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Morning Sam Girls

Today’s Theme: Curls

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Love love love love love this! So heartwarming and sweet! Thank you for such an awesome story!

I Wanna Go Back

Square(s) Filled: Firefighter!Dean for @spnaubingo - Joshua for @heavenandhellbingo - Afterlife!AU for @spnfluffbingo2019

Warnings: Major character injury, description of injuries (not graphic), regrets, doubt, and a heaping dose of fluff

Summary: Dean is badly injured on the job and gets a glimpse of his past that makes him realize a few things. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2652

Written for: @spnaubingo @spnfluffbingo2019 @heavenandhellbingo

Beta’d by: @iwantthedean - I miss your face! @hannahindie - thank you always! and @muchamusedaboutnothing - thank you so much for your kind words! 

A/N: I have admired @muchamusedaboutnothing for a while now and I used her as a beta for the first time on this piece, but with comments like this, I just might use her ALL THE TIME!  This was fantastic! I love how much depth and characterization and story you were able to comfortably fit into a story of this length. And the inclusion of all the other characters just rounded the whole thing out. Thank you so very much for letting me have this sneak peek. I absolutely adore this story! You rocked this, girl.

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“Winchester! Do you copy? I said get out of there!” Chief Singer screamed through his walkie.

“I’ve got the kid Chief, I’m on my w-” Dean coughed then his radio cut out just as an explosion rumbled through the four story apartment building, bringing most of it down.

“Winchester?” Chief Singer screamed into his walkie again with no response.

Sam Winchester, Dean’s brother, ran toward the burning rubble, Benny, Cas, and Jody hot on his heels. Chief Singer shouted at everyone to stay back, but none of them listened. Typical of his crew.

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“Dean, baby, if you can hear me. I’m here, okay? I’m not mad, I just want you healthy and back home with me,” Y/N whispered. She had been sitting by Dean’s bedside since he got out of surgery. The prognosis wasn’t good.

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After I had my thyroid removed from cancer and went without the body chemicals to have a metabolism in order to have any remaining tissue fried out with radiation, I began to gain weight. Getting chubby was part of my victory. Cancer free for almost 2 years! (60lb heavier than my diagnosis day too)

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His stuff is part of the original music used in campaign 1 of Critical Role, like even in the character background clips!

there should be a tax that youtubers pay where 1.5% of all of their revenue goes back to Kevin Macleod for basically supplying YouTube with it’s own soundtrack.

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Thanks to Siri, Alexa and Google a whole generation of children will associate female voices with infinite knowledge.

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Dean: Hey, Y/N?

Y/N: hm?

Dean: Are you related to Yoda? Because-

Y/N: If your next words are ‘yodalicious,’ I’m kicking you out.

Dean: …you’re about the same height…

Y/N: *narrows eyes*

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All I want is slow mornings with four cups of coffee and the love of my life next to me

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Anti anxiety.

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why does it feel like I’m in a race with every 18-25 yr old on earth and I’m losing

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Can we skip to the part where I’m wearing my husbands tshirt flipping pancakes in a pretty house with a good job and two big dogs

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Two Jack Lake

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Never Too Old

A/N: Congrats on 2000 followers, Katy. (From @katymacsupernatural) This is for your If You Wish Upon a Star Challenge. My prompt was number eighteen: “you’re never too old to be young.” From Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Also a random new abbreviation: Y/F/C – Your Favorite Color

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Sad Sammy

Pairings: Sam/Reader

Music Insp: Play On – Paloma Faith

(Gif is not mine)

Story:

You had the day marked on your calendar every year since you had met them, and it had become more and more important as you fell for him, and finally he became yours. Today that day circled so vigorously in your favorite (Y/F/C) pen had come. It was Sam’s birthday.

               The day had started with his favorite breakfast, prepared by Dean while you two went for a run and rousing birthday greetings, followed by Charlie, Jody, and Cass dropping in to cut a cake and give him gifts later that day. He seemed happy and played along with it, but you knew your Sam. Something was up, and you were bound and determined to get to the bottom of it.

               You waited until you two were getting ready for bed, and when he shuffled out of the shower, towel hanging sinfully low on his hips, you finally pounced.

               “Did you have a good day?” You kept it casual, just making conversation as you two were known to do before bed from time to time.

               “Yeah, it was a really good day.” He murmured with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You guys were so sweet with all you did.”

               “But?” You looked at him, moving to stand in front of and face him.

               “What makes you think that there is a but?” He looked at you with genuine surprise.

               “Sam, I know you and Dean like the back of my hand, so I know when you’re faking or feeding me crap.” You said flatly. He simply blinked at you. “What’s got you down? Why wasn’t it actually a good day?”

               “Y/N, I am doing nothing but getting older. I’m not as spry as when I was in college. I ache and suffer more than in years past. I’m getting old, there’s no way to get around it.” His shoulders slumped as he finally revealed what had bothered him in the face of his own birthday. “What happens when my age gets between us? I’m no spring chicken anymore, Y/N.” He had placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at you in a way that made you bound and determined to prove your mammoth boyfriend wrong.

               “Sam-“ you started, before placing a kiss on his forehead, followed by trailing kisses along his temple, jaw, and finally his lips, a sweet kiss shared between the two of you. “You are not by any means old yet. You move with more agility than someone half your age” You kissed at his neck, arms rubbing soothing circles along his biceps as he continued to hold you, tensing up at the touch. “You ache from the abuse hunting puts on you; that it puts on all of us, no matter what the age.” You let your hands wander strong curves of his muscled arms as you pleaded your point with your eyes. “And Sam, you are by no means an old man when it comes to us.” And with that, you vigorously pressed your lips to his, your tongue teasing at his lips and eliciting a groan as your hands traced the sculpted planes of his chest, pausing every now and then to tease at his nipples, drawing more and more aroused sounds.

               “Y/N.” He groaned and bucked upwards as your fingers again brushed across the sensitive flesh. He quickly moved to push you down onto the bed behind you, looming above you with lust in his eyes, and practically ripping the sports bra you wore off your body before pausing with realization at what was happening.

               “Sam.” You said, bringing your hand to his chin, causing him to look you in the eye. “Please. You are not too old. You are never too old to be young, by any means. Age is merely a number.” His eyes fell from yours for a moment. Then he kissed you, slow and gentle.  When he broke the kiss, there was a familiar light in his eyes, a light that had your body tingling in a way that made want to squeeze your legs together. “Please, Sam.” You breathed.

               He did nothing but nod, his calluses making tingling friction against your skin as his hands explored your body, finally pulling away your thin boy shorts. You pushed off his towel, leaving the two of you bare to one another, a sight neither of you could tire of.  Your own hands wandered, brushing against the tender skin of his balls, causing him to whimper as he pressed kisses along your neck and jawline. The thick muscles of his arms tensing with the touch, and his stubble scratching deliciously at your skin. You arched your body into the hands of your boyfriend, silently begging for more. He gave in as you continued to tease him, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples and causing you to let out a breathy moan. You moved up to his erect member, gently stroking him with your fingers. With each slip of your fingers over his head, he bucked his hips towards you while his own hands began to tease at your clit.

               The sensation was warm and welcome, rhythmic pulsations coursing from your core, up and down your spine. You let yourself get lost in the feeling and in your ministrations upon your boyfriend, the sensations all pushing you closer and closer to an edge that you fell over with a slew of pleasure ridden sounds. Your mind was swamped as he continued farther into you with his fingers, dipping into the hot slick that made his digits slide with a delicious glide in and out as he teased you and tugged at your g-spot, making you beg.

               “Sam, please oh god please!” your voice betrayed how undone his actions made you.

               “Please what, y/n?” He purred in a sinfully smoky voice, his fingers never ceasing to pull you to another climax. “What do you need from me? What is it you want?”

               “I need you inside me, I want you to fuck me like never before.” You practically whined as he did something with his fingers. You couldn’t quite describe it, except for being a magic touch because as he did with a low feral sound, you came, oaths falling from your kiss swollen lips.

               He pulled away from you long enough to roll a condom down his erection before positioning his large frame above you. He let out a noise of pleasure as he slowly pushed into your core, eliciting small whimpers from you with every inch. Once balls deep did he finally begin to move, building just the right amount of friction for the both of you, slow at first but then faster to the pace you both loved, pushing you at breakneck to yet another orgasm, and then a quick second on its heels while yours were hooked behind his back. The sensation of skin on skin and the heat of your bodies washed over your consciousness while your whole person floated in the phenomenal shockwaves that each thrust Sam made, lighting up your nerves light a lightning strike.

               Then, he stopped, one of his large hand hooking under your thigh, urging your leg back around his torso, stretching upward so your heel rested on his shoulder, and then the other. He rocked his hips experimentally, immediately ripping a deep and wanton moan from your chest. Sam began to build his pace again, one hand running up and down your leg while the other rested on the other ankle.

               “Play with yourself, Y/N.” He growled, hips still rocking into your g-spot in a new extreme of pleasure. You quickly obliged, a hand teasing at one of your nipples in the way you liked best while the other you used to swirl around your clit, making you come without warning, harder than any orgasm before. “I’m getting close, baby.” He told you. “Don’t stop what you’re doing to yourself.”  You obliged, a litany of curses and his name spilling over your lips and into the air, mingling with the sound of bodies grinding and the smell of sex. “Come with me, okay?” His thrusts were getting erratic now and you felt his body tense under your legs. Then came the word you both seemed to be bracing for.

“NOW.” And with that your vision went white briefly and you could feel him twitch slightly inside you, both of you continuing to writhe together through the aftershocks.

As you came down, Sam gently moved your legs off his shoulders, and pulled out, rolling onto the bed to lie next to you. He pulled you close and took deep breaths, steadying his racing heart as you did the same, enjoying the warmth of the man beside you.

“Not bad, old man.” You teased after a few peaceful moments. Sam raised his head and squinted at you.

“Who are you calling old? You’re never too old to be young.” He shot back. You laughed and cuddled back into the man you loved, kissing his cheek and enjoying the afterglow in his arms.

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When I tell people to delete anon hate, to not publish it, it’s not me saying “ignore it and it’ll stop; don’t fight back.” It is 100% petty and spiteful. Honestly, I can’t think of anything better than the person who sent the hate obsessively checking your blog and refreshing and refreshing, waiting for you to reply, and getting increasingly frustrated when the ask they so masterfully crafted never pops up & you just keep posting cute pictures of your pets and talking about how nice your day was.

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Locks & Doors

Title: Locks and Doors

Tags: @winchester-writes

Music Insp: Down – Marian Hill

Prompt: Abnormal Vodka – “You could have at least locked the door!”

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: Drinking, smut, swearing, unprotected sex (please use condoms in the real world!) Pairings: Sam x Reader

A/N: Happy Birthday, Rose! I really hope this does your 21st justice! Enjoy!

Story:

For two long months you had been confined to the backseat of the Impala and whatever grubby motel that the boys had opted to stay in as you three had been on hunt after hunt after hunt, all back to back. You were done, fed up, tired, and far too sober as you three finally shambled like the living dead back through the much missed door of the bunker. You personally had made a beeline first for the liquor cabinet, and then straight to your room, leaving the brothers to their own devices. You’d had enough of them, and trying to act cool around Sam in close quarters for a while.

Upon entering your room and tossing down your bags, you took a few quick nips of the vodka in your hands. Nothing tasted better than Abnormal in your opinion. After digging out and docking your I-pod on shuffle, you decided to hit the showers and thanked every possible entity for a steady pressurized flow of steaming hot water as track after track of your favorite playlist filled the background.

Being on an opposite dorm wing from the boys you traipsed back into your room without a second thought of your body being concealed by nothing but a thin towel. The music flowing through you and the alcohol you were steadily consuming starting to take its effect by the tingling in your toes and the light swirls in your head, a new idea popped like a firework on a dark sky into your head… ‘it’s been a while... a long while since you’ve had this time to yourself… or since you’ve taken care of your urges… now may be the time…’ Who were you to argue with your own body when you were tying one on anyways? Sighing deeply and with pure relaxation you moved your I-pod from its dock to playing through your headphones as you relaxed into your much missed memory foam mattress.

With your favorite Marian Hill track thrumming through your ears, and nothing but a ratty shirt of Sam’s that you stole partially clothing your otherwise naked body, you started at your neck, swirling your fingers along the sensitive skin, tracing your body, going lower and lower to your breasts, just waiting for a tease, the chance to become hard and peaked. You pinched and rolled the tiny buds between your thumbs and index fingers until they were firm, and a small, wanton moan escaped your lips from the feeling. You paused and took a very long drag from the steadily emptying bottle. Next your fingers scraped along the curves of your ribcage and waist, fingers ghosting the outside of your navel, headed on a meandering path towards one spot. Your mind wandered as you began to float from present consciousness through the music and sensations. You imagined it wasn’t your fingers tracing every curve of your body, but the giant, callused hands of your best friend as his eyes were darkened with lust at the way your body would arch for him when his fingers would brush over the mound at the apex of your legs.

More unintelligible noises made their way through your lips as your fingers traced teasingly at your folds, your mind still imagining them to be Sam’s digits, you could almost hear his breath in your ear, heavy and smoky as he spoke filth into it; and as you finally gave in, a finger dipping into the already slick heat of your core, you called out his name without any realization as you began a slow and teasing pace with your fingers, swirling along your clit and occasionally dipping deeper within yourself, as your mind was lost in the heat of the moment. ---

--- Down the hallway, though, a large frame was making his own trek from the showers to his room when he heard something soft, floating from the hall he knew you resided in. “Sam.” Unsure of what to do, he decided to see why his name had been called, thinking you were just unpacking or settling in, not truly expecting what he would see behind your door. He had knocked softly when he reached room number 21, before opening the door, and what he saw had him rock solid in a second flat but also any kind of embarrassed imaginable. ---

You were so wrapped up in you ministrations that you didn’t hear that knock, hell, you barely even noticed the door opening, but when you clearly saw the face of your best friend in its frame, you froze, legs still wide open and fingers still inside yourself, the near brink now nonexistent. You sputtered for a moment, mind blank with shock and embarrassment before you scrambled to cover yourself and chuck a pillow at him while he ducked his head trying to hide his own shock.

“WHAT THE HELL, SAM?” You screeched. Your face was bright red and so were his ears, peeping out from those long locks you had just been fantasizing about.

“I-I heard my name and came to- I knocked- YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST LOCKED THE DOOR!” He hollered back, body tensing and his eyes boring into you with a hint of anger seeping into his embarrassment. “How the fuck am I supposed to know you’re doing th- wait. Were- were you thinking of me while you did that?” He cautiously asked, face still red, but not as red as yours.

               “And if I was? What does it matter?” your voice, filled with embarrassed rage, emanated, though slightly muffled, from the pillow your head was ducked in. You heard gentle footfalls as his bare feet padded over the hardwood floor, followed by the feeling of another sitting at the edge of his mattress. A hand brushed your shoulder.

               “It matters because now I don’t feel as bad about doing the same while thinking of you. You are a very sexy woman, and to see that;” His arm slid softly down your arm and he pulled your hand away from your pillow, and right to a very obvious bulge in his boxers. “Is extremely arousing.” You slowly pulled your head from your pillow, a blush still dusting your cheeks as you felt your own arousal return at what was just beneath your fingers. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

               “Shoot.” You croaked, your eyes glued to his, while he licked his lips and swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob slightly.

               “Did you get off?”

               “Wh-what?”

               “Did you get to come? Or did I interrupt…” He trailed off, a slight pink to his cheeks again.

               “Oh, um. No. I was al-almost there when you ah-“

               “Gotcha. Can I help you? It’s the least I can do. I’m not expecting anything back, but it’s not fair that y-“ You cut off his embarrassed rambling with a kiss, flavored with the vodka that had not long ago washed over your tongue. You let your hands do the talking as your liquor fogged mind tried to wrap itself around the whole situation. You were about to have sex with Sam Winchester, your best friend. Weren’t there complications that could come up? Fuck them, you’d deal with that later. Your one hand palmed his erection through the thin fabric veiling it from your sight while the other snaked into his hair, your fingers ever so gently carding through the locks once they reached their destination. He groaned into the kiss before breaking it and pushing your form back down into the mattress as he took and positioned himself above you, straddling your waist in a way that put every one of your imagined scenarios to shame.

               “Sam.” You whispered. He smirked and began to slowly unbutton your shirt the rest of the way.

               “I was wondering where this one had gotten to.” He purred, you blushed. “It looks so hot on you, Y/N, just seeing you in it makes me that much harder.” You let out a groan as his knuckles brushed against your breasts from outside the cloth of the old flannel.

               “Please.” A single mewl escaped from your mouth as a prayer while his fingers moved like whispers along every inch of your body. You arched your hips up against his erection, making him growl and begin his relentless teasing of your breasts. Your mind exploded with the sensations flying through you, up the spine to the brain, but more so down to the now dripping heat of your core. Your arms came up and began tracing every hill and valley of his muscular arms, nails lightly scratching the skin, eliciting small goosebumps on his flesh. The moans in your mouth were becoming impossible to swallow back anymore, as one after another rolled off your tongue, interlaced with his name. At the same time his hands abandoned the peaks of your erect nipples and began their journey down to the apex of your thighs, not hesitating to tease or torment, but for him to immediately begin pumping his fingers in and out of your core, hitting your g-spot time after time after time.

               “Ohhh God. Ohh Sam, God, Sam PLEASE” You begged, the shockwaves of the pleasure his fingers brought to your body slamming through you like tidal waves, and you were rapidly approaching an orgasm you were sure to be mind shattering. Your hands clenched around his arms as you shook and he spoke one command that was soaked with arousal and want.

               “Come.” And so you did, body arching a seizing up into him as you saw stars. His fingers worked you through the orgasm and the waves that came after the initial peak before he withdrew and hastily began pushing down his own boxers to reveal a massive erection that was flushed and leaking precome at the tip.

               “Fill me up, Sam. I want you inside me.” You whispered breathily to him as you stroked a single finger along his nipple, causing him to tense and slightly lean into your touch.

               “Do you have any-“

               “I’m on the pill. Just. Get. Inside. Me. Now.” You cut him off, punctuating each word with a stroke of his dick with your free hand, he groaned and then compliantly moved, pushing your legs wider so he could fit in between. Lining himself up, he slowly and gently pushed inside of you, careful to not cause any major pain.  Once he was inside and stretching you out in the most sensational way, you both let out a moan as he began a slow and building pace.

               “Bring your hand down and rub at your clit, Y/N.” Sam panted in between thrusts, each time his length hit dead on center with that magic spot, and left fireworks of pleasure coursing up and down your spine. As you complied you almost came just with that simple addition of physical contact. You moaned all the louder, unthinkingly clenching around his length, drawing a deep and throaty sound of arousal from Sam.  “You close again, Babe?” he asked, voice soaked in the need that you mirrored in your own.

               “Yes! Please!” you grasped him closer with your empty hand, fingers locked around the stands of hair on his head.

               “Hold off.” He growled, his pace getting harder and faster, making you beg with every point of contact between his dick and your g-spot. “I’m getting close. Want to come together.” He panted out in short breaths, a sheen of sweat now cloaking both of you as the room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin on skin, the noises of pleasure falling from both your mouths, and the scent of sex. The number of times you came to the edge of your orgasm and fell away by your own sheer will amazed even you as Sam’s movements grew sloppy and erratic. “Get ready.” He breathed. Five seconds ticked by, ten, and then- “NOW!” He burst out as you clenched hard around him, clawing his back with the sheer intensity of the orgasm that hit you like a tsunami. You felt him release his load deep inside of you before pulling out, breathing like he had just ran a marathon. He pulled you close to him, and you both caught your breath.

               “Um… “You voiced after a few moments of blissful peace. “Can I just say that that was A, unexpected; and B, fucking amazing?” Sam chuckled and hugged you close.

               “Totally amazing.” He said, smiling down to where your head was on his chest, your body curled into his. “But we’re kind of gross.”

               “Back to the showers for round two?” You asked with a wink.

               “You bet.”

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fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

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