a walk.” 

Doing as you said, you walk past your husbands and into your shared bedroom to grab a pair of clean clothes and into the bathroom. Your German Shepherd, Dixon, had followed you into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“I feel like one of us should go with her on her walk, just to keep an eye on her.”

“She has Dixon, Sam.”

Nothing is said, silence filling the air except for the faint noise of the shower.

Footsteps are then made on the porch. Small, fast ones coming towards the door before it swings open to show a little boy. “Hey, Bobby,” greeted Sam as he bent down and picked up the four year old. “Papa.”

“Where’s Daddy?” Bobby points at Dean next to them, making the eldest Winchester smile and bump his nose against their son’s. One of his small, chubby hands rests against Dean’s stubbly cheek.

With the three not noticing, you’re leaning against the door frame and smiling at the scenery, wishing that you could snap a picture of them. “Hey, Garth,” your voice had given the Winchester brothers a fright, their eyes on you before looking at your best friend.

“Hey, guys. Thought I’d drop off a little someone.” He points at your son, who’s reaching out to you. “Thank you, Garth.” You take Bobby into your arms from Sam’s.

“Better get back to Bess and the kids, see you later.”

Saying goodbye to him, you turn back ‘round to your husbands. “I’m gonna go take a walk, wanna come? Obviously we’ll leave Bobby here, see if Ellen and Jo can look after him.” You nuzzle your nose against your son’s cheek before blowing a raspberry against it, making him squeal and flail his arms around, his hands now cupping your face.

“Hi, baby.” He starts to rub his nose against yours before stuffing his face against your neck. 

Both my babies, Dean had thought to himself, smiling at his wife and son.

Walking through an abandoned town, Dixon by your side, the brothers are trailing behind you. Dean has been kicking a can since you have entered the town. Then Dixon gets into an attack position, having you three raise your guns.

“Split up.”

“What?” Sam and Dean ask in unison.

“Do it.”

Groans and moans fill the air, rotted bodies shuffled into view. “(Y/N)!” Dean tries to go after you, but Sam grabs his arm to pull him back. They watch you run in front of the herd. It got closer with gunshots going off, the idea of the herd getting you makes Sam scared.

“Come on.” Dean pulls at his arm to have them walk into a store to hide.

Feeling his chest tighten and his breathing quicken, Sam tries to calm himself down. Sometimes Dean was able to help him through his panic attacks, taking longer than you, but you were the one that was able to stop them and comfort and calm the youngest Winchester.

“D-Dean,” he managed to breathe out. Dean is immediately in front of him, reassuring him that you’re gonna be fine. “I-I can’t b-breathe.”

Dean instructs him to try and slow his breathing. “She’s out there on her own and for all we know she could be dead as it seems like she used all her bullets,” Sam started to ramble and continued to do it before he got cut off by his older brother’s arms wrapping around him and bringing him in for a hug.

“She’ll be okay.”

Hours have passed to have the sky darkened and the brothers had gone to the spot where you had fired your gun. Small dots of blood trailed off in front of them with a piece of your shirt ripped on the ground.

“We gotta go back home.”

Bobby is seated in Sam’s lap, head on his chest and Sam’s arms wrapped around the small body of his son. “Where’s Mama and Dixon?” He looks up at Sam, one eye green and the other hazel.

“Mama and Dixon are still out, they’ll be here soon.” Sam answers, hoping that it’s true and that soon enough, you’ll be home.

Barking towards the cabin, Bobby is the first to swing the door open and run across the porch, down the steps and towards where he heard the barks. His fathers are right behind him.

Bobby starts to pet Dixon, Sam standing with them. Dean had stopped in front of them, trying to find you.

Luckily, no one really had thought much of the barking as they were kinda used to it. But if it was constant and no one was able to stop them, then that’s a sign for something dangerous.

Dean had finally spotted you limping towards the four, himself running to you and bringing your blood-stained body against his, himself not caring about the crimson liquid staining his clothes.

“Mama!” Bobby runs towards you, Sam fast-walking to you to do the same thing Dean had done.

“We were so fucking worried, we were about to have a search party for you, sweetie,” Sam leans his forehead against yours.

“You had a panic attack,” is the first thing you said, despite what Sam just said. “Dean calmed me down.”

Once back inside the cabin, you’re in the bathroom. You’re now staring at your naked form in the mirror, your eyes looking back and forth at the bite on shoulder and one on your hip.

Whines and scratches fill the air. You open the door a bit to let the dog in and shut the door behind him before you settle yourself on the toilet lid. “How am I going to tell them, boy?” You chuckle out sadly, trying to lighten up the moment. Dixon rests his chin on your leg, his brown eyes giving you a soft look. “You look after that little boy, you hear me?” You rub one of his ears between your fingers.

“Time for bed, Mama,” Bobby knocks at the door. “Let’s go, Mama.” Dean’s voice repeats.

Getting changed after covering the wounds, you run your hand through your semi-dried hair and out of the bathroom you are.

Standing in the doorway of the lounge and hallway, your heart is beating faster a bit more and your hands are softly shaking.

“Are you okay, honey?” asks Dean, seeing that you’re nervous about something. “I got bit,” you blurted out. “Let me put Monkey to bed.” Sam picked Bobby up and down the hallway to his room.

“Please say something, baby,” you walk towards Dean. Tears started to prick his eyes, some slipping and dropping onto the floor.

“You’re looking so pale,” he chuckles out with a sob. Smiling and sighing out, your arms slither around his waist, his arms wrapped over your shoulders. Your head rests against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. “I want you to do it. I can’t do it myself, I’ll hesitate. Sam will have a panic attack if he does it, so please,” you look at him with tears brimmed in your eyes, “kill me.”

He presses his lips against your forehead, his eyes closed and tears gently flowing down his cheeks. “Go say goodbye to our baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

Doing so, you gently knock against Bobby’s door before opening it, seeing your other husband and your son sitting on his bed. You kneel in front of him, hands on each side of his legs. Sam intertwines his with your closest hand. 

“Mama is really sick. Daddy is going to take care of me.”

“Are you going to get better?”

Sniffing and wiping your nose with your free hand, you answer, “He’s going to have to kill me, baby. If he doesn’t, then I’m gonna get turned into one of those monsters.”

Bobby jumps into your arms, your body thumping against your butt. “Mama loves you, always.” You lean your cheek against the top of his head, tears flowing down your cheeks.

Small knocks grab your attention, making the three of you look at Dean. You stand up with Bobby clinging to your body.

“I’ve told Ellen, Jo and Jack. They’re gonna tell the people.”

Going out to the lounge, Bobby is still clinging to your body. Sam is trailing behind, tears welled up in his eyes.

Setting Bobby on the ground, his hands are gripped into your shirt. “Bobby,” your voice cracks. His hands loosened and letting go of the fabric, his arms now wrapped around your legs.

“You’re gonna be okay.” You cupped Sam’s face, his tears wetting your hands. He brings your body against his, his head resting against your non-injured shoulder. “Sam.” Feeling something wet against his skin and shirt, he looks to see blood dribbling down the side of your mouth and down your chin.

Pulling his sleeve down, he wipes it away, not caring about the crimson liquid staining it. He then tugs your shirt collar back to see the covered bite mark. Your veins have darkened within under the bandage, the ends of the darkened veins stopping underneath your jawline.

“I’m gonna do this now,” you say softly, Sam pressing a kiss to your forehead. You bend down to peel your son away from your leg to hand him over to Sam, but he quickly wrapped his arms around your neck. “Bobby,” your cracked voice comes out as a soft stern. Sam’s hands grab a hold of Bobby’s waist to have you unclasped his hands.

“Mama!” His small hands reach out to you. His head gets tucked away into Sam’s neck, his big hand covering the child’s head. With a last kiss on the lips of your tall husband and a kiss to your son’s head, you shuffle towards Dean.

“I hope you’re ready, pretty girl, ‘cause I’m not,” Dean chuckles out dryly. Cupping his stubbly cheeks, you give him a kiss on his lips. One of your hands then go down to his gun holster to pull the weapon out and make his fingers curl around the handle.

All four of you have tears flowing down your cheeks. Dixon whines and rubs his head against your leg.

Dean wraps his weapon-free arm around your middle, your head now resting against his shoulder. “I have letters for each of you in my backpack. Read them when I’m buried,” you mumble.

“O-Okay.” Dean manages to get out with a shaky voice. You bring his hand up to your head, the barrel of his gun pressed against your temple. “I’m ready now.”

With his hand now shaking and his finger on the trigger, he presses it harder to release a bullet into your head and body going limp against his body. Blood has scattered across the floor and some on his shoulder.

He falls to the ground to wrap both arms around your body to sob against your shoulder.

Bobby had been struggling against Sam’s hold and been scream-crying since the gunshot went off. “Bobby.” Sam shifts the small boy in his arms to hold him as if he’s holding a rugby ball, tucked in his arm. “No! I want Mama!” Bobby screams into Sam’s chest whilst pushing against it.

Sam sits at the bottom of your grave, playing with some of the dirt as Dean, Bobby and Dixon are running around, Dean chasing his baby boy. 

“Dean and I read your letters a few days after you died. We’re gonna have Bobby read his when he’s a little bit older. Can’t believe it’s already been two months without you.”

“Papa! Come play with us.” Bobby yells at him whilst running and bumping against Sam’s back. He starts to climb Sam like a jungle gym. “I gotta go. Say goodbye to Mama.” Sam stands up, taking one of Bobby’s small hands into his.

“Bye, Mama. I love you.” Bobby waves at your grave before him and Sam walk towards Dean, who has a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He mumbles to himself.

Hello love, could I request Sam Winchester x Male! Toddler reader? Maybe Sam has grown his hair out more because his son loves to play with it and loves how soft it is. But he’s never seen his father with his hair tied back, so when he wakes up from a nap and doesn’t see his dad’s hair resting down over his shoulders/chest he starts crying. Ending with cuddles and more cuteness if you could! Your blog is fantastic, I always get excited to read whenever you post. Keep up the amazing work!!! <3

Okay, this is so cute! I legit squealed after I read this and it’s just from the cuteness of it. And it makes me happy that you’d get excited for my posts ❤️

Hair Loving Baby

You’re sitting on top of your father’s shoulders as he’s walking through the park. For the past few minutes, Sam had been feeling your small hands playing with his hair and would sometimes feel you nuzzle against it.

“What are you doing up there, baby?” He squeezes your legs slightly, getting your attention. “Daddy soft hair.”

“Should daddy cut his hair?” He knows the answer to that. It’s always the same answer he says to Dean whenever he suggests it. For your no, you wrap your arms around his head to hug it to your chest. “No cut hair.”

“Okay,” he chuckles out, “no cut hair.”

Now back at the bunker, your small body is limped with sleep in Sam’s arms, your diaper bag strapped over a shoulder. 

“How was the park?” asked Dean. He leans back in his seat, taking a small break from researching.

“It was good. He got messy with his ice cream as always and a few minutes before we left, he wouldn’t stop playing with my hair.”

Dean hums and gets up, saying that he’s gonna start on dinner.

Sam takes you up to your room. He manages to open the door with his boot. He settles you in your crib and covers you up with your blanket before he quietly dumps your diaper bag on the ground.

Once out of your room, Sam ties his hair up and out of his face to go and help Dean with dinner.

Whines and small cries fill Sam’s ears from the baby monitor. Getting up from his seat, he goes to your room to find you standing up in your crib, your small, chubby hands gripping onto the rail. “What’s up, baby boy?” 

Your cries had quieted down as you stared up at your father. You had never seen him with his hair tied up. He picks you up and rests you upon his hip.

Your bottom lip trembles as small whimpers escape. Tears had welled up in your eyes. Your cries had returned.

“Oh, son.” Sam chuckles out. He cuddles you to his chest as he walks into the lounge, where Dean is sitting and watching a random movie on the TV.

“What’s wrong with him?” he asks.

“I think this is the first time he’s seen me with my hair tied up.” 

The two watch you go over Sam’s shoulder to reach for his tied hair and tugging at the hair tie, letting his hair out. 

Lifting your body above his, Sam settles you on his shoulders to let you play with his hair and nuzzle your face against it. “Do you want a cracker?” Dean asks, getting your attention and cheek now against Sam’s head.

Grabbing the cracker from your uncle’s hand, you start to munch on it as you watch the movie.

“I hate you, Dean.”

“What, why?”

“‘Cause you want him to get crumbs in my hair.”

Dean laughs, “Yeah, I do.”

Can you do a Sam x reader kind of like a bonnie and Clyde au idk I’m a sucker for those kind

Ooo, this sounds interesting. Now, forgive me if this doesn't fill your request. Idk what else to write for this au, so I just went with what came off the top of my head

Bonnie and Clyde’s Holiday

Sitting on the loveseat with your legs over an armrest and your back leaning against the other, you groan in annoyance. “Can we go on a holiday to Hawaii or something?”

“That sounds like a good idea, darlin’. We haven’t been there yet.” Sam turns away from the table to face you. “But what would we do in Hawaii?” He leans against the table, his clothes pressing against his body in all the right places.

It has you in your thoughts and got you thinking of what you want to do to him.

He calls your name, finally getting you out of your thoughts of him. “Get your things packed. We’re going to the bank, then we’re going on that little holiday.”

He presses his lips against yours. His hands grip onto your hips to bring your body against his whilst putting more heat into the kiss.

After a small moan escapes from you, you mumble against his lips, “We’re gonna be late.”

Waiting for the scared man shakily put the money in a duffel bag, you walk around, getting bored mixed with excitement by the minute.

Once the money’s done, Sam grabs your hand and walks you out of the store and into the car. “Where to now?” he asks.

“I want to go to a store to get some things.”

Driving to a store, the police arrive at the bank, getting answers to their questions from the people who were there.

Parking in a spot at K-Mart, you tell Sam to wait in the whilst you go shopping.

Wandering through aisles, you had grabbed some clothes; togs, everyday clothes and pajamas for the both of you and Sam.

You then just walked  out, the monitors beeping at the unpaid clothings. “Hey, you need to pay for those!” the security guard began to jog towards you, but you just kept walking and into the car you were when the guard had caught up.

Driving away again, the two of you are now on your way to the airport. “Ready for that holiday?” asked Sam, who gets a simple nod in return. “Can’t wait to see what they have in store for us.”

Could you write something about Sam and a trans male reader? Maybe Sam comforting his boyfriend after he experiences transphobia or something like that?

Of course I can write something like this! I would love something like this (the comforting of a partner (which I wish I have)) to happen to me as I’m a trans!male. Personally, I haven’t met someone who’s transphobic in my life yet (except for an ex-friend’s family as they are very Christian and would’ve used my birth name and birth-pronouns if I lived with them)

People Are Assholes

Snuggling inside your boyfriend’s hoodie, you watch a movie that will hopefully cheer you up after the day you’ve had.

You were out shopping for food and some random things you had found. Something had slipped out of a hold in your bag and a married couple had picked it up for you. A smile was on both their faces.

Once they heard your voice saying ‘thank you’, both their smiles instantly dropped. The woman had started going off that transgenders shouldn’t exist and all that shit.

That had made you feel down.

So as soon as you were at the bunker, you put everything away and once done, you had stripped out of your clothes, leaving your underwear on, and slipping one of Sam’s hoodies. 

Which leads up to now.

A big, warm hand slithered up your leg and rests against your thigh. You instantly knew that it’s your moose of a boyfriend.

“Hey, baby boy, you okay?” He had noticed that something had today and it impacted you. You shake your head.

Sam moves over you to settle on the space next to you. He brings your body on top of his. His hands move up and under the hoodie, his hands resting on the waistline of your underwear.

“Married couple made some comments that made me feel down.” you mumble against his neck, not caring about the movie anymore.

“Well, I think they’re wrong, whoever thinks that is wrong, sweetheart. You are you, don’t let other people's opinions and comments bring you down ‘cause people who do that are assholes.”

You chuckle at his words at the name he used for those sort of people.

“The one of many, smallish things I want you to be is to be comfortable with yourself. Do things to make you you, don’t let people do that for you.” His hands cup your face to have you looking at him. “I love you for you.” His lips press against yours. “Can I show you how much I love you?” he mumbled against you. A simple nod is his answers.

In seconds, Sam has you on your back with the hoodie off and thrown at the ground somewhere before he begins to show his love for you in a way.

Hello love, I just read your Dean Winchester x Male reader with long hair story and as someone with long hair I must say that I absolutely loved it! I was wondering if I could request almost the same prompt but with Sam? I’m a major Sam boy and I can’t help but wonder what the sweet moose would do with a boyfriend with longer hair than him lol. I hope you’re doing well and have and amazing day/afternoon/night! <3

Hello back, love. I’m glad you loved that fic of Dean. Of course you can request this! And I’m doing well, thank you. I hope you’re well and have an amazing day/afternoon/night too! I'm sorry that this took long.

Long Hair Loving Moose

Stepping out of the bathroom and shaking your hair dry with a towel, the steam follows you out. 

On your way to your shared room with Sam, you see a glimpse of him walk inside already. A smile forms on your face. 

Once in, Sam looks up at you from the bottom of the bed. His eyes glance up and down at your body, seeing that you’re practically naked, except for the towel wrapped around your waist.

“Stop staring, it’s rude.” The words out of your mouth gets him out of his haze. 

Sam then tries to say something, but he stumbles over his words and wears a faint pink colour on his cheeks. “Do you want to brush my hair?” A nod is your answer.

Going to the set of drawers, you get out a pair of underwear. Letting the towel loose, you yelp at the impact you got on your ass. Sam has a sly smile on his face once you turned around to see him. His back is now leaning against the backrest of the bed. 

Once the underwear is slipped on, you sit yourself in between your husband’s legs, letting him weave his fingers through your wet strands before brushing them with the brush.

Feeling the brush go through your hair, you close your eyes. Sam’s spare hand has rested itself on your hip.

Once done, Sam puts the brush down and plaits your hair. You smile at the small gesture. “You didn’t have to do that.” You lean back into him once he's tied the end off.

“I know.” He plants his cheek on your bare shoulder, the tip of his nose against the side of your neck. “But I wanted to.”

Throwing your hair into a messy bun, you stand over the stove, flipping over the patties in the pan.

A body and its warmth embraces you from behind, its arms wrapped around your lower stomach. 

“Hey, honey.” You greet the moose of your husband. 

“Hi, baby.” One of his arms unwraps itself from you to tug your hair bun down.

“Sam, I need my hair up. It’s gonna get in the way.” You try to tie it back up, but it makes Sam whine in protest. 

Ignoring him, you bump him away with your butt to get the homemade fries out of the oven.

Once you’re back to your full height, Sam takes the hair tie back out, your hair falling over your shoulders. You gave up at trying to get Sam away from you.

Sitting in between Sam’s legs, who’s on the couch, you watch the random movie that’s on TV as Sam plays with a strand of your hair.

“Would you ever cut your hair?” he asked, getting your attention away from the screen.

Resting your head on his shoulder and your forehead against the side of his neck, you answer, “At some point, I will. Probably go for a trim or have it a little shorter. I won’t go for your short hair when we meet.”

“Oh, thank God.” He chuckles out, dropping his head to your shoulder. “I can’t imagine you having hair that short.”

“I might go for your recent hair.”

His arms tighten around your body, bringing it closer to his. “Please don’t cut your hair.”

“I’ll think about it.”

All I want rn is to live out a life with Sam Winchester where he doesn’t go back into hunting and actually becomes a lawyer and we have a cute little place together and dean and cas come over the visit and we order pizza and okay board games 🫶🫶

Research

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word Count: 701

Summary: Sam and the reader are doing research, and Dean plays matchmaker.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Happy birthday to our one and only Sam Winchester, who turns 33 today <3

“It’s just another haunting,” you announced as you relaxed against the back of the couch. You were sitting cross-legged with your laptop on your lap, leaning heavily against Sam’s shoulder. Sam was sitting next to you and you had taken it upon yourself to make him into a gigantic human pillow. You yawned and turned to stifle it in the flannel material of Sam’s red plaid shirt, and then you reached out and rubbed your eyes.

“I’ve been sitting here for nearly five hours, I’m beat,” you said, resting your head on Sam’s shoulder.

“You did a great job though,” Sam said. The praise got to you and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. You averted your gaze from the laptop screen, on which it was still fixed, and by pure luck it met Dean’s from across the room. Dean was sitting on a chair near the table, eating his pie and taking a break from the endless hours of research, but he was looking at you and Sam with a bright, teasing, spark in his eyes.

“Yeah, she did great, didn’t she, Sammy?” Dean asked his brother with a small smirk. You found the whole situation weird as Sam had been the first to congratulate you on a job well done.

Had you been looking up, you would have seen a blush colour Sam’s cheeks as he chanced a glance at you before glaring at his brother, a scowl on his features.

“Yes,” he grumbled, returning to his laptop and his own extra research.

It was half an hour later that you got up to stretch your sore limbs and grab a bite of something from the small kitchen of the motel room. Dean and Sam were both sitting in their chair and place on the sofa respectively, but the older Winchester immediately leaned forward and directed a smirk at his brother, who had shifted a little on the couch.

“Missing the cuddles already?” he asked teasingly, and this time you actually saw Sam blush and tell his brother to shut up. Suddenly feeling more eager to finish your toast and head back to Sam, you ate the rest of your dinner in almost one bit before heading back to Sam, curling up on the couch ever so slightly closer to him than you had been before.

Dean’s smirk could only widen at that. “I guess someone else is missing the cuddles too,” he said, the teasing glint still in his eyes as he chuckled softly.

The blush that coloured your cheeks was dark, and it only darkened when you leaned your head down to hide your face in Sam’s shirt.

“Over-eager, are we?” Dean’s voice sounded again, and the tease in it wasn’t helping at all.

“What’s your problem, Dean?” Sam finally managed to ask, trying and failing to fight down a blush.

“I don’t have a problem,” Dean quickly replied. “But you two obviously do. You’re so blind you just refuse to see what’s in front of you,” he said, motioning at both you and Sam. “You like each other. A lot. You’re welcome,” with that, he got up and stalked out of the motel room while you were just left staring incredulously at Sam.

Sam was the one courageous enough to speak up. “Is what Dean said true?” he asked cautiously, and you could only nod because yes, what Dean had said was one hundred percent correct.

“You?” you asked back in a small voice, scared of what the answer might be.

But you got no reply, at least none in spoken words. Instead, he leaned closer to you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he pulled you in for a slow, gentle kiss that left your lips tingling and your stomach tightening with excitement and nerves. You ran your hand through his hair and pushed him back so that he was on the back on the couch and you were kissing him with kisses that because increasingly rough.

Your breath was taken away as his hands ran up and down your sides and his lips continued to attack yours. It was magical. It was perfect. It was exactly what you’d always dreamed of.

Guys I promise

Okay so here I am apologising to you all for a delay in part two of my dean fic. I have been busy with school and sorting out my room, funerals and christenings. The whole nine yards. I'm trying to get back into the flow of updating and posting Fifa once a week so if you have a request just send it over. ALSO. I want to get to know my followers so please talk to me I won't bite this time I promise

Hesitant Green Eyes ( Rescue Mission pt2, DeanxReader)

Part I

A/N: Guys this is a supernatural imagine/one shot. i have inspiration.. so yah. Also i’d like to say thank you to Winchesterimagine for following this blog!.Please dont spoil spn for me.. im only up to the second episode of season four.. im slow.

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pairing; ReaderxDean

Warnings: swearing,maybe smut.., mentions of a praise kink?  , and i don’t know what else

*THIS IS SET AFTER THE EPISODE IN SEASON TWO WITH THE DJINN. IT’S NOT AN ACTUAL EPISODE, THIS COMPLETELY FROM MY IMAGINATION. THE WINCHESTERS AND BOBBY BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF SPN.*

After those words had spilled from Dean’s mouth, he left. He and Sam still camped out at Bobby’s but you rarely saw them. 

Today was a good day, you felt normal again. You felt healed and you should after a week of resting. Your mind never rested though, Dean was occupying it. 

You woke from your peaceful sleep by a thudding against the bedroom door. A groan slipped from your lips as you rolled over and tried to muffle the sound with one of the many pillows on the bed. You shoved the cream coloured, decorative, pillow over your head and closed your eyes again. 

Unfortunately, whoever it was didn’t get the hint. You heard the feet scuffing along the wood floors, getting closer to the bed. After a small peak out of the pillow, you saw the long, messy, brown hair and instantly knew who it was, Sammy. 

You grunted and launched the pillow in his direction, Causing a soft thud and a chuckle to sound through the room. 

“Y/N, get up. I’m taking you to breakfast” Sam said gently as he slowly inched his hand toward your shoulder, his long fingers splaying across your skin. 

You grumbled and lifted your head, your hair falling in your face as you glare up at Sam.

“You never take me for breakfast,Sam.” You groaned, your voice scratchy. “What gives?” 

Sam just shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Can’t I do something nice for once?” He flicked your forehead as you sat up, keeping the bed sheet clutched around your body.

You brushed your Y/C/H from your face and rubbed your eyes, ridding them of sleep. You looked up at Sam and smiled gratefully. 

“Thank you, Sam.” You leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek bone. “Let me just get ready..” 

You internally laughed as Sam took in the way you had the sheet clutched to your body, hiding your skin from him. A deep blush rose up his neck as he stuttered slightly to explain himself.

“I-I um, Y/N I didn’t realize that you were.. uh” Sam blinked rapidly as he backed away from your bed.

A laugh fell from your lips as he quickly left the room, leaving you to yourself. You quickly grabbed your robe and slipped it on. You grabbed the necessities and made your way to the bathroom, glancing at the guest room door with a small frown. You missed Dean. 

Shower time was thinking time. You thought about the countless times you had hunted with the boys, with Dean.. You wanted to speak to him but you didn’t know how. Your feelings for Dean had developed from a crush to full blown love. 

You closed your eyes as you massaged the shampoo into your hair and scalp. Your mind was filled with those green eyes, his green eyes. The way they watched you when you cleant your guns, the way he looked at you proudly when you sassed somebody, when you got something right. The way he praised you and looked at you made you want be good for him, just for Dean. Most of all, you wanted Dean to look at you like he looked at pie. 

You let out a slight squeal as someone opened the bathroom door, you were thankful for the frosted glass of the shower. You could just about make out a pair of bow legs and broad shoulders, the short hair was a give-away. 

“Dean!” You gasped, “Get out!” A deep chuckle echoed through the bathroom.

“Sorry, Y/N/N. I didn’t know you were in here” Dean laughed but didn’t leave.

He began to brush his teeth, using his free hand to rub the steam off the mirror. You listened for a few seconds, trying to hear if he left or not. Dean was looking in the mirror at the shower, your silhouette visible through the frosted glass. His pupils dilated as he looked at the curves where your waist went to your hips. 

Dean was caught off guard when you opened the shower door and peeked your head out. He pretended to look at his teeth in the mirror. 

“Dean, if you’re not going to get out, can you pass me the towel?” You asked quietly.

Dean inhaled sharply and turned around, “Not a please?” He grinned and reached out to grab the soft, brown towel.

A dark blush coated your cheeks as you felt his eyes follow a water droplet that travelled down your neck. 

Your voice came out as a whisper, “Please, Dean” You breathed.

Dean raised an eyebrow and outstretched his hand toward you. “Good girl,” He praised as you took the towel, noticing how your eyes darkened slightly. “Wouldn’t wanna forget manners” He winked and turned to exit the bathroom.

You leant against the tiled wall next to you, your breathing shallow. “ Oh my god..” You mumbled quietly. 

You sighed and wrapped the towel around you before stepping out of the shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and ran your fingertips over the jagged scar on your left collar bone. You had gotten it on your first hunt, you just didn’t move quick enough. It messed with your self esteem allot. Always poked out of your shirts. 

You sighed and began to brush your teeth, one hand holding the towel tightly. You nodded to yourself and creaked open the bathroom door. You sprinted to your own room, ignoring the raised eyebrow you got from Dean. You dressed quickly in dark blue jeans, brown boots, a white polo shirt. 

Humming, You left your room with your leather jacket in your hands. You walked into Bobby’s dining room and kissed his cheek.

“Morning Bobby, Where’s Sammy?” You asked quietly as you sat yourself next to Dean. 

Bobby looked up from his paper and smiled, “He’s gettin’ ready, Darlin’” He mumbled before turning back to the article he was reading. 

Dean glanced at you, briefly looking up from his research. “Y/N, can you bring me back some pie?”

You nodded, hiding the brush that rose on your cheeks as you recalled the scene in the bathroom.

The corner of his lips turned to a smirk, his eyes catching your blush. He knew.

A sigh of relief left your lips when Sam entered the room. You abruptly shot up from your seat next to dean and bolted for the door. Sam’s eyebrow were raised in question as he followed. Once the two of you were seated comfortably in the Impala, Sam turned to you with a smirk.

“What is going on with you and my brother?” He questioned, his smirk only grew when you stumbled over your words.

Leaning back against the seat, you inwardly groaned.You knew there was a reason why Sam wanted to get you breakfast. It wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart at all. 

“Sam.. Nothing is going on..” You mumbled quietly. “There never will be” 

Sam quickly glanced to you in realization. “You like him?” Sam pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. “Tell him” 

Your eyes widened as you stared at Sam as if he had three heads.”And get knocked down? Sam, he’s not the girlfriend type, okay..” You looked down at your hands, feeling your throat close slightly.

“ Y/N, He told me what he said to you. Dean’s feelings will never change towards you.” Sam sighed and started the engine again.

An hour or two later, you exited the Impala back at Bobby’s. A clang of something metal drew your attention to one of the cars in the yard. There you saw Dean’s legs poking out from underneath it. You slowly walked towards him, a small container in your hands. 

You stood at the ends of his feet. “ Dean..” you called gently

Dean slid out from under the car, sweat beads gliding down his face and neck. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he stared up at you.

“Did you get my pie,Sweets?” He asked as he picked up a rag to wipe his hands of grease.

Breathless you held up the container in your hands making Dean smile praisingly at you. He stood slowly, a slight smirk on his moist lips. He was so close now. His hands raised from his sides to grab the container, purposely brushing his fingertips over your wrist as he took it from your trembling hands. He placed the pie on the hood of the car he was working on. He turned back to you, his eyes swimming with something you couldn’t identify.

“ Thank you,” He rasped. “ Why are you so good to me,Y/N” He said proudly.

Dean walked closer, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick over his bottom lip, his eyes were roaming your body. Your chest was rising and falling in slight pants, you weren’t exhausted. You were effected by him. You tried not to let out a moan as he praised you, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as Dean’s left hand rose to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your thighs tensed, trying to stop the spur of arousal that coarser through you every time he touched you.

Dean let his hand lay on your chest, over your heart, feeling the fast thrum of your heart. “Your heart is beating so fast” He teased. “What’s wrong?” He asked even though he knew.

Dean knew you was reacting to him. The way he praises you, the way he looks at you. You stood silent, teeth still gnawing at your lip. You nearly choked on your breath when Dean ran his thumb over your bottom lip, unhooking it from your teeth. He loved it. Your flustered and bewildered expression. He stared at you bottom lip which was red and plump from your teeth. His right hand slid around your waist and pulled you flush against his body, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. A muted whimper left your throat as his left hand ran over the span of your stomach and to your hip, gripping it firmly.

“ You think I haven’t noticed?” His hot breath fanned against your neck making you shiver. “The way you respond to me when I tell you how good you are” Dean gently kissed your ear.

You raised your hands to grip his shoulders as he lightly pushed his pelvis against yours. “Oh my god.” Your head dropped into Dean’s neck in a result of his grinding hips.

“Aren’t you a good girl… Being so responsive for me” Dean growled lowly into your ear.

You put a hand on both of his cheeks and lifted his head so he looked you in the eye. “Dean, please” You panted. “ Please kiss me”

Your beg seemed to break his slow torture. Dean slid his left hand around your back to bring you even closer whilst his right hand weaved through your hair to hold your head firmly. He leant in slowly, his eyes locking with yours. He could see the lust in your stare. The way your breathing stopped and got stuck in your throat and the way your hands balled his black t-shirt in fists. Your lips were so so close. They just lightly brushed over each other ready to be sealed in a heat of passion, They were so close inching even closer when-

“Dean! I think we got a case!“ Sam boomed from Bobby’s porch, his eyes scanning the yard for him.

Dean cursed loudly and stood up straight. “For fuck sake,Sammy” He growled angrily. “ We will finish this later and that’s a promise.” He leant down and crashed his lips against your own.

He hurriedly moved his lips against yours. He didn’t want to have to wait hours or even weeks for a moment like this again. He knew that if he tasted you now, he wouldn’t be able to hold I off until later.

With that thought, Dean left you standing felling breathless and needy and standing in the yard.

Hahaha my Dean fic

Part three of my Dean fic is gonna literally be pure filth.... If you guys want part three?

Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader

Part 1. Part 2.

A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..

Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know. 

You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read. 

Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you. 

“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.

Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.

“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.

You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.

“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room. 

Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.

In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.

You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle. 

You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept. 

“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.

A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.

“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg. 

Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you. 

“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.

You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.

His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies. 

Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.

You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor. 

“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy. 

Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips. 

Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it.  You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind. 

Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him. 

“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.

“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.

He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides. 

A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh. 

A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach. 

Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.

You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be” 

Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.

He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed. 

You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall. 

Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed. 

You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb. 

He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.

You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.

“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.

You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”

So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!

₊˚⊹♡ letting you | sam winchester x reader

a/n - this might be the fastest i’ve ever written a fic??? it’s pure filth so that might be why but LMAO, i love love love the idea of soft dom sam sm he melts my brain, hopefully this is good!! getting back into writing after taking a break from being sick bc my brain wouldn’t work. special thanks to my friend who helped me brainstorm the delicious idea ilysm !! <3

cws - fem!reader, 1.6k, nsfw 18+, softdom!sam, sub!reader, cockwarming, masturbation, praise, kinda unedited

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The only thing she could hear was Sam’s soft breathing, and the soft tap tap tap of his laptop keys behind her.

If she paid close enough attention, she could hear the way his shirt rustled when he moved his arms, the soft fluttering of book pages being turned, but her focus wasn’t really attainable, it was slipping through her fingers with each excruciating moment that she was sat there.

Sam shifted in his seat out of a pure intention to get comfortable, and his cock nudged deeper inside of her wet heat, dragged a soft gasp from her lips, which just earned her a soft “shh, honey” against the shell of her ear.

It had been her fault that she was in that position in the first place. She’d been a little too needy with Sam when he was trying to research, and on her third attempt at trying to initiate a — much needed, mind you — make out, he’d grabbed her hips and tugged her into his lap facing him. His voice had been a little stern as he told her to pull his cock out, and the tone of his voice alone had her cunt clenching around nothing as she quickly did as she’d been asked. She knew that voice, she’d had it in her ear most nights, whispered against her throat, against the plush of her thighs. It meant he was in control.

Sam had sat back from the library's table for enough time for her to pull his cock out and pull aside her panties, sank down onto him with a soft moan, but before she could move he grabbed her hips tightly, kept her still.

“Don’t move,” he’d dipped his head down and kissed her throat, pulse fluttering beneath his lips. “Stay there while I finish up and I’ll take care of you after, hm?”

If she was feeling a bit more bratty she would’ve whined or complained or just moved anyways, but his voice in her ear and his hands on her hips had her head spinning, so she just nodded and tucked her head against his throat as he leaned over her to continue what he was doing, completely focused, as if he wasn’t buried deep inside her pussy at that moment.

That had been twenty minutes ago.

It was becoming torturous.

Sam was unfairly skilled at keeping composed. He was also unfairly skilled at winding her up. Those two went hand in hand, it seemed, because each second that passed just worked her up more and more. All she could focus on was the warmth of his body pressed to hers, his cock nestled deep inside of her, the lack of stimulation. When she’d came out to the library with her attempt at bothering him, she’d craved a genuine release, not this.

Her hips shifted slightly and she squeezed her eyes shut, huffed out a soft “Sammy” against his throat when that slight movement was enough for her pussy to throb around him.

“Stay still.” He murmured without as much of a look in her direction. She glanced up at him and his eyes were locked forwards, pupils shifting left to right as he read whatever was displayed on his laptop screen. Tap tap tap, more pages turned, more reading, rinse, repeat. He was killing her.

Barely a minute had passed before she made another soft sound against the warm skin of his throat, lips brushing his neck, “Baby please-”

“My hands are busy, sweetheart,” his voice was so nonchalant it drove her up the wall. “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

Her eyes squeezed shut as she huffed against his throat again. “Can you just take a break?”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, I’m almost done, you’ll just have to wait,” he tsked, a hand briefly pet her hair, the touch so light it was like he was purposely depriving her of any stimulation. “If you’re that needy, you have two hands of your own, baby. Sort yourself out until I’m finished with this.”

She released a shuddered breath against his throat, squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. It wasn’t the answer she’d wanted.

“Hey,” one of his hands came up to the side of her neck and he pressed his thumb against her jaw, tilted her head back until he could meet her eyes. “I told you I’d sort you out once I finished, didn’t I?”

She nodded, bit the inside of her cheek.

“So isn’t it nice of me that I’m letting you get yourself off in the meantime?”

Letting you. Her cunt throbbed again.

“Yeah.” She whispered.

Sam leaned down and kissed her, just a soft little peck, and somehow it just riled her up more. “I’ll be done soon. Go ahead and sort yourself out for me, sweetheart.”

He let go of her jaw and moved his arms to the table again, continued tapping at his laptop, and her eyes scrunched closed again as she tipped forward and rested her forehead against his throat. But she was so needy that she didn’t think twice about following his instructions. One hand stayed tucked at his waist, fingers curled into the soft material of his flannel, and her other reached between them and tucked under the material of her shirt, fingering at the waistband of her panties until she slipped beneath those too, and she was so fucking wet that she was undoubtedly making a mess of his jeans from just sitting there.

Her fingers dipped down, pressed against her clit, and she shuddered as the stimulation made her clench around his cock deliciously. She pressed her fingers forwards again, started to shamelessly rub herself, exhaled soft little moans and sighs against his throat.

Before she could do anything else Sam’s voice was in her ear again, “Quiet, sweetheart. You’re meant to be letting me work, don’t make me tell you to stop.”

Her jaw clenched as she exhaled shakily, eyes squeezed shut, and she huffed a breath against his throat as she took a moment to compose herself. Now that she’d started touching herself, it’d just be a torture to stop, so she just nodded against his throat with the intent to keep herself quiet.

It took a moment for her to settle on a pace. She was a bit too needy with it, her hand squished between their bodies, knuckles pressed to his hard muscles each time she shifted her hand, but eventually she settled into a pace that had her eyes rolled back and squeezed shut, the fingers of her other hand curled tightly into the material of his flannel.

She circled her clit with the pads of her fingers again and again, but it was the feeling inside of her every time her cunt clenched around his cock that made it hard for her to keep quiet. She was half tempted to bite down on his collar to shut herself up, but Sam seemed to be letting her get away with the slight gasps and whimpers that she couldn’t stop herself letting up.

It took an embarrassingly short time for her to get close — her forehead was pressed to his throat, hot breaths puffed out against his skin, trying not to shift her hips as she rubbed at her clit with a need that thrummed within her veins. Her jaw clenched and she held her breath, eyes squeezed shut tighter as she worked herself closer.

“Breathe,” Sam’s breath tickled her ear as he spoke softly. She had a tendency to hold her breath when she came sometimes if she was especially worked up — she didn’t even know Sam was paying attention. She took a shuddery breath, and he murmured a soft, “that’s it.”

It only took a few more circles on her clit before she came and she grit her teeth, huffed out a sharp breath through her nose as the feeling washed over her. Her cunt pulsed in pleasure, waves that kept her rubbing at her clit until it felt too much, and when she finally stopped she was breathing sharply against his neck. Her hand was a bit cramped, fingers wet, heartbeat drumming, but the release felt so nice after she’d been so worked up.

“Good girl,” Sam crooned, and she could’ve cum again at the tone of his voice. “Good girl. Did that help?”

She nodded against his throat, relaxed into his front.

“Yeah?” He asked. “Are you gonna keep still until I’m finished now?”

She nodded again.

“Baby,” she felt his hand smooth up her back until his fingers delicately tangled in her hair, only enough to pull her head back to look at him. “I wanna hear you say it.”

She blinked a few times up at him. He was so devastatingly handsome, it wasn’t fair. “I’ll keep still,” she mumbled, face feeling far too hot. “Promise.”

“Oh, you promise?” She didn’t miss the teasing edge to his words, the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

She nodded again. “Yeah, Sammy.”

“Good girl,” he praised once more, and was nice enough to give her a proper kiss that time. It still wasn’t what she craved — she didn’t feel his tongue in her mouth, he didn’t kiss her until she went dizzy — but it was nicer and kinder than a little peck. “Ten minutes and I’m all yours.”

She settled back into his chest as he went back to work, comfy to just rest against him in her post-orgasm euphoria, happy to wait the ten minutes until he was finished. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked her on the library table that week.

sam winchester piss kink

I'm about to write a blurb about this

sam winchester piss kink

me looking at my missing assignments (i am not finishing nor turning that shit in!!!!)

i need to feel sam winchester's body weight pressing down on me from where he's halfway laying on me while we're half asleep because he just wants to keep me close and feel me

hot and maybe controversial take but i want to make early seasons sam winchester hold his piss and make him whimper while i edge him

you’re starting to make me have a piss kink. and i desperately NEED it with sam. IM TIRED OF BEING JUDGED YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME 😔😔😔

i just left my english class to respond to this I LOVE YOU AND IT'S OKAY, I WAS IN DENIAL AND EMBARRASSED OF MY PISS KINK BUT SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO GIVE IN. NO JUDGEMENT HERE GUYS EMBRACE YOUR KINKS. ESPECIALLY THE WEIRD ONES. THEY MAKE YOU SPECIAL!!!!

i also need piss kink with sam i honestly want him to piss in me and on me and just cover me and fill me with his fluids 😔