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Jared Padalecki x Reader
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Warnings: semi-public smut, 18+ only
âNo time for pleasantries.â His lips are hot on yours, his breath filling your lungs while his body knocks the air from your chest when your back hits the cement block wall.
You chortle, the laugh swallowed by Jaredâs kisses. âPleasantries? What is this, the Middle Ages?â
âSorry.â Jared chuckles, his lips moving across your jawline. âForgot to get fully out of character.â
Heâs playing a British detective in his new role, and apparently the dialogue has made its way into his daily conversation - into his dirty talk. You cringe at the thought, but youâre quickly pulled back to reality by the scrape of Jaredâs stubble against your neck.
âI only have five minutes. Weâre breaking for a makeup touch-up.â He informs you, hands pushing up under your clothes.
Your intent was just to bring him lunch. Then you saw his costume, the suit, the fitted white shirt, the tailored pants. He saw the look in your eyes when he met your gaze as the director called cut, and he was pulling you into a dark corner within seconds.
Now his fingers are tucked into the front of your underwear, fingertips taunting your clit while you writhe between his hard, overheated body and an only slightly harder, cool wall.
You nod at his time constraint; no time for pleasantries, indeed. No time for much of anything with the way Jared fucks. Heâs leaning against you, pinning you against the wall. You ache for him, clit throbbing under his touch, walls clenching around nothing. Heâs hardly touching you.
Jared is teasing you, making you wait for the real thing.
Two can play this game. You reach forward, pressing your palm against the growing bulge in the front of his pants and rocking your hand forward. Just as quickly, you pull your hand away. You pluck at the top button on his white shirt and shove him backwards by the chest.
Jared is quick on his feet, never stumbling, even as you push him. His hands find the remaining buttons and he begins opening them, making a show of partially undressing, showing you his too-toned and too-tanned body.
Itâs the middle of February, for Christâs sake. No one should look like this all the time. But Jared does.
His eyes never leave yours, boring into you while he flashes his chest. Then heâs closing in on you again, but you meet him before he can capture you against the wall again. You spin him around, his back pressed against the blocks, and cup your palm around his cock through the fabric of his pants. With a soft squeeze, you feel his length twitch in your hand. Heâs getting hard.
Looking up at Jared, you grin devilishly and stand on your toes to whisper in his ear. âNo time for pleasantries.â
You back away, pushing his bagged lunch against his torso until he brings a hand up to grasp it. Jared is stunned, jaw slack, eyes wide. As you saunter away, hips swaying with purpose and pride, Jared makes a silent vow to himself to tease every inch of your body until youâre shameless, begging for him to be inside of you.
Drunk Drabbles April 14, 2023
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Healing After Heartbreak
Pairing: Jensen x Rowan Masters (OFC)
Mentions: Jared, Gen and the SPN cast, Rowanâs friends Chloe, Meg and Ava
Summary: After going through a nasty divorce that leaves Jensen heartbroken and alone will a chance encounter with a fan at Jibcon give him a new hope that he can find love again?
This my first attempt and writing a fanfic of any kind. All mistakes are mine. Any suggestions on approving my writing are welcomed. This will be a multi chapters fic . At this time I don't know how many yet.
Chapter One
Jensenâs point of view:
Jensen woke with a groan. Confusion etched on his freckled face. Why was someone pounding on his front door at this hour? âWait?â he thought to himself. âWhat time is it anyhow?â. He stretched out his arm and picked up his phone from the nightstand to check the time. 4am! âWhat the hell!â he thought squinting at the screen. Sighing as he looked at his phones wallpaper. His three kids stared back at him, a pic from happier times; laughing on the beach. The last family vacation before the divorce. Now days he barely gets out of bed. He misses his kids and dog. She took everything he loved from him. He tried to fight back the tears that threaten to fall. Sniffing he went to lay his phone down when it started ringing in his hand.
The screen lit up with a pic of Jared smiling at him. Swiping the screen he answered âHey Jared, this better be good itâs 4 in the morning.â âDude get your ass down here and let me in. Iâve been pounding on your door for 20 minutesâ came Jaredâs reply. Jensen rolled his eyes as he stood up from the bed. Holding the phone with one hand Jensen used his free hand to hike his black boxers back up from where they were hang precariously low on his hips. âYeesh, donât your get boxers in a bunch Iâm coming.â Jensen muttered into the phone. He can hear Jared sighing on the other end. âAre you even packed to go? You know we have to leave early to catch our flight.â Jared asked.
Jensen padded down the hall stopping briefly at the top of the stairs he tried to rack his brain about what Jared was talking about. He hurried down the steps towards to front door. He turned off the security system and unlocked the door, stepping back he pulled the door open. Jared rushed in and looked at Jensen. Upon seeing his best friend standing before him wearing only a pair of wrinkled boxers and sporting some serious bed head, Jared exclaimed âDude why are you not dressed to go?â Puzzled Jensen just stood there staring at him. âWhat are you talking about? Where are we going, we donât have a con to JIB on the 20thââ Jared slapped his hand across his face. âMan have you looked at the date lately? Today is the 18th, we have to catch our flight to Rome this morning. Daniela needs us there earlier then normal this time.â Jensen looked stunned as he stared open mouthed at Jared. âNo, it canât be the 18th yet.â He doubled checked the date on his phone.âSHIT!â he exclaims. Turning on his heal Jensen bolts for the stairs hollering over his shoulder at Jared âHow long do i have to get ready?â Jared tossed his head back and started laughing. âDonât worry Jay, we have two hours before we have to be at the airport to catch our flight. I know your most likely forgot with the divorce being finalized last week, so I showed up way early to get your ass movingâ Jensen stopped mid step and came back down the steps and slapped Jared across the back of his head. âWay to freak me out Jared!â Jensen exclaimed, then wrapped him in a quick hug mumbling âThanks man, Iâd be a total mess with out youâ. Jared smiled and said âI know.â Turning away from Jared, Jensen made his way back up to his room to shower and pack.
Once back in his room he stripped of his boxers and tossed then towards the ever growing pile of dirty clothes in the corner. He then padded across the room to the master bathroom. Once inside he turned on the shower and let it warm up before stepping in. Standing in the shower lathering up his body he got lost in his thoughts. He knew he needed to get his act together and start acting like the grown ass man he is. He started making a mental list of stuff he needed to get done.
Stepping out of the shower he grabbed a towel and wiped off the water drops running down across his chest and arms before slinging it around his waist. He then saunters into his room pull open a drawer and grabbing a pair of boxer briefs out. He drops the towel on the pile of dirty clothes and slips them on moves to grab a pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt. He grabs the dirty clothes and starts a load of laundry while grabbing his go to backpack and sliver suitcase and started packing. By the time his laundry was washed and dried he was packed and ready to go. Once back down stairs he found Jared in the kitchen eating an apple from the fruit bowl on the island. âHey you finally ready Jayâ asks Jared. âYep! I just want to grab some breakfast quickâ replied Jensen. He turned and rummaged in the nearest cabinet and producing a granola bar. He then went to the fridge and pulled out a protein drink. After downing the food Jensen wiped his mouth with the back of is hand. Looking at his best friend he patted him on the shoulder and said âOK lets get going buddy, itâs going to be a long ass flightâ
Once out of the house and Jensenâs bags were loaded in to Jaredâs SUV it was a 30 minute ride to the airport. Upon arrival they got checked in and went through security showing their passports and boarding information to the lady at the gate. After finding their seats and stowing their carry on bags they got settled into their seats and buckled their lap belts.
Jensen let out a big sigh as he looked out the window. âWhatâs wrong broâ asked Jared. Sighing again Jensen turned towards Jared. âIâm worried about all the questions fans will be asking about the divorce.â Jared reached over and gave Jensenâs hand a squeeze and reassured him by saying âDonât worry Jay, I got your back man, we all do. Rob, Rich and everyone else is there for you. We will make a announcement before we start addressing the fact that you will not be answering any question regarding your personal life.�� âNot everyone has my back.â Jensen says with a sigh before continuing âYou know Misha took her side and hates me. We both know he will make digs towards me every chance he can while there. He loves trying to make me out to be the bad guy.â Jared patted his arm as the plane taxied down the runway for takeoff. Once in the air the guys reclined their seats and settled in for the long flight ahead. Both drifting off about thirty minutes into the flight.
Mean While In Rome
Rowanâs Point of View:
The small cafe was still busy with the lunch rush when Rowan and her friends arrived. They were laughing and giggling as they walked up to the door. With a sigh Rowan looked around at her friends. Their two week European vacation was almost over. This was going to be their last weekend of fun, clubbing and living it up before heading back to the states. Even though they were all were pushing 40 they where still young and carefree at heart. Next week they would be back at home in Texas at their boring 9 to 5 jobs.
Meg lead the way in the door, a small sliver bell tinkled above their heads as the entered. A young woman wearing a black apron greats them, âHello, Iâm Gloria how may I help you ladies this afternoon?â âHello my friend's and I would like a table please.â answered Meg with a bright smile. âSure just follow me.â Gloria lead them through the cafe to a table by one of the beautiful windows. âHowâs this ladiesâ asked Gloria. Rowan looks at her âItâs perfect, thank you.â âSure, no problem.â She hands each of them a menu and asks if she can get them anything to drink. They decide on ice teas for all.
As the waitress walked away Rowan cleared her throat. âSo what do you guys want to do for our last weekend in Rome?â Chloe looked at the other two and giggled. Rowan gave her a suspicious look âOh god what do you three have cooked up? How drunk are you going to get me?â Avaâs eyes smiled with mischief as Chloe pulled a manila envelope from her bag. Giggling she told Rowan âOh we are not getting drunk. We are gonna want to remember this weekend for the rest of our lives.â âOh god what did you do Chloe!?â exclaimed Rowan. Her friend handed her the envelope âJust open it, this is going to be so much fun!â Taking it from her out stretched hand, Rowan took a deep breath before opening it. She reached in and pulled out four identical plastic bags. Each one hand one of their names on. She grabbed the one with her name scrawled across it in black marker. She opened up the bag and pulled out the top item, a lanyard with a plastic card hanging on it. Turning it in her hands Rowan read what the card said. âOMG!â she squealed. âYou got us tickets to Jibcon? No way!â she exclaimed. Giggling, Meg told Rowan âCheck out the other tickets in your bagââ Rowan dumped out the rest of the contents of her bag onto the table in front of her. She grabbed the packet that had Photo ops written on it. Ripping it open she pulled them out and started reading off the names printed on them. âLets see, we have Richard Speight Jr., Rob Benedict, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Kim Rhodes, and Alexander Calvert.â Looking down she realized she dropped some. âWhoops dropped someâ she said with a giggle. She looked at the names on the last few and went wide eyed. âOMFG!!!! you got me ops with Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!!!!â âYep!â beamed her friends. âWe have ops with them as well.ââ replied Chloe. Meg cleared her throat and looked at Rowan. âWe know how messed up youâve been since Nate cheated on you with Becky from accounting. He really broke your heart. This is our small way, besides this trip to get you out of your funk.â âYeah, we don't like to seeing you so sad.â added Ava. Chloe reached over and took Rowanâs hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. âWe all love you and want you to be happy again. Maybe youâll meet someone while we are over here. Maybe even at Jibcon. Who knows? Right?ââ Rowan sighed and looked at her friends with tears in her eyes. âThank you ladies so much! I donât know what Iâd do without you all. This surprise is just what I need to break be out of my funk. I really do need to move on,its been six months of heartache and tears.â She raised her glass and proclaimed âTo JIBCon and a weekend we will never forget!â They clicked their glasses together before taking a drink.
Just then Gloria approached their table âSo ladies are you ready to order?ââ she asked with a smile. They placed their orders quickly and as the waitress walk towards the kitchen they began talking excitedly. Rowan looked at her friends. âIf Iâm meeting Jensen and Jared in two days we need to go shopping! I need to find something special to wear.â âOh defiantlyâ agreed Ava. After finishing their lunch and paying their bill the four friends headed out to shop for the perfect outfits for what was going to be a weekend that none of them would ever forget.
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YUHHHHH this man
Lipstick kisses (Joker x reader)
âThat was⌠awesome.â Y/n breathes out as she falls on the soft mattress and covers herself with a blanket.
âDid you ever doubt me?â J smiles as he falls next to her.
Y/n laughs as she looks to her secret lover, the Joker.Â
âNever.â she laughs out as she rolls to her side seeing the Joker already on his feet, naked. He turns to face her.
âAleardy leaving?â she asks sadly
âI have to kitten, there is a reason why we keep this a secret.â he explains as he puts on his pants.
Y/n sighs and nods âI know, I just wish that sometimes you would stay the night, you know?âÂ
J nods his head as he makes his way towards the bathroom, he looks at the mirror seeing his signature red lipstick smeared beyond repair. As he turns to his ravishing lover pointing to the lipstick smear âLook what you did, doll.â
Y/n chuckles âWhat can I do when you are so⌠appetizing.âÂ
J rolls his eyes jokingly as he reaches for Y/n red lipstick shade as he puts a brand new layer on his lips. He takes his time, as always, carefully guiding the lipstick all the while Y/n watches his from afar. She and J had a steady relationship filled with late night rendezvous, kisses in the shadows and the first halves of the nights spent in bed, together. Unforntulay, for now, it was the limit he had to offer but he wanted to offer her more, after all, she was the future Queen of Gotham.
âHow do I look?â Jâs voice brings her back as she sees her âboyfriendâ with new red lips.
Y/n smiles seductively âYou look like you are ready for a new round.â
J lowers his head and looks directly at Y/n âReally, the 5th round?â
Y/n only nods as she watches J walking towards her slowly his eyes locked onto hers, she feels the bed sink a little as she watches J kneel on the bed and prowls towards her, kissing her lips softly. She kisses back with hunger as she puts her hands on his back inching closer to his body.
âBaby, you are simply⌠intoxicating.â she whispers out as he kisses her neck letting his metal teeth leave a small graze. Y/n moans out as she feels his lips travel lower trailing from her shoulder, down to her collar bone, between her breast and all the way down to her lower abdomen.Â
âJ, if you continue like thisâŚâ Y/n moans out as she looks down at her lover
He stops and pulls away smiling at Y/nâs naked body.
âPerfect.â He says as he stands up grabbing his purple coat as he drapes it over his shoulders.
Y/n looks at her body seeing the lipstick stamps, she smiles âReal sneaky, J.âÂ
He leans down one more time as he kisses Y/n lips, cupping her chin with his hand.
âI need to get going, take care.â he says softly as he looks into her eyes
Y/n closes her eyes, nodding âYou too, Jerome. â she whispers out his name.
J smiles widely as he stands up and walking out of the house.
Tell me what you thinkâĽď¸
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summary: dean gets targeted by a witch while working a case, and she curses him to yearn for what he secretly loves the most. it seems to have no effect, until it's pointed out that he can't seem to stay away from you - but what happens when he tries to fight it?
pairing: dean winchester x female reader
word count: 9.4k+
warnings: violence, hunting/working a case, mentions of murders, gore, evil witches, reader and dean get attacked, swearing, alcohol consumption, angst, fluff, yearning, mutual pining, idiots oblivious to their own feelings, magical curses, hallucinations, nightmares, depictions of death, depictions of drowning, fighting/arguments, heart-to-heart, confessions, use of [y/n], nicknames, mature themes
âRight, well, this isnât creepy at all,â Dean declared, rolling Baby to a stop before switching into park.Â
You both sat quietly as you surveyed the desolate building, a feeling of unease washing over you.Â
âMaybe we should wait for Sam,â you suggested half heartedly. He was only down at the Sheriffâs station, and it wouldnât even take ten minutes for him to meet you here, but you knew Dean wouldnât wait.Â
âNo,â he said, confirming what you already knew. âSomeone else is missing and this is our best lead so far. If you donât want to go in, that's fine, but I am.âÂ
âIâm not letting you go in there alone,â you snapped, sitting up as tall as you could despite the pit forming in your stomach.Â
âAwe, you worried about me, sweetheart?â Dean teased, turning to look at you with a grin; one that was effectively wiped from his face when he saw the look in your eyes. âHey, what is it?âÂ
âI donât know,â you said honestly, shrugging lightly. âI just have a bad feeling about this.âÂ
âBad feeling like what?â he questioned, his brows knitting together.Â
You thought about it, trying to pinpoint what it was you felt, but you couldnât. âJustâŚ. donât go wandering off,â you ended up saying- begging, more like.Â
âAlright,â he agreed easily. âWe stick together, and weâll be in and out before you know it.âÂ
âRight,â you confirmed with a nod. âLetâs gear up.âÂ
You exited the car as quietly as you could, making your way around to the back as Dean unlocked the trunk and propped up the panel to the arsenal.
âYou and Sam better be right about this,â he muttered, digging out the box of witch-killing bullets.Â
Your mind raced through the details of the case: An exsanguinated priest, a dead nun with her tongue ripped out, the president of the high schools abstinence club found without a heart, and various livestock missing various body parts - if this wasnât a witch, you were a little scared to find out what else it could be.Â
âWe have to be,â you breathed out, loading your ammo.Â
âCan you do me a favour and sound at least a little confident?â he asked playfully, lightly nudging your arm with his own before tucking his gun into his jeans.Â
âSorry,â you said sheepishly, holstering your own gun.Â
âItâs alright,â he said earnestly, handing you your favourite knife (one that used to be his before you claimed it as your own). âIâm just not used to seeing you so spooked.âÂ
You couldnât help but chuckle quietly as you took the knife from him. âIâm not used to feeling spooked.âÂ
âWeâll make it through,â he consoled, closing up the trunk. âJust like we always do.âÂ
âJust like we always do,â you echoed with a nod, following him towards the building.Â
The overgrowth brushed your calves as you made your way up the walk, and after a quick survey of the facade, Dean swung the door open after picking the lock.Â
âWait!â you hissed, stopping him before he entered. âSam does know weâre here, right?âÂ
You watched as his shoulders shrugged before stepping inside. âProbably.âÂ
âThatâs⌠comforting,â you sighed, following him across the threshold.Â
The two of you did a quick preliminary sweep of the main level before making your way to the top floor, finding nothing of significance in any of the rooms. Making your way back down, you both stopped dead in your tracks as you heard a clatter come from beneath you.Â
âOf course thereâs a basement,â Dean whispered. âWhy wouldnât the creepy ass witch be in the creepy ass basement of this creepy ass house?âÂ
âHow do you know sheâs a creepy ass witch?â you teased, raising an eyebrow at him. âMaybe sheâs hot. Or a guy. Or both.âÂ
He faltered over his response, considering your words for a moment. âIâll bet whatever tab you drink up at the bar once we end up ganking this bitch. Sheâs creepy.âÂ
âDeal,â you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows at him.Â
You both chuckled, before another noise from the basement drew your attention back to the case at hand. Dean awkwardly cleared his throat before leading the way in search of the basement entrance, using the occasional noise as guidance.Â
âGod, I hate witches,â he muttered to himself, slapping away cobwebs as he descended the stairs.Â
âI donât think the witch put those webs there,â you said with a snicker.Â
âNo, theyâre just the one turning this rotting corpse of a house into a lair of evil and despair,â he hissed.Â
You rolled your eyes in response, unable to stop the fond smile from creeping onto your face as you made it to the bottom of the stairs.Â
A muffled cry caught your attention, and Dean spared you a quick look before running in the direction it came from, you hot on his heels. Coming up on a corner, he slowed to a halt and peered around the wall.Â
âIt looks clear,â he decided after a moment. âJust be careful,â he added, continuing on his way.Â
Upon turning the corner, you were enveloped in the warm glow of candles, which would have been nice, had it not been for the rest of the scene. An altar lay at the far wall, burning candelabras stood in each corner of the room, and the very person you were searching for was bound and gagged in a chair in the middle of the room, surrounded by a circle of candles.Â
Dean cursed and muttered under his breath, surveying the room. âIâll get him, you get the altar.â
âOkay,â you agreed, running across the room. Once you reached the altar, you couldnât help but stare in shock and disgust for a moment as you took in the sight; all the missing body parts seemingly staring back at you from where they lay soaked in blood. It took Dean shouting your name from across the room to bring you back to your senses, and you quickly upturned the altar as Dean instructed the now freed man to get out as fast as possible and wait by the car. As soon as the contents of the altar were scattered, an ear piercing shriek came from behind you.Â
Quickly whirling on your heels, you were greeted by a cloaked figure, who seemingly came out of nowhere.Â
âWhat have you done?â she screamed, dropping her hood as she stared daggers into you.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â you feigned innocence. âDid I ruin your big plan?â
âYou ruined everything!â she shrieked, slowly approaching you. âYouâll pay for this!âÂ
âYeah, I donât think so,â Dean called out from behind her.Â
âDo you have any idea how long Iâve waited for this?! How many centuries passed by until the circumstances were right? I had it! I had it all! I was one spell away from seeing my love again!â she continued to scream, advancing further towards you as she ignored Dean.
âBack off, Grunhilda!â Dean roared from behind her, drawing his gun.Â
âNo!â she shrieked, barely lifting her hand in order to easily swing his gun away - and stop you from drawing your own. âYou stupid little gnat. You think you can just come in here and mess with things you donât understand? You think you can take this from me?!âÂ
Her shouting was drowned out by the sound of your own heart pounding in your ears, your entire body feeling like it was on fire as your throat constricted, the air leaving your lungs and not returning. You felt your bones cracking beneath your skin as your feet left the floor, and you shared a look of terror with Dean before black began to cloud the edges of your vision.Â
Without an effective weapon handy, Dean rushed the witch and tackled her to the floor, sending you crashing down. You met the concrete with a thud, and it knocked the rest of your senses out of you. You laid there for who knows how long, fighting off the waves of pain and nausea, willing yourself to move as you listened to the struggle happening a few feet away from you.Â
By the time you managed to prop yourself up, Dean was pinned down as she advanced on him, and you desperately looked around for either of your guns.Â
âDo you have any idea what itâs like?â you heard her ask, menace laced deep in her words. âTo want something so desperately, to feel that desire within your very soul?!âÂ
Dean struggled against her hold as you struggled to pick yourself up, to at least crawl to a weapon if you had to.
âWell you will,â she sneered, cackling to herself. âYouâll know how it feels. To have what you want the very most to be so close to you, to have it at the edge of your fingertips, only to never be able to grasp it! For it to be the only thing you can think about!â
âShut the hell up,â Dean seethed through clenched teeth, glaring at her.Â
She only stepped closer towards him, cackling to herself. âYour strongest yearning, hidden deep in your heart, will nevermore be yours to part. Be it with sun or with rain, that which brings joy wonât be without pain.âÂ
âYou finished yet?â Dean interrupted, before he had the wind knocked out of him, rendering him silent.Â
Moving as quickly as you could without being noticed, you closed in on Deanâs pistol while the witch carried on.Â
âWhatever you crave you cannot say, yet youâll seek it out be it night or day,â she continued, hovering over him. âConsider yourself lucky, you useless toad. Iâve had countless lifetimes yearning to see my love again, and Iâll spend lifetimes more. At least you only have this one measly little life to yearn for what you want.âÂ
Grasping the gun in your hands, you carefully rose to your feet and steadied yourself to take aim. âMan, you really do talk too much,â you huffed out.
The shot rang out just as she turned towards you, though it was silenced by a roaring wind that accompanied a bright blue light. Within seconds, everything was calm and quiet again.
Fighting every urge you had to collapse back onto the floor, you trudged your way over to Dean in an attempt to help him up.Â
âGod, I told you sheâd be creepy,â he gasped out, groaning as he stood.Â
âYou want a prize?â you asked incredulously, staring up at him.Â
âI wanna get the hell out of here,â he said, ushering you to take leave. âThen I want those drinks you owe me.âÂ
After what felt like another entire day, you and Dean had dropped the victim off at the hospital, patched each other up, cleaned out the basement, showered, and filled Sam in on everything that went down.Â
âSo⌠she cursed you?â Sam asked curiously, trying to understand.Â
âI dunno. She tried to, I guess,â Dean replied nonchalantly. âBut [Y/N/N] put a bullet in her. No witch, no curse, right?âÂ
Sam shared a brief look with you, before turning back to Dean. âYeah, but⌠there was no body.âÂ
âWhat?â Dean asked gruffly.Â
âThe witch,â you said. âI shot, but she vanished. What if she isnât dead?âÂ
âWell, I feel normal, so Iâm gonna say sheâs dead,â Dean declared with a shrug. âNow, can we head to the bar? Iâm in desperate need of a drink⌠or twelve.âÂ
Without waiting for an answer, he quickly stood and donned his jacket before looking back at you and Sam. âYou guys coming or what?âÂ
âOh, do I have a choice to not go?â you asked playfully.
âYou can stay if you want, but your wallet comes with me,â he replied, smiling innocently.Â
âAlright, letâs go,â you said with a dramatic sigh, grabbing your own jacket.Â
Not long after, the three of you were sliding into a booth in the nearest dive, enjoying the lack of people; you guys seriously needed to decompress.Â
âAlright, Iâll be back,â you declared, hopping out of the booth to get the first round of drinks.Â
âMake sure you get a tab started!â Dean jokingly called after you.Â
You flipped him off in response, taking a seat at the bar after placing your order. While you waited, Sam watched as Dean grew more restless in his seat.Â
âDude, what the hell is your problem?â he finally asked, eyeing Dean as he fidgeted anxiously.Â
âWhat?â Dean asked cluelessly, glancing around the bar. âIâm thirsty. Sheâs been gone for what, like, half an hour?âÂ
âItâs⌠barely been two minutes, Dean,â Sam informed him with an amused grin. Â
âYeah, well. I want my beer,â Dean mumbled, tapping his fingers on the table as he glanced around once more. âIâm gonna go see if she needs help.â
Before Sam could even reply, Dean was already halfway across the bar, meeting you just as you got your final drink.Â
âNeed a hand?â Dean asked cheerfully, his sudden appearance making you jump. âSorry,â he added with a snicker.Â
âDick,â you muttered with a laugh, hopping down from the stool. âHere you go,â you added, handing him his beer.
âAwesome,â he beamed, taking the bottle from your outstretched hand.Â
He followed closely as you made your way back to the table, handing Sam his drink before sliding into the booth; Dean followed suit, leaving you nestled in between him and the wall.Â
The three of you had a few more rounds before Dean slipped away, determined to teach a lesson to the arrogant ass harassing players around the pool tables - just because you didnât need to hustle people anymore didnât mean it wasnât still fun every now and then. You watched him fondly, laughing quietly to yourself as you watched him fumble around with his cue before making a terrible break. Harder than it looks, you could just hear him say.Â
Your attention was turned back to Sam when he cleared his throat, and you were met with his questioning gaze. âDoes he seem weird to you?âÂ
âWeird how?â you asked, face scrunched in confusion.Â
âI donât know, strange,â he replied with a small shrug. âLike- like antsy or something.âÂ
Your eyes flit back across the room to Dean, who was very much in his element as he upped his ante, before focusing on Sam again. âI havenât noticed anything, Sammy.âÂ
He sighed in resignation, seeming to already know that would be your response. âItâs probably nothing, just forget I said anything,â he replied, shaking his head dismissively before finishing his drink.Â
âIf you say so,â you muttered quietly, sipping your drink as you cast a worried gaze across the bar, getting lost in thought.
By the time you each finished another round of drinks, Dean made his way back over to the table; much to the surprise of you and Sam.Â
âDone so soon?â Sam questioned, raising an eyebrow at his brother.Â
âYeah,â Dean shrugged, sliding back into the seat beside you.
âBut you only played one round,â you said quizzically.Â
âSo?â Dean wondered, gulping down the rest of his beer.Â
âSo, you usually play a lot more than that,â Sam pitched in, shifting his gaze between you and Dean.Â
Dean sighed, his bottle clanging on the table as he set it back down. âWhy am I getting the third degree here? I played a game, he learned his lesson, I got over it. End of story.â
âOkay, grouchy,â you snickered, ruffling his hair a little just because you knew he hated it. Except he really did love it when it was you doing it.
âWhatever, anyone want another round?â he asked with a huff, lightly swatting your hand away.Â
âNo, Iâm gonna call it a night,â you admitted, shifting to slip your jacket back on.Â
âYeah, me too,â Sam declared, starting to stand from the table.Â
Dean stood as well, assumingly just to let you out. âAlright, letâs go.â
You and Sam both stilled in your movements at his response, sharing a shocked look with each other. âYouâre⌠coming with us?âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I?â he asked with a scoff, shrugging his jacket on as he looked questioningly between you and Sam. âSeriously, what the hell is wrong with you guys?â
âWe just didnât expect you to call it a night so early,â Sam explained helplessly. âGettinâ old, huh?â he added, trying to lighten the mood a little.Â
âYeah, I mean, you barely even wracked up a tab!â you declared with a laugh, before grinning mischievously. âDrinks just donât agree with you anymore, do they, old man?â
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes, fixing his collar just to busy his hands. âOkay, alright, one more wisecrack and Iâm leaving you both here.âÂ
Despite the finality in his tone, the amusement dancing in his eyes gave him away - as did the hand he extended to you to help you slide from the booth.Â
âWhatever you say, grandpa,â Sam teased, patting Dean on the shoulder before walking away with laughter in his wake. âIâll be outside!â
You chuckled in response, and the stern look Dean gave you only made you laugh even more. âYeah, yeah. Hurry it up, chuckles,â he chided, wiggling his fingers at you. He surveyed the bar as you finally took hold of his hand, sliding out from your seat with ease and standing before him. âReady?â he asked, gaze turning back to look down at you.Â
âYeah, I just gotta go pay,â you replied, nodding your head in the direction of the bar counter.Â
âAlright,â he said with a nod. He gave your hand a squeeze, though instead of letting go like he normally would, he held it firmly as he led the way across the bar.Â
You followed along quietly, trying your hardest to not read too much into it. Though when you stood before the bar and he had yet to release your hand, you gave him a puzzled look. âDid you wanna go get the car?â you asked hesitantly.Â
He looked confused for a moment, as if he wasnât entirely sure what was going on either, before he cleared his throat with a curt nod. âYeah. Yeah, Iâll meet you out there. Donât take too long,â he rushed, giving your hand another fleeting squeeze before shuffling away.Â
Strange, you thought briefly, before shifting your attention to the bartender before you.Â
As you paid the tab, Dean settled into the driver's seat of Baby, and Sam watched him impatiently drum his fingers against the wheel as he hummed along to whatever song was in his head; and he couldnât help but snort a laugh as Dean checked his watch one, two, three times since getting into the car.Â
âYouâre ridiculous,â Sam chided with a laugh, shaking his head.Â
âWhat?â Dean inquired, annoyance clear in his voice.Â
âDude, please tell me you see whatâs going on,â Sam pleaded.Â
Dean widened his eyes in confusion, glancing around the near empty parking lot before looking back at his brother. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
Before Sam could reply, their attention was caught by the opening of the barâs door when you emerged from the building, a grin forming on your face as you caught sight of them waiting in the car.Â
Dean matched your grin, quickly reaching for the door handle and scrambling outside. âThere she is!â he greeted happily, opening the back door for you.Â
âFucking idiot,â Sam muttered to himself, staring out the window with an amused grin as you and Dean settled into your seats.Â
The three of you made it back in no time, and, having to settle for a single bed when first getting to town over driving for another who-knows-how-long just to find another motel, shuffled out of the car and into your shared room with heavy feet.
âFinally,â Dean muttered with relief, shutting the door behind him as Sam took a seat. âWhoa, whoa,â Dean barked, holding up a hand. âWhatâre you doing?âÂ
Sam froze just as he sat on the bed, staring up at his brother. âWhat?âÂ
âThatâs my bed,â Dean declared with a huff.Â
âNo, itâs not,â Sam answered with a scoff. âItâs your turn for the couch.âÂ
âDude, Iâm not sleeping on the pull-out!â Dean declared with finality.
âWhat, are you kidding me?â Sam asked incredulously. âYou got the bed last time!âÂ
âYeah, and I just got ragdolled by a crazy ass witch, I deserve a mattress!â Dean argued, stepping towards the bed. âGet up.âÂ
âNo,â Sam argued stubbornly, relaxing further atop the sheets.Â
âYou guys are ridiculous,â you said with an exasperated sigh, walking across the room. âIâll take the couch.âÂ
âNot a chance,â Dean denied, not even sparing you a glance.Â
âWhat, why?â you asked in confusion.Â
âFirst of all, Iâm not sharing with Sam,â Dean replied, turning to look at you. âSecond, you got it worse than I did. Iâm not shoving you on a pull-out.âÂ
âOh, please-â you started to argue, before he cut you off.Â
âI patched you up myself, [Y/N]. Donât bother trying to lie to me,â he cautioned.Â
You opened your mouth to argue once more, but the look on his face stopped you short. âWhatever,â you mumbled, turning towards the bathroom. âIâm getting ready for bed. Figure this out before I get back so I can actually go to bed, please.âÂ
The bickering resumed as you quickly retreated, shutting the bathroom door on Deanâs disgruntled declaration of âbest two out of three.â
By the time you re-entered the room, you were met with silence. Surveying the surroundings, you found Sam digging through his toiletries bag while sitting in his original spot on the bed. Your gaze snapped over to the couch, where Dean sat looking like a kicked puppy.Â
âYou went with scissors again, didnât you?â you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.Â
He met your gaze as Sam snickered behind you, causing his face to sour even more. âShut up,â he mumbled before standing, bristling past you with slumped shoulders.Â
You chuckled quietly to yourself and grabbed the spare sheets, quickly making up the pull-out for Dean while he got ready; hopefully heâd be a little less cranky about it all if this was at least already done.Â
Once finished, you made your way over to the bed and curled up under the covers. After saying a quick goodnight to Sam, you were asleep before Dean even left the bathroom.Â
Fear gnawed at Dean, his body frozen in place as a cold spread through him, panic clinging to him like ice. He tried to call out to you, but all that left him was a strangled breath as his lungs seized up. He watched as the waves carried you away, further and further from where he stood. By the time his legs finally moved to carry him closer to shore, his feet were so heavy it was as though he was wading through quicksand.Â
âNo, no, no,â he pleaded quietly, watching as the waters edge never grew near no matter how far he ran.Â
Your voice cried out to him, surging him forward even faster as you drifted ever outwards, terror seeping deeper into his bones with every futile step he took.
He couldnât reach you.Â
He couldnât save you.Â
The realisation that you were gone caused his world to come crashing down around him as he fell to his knees. A roaring filled his ears, and he didnât know whether it was the irascible water that held you captive or the blood racing from his pounding heart.Â
As he stayed there - watching the crashing waves for any sign of you, listening for a call of his name, unwilling to move for fear heâd miss you - the water suddenly crept up around him, as if to mock him.Â
The sky darkened as he let out an anguished cry, his voice blending in with the storm beginning to brew around him. Yet despite the deafening howls, he heard it clear as day: your voice, calling out to him. Â
âDean.â
The world stilled around him once more, your voice ringing out in a whisper as gentle as the wind.Â
âDean.âÂ
He stood, frantically searching the horizon for you. He tried to call out, yet his voice still never came.Â
âDean!â you called out, voice booming like thunder from above.Â
A small hand gripped his own, pulling him so forcefully he was yanked off his feet. He let out a startled cry, a spark of lightning igniting so brightly before him that he screwed his eyes shut.Â
âGod dammit, Dean!âÂ
Another force shook him, and when we reopened his eyes, he was met with the suspiciously stained ceiling of the motel room. He bolted upright, heart hammering against his chest as he looked around. He caught your worried gaze as he wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to steady his breathing as you leaned in closer.Â
â[Y/N?]â he gasped out, pushing himself further upright.
His hand reached out automatically, fingers tentatively brushing against your cheek as if to evaluate your solidity. When he was satisfied that you wouldnât evaporate, he surged forward to wrap you in a desperate embrace; the icy grip of terror finally starting to melt.Â
âIt was just a nightmare, De,â you soothed quietly, tracing a hand along his back. âEverythingâs alright.â
âYeah,â he said tightly, swallowing the lump forming in his throat as he let you go. âYeah, itâs fine. Iâm alright, get back to bed.âÂ
âYouâre okay?â you questioned, concern laced in both your face and tone of voice.Â
âIâm okay,â he affirmed with a nod, casting his gaze aside so you wouldnât see the panic still swirling within him.Â
âOkay,â you said softly, placing a gentle kiss upon the crown of his head before standing from the edge of the pull-out.Â
Dean got up after you to grab a glass of water, his heart jumping in his chest as he remembered the sight of you being ripped away by the current.Â
âJust a nightmare,â he reminded himself under his breath. âJust a nightmare.âÂ
Not having slept another wink after his nightmare, Dean was unsurprisingly the first one up the next morning. Taking it upon himself to get breakfast for the three of you, he found himself at the nearest diner waiting for his order.Â
Drumming his fingers impatiently on the sticky linoleum counter, a burning desire to call you began to build within him. Knowing you were likely still sleeping, he decided to busy himself with a stupid game you downloaded on his phone.Â
Yet the urge to reach out to you grew tenfold as he sat there, a sinking feeling that it might mean you were in danger starting to take hold of him. Just as his mind began to swirl with questions of what the hell was going on with him, he heard your voice calling his name.Â
His head snapped up, expecting to see you sliding onto the stool beside him, ready to give you hell for walking here in search of him all by yourself in a random town. He figured you mustâve known he was here, and it wouldnât have been a far walk from the motel, but it was still stupid.
Though the words died on his tongue as he realized you werenât there, and that familiar feeling of dread trickled through him after scanning the diner and not finding you anywhere.Â
Another voice called out, this time the waitress, announcing that his order was ready. He met her smiling face with nothing but confusion, her smile faltering for a moment.
âEverything alright?â she asked hesitantly.
âHuh?â he asked, before snapping out of his daze. âOh, yeah. Just a little too early for me. Thanks-â he paused, squinting to read her name tag. âThanks, Edna,â he charmed, flashing his signature grin as he gathered the order.Â
âAnytime, sugar,â she charmed, her smile perking back up as she sent him a wink.Â
With one last - albeit awkward - grin sent her way, Dean quickly left the diner; already feeling lighter for knowing heâd be back at the motel soon. His grin only grew when he glanced across the street and caught a glimpse of you staring back at him, proving that he wasnât crazy and you really did come to meet him.Â
He took a step forward, intending to call out to you, when a truck drove by and blocked you from sight. The grin was wiped from his face and the coffee tray nearly slipped out of his hand when he noticed you had completely disappeared in its wake.Â
Fearing the worst once more, he scrambled into the car and quickly called you, firing Baby to life as the line rang.Â
âHey,â you answered with a stifled yawn. âPlease tell me youâre getting breakfast. And coffee.âÂ
âYeah, I-â he faltered in his response, having to let out a breath of relief as he realized you were safe and sound. âIâll be back in a few, you and Sammy still there?âÂ
âWhere else would we be?â you asked with a giggle.Â
While the sound would normally bring a smile to his face, your words only caused a frown to appear. âYou only waking up now?âÂ
âDonât judge me,â you teased. âItâs only⌠ten after seven, I barely slept in.âÂ
âJust not used to being up before you,â he lied, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.Â
âMiracles really do happen,â you joked with a laugh. âYou sound weird, is everything okay?â you added, worry tinting your voice.Â
âHm?â he wondered, not processing your question right away. âOh, no- yeah, I-... just didnât get much sleep.â
âRight,â you said, teetering on the edge of believing him or not.Â
âReally, Iâm good,â he assured, sensing your apprehension. âI just gotta catch some zâs and Iâll be good as new.âÂ
âOkay. Iâll see you in a few then,â you relented. âDrive safe,â you added as an afterthought before hanging up.  Â
The line went dead as he stopped at a red light, his stomach churning as he stared at his reflection in the rearview.
âJust need some sleep,â he assured himself.Â
âDude, would you quit it with the pacing?â Sam snapped, setting his book down on the table for sheer lack of concentration.Â
Dean stopped just long enough to stare daggers at his brother before marching down the library once more. âSheâs been gone too long.âÂ
âSheâs been gone an hour,â Sam informed, hands running over his face in exasperation.Â
âExactly,â Dean replied, pointing a finger at Sam in acknowledgment. âSomething mustâve happened.âÂ
âDude, sheâs at the grocery store. With Jack. What the hell could possibly happen?âÂ
âI donât know!â Dean exclaimed, arms flailing as he whirled to face Sam. âSomething mustâve! She hasnât answered my last text and itâs been-â he paused, pulling out his phone to brandish the screen. âSeven minutes!âÂ
âOh, my god,â Sam groaned, tossing his head back to stare at the ceiling. âI canât deal with this anymore.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about? Arenât you worried?â Dean asked gruffly.Â
âNo, Dean, Iâm not worried! Thereâs no reason to be worried!â Sam proclaimed.Â
âNo reason? She could be dead!â Dean barked, his face taking on an expression of disbelief.Â
Sam sighed as he leaned over the table, raising his eyebrows. âOkay, let me ask you this: why, exactly, do you think sheâs dead?âÂ
âOh, come on, Sam!â Dean grumbled. âWe donât exactly live cookie cutter lives here, you know. One minute sheâs returning the shopping cart, and the next sheâs got a damn knife in her back!âÂ
âDean,â Sam soothed. âYou know as well as I do thatâs a load of crap.âÂ
âNo,â Dean argued, shaking his head. âWe donât know that. We donât know anything, you know why?âÂ
Before Sam could even respond, Dean waved his phone around before dropping it on the table. âBecause she wonât answer her damn phone!âÂ
âOkay, this is actually ridiculous,â Sam declared. âHow can you seriously not see whatâs been happening to you?âÂ
âKnock it off, Sam,â Dean muttered, waving a hand dismissively as he began pacing again. âIâm fucking fine.âÂ
âYouâre fine,â Sam repeated incredulously. âYouâre frigginâ cursed, Dean!âÂ
âIâm not cursed!â shouted Dean. âWould you quit it with that crap?âÂ
âRight, because nothingâs been going on with you lately, right?âÂ
âRight!â Dean agreed with a huff.Â
âYou havenât been, say, I donât knowâŚ. not sleeping? Feeling stir crazy? Getting paranoid?â
âSam-âÂ
âNo, Iâm serious, Dean! How can you not see this?âÂ
âBecause Iâm fine!â Dean argued, stalling his movements to gather his phone from the table.
After a few moments of silence, Dean rolled his eyes and found himself once more walking the length of the library. âOkay, maybe Iâve been feeling a little weird lately, but Iâve just been tired - and you know what? I survived worse. So yeah, Iâm fine!âÂ
âRight,â Sam said sceptically. âAnd have you⌠noticed when it is that you feel⌠weird?â
âI donât know!â Dean announced frustratedly.
âDean,â Sam chastised.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYouâve been feeling like this all week, and itâs only getting worse. Youâve been like this since that witch cursed you - and donât say she didnât. Use your fucking head, Dean! Youâre cursed!âÂ
Deanâs jaw clenched as he tried to remain calm, taking a moment to formulate his response. âYouâre insane,â he finally declared.Â
âI think youâre the insane one,â Sam contested. âYou were cursed to yearn for something, Dean. Only in this case⌠itâs someone.âÂ
âWhat the hell are you talking about?âÂ
âCâmon, Dean!â Sam pleaded with a laugh. âThe only time you get like this is when youâre more than ten feet away from [Y/N].âÂ
âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â Dean muttered dismissively.Â
âYouâve checked your phone another five times since you picked it up.âÂ
âSo?â Dean questioned, failing to resist the urge to check it once more. âIâm worried, not cursed.âÂ
âYouâre worried because youâre cursed!â Sam argued.Â
âIâm worried because I lo-â Dean quickly fell silent as the words died on his tongue, his brain firing into total overdrive as he laughed nervously. âI care, thatâs why Iâm worried.âÂ
Sam stared at his brother in total disbelief, trying to find a way to make him realize what was going on- or, most likely, acknowledge what was going on.Â
Yet before the conversation could go any further, the bunker door screeched open and the sound of your laughter fleeted down to greet Dean, effectively turning his scowl into an affectionate grin.Â
âHope you remembered my pie!â he called out, marching to meet you at the foot of the stairs without so much as a glance back in Samâs direction.Â
âWhen have I ever forgotten?â you asked, feigning offence as you held out the bag which contained his pie.
âWell,â he started, taking the bag from you. âThere was that time in Redford-â
âHey!â you interrupted with a laugh. âI didnât forget, they were out!â
âSee, I still donât believe you,â he teased, heading for the kitchen.Â
âBelieve whatever you want, Dean,â you replied playfully.Â
âIâm still waiting for it, you know. You should get me two next time,â he joked, though he was partly serious.Â
âDean?â Samâs voice tentatively called out.
âYeah?â Dean replied hotly, keeping his back to Sam as he went to grab a beer from the fridge.Â
âWho, uh⌠who the hell are you talking to?â he asked carefully, surveying the empty kitchen.Â
âHilarious, Sam,â he said dryly, shutting the fridge. âIâm talking to-â
His mouth ran dry as he turned around, being met with just his brother, who was staring with concern from the doorway.Â
â[Y/N],â Dean finished weakly.Â
âHer and Jack arenât back yet, Dean,â Sam said carefully, as though talking to a lost child.Â
âYes, they are. They got back, she gave me my pie, we came in here,â Dean said fiercely, his confidence shattering when he went to gesture at the pie he set down moments earlier and found it to be gone. Â
âMaybe you should sit down,â Sam suggested, not knowing what to do.Â
âIâm fine!â Dean shouted, hovering over the counter. âIâm fine,â he repeated, moreso to himself than anything.Â
âOkay, look, how about I try calling [Y/N], okay?â Sam offered, hesitantly walking further into the kitchen. âSee when theyâll be back.âÂ
âThey are back!â Dean barked, glaring at Sam. âShe was just in here!âÂ
Sam didnât know what to say, the fear and concern for his brother crashing down on him.Â
âShe was just in here,â Dean repeated shakily, meeting Samâs gaze with confusion.Â
âDean,â Sam started to say, before the familiar tone of your ringtone came from Deanâs phone, cutting through the air like a knife.Â
Dean pulled the phone from his pocket, clearing his throat before answering. âYeah?âÂ
âDean, thank god,â you cheered, sighing in relief. âListen, we came out to a flat tire and I donât have a spare because I forgot to fucking replace it and there are too many people around for Jack to, you know, try fixing it,â you rambled anxiously. âCan you please come help?âÂ
âYouâre still at the store?â Dean clarified, looking up at Sam with frightened eyes.Â
âYeah, weâre stuck in the parking lot,â you told him breezily.Â
âOkay,â he said, swallowing thickly. âAlright, Iâll be right there.âÂ
âThanks, De!â you said happily, ending the call.Â
Dean stood there for a few moments staring down at his unopened bottle of beer on the counter, trying to gather his thoughts, before finally lifting his gaze to Sam.
âIâll, uhâŚ. Iâll be back,â he told him, not waiting for a response before trudging out of the kitchen.
You found yourself yet again rushing down the hall to Deanâs room, his muffled yells waking you in the dead of night once more.Â
He uttered your name as you shut the door behind you, and though it took you by surprise the very first time it happened - nearly two weeks ago, now - it was something youâve almost come to expect. It was killing you, watching him go through this every night and not being able to fix it. You would sit with him, find ways to gently rouse him from his terror filled slumber and comfort him when he woke, but it never seemed like enough; he deserved more.
At first you didnât think there was too much going on, figuring his shift in behaviour was just due to his lack of sleep. You didnât believe Sam when he talked to you about it; Dean may have been acting a little more strange than usual, but it didnât raise any red flags.
It wasnât until the morning following your conversation that you noticed it, cluing in and realising how different Dean had been; how long heâd been different. The excess text messages, the increase in phone calls, the insistence on you not going anywhere without him and his exuberant reactions to you getting back safe when you did go somewhere without him, his constant questioning on where you were or where youâve just been. Something else was going on, and you could only think it really did come down to the witch you two encountered. So you and Sam called up Rowena, getting her take on the situation and figuring out what to do.Â
Her words now echoed through your head as you perched yourself on the edge of his bed: âMagic isnât simple. Some curses are anchored by the witch, ending whenever they were to die. But others are more complex, rooted not in the witch but the object of the curse itself, not breaking until their purpose is carried out one way or another. Perhaps if you can figure out what it is Dean needs, you can break the curse yourselves. If this carries on for any longer⌠Iâm worried it will kill him.âÂ
While you ran your fingers through his hair, you decided right then and there that once he woke up, you wouldnât leave without confronting him about it. You knew it would likely start a fight, and you felt a little guilty knowing you would all but interrogate him right after having another nightmare, but all that guilt flew right out the window the second Dean startled himself awake, the sight of his panic stricken face as he gasped for air nearly bringing you to tears; youâve seen him like this too often as of late.Â
âItâs alright, Dean,â you soothed, reaching out to him. âIâm right here, everythingâs fine.âÂ
His gaze snapped to you, unable to hide the confusion and terror still coursing through him despite the relief he felt. â[Y/N]?âÂ
âYeah, De,â you cooed, running a hand across his shoulder blades. âWeâre in your room, everyoneâs okay.âÂ
He let out a shuddering breath, hanging his head in his hands. âYouâre okay,â he whispered softly. âYouâre okay.âÂ
You sat quietly with him for a few more minutes, patiently comforting him as best as you could while you thought of how to approach this conversation.Â
Clearing his throat, Dean was the first to speak again as he rose from the bed. âSorry I woke you again.âÂ
The dejection and shame laced in his voice tore your heart to bits, and you had to put up a good fight to keep your emotions in check. âYou donât need to apologize.âÂ
âYeah, I do,â he disagreed, trudging to his sink in the corner.Â
âDean, please talk to me,â you pleaded, watching as he turned on the water.Â
You fell silent, waiting for him to deny you and brush you off again. You waited for him to say something, to do something, but all he did was stare at the running water.Â
âDean?â you asked cautiously, slowly getting up from the bed yourself.Â
âI canât save you,â he muttered quietly, his gaze on the faucet unyielding.Â
âWhat?â you asked curiously, not knowing what he meant.Â
âI can never save you,â he carried on. âYou always just⌠slip away from me. Every time. Itâs always the same.âÂ
âWhatâs always the same?â you questioned, moving closer towards him.Â
âI try,â he muttered, seemingly oblivious to your presence. âI run, and I fight, and I try, but I can never reach you. I can never get to you.â
He seemed to snap out of his daze a little, moving to splash water over his face before turning off the tap. âYou keep dying. I keep watching you die. I canât watch you die again, [Y/N]. I canât.âÂ
âThis is what your nightmares have been?â you wondered.Â
He fell silent again for a minute before meeting your gaze in the mirror. âYeah.âÂ
âItâs not real, Dean,â you told him softly.
âItâs real enough for me,â he muttered, turning to face you.Â
âAnd is this why youâve been⌠acting differently towards me?â you asked hesitantly.Â
He averted his gaze, hanging his head as he considered your question. âI guess,â he said with a shrug. âMaybe, yeah. I donât know.âÂ
âDean,â you scolded with a sigh, plopping back down on the bed. âWhy wonât you just tell me whatâs going on?âÂ
âBecause everythingâs fine!â he argued once again.Â
âIâm not stupid, Dean!â you challenged. âI know you. I can see something's eating you alive and itâs fucking killing me to witness it. So please, tell me what the hell is going on.âÂ
âItâs just nightmares,â he lied, crossing his arms against his chest.Â
âItâs more than nightmares!â you cried. âYouâre withering away into nothing, Dean! I mean letâs face it! Youâre practically a zombie nowadays with how little sleep you get, youâve been acting like a puppy with separation anxiety, and letâs not forget how completely erratic youâve been.â
He glared at you, jaw clenching as he decided whether or not to entertain this conversation. âOkay, so maybe I havenât slept lately,â he admitted starkly. âBut like I keep saying, Iâm fine.âÂ
âDonât you ever get tired of lying?â you sneered, glaring up at him.Â
He rolled his eyes, averting his gaze to anywhere else as he shook his head. âNo, but Iâm getting tired of having this conversation all the time.âÂ
âWell too bad!â you yelled, abruptly standing from the bed. âCause Iâm tired of never having this conversation go anywhere! Iâm tired of you brushing off the idea of you being cursed. I didnât believe it at first either, but what the hell else could it be, Dean?âÂ
âOh, come on!â he barked, running a hand over his face. âI see Sam got his hooks into you.âÂ
âYeah, he did. And you need to listen to us.âÂ
âNo, I really donât,â he scoffed, starting to head to the door.Â
âEven if it kills you?â you blurted out.Â
âItâs not gonna kill me!âÂ
âGod, look at you, Dean! It already is!â you argued, marching closer to him. âHow would you feel if the situation were reversed?âÂ
He let out a sigh, pausing with his hand on the doorknob before turning back to you. âWhat?âÂ
âWhat if it were me going through all this instead of you? Would you let me get away with not even listening to you and Sam?âÂ
He narrowed his eyes at you, staring at you in silence for so long you expected him to turn away again. Instead, he let out a deep breath as he took a seat, gesturing for you to carry on. âFive minutes.âÂ
You almost went to argue before you thought better of it, knowing full well that if Dean never came around to the theory he would actually cut you off at the five minute mark. So, you did your best to recount the entire situation for him, reiterating what you, Sam, and Rowena had to say about it all in the hopes of getting through to him. By the time you finished, you knew it was well over five minutes, so you took Dean not interrupting you to be a good sign.Â
âOkay,â he finally said with a small nod. âWell, I listened. Can I go now?âÂ
Your heart dropped to your stomach, anger and fear bubbling inside of you as you exploded. âGod, you are unbelievable!â
âWell what do you want me to say?â he grumbled. âI just donât believe thatâs whatâs going on.âÂ
âHow can you not believe it?â you asked incredulously. âItâs obvious!âÂ
âLook, I said I donât believe it, alright?â Dean snapped. âWhy are you so hellbent on making this into some big fight? Just accept it.âÂ
âNo!â you seethed. âI canât just accept the fact that this could kill you. Especially not when thereâs a way we could end this.âÂ
âNo,â he disagreed, shaking his head. âYou canât fix this, [Y/N/N]. You just canât.âÂ
âI can!â you cried. âJust tell me.âÂ
âTell you what?âÂ
âYou know what,â you scolded.Â
âThis is so fucking ridiculous.âÂ
âTell me anyway.âÂ
âWhy the hell do you care so much?â he questioned exasperatedly.Â
âBecause Iâm fucking terrified, Dean!â you exclaimed. âIâve watched you grow more restless and anxious every day since the night we finished that case. Iâve seen the life drain from you more and more as sleep became nearly impossible for you. And I know itâs nearly impossible for you, because I have spent the last eleven nights sitting on that bed as you got terrorised by your own mind. I donât care if you believe in this curse or not, Dean, because I do.âÂ
Dean stood quietly, absorbing what you said as the severity of the situation began to dawn on him.Â
âI mean donât you get it?â you asked sadly, cutting through the silence. âIf something happens to you, if I lose you⌠thatâs not something I can come back from.âÂ
Dean fell silent once more, running a hand through his hair as he took a deep breath, pacing around the room a little as he turned everything over in his head.Â
âIâm scared, Dean,â you reiterated softly. âPlease, just let us try to fix this.âÂ
âThereâs some things I should tell you, then,â he admitted quietly after a moment of silence, taking a seat on the bed.Â
âAbout whatâs been happening?â you asked hopefully.Â
He nodded, staring down at his hands folded in his lap. âYeah.âÂ
âOkay,â you said, moving his desk chair to take a seat. âIâm listening.âÂ
He took a bracing breath, taking a few minutes to build the courage to speak. âWell, you know Iâve been having nightmares.âÂ
âI do,â you agreed quietly.Â
âItâs always the same one,â he admitted, keeping his gaze cast downwards. âI could never figure out why. It didn't make sense to me why it was always the same thing. So I finally talked to Sam about it, and he had a pretty good theory. But, you know me. I didnât want to believe it because it came back down to that witch and this stupid fucking curse.âÂ
He let out a bitter laugh, pausing long enough for you to speak up. âWhat did he have to say about it?âÂ
âI tried telling myself I was fine,â he continued, ignoring your question. âI was fine, at first. At first it was just not sleeping well⌠but then other things started happening.âÂ
âOther things like what?â you wondered quietly.Â
âLike my blood feeling like itâs on fucking fire,â he muttered, wiping at his face. âAnd my skin feeling like it-⌠like itâs being peeled off my goddamn bones, and my face feeling like itâs melting⌠and how I get this- this bubble inside my chest that feels like itâs either gonna burst or suffocate me and how it all only happens-â he stopped in his rambling, taking a deep breath before chuckling in disbelief. âGod, it only happens when youâre not around, [Y/N].âÂ
âI-... what do you mean?â you asked breathlessly.Â
âOh, come on, [Y/N],â he said bitterly. âI know youâve noticed. I text you more, Iâm almost always calling you. I just- I get this⌠this unwavering panic inside me when youâre not around. I keep-... I swear to god I see you everywhere when youâre gone. I catch sight of you across the street, I smell your stupid shampoo when Iâm alone, I hear your voice when no oneâs there. I had an entire conversation with you and you werenât even there,â he carried on, shaking his head as he briskly wiped away an angry tear. âGod, Iâm going fucking crazy,â he added with a manic chuckle.Â
âYouâre not crazy, Dean,â you said gently.Â
âThat night,â he started, staring at the wall across from him. âShe was trying to get back someone she lost⌠someone she loved.âÂ
âRight,â you agreed.Â
âThey used to drown them, people they accused of being witches,â he continued slowly.Â
âYeah, it was pretty common. Sink, and you were innocent. Float, and you were guilty,â you pitched in. âBut⌠what does that have to do with this?â
âI think they were innocent,â he said simply. âWhoever she lost⌠I think thatâs how she lost them.âÂ
âWhy do you think that?â you asked curiously.Â
Dean cleared his throat, staring pensively at his hands once more. âThe nightmares. Itâs always⌠you always drown. I keep-... I can never save you.âÂ
âI donât get-â you started to say, before he cut you off.Â
âItâs how she lost who she loves, [Y/N],â he said curtly. âIt makes sense for me to see the one I love go the same way.âÂ
âI-... what?â you asked, too stunned to think of anything else to say.Â
âThe dreams, the hallucinations, the- the way Iâve been feeling⌠I didnât want to admit it, I still donât, but I canât⌠I mean I can only ignore it for so long, right?â he said, scoffing quietly. âEspecially with you and Sam breathing down my neck about it.âÂ
âIgnore what, Dean?â you asked breathlessly, your heart hammering in your chest.Â
âYou,â he muttered. âThey way I feel about you. The way Iâve always felt about you.âÂ
You didnât dare respond, his words ringing in your ears as he fell silent, each of you lost in your own thoughts for a while.Â
âIâve always known that I love you, [Y/N/N],â he carried on, slowly meeting your gaze with glistening eyes. âBut this⌠this curse, this whatever it is. God, itâs just made it all so much worse, and I knew. I knew it was you that my entire being was screaming out for but I couldnât⌠I couldnât admit it.âÂ
âWhy not?â you asked shakily, feeling your tears starting to build.Â
âHow could I put that on you?â he asked, a few rogue tears slipping down his face. âYou said it yourself, this thing is killing me. Itâs gonna kill me, unless I get what I want, and given that thatâs you, Iâm calling it game over.âÂ
âNo, Dean, itâs not,â you denied with a sniffle, cutting through your own stray tears. âYou shouldâve told me.âÂ
âYeah, well,â he grumbled, shrugging lightly as he looked back at his hands. âI told you now.âÂ
âDean,â you sighed, wiping your face as you stood from your seat. âDo you trust me?â you asked, walking towards him.
âOf course I do,â he said quickly, almost offended by the question.Â
âOkay, well, Iâll need you to trust me on this,â you replied, stopping just in front of where he sat.Â
âOkay,â he said with a huff.Â
âYou gotta look at me, though,â you said, laughing softly.Â
Sighing dejectedly, he slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze, a ghost of a smile dancing on his lips as he looked at you.Â
You smiled softly at him, gently taking his face in your hands before wordlessly bringing your lips down to meet his. At first, neither of you really knew what was happening, and just when you thought to pull away you felt his lips moving against your own. His hands gripped your waist to hold you in place a moment longer before you each pulled away, staring silently at each other as you processed what just happened.Â
âWhat, uh⌠what was that for?â Dean finally asked.Â
âWell, it was either that or slapping some sense into you,â you said playfully. âWhich I almost think you still deserve, because I canât believe you honestly think I donât love you back.âÂ
âWhat?â he asked, his grip on your waist loosening in shock before tightening once more.Â
âYouâve had me since the day we met, Dean,â you told him softly, carding your fingers through his hair.Â
âYou actuallyâŚâ he trailed off quietly, trying to focus his thoughts. âYou actually love me, of all people?âÂ
âYeah,â you said quietly. âI do.âÂ
âSo I- well, I guess I couldâve saved a lot of trouble if I really did just tell you, huh?â he asked jokingly, laughing tightly.Â
âIâll give you hell for it tomorrow,â you teased, half serious. âFor now, how about we try getting you back to sleep?âÂ
âActually,â he said, eyes sparkling with mischief. âI have a better idea involving this bed.âÂ
You couldnât help but snort a laugh, grinning fondly at him. âOh, really?âÂ
He grinned back, laughing with you before taking on a more sombre tone. âDo you trust me?âÂ
âAlways,â you said honestly.Â
âGood,â he replied with a grin, laughing heartily at the shriek you let out when he tossed you on the bed.Â
He stared down at you, a look youâve never seen before painted on his face. âWhat?â you asked, giggling nervously.
âI love you,â he said earnestly, brushing a lock of hair away from your face.Â
âI love you, too,â you replied shyly, grinning softly.Â
He matched your grin, drinking you in a moment longer before crashing his lips upon yours once more.Â
When Dean woke the next morning, it didnât take long for a grin to spread across his face as he quickly realized two things.Â
The first thing being that you, the love of his life, still remained tangled up in both his arms and the sheets, sleeping peacefully atop his chest.Â
The second being that, for the first time in a total of thirteen days, he was able to sleep without being haunted by his nightmares.Â
He felt you stir, and his grin widened as you nestled in closer, tightening your grip on him as you slept. He planted a kiss against your temple, pulling you in close as he blissfully settled in for another peaceful rest.Â
Maybe witches arenât so bad.
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warnings: oral s. (f.), pussydrunk sam
Sam never failed to make you see stars. Especially when he had you laid on your back, his hair tickling against your inner thighs and hands holding your hips down with an almost bruising grip as his mouth ate you out like his last meal.
Sam liked going slow, appreciating your taste and the feeling of going down on you. Your legs tightening around his head from time to time, when he hit an especific spot, your fingers going into his hair when you were close, your hips rocking against his face just for you to whine when he stops your squirming with his hands.
It was heaven.
He would get drunk on the feeling quickly, going for minutes and minutes until his jaw gave out â which usually took a long time to happen â leaving you either edged or overstimulated.
"Sâ Ahâ mm..." You moaned out, pushing against his head with your hands. He wouldn't give it up. "T'much baby, too much" You managed to stutter out and Sam finally stopped, but not after giving a last teasing lick over your whole cunt, making you shudder.
He started kissing up your bare body, going through all the previous bites and hickeys he left on his way down. He left one last kiss on your left collarbone before being face to face with you. He had that look on his face, that lovesick, pussydrunk look he always had when he went down on you.
Your hands were tangled in his hair, your lips slightly parted as you let heavy breaths out. Hooded eyes and a lazy smile adorned your features as you looked at all the details in Sam's face.
"Sorry love" He said, pecking your lips. "You just taste so good it drives me insane" He murmured against your lips. You hummed and kissed him yourself, a bit longer, a bit more desperate than a simple peck. You pulled back again.
"You are an addict, that's what you are" You joked with him, shooting him a mischievous smile and his hands squeezed at your waist.
"How can I not be?" He didn't wait for you to answer as he suddenly reached down with his hand and gathered some of your slick in his middle finger. You opened your mouth in a soundless moan, your pussy still sensitive.
He brought his finger up to his mouth and sensually sucked on it, looking directly in your eyes. He made a show with humming â practically moaning â and you were absolutely speechless as you swallowed harshly.
"God..." You whispered.
"Especially when you look at me like that. Fuck, you're so hot" He almost growled as he smashed his lips against yours again, his tongue already invading your mouth in hunger. He arched your back with his hands, urging to be closer to your body.
Sam was absolutely crazy for you and he always showed you just how much.
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A/N: Hey, this is just a tiny tiny drabble to give you guys something while I finish up a jealous!sam fic. Hope you enjoyed you horny asses.
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Can I request a reader x wolff one please? where reader and non f1 male were the ultimate couple, so it came as a shock when they broke up. With many people being sad about their split, since they seemed perfect for each other. However recent rumors have surfaced that maybe she might be seeing toto, which causes quite a stir among fans, who are now speculating about the potential new relationship?
NEW ROMANTICS
PARINGS: toto wolff x fem!reader
TYPE: social media au
yourusername
liked by jaredpadalecki, lewishamilton and 567,738 others
yourusername: @vanityfair oscar date night
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genpadalecki: đ stunning as always!
âł yourusername: i love youuu đ
user: can jensen fight?!??
user: MOTHER OMG
user: whereâs jen?
user: stunning đ
user: she does NOT age, i swear đŠ
misha: đ
âł user: castiel energy frr
user: did jensen go with her??!?
user: mom whereâs dad?!???
user: sheâs soooo mother, omgg đ
user: @jensenackles can you fight, bro?
user: lewis, what are you doing here?!?? đ
user: the definition of MOTHER
user: has anyone noticed jensen hasnât liked/comment?
âł user: what are you insinuating??!? đ
âł user: havenât seen them together for quite a while, actually
âł user: obviously they wonât be out in public 24/7
user: kindly step on me đŠ
user: did her and jensen break up or something?!? đđ
user: anyone else noticed the mercedes boys in the likes?
user: đđ gorgeous!
user: jensenâs one lucky ass mf đŠ
user: waiting for jensenâs comment and like
user: ATE and left NO CRUMBS
sofiavergara: đ wow
user: mother is mothering đ
user: why are ppl saying her and dad are broken up?!!?
user: đđđđ goddess
jensenackles
liked by jaredpadalecki, misha and 788,825 others
jensenackles: a little bts of yesterdayâs photo shoot
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user: the man that you are, oml đŽâđ¨
user: the fact that ynâs getting this everyday đđ
user: theyâre still together right?!!??
jaredpadecki: đ
user: so fine
user: apparently he might be single again sooooo đ
user: heâs fine and he knows it
user: WHAT A MAN đđ
âł user: indeed đŠ
user: are yn and jensen still together?!??!??
âł user: of course, why wouldnât they be?!?
âł user: thereâs been rumors going on about them breaking up
âł user: they better not be true đ wtf
user: why are people saying jensen and yn broke up??!?
user: father of my kids (im kidding) (im not)
user: aged like fine wineeeee đŽâđ¨
âł user: he gets sexier each year đ
user: SEXIEST MAN ALIVE
user: @yourusername is so luckyyy
âł user: supposedly, they broke up đ¤ˇđťââď¸
âł user: sAy SIKE RN
user: how can i get his attention? đŠ
user: another day another slay
user: finest man ever đĽľ
user: thatâs my dean winchester
user: i need to know if mom and dad are still together or not
âł user: girl, frrr đđ itâs been weeks
user: whereâs yn??!?? she hasnât liked nor commented đ¤¨
user: sirrrrrr đ
user: so sexyyyy of him
yourusername
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yourusername: life lately
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user: YN A MERCEDES FAN?!!??!???
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user: is thAt toto wolff?!??
user: gorgeous đ
user: missing dad hours đ
âł user: weâre ALL going through it right now:â(
user: mercedes?! lewis liking all her post?!? tell me u all see it?
âł user: we all see it, i assure you đ
genpadalecki: gorgg đ
âł yourusername: â¤ď¸
mercedesamgf1: thanks for coming, pretty lady đ
âł user: ADMIN?!!??? WHAT IS THIS?!!?
âł user: lewis is definitely behind all this, i just know it
user: WHEREâS JENSEN???? đđđ
user: lewis is great and all but jensen?!!?!?
user: can we talk about totoâs back? đŠ
âł user: she really got the best angle
user: who got you smiling like that? đ¤¨
user: the most beautiful woman ever, i swear
ruthie_connell: đđđ beautiful!
user: get back with jensen, please đđź
user: please tell me youâre dining with dad in the 5th slide
user: your beauty is unreal đŠ
user: waitâ whoâs lewis?!!?
âł user: formula one driver
âł user: 8x world champion
âł user: 7* but okay đ
user: mother đ
user: yn being a mercedes fan is everything to me
user: mad i didnât see her at the race đđ
yourusername
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yourusername: đ
tagged: @genpadalecki
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user: tHAT DOES NOT LOOK LIKE LEWIS?
user: who is that?!??
jaredpadalecki: @genpadalecki đ
âł yourusername: our wifeâs gorgeous, isnât she, moose?
âł user: nOt moose đ
user: that ainât lewis?!??
user: iâm just going to pretend thatâs jensen for my sake
user: missing jensen:((((
user: her friendship with gen is everything
user: gen and yn are the female version of sam and dean
feliciadays: beautiful ladies đ
user: and everyone thought it was that hamilton guy LMAO
user: still not over her and jensen đđ they were perfect
user: MOM, WE WANT DAD BACK đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛
user: anyone else think that looks like toto wolff??
âł user: tHatâs what i Said!
misha: thanks for the invite btw đ
lewishamilton: đ
âł user: sIR, wHAT DO YOU KNOW?!??!?
âł user: mind sharing with us??
carmenmmundt: đđđ gorggg
user: IS SHE DATING TOTO?!!?!????
user: lewis AND george liked? đ
âł user: even gaslyâs nosy ass liked
âł user: thatâs why his forehead so big đ he knows it allllll
user: her side profile, omg đđ
user: he definitely screams toto wolff
user: idk who this wolff guy is but i want jensen back
user: her and jensen were supposed to be endgame đđ
user: ngl but her and toto would definitely make a cute couple
user: i love how everyone just assumes sheâs with toto now
yourusername
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yourusername: ft a small photo dump
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user: THAT BACK LOOKS SO FAMILIAR
user: tHatâs TOTO OMG
user: toto?!?!?? đŽ
genpadalecki: my loveeee đ
âł yourusername: đ love yaaa, girlfriend
user: oooh to be yn
user: ynjensen is really over đđ
user: toto, thatâs a nice back youâve got;)
user: totoâs one lucky mf
user: I MISS JENSEN đđđ
user: yn, babe, this ainât you, get back with dad
user: thatâs a hot back
user: lordddddddd đ
user: TOTO?!!??
user: mother đ
user: IS THAT TOTO, OMG?!??
âł user: yessss
lewishamilton: đ
user: ariana (lewis) what are you doing here?
georgerussell63: nice back there, mate
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user: we saw thAt comment george
user: toto is so fine omg đŠ
user: my man is so fine
user: her side profile is everything
user: oNE CHANCE, YN, PLEASE đđź
user: totoâs soo lucky huh? đđ
user: did anyone else see georgeâs comment?!?!?
âł user: what comment???
user: MOM MOM MOM MOM
user: you cannot tell me that isnât toto
user: his back bro đĽľ
user: what about jensen???? đđđ
yourusername
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yourusername: life lately <33
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user: âlife latelyâ and post THE TOTO WOLFF?!! đŽ
user: bitcH OMG
user: yn pulls the hottest men ever đŠ
âł user: nah frr â first jensen now toto??
user: idk if i want to be yn or be with her
user: can i be your sugar baby?
mercedesamgf1: finest couple ever! đŽâđ¨
âł user: adminâ youâre so real for this omg
âł user: admin knows whatâs up
user: can toto fight?
âł user: canât fight for a championship thatâs for sure
mercedesamgf1: the boss says youâre gorgeous
âł user: GIVE THIS PERSON A RAISE FOR THEIR HARD WORK
genpadalecki: wifeee đ
âł yourusername: love yaaaaa đŤŚ
user: nooo, i miss jensen đđ
user: i KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT
user: okay but how did toto bag her??? like come on
user: gorgeous ladyyy đ
ruthie_connell: đđđ
user: nOt pierre being in the likes
âł user: loves the gossip lmao
jensenackles: @misha @jaredpadalecki told you
âł user: DAD?!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!
âł user: told them what?!!?
âł yourusername: đ leave me alone, i love my chocolate
âł jaredpadalecki: itâs always the chocolate
âł genpadecki: chocolate is addicting okay
user: JENSEN COMMENTED?!???
âł user: glad to know they ended on good terms đŠ
user: yn, youâre sooo gorgeous
user: the woman that you are, omggg đ
user: mother frrr
user: they make such a hot couple
user: yntoto đŽâđ¨
user: i just need to know you and jensen are still friends
âł yourusername: always <3
lewishamilton: gorgeous - toto wolff
lewishamilton: i donât have instagram - toto wolff
âł yourusername: text me, love đ
âł user: please this is so cute
user: nOt the sign off by toto himself đđ
christianhorner: đŤĄ
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When you read a really good fic but then after ur done reading it, realising that it was a part of a series so now your dying because now youâve ruined it.
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Whenever Iâm sad or stressed I watch supernatural bloopers, my boys always make me smile đđĽš
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Apology Boy
Description: Paul finally apologizes for the scar(s) he gave you when he saw you for the first time.Â
Pairing: Paul Lahote | Human mate!You.
Warning(s): Paul's anger, possible past angst, fluff, Paul is a crazed mess for you, size kink (duh), imprinting/mates, abo!verse but you're human, possessiveness, fingering, cunnilingus (worship), breeding kink, licking, biting, smut with plot because oh God I can never stop myself, teasing, pet names, unprotected p-in-v, overstimulation, manhandling, light dom!Paul because I am still me. MDNI.
Type: Request, for the sweet @wishyouloveme, here.
MASTERLIST
Just like any other day.
. . .
It hit Paul like a freight train and caused sweat to form in ice cold drops on his otherwise warm skin. He had just returned from patrol with Embry and was spread over Emily's dining table whilst stuffing his face with the food she had cooked for them. Everything was fine and dandy. It was a pleasant day and the weather was nice and cool. Soon, he would be done with his daily obligations and then he would go home.
But then Sam came up behind Emily who was standing next to her mate's seat at the head of the table, one hand on the frame and other on her hip as she listened to Seth drone on and on about something that Paul's voice refused to register due to what unfolded next.
The pack leader's strong arms snaked around the waist of his delicate lover as he nuzzled his nose into her hair until the tip had found its way past the dark strands and against her tender cheek until it was caressing and tracing the scars he had left on her.Â
All blood drained from Paul's skin and something in his head clicked. His surroundings faded to a dim buzz and the next few moments went by in a blur.Â
And then he was standing in front of home.
âPaul!â You yelp in surprise at the sight of your nude lover. He usually dresses himself at Sam's house after patrols before coming home to you.Â
Since you are human and your initial experience with the pack had both been overwhelming -thanks to your lover imprinting on you the first chance he was given- and traumatizing -as said lover who was much worse at controlling his primal urges back then had lost control at the sight of you because he was so overcome with raw, foreign emotion he did not know how to process-, you prefer to keep by yourself near the outskirts of the community in a house that Paul had moved in with you upon your request.Â
The pack life is simply too loud and⌠public for you; a city girl used to her secluded places and treasured privacy.
You notice that Paul is panting -which is very unlike him due to his superhuman strength- and a redness outlines his eyes when his huge form approaches yours. âAre youâ Paul!â You gasp and nearly flinch from both the shock and impulse when he lets his heavy body collapse on its knees in front of you. âWhat the hell happenââ you never know with your hyper emotional mate.
His long fingers push your sweater up and out of his way so he can stroke the soft skin of your stomach with the tip of his nose, his head nuzzling into your chest as his dark eyes flutter close and he inhales a deep whiff of your scent. It is the only thing that never fails to calm your hot blooded lover down.Â
âWhat's wrong?â Your voice lowers to a concerned mumble as you peer down at him, your fingers cradle the dusky skin of his handsome face -as much of it as you can reach- and your nails rake through the male's jet black mass of short hair. âHoney?â He only behaves like this if something went wrong or when he is in need of comfort, which are both rare occurrences as he is the usual caretaker in your relationship. But you aren't a complete stranger to him acting like this.Â
Ever the uncommunicative one, the male only sighsâ no, whimpers against your skin as if he's wounded and softly feels your skin with gentle caresses of his fingers. Words require thought, patience and wisdom. Unfortunately, Paul's instinctual mind runs too fast for those things to catch up with it in time and rash actions get carried out before better sense can supply him from its store.
âPaulâŚâ A shiver runs down your spine when his lips that had begun to softly peck your navel find their way up your stomach before they halt to ghost over the healed, plum coloured lesions that stretch across your tender skin in menacing shapes akin to claw marks. âWhat are you doing?â Though he never mentions or discusses it verbally due to the guilt he feels, sometimes Paul becomes hyper aware of the scars of his unmediated passion that mar your skin and tries to make up for them in his own wordless ways.
Except, this only ever happens when you're underdressed or the two of you are indulging in activities typical to couples and the sight of them reminds him of their cause. He has never stormed into the house stark naked and marched up to you like an unreadable oversized pup on the brink of tears like this.Â
âI am sorry.â You nearly jump due to how unexpected the sound of his words are. Usually he just sulks in silence. âBaby, I am so sorryâ Paul never speaks when he is in one of these moods. Especially when he is experiencing bouts of guilt for his actions during his first encounter with you. âOh, Godâ his body grows heavy against yours as he practically pushes his face into the crevices like he wants to become one with them and fill them back up to their original state with parts of himself.Â
âPaulâ oof!â Your smaller body yields to his weight and the ground slips from underneath your feet. âD- Did the guys say something?â You fear the worst as Paul's protective hands catch you before your back can hit the wooden ground and you cannot help but whimper from how his lips lock with the scars in thick, desperate and hurried apologetic kisses.Â
Paul and his pack mates play rough and sometimes they go too far with the teasing. So though he clings to the tough guy act in front of them, he dismantles into you once he is home if their words ever get too far. Yes, the tussling and fighting is not enough if it's serious. And just sometimes, when it gets too much for him to bottle it up, he shares some of it with you. But most often not, since he knows how you feel about the pack and he does not like to worry you.
âI am sorry it has taken me this long to say it out loud, baby⌠but I am so sorrââ
âPaul, hey, look at meâ but he refuses to detach himself from your skin in his shame, his big hands safely holding your whole body up against his. âYou don't have toââ you cannot help it, you hate to see him like this when you know how badly he regrets it. You hate for him to hurt.
âBut I doâ he nearly growls against your skin, his fingers tightening on your hips to brace himself against the war in his head. âThereâs not a day that goes by where I don't regret it.â
âBut you didn't do it on purpose, babyâ you sigh when he refuses to let you see him. Your fingers try to pry his stubborn face upwards. âAnd you worked and improved for us, didn't you, hm?â Your eyes earnestly search for his. âDon't sell yourself so short.â One of your hands rubs his tense shoulders to try and ease their guilt-stricken stiffness.Â
âAll the sameâ ever the stubborn knucklehead. âI should have done this a long time ago. But I was selfish and I was afraid that if I verbally mentioned itâŚâ He hesitates and the love you behold for him renders you helpless against a burning urge to reassure him.Â
âMy loveââ
âI was scared you'd get reminded of it andâŚâ He takes a deep breath and then gulps down the bile in his throat, blinking back tears. âL- Leave meâŚâ Paul's voice is barely a whisper and your heart breaks at how vulnerable he sounds. âAnd I am such an asshole for it because it had more to do with my fear of you leaving me than you reliving your traumaâŚâÂ
âPaulâŚâ You blink and try to focus, but his warm gropes and caresses falter your steam of thought.Â
âI love you, I really do, so muchâ he peeks up at you just a little, dark eyes frightened for the first time since the day he scarred you. âPlease forgive me. I don't ever want to lose you. I know what I did was irreversible but I swear I'll spend the rest of my life fixing it⌠if you'll let me.â You shake your head.Â
Does he really think there's an off chance that you will leave?Â
âPaulâ when you cup the side of his face, he hides into your stomach again. âHey,â you try to duck your face closer to his. make him look at you. âLook at meâ your intended request comes out an order due to all the emotions you feel. âI forgave you a long time ago. That's the reason why I am still hereâ you finally manage to place your forehead against his, making your breaths mingle with his. âI love you more, so much more.â He opens his mouth to drone so you beat him to it.Â
âNow shut up and kiss me.â
Paul is taken aback at your demand, his widening eyes prove it. But as surprising as it may be for him, this isn't something that was unresolved for you until today -unlike him- so you aren't as overwhelmed with angst. Because your mate has proven his love, devotion and worthiness of you through his actions over the course of your relationship. He has shown you that he loves you and that he is sorry for what he did.Â
If anything, his innocently intimate and lovestruck worship of your body has fired it up instead of making it sentimental.Â
And so you want him.Â
Bad.
âButââ
âNo buts. Kiss me.â You are breathless as you urge him to do so, your hands try to pull his face closer into yours although in vain because his bigger and stronger form remains unbudging.Â
Paul's eyes search yours for assurance. â... Yes, ma'amâ he whispers once finds it and the next thing you know, you're being pounced down onto the floor with his arms cased around you to protect you from the impact.Â
And though you always feared that him getting physical in this manner would trigger you, you giggle against his mouth that he drags across your chest and up your throat to clamp onto yours. Your arms circle around his broad shoulders and instead of trying to repel him -like you suspected you would despite having grown to trust him now- you pull him closer as you whimper into the tender yet hungry kiss, feeling your legs climb the lower half of his body instinctively.
âPaul~â you needily blabber against his tongue that he uses to enjoy the sweetness of your mouth, his balmy lips enveloping everything your mouth has to offer in tight, big kisses. âMm~â your chest aches from the strain the lack of oxygen puts on your lungs but your sparking nether regions only scoot closer to his that you feel riling up against yours, your hips grinding against his and limbs tightening around his rock hard body.
âMineâ he growls against your mouth when he has no choice but to pull apart at last, his coarse fingers groping you in greedy handfuls while peeling away any fabric that hurdles their path to your skin. âAll mineâ you moan at the feeling of his teeth grazing against the tender skin of your boobs that he sprays with kisses and licks. âGod, mouse, I love you so muchâ the strength he puts into pushing everything you wear on your upper body away from it leaves you breathless. You love the thrill you feel when his touch feels like he is on the horizons of the dangers he is capable of. When he is so worked up and desperate that he cannot help but get rough because your sweet sweat and arousing body heat fires him up the way it does. You are addicted to the sight of him not giving in to his beastly impulses despite all that because he loves you so much. It is scary, yes. But it turns you on too.
âI love you too, Paulâ though he likes to act cocky and all-knowing most of the time, you know he needs to hear it too. Underneath all that knucklehead play fighting and manhandling of his, he needs reassurance just as much as the next person and though he tries not to burden you as his different lifestyle is hard enough for you as it is, you don't have to be part wolf to feel him and hear his heart.Â
âYou're so perfectâŚâ The way he peppers wet kisses along your cheekbone whilst relieving you of the rest of your clothing causes for your eyes to flutter close to cherish the tingling feeling that sparks your body alight. âJustââ when you try to reach for him to also make it enjoyable for him, he plants your hands above your head and softens your confused pout with a kiss. âJust let me take care of you today, yeah? Don't worry about anything.âÂ
âButâ oh!â He reaches for the mating mark that sits on the right side junction of your neck where a she-wolf's mating glad would be. And though you lack the physical features to feel him through it, the meaning that it holds for Paul serves as a bridge for the biological gap. âOhâŚâ You turn your head sideways to rub your cheek against his shaved one, your hips roll into his hand that dips between your legs and you shudder against Paul's hot tongue that drags across the impressions of his teeth that crevice your skin.Â
âTaste so fuckin' sweet, babyâ there is a strain in Paul's voice because of how much strength it is taking him to hold himself back from impaling you full of his cock right there. âSo perfectâ the lower half of his body leaps down so he can rub his bare erection against the softness of your leg.Â
You moan at the feeling. âPaul,â you whisper into his hair, the feeling of his sharp teeth causing for slick to sizzle up to your entrance from the inside. He growls out a quiet yes, baby against the mark, one hand constantly caressing the dents running along the width of your stomach. âDon't hold backâ you go to touch his rock hard cock and he grunts in denial, seizing your wrist in his fingers faster than you can blink.Â
His face comes up to dominate your vision. âNo, mouse, tonight is all about youâ another kiss squishes out any protest you can form and when his invasive tongue has your nostrils flared from the breathlessness, Paul drags it down your writhing body in the company of heavy pecks until his mouth is between your thighs and he is propping one up with a broad shoulder and the other with his hand that isn't occupied with caressing the evidence of his temper.Â
âPaulâ!â He knows how shy you get when he is between your legs like this.Â
But it's not his fault you taste so fulfilling.Â
âSh, little mouse, you're perfectâ he kisses any and all insecurities away with gentle kisses, the hand that cases one of your thighs stroking the tender inside with its thumb. âAnd you taste so good tooâ he takes his time worshiping your pelvis, deliberately leaving out your pussy to save the best for last. And though you pretend to disapprove and whine for him to come back up and just fuck you instead, his soft kisses that vibrate into your skin every time he moans at the feeling of your nether skin touching his slightly chapped lips, you find yourself helplessly crying out for more at the end.Â
âPaul, please!â You feel his mouth twist into a smirk and your hands dart to finger his thick hair to withstand the sensation of his mouth hovering over your petals.Â
âPlease what, mouse?â You roll your eyes at the taunt in his voice.Â
âPlease touch me!â Your fingers impatiently tug at his short strands and he grins.
âOh, mouse, but I am touching youâ you whine and his shoulders vibrate under your knees from his devilish mirth.Â
âY- You know what I mean!â Though your cheeks are already aflush, you feel new heat seep underneath the layers of the reddened skin.Â
âMmm, but I thought you wanted me toââ
âPaul!â You desperately whine and he lets out a deep cackle.
âFine, geezâ he is so mean when he gets smug. You go to scowl down at him but he takes the mound between your legs in a deep handful and feels the slit between your petals in a vertical caress of his thumb before you do and you end up letting out a loud moan instead. âNeedy much?â You bite your lip and wantonly roll your hips closer to his mouth. âTsk, tsk. Impatient little mouseâŚâ The tip of his digit presses between your nether lips that are dusted with pearly discharges of your arousal and a cherry red flush and your hips buck in anticipation. âYou're lucky that you're so pretty and I like you so muchâŚâ Your spine trembles in your skin when you feel the coarse skin of his thumb against your ultrasensitive folds. âBecause I typically don't appreciate things so small ordering me aroundâŚâ Your back arches when he finally sticks the hot tip of his tongue between your nether lips.
âOhâŚâ You feel your toes curl. âMore, please, Paul, more.â
He is so enchanted by your sweet scent and addictive taste that he is ignorant to anything that isn't your body. âBut you, my dear mouse, you're something elseâŚâ His strong hands take your ass in them and he firmly kneads the plump skin, talking pretty much over you with a lust-drunken madness. You mewl out a moan at the feeling and Paul growls at the sound you make, pulling you closer to his mouth as he presses an open kiss to your pussy. âFuck,â he groans and licks his lips that glisten from your slick, his own tip leaking at the taste of you. âI've never tasted anything like you before and I sure as hell am never gonna get tired of it.âÂ
âPaul!â you cry out when his tongue twirls against your entrance, his nose rubbing against your clit to caress it with the tip as he begins to eat you out.
His growl that vibrates your soaked folds to a buzzing life causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. âPaulâ you moan breathlessly, his name turning to a prayer as you tremble on the verge of releasing more slick.
âGimme that sweet cum, baby, let me taste itâ your lips part and you can't help but arch into his mouth with need. His hands are merciless, the one on your ass kneads it with rough gropes as the other massages the underside of your thighs in broad, determined strokes. You moan and writhe against him, your vision blurring at the hot waves that take over your body.
âI am gonnaâ oh, Paul!â He moans against you as you tremble and then release more even slick into his mouth. His tongue is in heaven as he greedily licks up all he can get.Â
âFucking hell, babyâ the grainy tip of his tongue pokes and prods at your entrance, working the little hole open. âI can't wait to stuff this pretty little pussy full of my pups.âÂ
âMmm, oh fuck, Paul, oh fuuuckâ when he finally penetrates the tight barrier and his hot tongue invades your sensitive cavern, the burning knot between your hips gets tighter. Paul moans at the feeling of your delicate walls and though the vibrations of his doing so shakes you to your core, you cannot help but greedily wrap your legs around his head to both stay in place and withstand the pleasure.
âOh, God, Paul, âm so close!â Your voice is a breathless mewl and he growls at the vulnerable sound, his cock hurting from need. âOh, fuckâ you tremble so badly that you'd collapse into the ground if your knees weren't propped up by your mate's shoulders. âOh fuck, oh fuckâ Paulâs jaw flexes against your thighs when he begins to fuck you with his tongue, one hand fumbling for your cunt before he tickles the hood with his thumb. Your back arches and you clench your eyes shut, your chest heaving as you gasp out his name.
âTsk, tsk, mouseâ his hot breath fans your sensitive folds and you can't help but whimper at the feeling of his middle finger replacing his tongue. âYou need to relax.â His hand that holds your ass pats your cheek in an endearing yet condescending way and your whole body tenses up at the touch even more. âI'm gonna take care of you, babyâ you cannot help but rock your hips to his finger stretching your insides out against it. âYou're mine and I'll never let you get hurt again, I promiseâ he croons before pressing a tender kiss to your clitorial nub. âYou know that, right?â He kisses the slick covered inside of your thigh next to soothe your shaking body. âTell me you know you're mineâ his possessive words make the heat between your legs to go haywire.
âI am yours, Paulâ you breathlessly promise him before letting out a moan when he tickles your folds with his tongue in a praising manner, satisfaction breaking out on his handsome face at your obedience.
âGood mouseâ he begins to lap at your nub and your walls tense around his finger as a result, causing for your slick to slosh from the opening and down Paul's hand. âShh, mouse, easy nowâ he cooes to get you to relax because of how tightly you are clenching yourself and it only gets worse when he adds a second finger. Your hips are so tight. You are on the edge. âYou're gonna let me take care of this cute little pussy, aren't you?â You whimper at the feeling of being stuffed full and being licked at the same time.
âY- Yes, Paul!â The air is heavy with the smell of slick and the sound of him slurping your juices up.
He adds a third finger and you nearly burst into tears from the pleasure. âOh God, Paul, I am gonna cum!â Your entrance burns from the stretch and you moan from the bittersweet discomfort. âPlease, lemme cum! Wanna cum so bad! Please, please!â Your submissive side comes out because of how overwhelmed you are and Paul can cum from the fragility of your voice right here.
âHold it for me, mouse, good girl, c'monâ you sob at his cruel denial and he closes his lips around a mouthful of your folds, soundfully sucking at the clammy skin as he speeds his hand up to practically hammer your trembling pussy into an orgasm. Your toes curl and you throw your head back, fingers tugging at his hair as you tremble violently against him. Your back arches from how his free hand pinches and twists your nipples, softly landing occasional smacks to your boobs. âGood girl. I know you can take itâ his hand then comes down to massage your ass cheek to make for a better stretch. âRelax, babyâ you sob out his name and he smiles against your quivering core, his cheek gently caressing the inside of your thigh to get you to loosen up a little because you are clenching so hard.
âYou're doing good, mouse. So goodâ his lips buzz against your clit. âTake it, baby, take itâ your walls twitch against his coarse digits. âThat's a good girlâ he praises you while continuing to stuff your pussy with his fingers, the feeling of being filled up to the brim causing for you to shake and tremble violently. âThat's my good girlâ his tongue licks your clit as his fingers curve inside of you to search for your sensitive bundle of nerves that always makes you let out the sweetest of melodies.
âI'm gonnaâ I can't anymore, Paul!â Neon shapes cloud your vision when his fingers graze your sensitive spot and he growls at the feeling of your walls convulsing around his fingers.
âYeah, baby. You can cum nowâ he finally relents and you cry out from the joy. âMy little mouse, give me that sweet cumâ his mouth never stops moving against you and you are so overcome with emotion that you are not sure if the tears that are streaming down your cheeks are due to pleasure or pain. âGimme it, mouse. Gimme itâ his tongue is like a beast that eats you up to satiate its starvation. You cry out his name from the pleasure.
âPaul! Paul, Paulâ oh god!â The tongue is too much, though it gives you everything you could ask for at the moment, you need to escape. But when you try to pull away Paul catches your hips and holds you in place.Â
âNow, where do you think you're going, little mouse?â There is a beastliness to his voice.
âN- No, Paul! No moreââ you don't get to finish your plea because his mouth clamps down on your sensitive flesh to suckle on it in big, eager kisses again and your heart threatens to burst through your chest.
âOh fuckâ the knot between your legs tightens so hard you cannot maintain it anymore. Vertigo breaks through your hearing. âOhâ Paul!â The orgasm takes over your whole body, your mind blurs from the burst of sensation that courses through your blood and everything turns into a euphoric mess. âO- Oh GodâŚâ You tremble from the aftershock and Paul groans when he feels you squirt. He releases your hips and you fall back onto the floor, your body too weak to withstand its own weight. âO- Oh fuckâŚâ You're breathless and your body feels like jelly. âPaul, oh PaulâŚâ Your fingers desperately try to reach for him like you're no older than a baby and you notice that he is stroking his hurting cock because of the need to bury his knot in you, a pained expression etched across his face. âP- Paul, I am readyâ though you can barely speak, your body shakes from the need to be filled up by him.
âMouse⌠are you sure?â Though his voice strains from the painful need, he prioritizes your comfort over his and your heart wells up.
âY- Yesâ you try to sit up. âFill me up, pleaseâ he needs no more encouragement after that. With a low growl, he jumps onto you and you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance in a heated caress that makes you whine, your body even forgetting to yelp from how he pounces on you.Â
âI'll never hurt you again, mouseâ he whispers into your ear as he buries his nose into your hair, cock throbbing between your legs. You gasp when he enters you in a quick thrust that makes for all the air to bolt out of your lungs. âI promise.â You tremble in his hold and Paul groans at the feeling.
âI knowâ his mouth clamps down on the mating mark upon hearing your whisper and he slowly stretches your pussy to fit around his erection that even after all that fingering is still too big for your tiny cunt. The overstimulation causes for stars to form in your vision. His cock twitches inside you and he growls, the tip of his tongue tickling your nape in need.
âThat's a good girl, babyâ the hand that cups the side of your face tenderly strokes your cheek. âRelax for meâ when your walls finally adjust to his log-like girth, Paul grins against the mating mark. âYou're doing so good for meâ the thrust of his hips causes for his cock to rub against your sensitive spot and your eyes roll to the back of your head with the feeling. âThere's my good girl. You take my cock so well.â He releases his bite, hips pistoning up and down between your legs as he baby talks to you and strokes your hair to comfort you against the overstimulation that makes you whine.
âPaul!â You tremble as he fucks you in slow, long strokes and you cannot help but cry out his name in need.
âI'm here, baby. I got youâ he murmurs into your hair and you moan at the baritone of his voice. âTake this cock, baby, you got itâ he pants as his fat cock slides in and out of you. Then he suddenly grunts and readjusts you in his hold because the position is not comfortable enough for you and he can feel it. âGod, you're so perfect.â
âI love you, Paulâ you murmur into his ear, your hips lazily rolling against his as you hold him tight.Â
âI love you moreâ the latter part of his sentence turns into a growl due to his struggle with the positioning and he collects your limp form in his. âAnd I can do this betterâ though he roughly pushes your bodies off the floor to head for the bedroom, his fingers subconsciously caress your back in gentle strokes to make up for how your bare skin rubbed into the floor during the ordeal. You whine from how his heavy sack puts a strain on your entrance where your bodies connect as he does so. He cooes praise and reassurance in your ear as comfort, peppering your mouth with gentle kisses.
.
The next morning when he leaves for patrol in a black tank top and some shorts, there is a shy grin on his face as he looks back at the door one last time to wave you goodbye. You blush and return the gesture, biting your lip like it's the morning after your first time with each other.Â
âGeez, man, not the dreamy eyes!â A groan sounds from somewhere in the woods and you gasp before ducking behind the door. Chuckles and howls follow.Â
The jerk brigade has arrived.
âSomeone get these two a room!â You recognize Jake's voice and shake your head as you peek outside from behind your shield. âOh, wait, they did that already!â You cannot help but snort when you see that Paul has begun to jog in the direction of the voices. âIn light of how the whole town learnt all the ways in which Paul's name can be moaned last nightâ uh, oh. That's not going to be good. Your lover is very private and sensitive about you as it is and when someone tries to pry or joke about matters of this sort he does not appreciate it. Especially if it's his hormonal friends that he knows too well. âPaul, Paul, oh, Paul!â Your cheeks burn in embarrassment and Paul snarls before he flings his shirt off and jumps into the air, transforming into his beastly form midway and disappearing into the woods to attack the offendor.
You see the great trees shake from the tussle that you can practically visualize behind them and the encouraging howls of Paul's pack mates further confirms it. They love to get a rise out of your easily excitable boyfriend and he loves to put them in their place, being the strongest after Sam. Their crossing of each other's boundaries for the sake of fun used to concern you in the beginning but Paul himself assured you that that was just how they played and it was not coming from a bad place.Â
So you wait for the ferocious crowd to move further away into the jungle that surrounds your house before you walk down to the dirt road to collect his clothing with a lighthearted shake of your head. A smile graces your lips as you do so and you cannot help but graze the now covered scars that your superhuman lover gave all his love to last night. Â
Though it will be a while before he does, you cannot wait for him to come back home to you.
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I am sorry if it sucks omg I really hope you like it <3
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The Incident - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader
A little one shot that I just couldn't stop writing. A good angst to fluff (btw my fics will never be all angst, im too soft). Also do not fear, Im working on a Sam fic and part 3 to not letting you go. But you let ME know what you think of this one â¤ď¸ 2K words
"My SISTER, Paul. She's my fucking SISTER!" you yelled, voice hoarse as your throat cracked.
"I could give a SHIT LESS WHAT SHE IS. YOU'RE. NOT. GOING." He screamed, jaw taut as he tried his best to subside the tremors that were threatening to take over his body.
You ignored the teeth he bared, shaking your head and scoffing.
"Aren't you tired of this?! I'm going over there. I HAVE to know she's safe."
"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL JUST SIT BY AND WATCH MY IMPRINT GO TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN'T PROTECT HER? WHAT ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT YOU'RE SAFE?? HUH?? YOU'RE SICK IF YOU THINK I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THIS!"
"Sick?!? SICK?!? LETS TALK ABOUT HOW 'SICK' IT IS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL HER AND THE BABY. THATS MY FAMILY PAUL!"
"AND WERE NOT?"
It had been like this for a week straight. Ever since the pack stormed through the door announcing their mission to kill Bella and the unborn child within her.
You felt as though your two families had been pinned against each other. Head spinning at the idea of there being a 'choice' between your sister and imprint.
On one hand you were desperate to make sure she was alright, but also exhausted at the never ending battle with your boyfriend.
Sure you had talked to Bella over the phone, but you didn't buy into the lies like your father had. Even though you knew significantly more than he did, she still attempted to downplay the situation. She had done this numerous times since getting thrown into the vampire world, but she could only keep you in the dark for so long before you unraveled the truth.
You had to see her. Even if it was the last time. By fate, or at the hands of the pack. You had to be there for her, as she would you.
Leaving your imprint though? Was at task challenging at best. On at least four different occasions you fought with Paul for so long that Emily and Sam had to intervene, prying you two apart at the pleads of other pack members.
Emily would console you while you ranted and Sam would make Paul run off his anger in the woods. When you faced him again, it turned into a rerun of the same argument. Nobody in the house had gotten sleep, and the things were progressively getting worse.
Quil came through the door, widening his eyes.
"Just a heads up everyone, a little comedic relief does not go over well. I saw my life flash before Paul's eyes." He huffed before sitting down.
"When is this going to be overrrr?" Embry whined. He shoved his head in his hands on the kitchen table while you and Paul went at it in the front yard.
Emily sighed.
"Unfortunately sooner than you think....Y/N packed her suitcase this morning." She said quietly.
"You're not really going to let her go over there are you?!?" Kim stood up, looking at both Emily and Sam.
"If you would like to stop her, please, be my guest." Sam motioned his hand to outside, where you and Paul could be seen through the window. You were throwing your arms up and pointing fingers at him, while his voice boomed loudly, towering his large frame over yours.
Kim winced.
You had always been the calm to Paul's raging storm. 'Made him all soft' as the guys would tease. None of them had actually seen you two disagree with each other. In the mind link they saw glimpses of minor arguments, most of the time being reconciled in the sheets..
Paul eventually got an order by Sam to think about something else while on patrol. 'Literally, anything else'.
"She's not going anywhere. I can count on my hand how many times they've been apart since he imprinted. They'll work it out eventually." Jared said as he pulled Kim on his lap, taking a hunk out of his apple.
Kim didn't share a look that she believed him, worriedly looking out to where you stood.
A few moments passed when her body stiffened and she gasped, making Jared look where she was.
"SHIT! SHIT!" He said, throwing Kim off his lap.
Sam turned to look out the window in time to see Paul phase, his sharp claw making contact with your skin. Your blood curdling scream instantly had everyone else off their seats, nearly knocking each other over to race outside.
You laid on the ground as your body wracked with sobs, clutching your side. Blood gushed through your hand as you started to panic, scrambling to stand. The large silver wolf only stood for a few moments before Paul shifted back, completely horrified as he frantically tried to reach you.
He felt his heart nearly rip out of his chest as you backpedaled into Emily, who was helping to hold you upright.
"NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! IM DONE!" You cried.
Sam stood in the middle of the two of you.
Paul could feel his chest caving in, hand out, speaking more gently than he had at all in the past week.
"B-baby. Please. Please, I'm- I'm so sorry baby. Please let me just see-"
"NO! I'm done. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm done." You repeated like a mantra, limping to the car.
"Y/N you cannot drive like this..." Emily attempted to say as she stepped in from behind you. She could see your anxiety was heightened, and afraid to set you off further.
"I have to go," you choked, on the verge of tears as you tried to open the drivers side. You had yet to even notice the gash in your side, adrenaline pumping wildly through your body.
Paul made his way around Sam, grabbing your other arm that was holding the door.
"You are crazy if you think I'm letting you leave like this. Please come-"
You yanked your arm from his grasp.
"Don't. Let me go!" You said coldly.
Paul froze. He couldn't move. You never spoke to him like this. Even in the numerous fights you two had this week.
Every single instinct in his body needed to help you. He knew you were downplaying your injuries. He knew he just royally fucked everything up. But the absolute last thing you could do was walk into a house full of vampires dripping in blood. Fucking doctor or not.
"Come inside and let me take a look at you, okay? Please." Emily said to coax you, frantically looking at your wound.
This made Sam follow her gaze, looking down to see the blood pouring from your side hadn't stopped, and you were growing paler by the minute.
"Y/N....you're going to stay here and I'll call Sue." He said in an authoritative voice, leaving no room to argue as he turned to start dialing the number.
You almost argued. You almost fought both of them on the subject. Your stubbornness almost won.
But you felt an immense pain. So strong you don't know how the hell you didn't notice it when you stood up.
That couldn't be good.
"....Y/N?" Paul said, barely above a whisper. Tears were now silently streaming down his face as he held both hands out slightly. Not close enough to touch you but to be prepared in case you fell.
You could feel yourself start to float in and out of consciousness. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on something. You looked at his hands that were outstretched.
Those hands that you held on your first date. The hands that hover your back anywhere you go. The hands that lift you up from the couch on movie nights to bring you to bed. The hands that move in just the right way when making love to you. The hands that were now shaking, not out of anger, but fear. You loved those hands.
"Y/N? Baby?" Paul said louder, more urgently as he could see you fading.
You watched him get blurry as the world started to spin.
"Paul," you murmured, before fading into darkness. The last thing you remember were the hands that caught you before you hit the ground.
"Y/N!!!" Paul screamed as he caught your body falling into him.
Sam ran back, telling him Sue was just up the street. He instructed Paul to carry you inside and onto the bed. The pack dispersed, each trying to find something to help you such as towels, an emergency kit and pillows.
Paul held you close as he lay you down, while repeatedly whispering in your ear.
"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so-so sorry. I cant lose you. Youre everything to me. I'll never yell at you again. I swear on my life. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you." Paul pressed kisses to your hairline when Sue and her nurse friend entered.
Jared reluctantly came in behind them to lead Paul out of the room as they worked.
"Come on man, she'll wake up soon I promise."
After he was guided out, Paul slid down to sit on the other side of the door, refusing to move. Jared didn't push it, leaning down to sit next to him.
"Sue's seen this kind of stuff before. Just needs stitching up and stuff," Jared reassured as he put his hand on Paul's shoulder.
"It's not the injuries I'm worried about. So much as what she'll think of me when she wakes up. I....I fucked this one up, Jare."
"If Emily can forgive Sam, I think Y/N will forgive you. She's crazy about your ass."
Paul just nodded, praying he was right.
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Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you woke. You looked around to see that you had been bandaged up along your left side, an IV attached to your arm sat close by. You attempted to sit up, whining when the pain wouldn't allow it. Within a few minutes Emily entered, her face showing relief.
"You're up! How are you feeling?" She checked the IV before sitting on the edge of the bed, careful of your body.
"Sore...where's, where's Paul?" Your heart ached as you started to replay what happened. There was no doubt in your mind what happened was an accident. You had seen the signs he always warned you about, and chose to ignore them in the heat of the argument. Not only that, but the look on his face when you had refused him was too much to bare.
Emily smiled, not expecting you to want to see him so soon.
"He's just outside the door. Hasn't moved. He didn't know if you'd want to see him..."
"I need to talk to him."
It hadn't even been a few seconds when Paul stood at the door. He looked more out of shape than you did. The disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't slept in days.
"I'll give you two some space. Just holler if you need anything," Emily spoke as she stood up, making her way around him and down the stairs.
Paul remained where he stood,
"If you don't want to be with me I understand. I have no words for my actions other than I am so...." he cleared his throat, trying not to cry. "So incredibly sorry I put you through this. I put you in danger when I was trying to keep you out of it. You don't have to stay I-"
"Paul please just kiss me." You interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest as you already made up your mind in forgiving him.
He stood for just a moment longer, trying to comprehend if he heard you correctly. It was when you weakly opened your arms for him that he wasted no time in rushing over to you, cupping your face and gently yet passionately kissed you with everything he had. Tears flowed his cheeks at the relief that you still wanted him. Even after everything he had put you through.
You two pulled back for air after a moment, and you ran your hand through his hair.
"I forgive you, okay? I can't imagine my life without you."
He let out a breath, smiling for the first time in weeks.
"It will never happen again. I swear on my fucking life baby." He caressed your hair, neck, landing his palm on your heart.
You two sat like that for awhile. Almost scared to leave each other's presence. You two talked for hours on the bed. Paul had confessed that the night before, while you were sleeping, the pack had fought with the Cullens. You learned that Paul refused to go, not wanting to leave your side. You were grateful to hear that Sam didn't push on him being there, knowing you were all that mattered to him, and he'd refuse him if he had too. Even if it went against his every instinct as a wolf. Turns out that Jacob had imprinted on your niece, and Bella had survived, now as a vampire.
You weren't particularly thrilled your sister was now a bloodsucker, but as long as she was alive, you were happy.
Paul eventually made his way to the other side of the bed, kissing every exposed inch of you, whispering all the things he loved about you in your ear until you fell asleep.
When your heartbeat slowed down and he was sure you were out, he reached down and felt the velvet box in his pocket. No doubt in his mind about the future you both held.
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Paring; sam x reader
Prompt; 'Gettin' caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face'
Requested; anon
Notes; reqs and inbox are open !
Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist
It wasnât often you found yourself getting a moment alone anymore. Hunting had seemingly taken over your entire lives and left you with little time to enjoy the other things in life.
It had been so long since you had eaten anything which didnât come from a box or a takeout bag that youâd almost forgotten how calming it could be to cook your own food. The smell alone left you floating into your own little world, your worries seeming to melt away the longer you moved around the kitchen.
Grabbing a tomato you carefully sliced it, humming to yourself as you did. Placing the knife down you carefully scooped the pieces into a bowl before. As you moved the feeling of two arms wrapping around your waist pulled a small gasp from your lips.
Placing your hands on the counter you let out a breath feeling lips press against the shell of your ear. âWhat are you making.â Sam smiled pressing another kiss to your cheek. âNothing fancy.â You shrugged leaning into his chest with a content sigh.
Sam humed moving his hands to your hips. âSmells good.â He smiled. His hands rubbed slow circles into your hips as you continued to chop vegetables. Sam rested his head on your chin allowing himself to relax as your movements swayed him slightly.
Your food had quickly become one of his favourite things and heâd truly missed it more than heâd admit. Heâd missed the domesticity of it all. How normal it was in a world where almost nothing was normal.
âOkay.â You clapped your hands. âNow we wait.â You turned in his arms, moving your own around his neck. Samâs gaze was soft as he smiled down at you. âWhat.â You laughed feeling slightly nervous under his gaze.Â
âNothing, nothing justâŚâ He shook his head. âI love you.â He smiled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The tips of his fingers grazed the back of your head as you felt a quiet sigh leave your lips. âI love you too.â You smiled - a warm feeling slowly building in your stomach.
Samâs hand moved to cup the back of your head. His hand gently massaged your head as his gaze dropped to your lips. âI missed this.â He sighed. The last few weeks had been nothing short of hellish yet all that seemed to fade away as the world seemed to narrow down until everything seemed like background noise.
The only thing that mattered to him at that moment was you.Â
âItâs been a while.â You laughed quietly. He nodded in agreement before leaning in to press his lips against yours. A small noise of surprise escaped your lips at the sudden movement. Sam smiled against your lips as you felt his hand slowly slip from your hair down to your hip.
Your own hands looped around his neck as you pushed yourself up slightly on your toes. âWait.â He murmured against your lips pulling back slightly.
You furrowed your brows tilting your head slightly. âWha-â A yelp left your lips as you suddenly felt yourself get lifted from the ground and placed on the counter behind you. âBetter.â He grinned rubbing his nose against yours.
âBetter.â You grinned using your grip on his neck to pull him in. A quiet laugh escaped him as your lips met his. Samâs hand squeezed your hip as you moved a hand to the nape of his neck.
Falling into your own little world, time seemed to float away until a loud ringing noise broke through the silence - the food was done.
You both jumped, Sam, pulled back his eyes wide as he looked around for a moment before his eyes landed on the timer. Oh.
âWell. That's one way to ruin the mood.â You shook your head jumping off the counter to turn off the oven. Sam laughed leaning back against the counter, watching you. âWe always have later.â He shrugged a smirk playing on his lips.
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You Saved Me - 20
Jared Padalecki x Reader, past Jared Padalecki x Genevieve, past Evan (OC) x Reader
2,073 words
Warnings: smut, 18+ only please
Series Masterlist - Masterlist
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Each morning after the brewery party started roughly the same way. Jaredâs alarm went off. He stopped it from blaring through the bedroom. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back into his chest. His lips fluttered over the skin of your shoulder blade, your neck, your back, anywhere he could reach, still exposed from the night before. Jared worked his way down the bed, down your body, until he was fully submerged in everything that was you.
His tongue lapped at you, his thumbs spreading you open to him. Jaredâs tongue fucked into you, the tip of his nose catching on your clit and making your thighs tremble. You pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged gently, rocking your hips and sliding yourself over his tastebuds. With a cry of his name, you crumbled, legs shaking, chest heaving as you panted in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.
Jared ascended your body with a grin splitting his face. He licked his lips and wedged his hips between your thighs.
The two of you rolled around between the sheets until the last possible minute before he had to get out of bed to shower. Even then, Jared would sometimes drag you along with him, pressing your back against the icy tiles and kissing you breathless as the air around you filled with steam.
âSon of a bitch.â Jared huffed into the crook of your neck. It was a Saturday, and he shouldâve been off work, but it was getting close to the end of the season, and he had some post-production business to attend to.
You pulled back and looked up at Jared, a blissed-out but sleepy smile on your lips. âYou okay?â
Jard returned your grin and nodded. âBeyond.â He chuckled. âJust donât wanna spend the day away from you.â
You pouted. âI know, babe, but executive producer is a big role. Lots of behind-the-scenes jobs.â Jared just sighed, knowing you were right. âHey.â You ran your fingers through his hair. âIâm so proud of you.
Jaredâs cheeks flushed a light shade of pink before he tried to brush your compliment off with a self-deprecating joke.
âStop.â You admonished. âIâm serious, Jared. Youâve come so far in this field. You started out as a kid on Gilmore Girls, grew up on screen in front of millions of people, and now youâre a grown man with a family, and a damn good title before your name in the credits, and a hell of a legacy.â
âBaby.â Jared looked into your eyes. âThank you.â He pressed his lips firmly against yours. âThank you for your support through all of this. I know our lives together has a bit of a⌠rocky history. I know itâs not easy just being thrown into this lifestyle, either. With,â Jared cleared his throat, âwith Gen, it was⌠easy - er, um - she knew the lifestyle. She knew what it was like being an actor, so she knew what it was like to be dating one, to be married to one.â You just nodded slowly as Jared continued. âAnd itâs not even just that for you - for us. Itâs the kids, the ex-wife, theâŚâ
âThe stalker.â You finished his sentence, beginning your own tangent. âThe stalker, the two kids who were barely school-age when I met you and are now⌠entire human beings on the verge of adults, the ex-wife who thought I was trying to steal her children from her, the third baby who looks eerily similar to the other two kids you and Genevieve have together.â You couldnât help yourself. The words poured from your mouth before you could filter them, so you quickly closed your lips and pressed them together tightly. âSorry.â You muttered.
Jared swallowed hard and nodded. âLike I said, rocky.â
âRocky is definitely a word for it.â You scoffed. âBut it - it doesnât matter what our life has been like. It got us here.â You shook your head and reached down, sliding your hand along Jaredâs arm and lacing your fingers together. âAnd I am very happy with here.â
Jared kissed you harder, his teeth scraping your lips when he failed to fight back a smile. âI love here.â He muttered against your lips. The alarm on his phone sounded and pulled you both from your dreamy daze, tangled up in one another as water cascaded to the floor behind you. Jared whined as he reached out of the shower and shut the sound up, then kissed you one last time. âUnfortunately, I canât be here again until tonight.â
You smirked up at him and nodded. âDonât worry.â You bit your bottom lip. âI have a few new lingerie sets thatâll make it well worth the wait when you get back home.â With a groan, Jared kissed you again and shoved himself away from you, then moved to get himself ready for the day.
You didnât post much anymore, but you kept your social media accounts. You still had control of them. You still scrolled through them mindlessly; the post caught you off-guard.
The post showed Evan holding the hand of a toddler - a just-turned-one-year-old apparently - and the toddlerâs other hand holding onto a womanâs hand. All three had smiles on their faces. The caption read something about it being the kidâs first birthday.
Evan had a kid? No. No, Evan had a girlfriend who had a kid. Evan had a girlfriend?
You shook your head quickly, eyes clenched shut. Your phone fell to the couch cushion beside you. Evan had a girlfriend, who he was so committed to that she was introducing him to her son. Your breathing sped up a bit, and your head began to spin. You werenât with him anymore. You hadnât been for a long time. It shouldnât have hurt to find out that he was dating someone else. But it did. It hurt more than you ever expected it to. You picked up your phone and studied the picture for longer than you wouldâve liked to admit, then you double-tapped the picture, a heart appearing in the center of it, and locked your phone, tossing it to the side again.
After sitting in complete silence for a few minutes, your thoughts consuming you, you picked up your phone again and typed a quick message to Evan.
âHappy for you, hope youâre doing well.â
You shouldnât have sent it. You shouldâve just kept to yourself, blocked him on every platform, deleted his number, moved on. You did move on, but something in you pulled you back. Your phone buzzed, and your heart jumped in your chest.
âHey babe. Coming home for lunch. See you in a few.â
Jared.
You sighed, closed your eyes, and waited for Jared to make his way home to you. He walked through the door eight minutes after you read his text. He gave you eight minutes to collect yourself, but somehow it wasnât enough. As soon as he saw you, he knew.
âWhat happened?â Jared sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you against him. âWhatâs going on?â
You shook your head, keeping your eyes cast downward. âNothing, Jare.â
Jared pulled back and looked down at you with a frown. âTalk to me.â
Inhaling a shaky breath, you closed your eyes. âI donât - I donât even know why itâs getting to me.â Jared raised his brows, silently asking you to continue. âI was just sitting here scrolling and,â you shook your head, laughing sarcastically at yourself, âI saw something that⌠triggered me?â
Jared cautiously reached for your hand. âAre you okay?â
You nodded. âIâm okay. This shouldnât be getting to me like this, so Iâm mostly just mad at myself for the way Iâm reacting. I saw a post from - from Evan. He⌠has a girlfriend. His girlfriend has a kid.â You sighed, shaking your head again. âHe has a family.â
Jaredâs shoulders fell as he tried to hide his disappointment. He recovered and straightened himself quickly but you could still see the defeat written on his face. âYou have a family too.â Jared reminded you gently. âYou have me, you have the boys.â
âI know I do, Jared. I know I have you. I donât envy what he has. I donât miss him.â You assured Jared. âI love you, and I love those boys. I love my life with you, Jared.â The tension released from Jaredâs shoulders, his arm relaxing around you as he kept you close. âOur life together has barely even started.â You couldnât help the small smile that crossed your lips.
Jared ran his fingers through your hair and cupped your cheek in his palm. âI cannot wait to marry you.â
You tipped your head up, finally looking into Jaredâs eyes. âI canât wait either.â You closed your eyes. âI - Iâm not just talking about getting married thoughâŚâ Jared quirked an eyebrow. You cleared your throat and hesitated. âI want to have your babies, Jared. I want to carry our baby, and feel them kick, and watch you become a daddy again. A daddy to our first baby.â
Jared sighed. âI⌠know.â He closed his eyes. âI know you want that, and I had a feeling there was something you werenât telling me.
You furrowed your brows. âWhat am I not telling you?â
âThat youâre struggling,â Jared started with a shrug, âwith the boys being mine but not yours - not biologically, I mean. Theyâre yours, Y/N. They love you so much.â
âTheyâre not mine, Jared,â you pulled away from him, âand you just made it very clear that you feel that way. That theyâll never be mine.â
âDonât.â He pinched the bridge of his nose. âYou know thatâs not - the words just didnât come out right.â Jared tried to explain, but you were hurt, and you werenât in the mood to listen.
âIâm gonna take a few, okay?â You and your therapist - the same one Jared used and had gotten you an appointment with - had been working on making sure you didnât let the way you defended yourself against Evan in an argument make its way into your relationship with Jared. Conflict resolution strategies, she called them. âIâll be back.â
Jared gave you a few seconds before he followed after you. âY/N, please.â
âJared, please.â You echoed sternly. âIâm trying to do what I need to do to make sure our relationship doesnât get as fucked up as my last one, so please just give me a couple of minutes to myself. We will talk, I promise you that, but I need to take a breather first.â Jared nodded his understanding, muttered an apology, and made his way back to the living room until you were ready to talk to him again.
Within ten minutes, you were back in the living room, offering Jared a glass of water.
âThanks.â He said, and you nodded.
âThank you for giving me space.â You tapped the pads of your fingers against your own glass.
âWhatever you need.â Jared said sincerely. âIâll never be mad at you for taking care of yourself.â
âThank you.â You repeated, sitting beside him on the couch. âCan we talk now?â Jared nodded. âYou were right.â You sighed. âI do struggle sometimes, with the boys not being mine. We can fake it all we want - that weâre this happy little family - but at the end of the day, no matter how much I love those kids, theyâre not mine, and that hurts. I love you so much, Jared. Beyond words. And I want to give you everything. I want to give you kids - as many as you want, whenever you want them. I want a family with you. I want a house, and a yard, and holidays full of laughter, and stories, and old family recipes around that big, wooden table.â Your words became broken as your eyes filled with tears. âI just want to know that you want that too.â
Jared reached out and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head. âI do.â He promised on a whisper. âI do want that. I want all of that - with you.â You wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face in his shirt. âIâve got you.â Jared held the back of your head. âIâm not going anywhere.â
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You and Sam stumbled in to the motel room and you both kissed. The moment you both got into the room you slipped off his jacket letting it fall to the ground. Sam kissed down your neck making her sigh as you run your fingers through his perfectly managed hair. You pulled his head back and roughly grazed your teeth against his neck making him gasp. He backed you up to the bed making you both fall onto it as you giggled. Your hands eagerly tried to take off his shirt but it was taking too long. You groan and you then ripped it up making the buttons fly everywhere as he chuckled at your eagerness. Sam shrugged off his shirt throwing it somewhere in the room along with his shoes and the rest of his clothes. He stood up to take off his Jeans and you sat up and took off your dress leaving you in only your black lacy thong.
You opened your legs letting Sam get in between them. You have just had just met Sam three days ago as you both stumble upon the same hunt. So, both of the brothers thought it was a good idea to work it together. With everyone being saved. It was called for a celebration. You have changed into a black mini dress as you wanted to get fucked tonight. You just didnât think it would be Sam Winchester out of all people. You wouldnât have minded it being another person. But Sam would do. Plus during the whole hunt. You both connected so well together and you loved it. Never felt that way with anyone else youâve ever worked with. Sam roughly placed his lips on yours as his hand roams your body in a gently way.
His finger tips glide through your body reaching your clothed pussy making small circles making you lightly whimper into the kiss. He pulled away from your lips sitting up as he removed your panties from your legs tossing them aside as he got a view of your glistening pussy. Sam bites his lower lip as you slip out of your black dress letting your chest go free. His long fingers glide through your hot, wet pussy as you softly moaned. His other hand went up to your chest and took ahold of your hardened nipple playing with it. Sam puts his fingers on your entrance sliding his middle finger inside of you. âAh, fuck.â Your back arched off the back as the pad of his fingers touch your G-spot. He then added his ring finger inside as he started pumping them. The only sounds coming out were your moans and the squelching sound of your wet pussy. âFuck, Sam, Sam!â You took ahold of his wrist making him stay still as your hips rolled.
Sam feels his dick get even harder as he watched how you fucked your self with his long fingers the way you gasp as she rode them. He himself felt like he could cum inside his tightened pants at any time. He saw your eyes roll to the back of your head as your thighs started to shake. He felt the way your pussy started to flutter. The pad of his thumb rubbed on your swollen clit making you whimper as you felt like you were going to explode at any second. You threw your head back biting your lips so hard you drew blood forgetting how to breathe. âOh god!!â
You violently shook, your eyes rolled to the head of your head as you orgasmed. Sam looked at you fall apart as he slammed his fingers in and out of you in a really fast pace making you see the stars and maybe possibly heaven. Slumping and panting you looked up at the ceiling being left speechless at how hard you orgasmed. âJesus, fuck.â You breathed out smiling. You looked over at Sam as he stood up and wiped his mouth and sucked on his fingers from your orgasm. You could see through his boxer shorts how hard he was. You sat up and grazed your fingers on his clothed dick making it jump a little as he groaned.
You pulled down his boxer shorts as his dick sprints out and you see how he was leaking from his pre-cum. âMmm.â You hummed licking the tip of his dick making him hiss at how sensitive he was and how red his tip looked at how turned on he was from what he did to you. You grabbed his dick pulling it up as you licked from the base to his tip making his breath hitch and lets out a loud moan as you took him in your mouth going all the way inside until it touched the back of your throat. Sam grabbed your hair as he made it into a makeshift ponytail and buckled his hips fucking your mouth as he grunts, groans, and he moaned. âFuck, ah!â He felt himself start to twitch.
He pulled you away with a popping noise, his chest falling up and down as he tried to catch his breath. He laid you back down as he bends his long legs bringing you to the edge of the bed. He pumped his dick a few times as he played with your clit making you moan. He then puts his tip on your slits gliding it up and down making you moan as the feeling. âLook at me.â He said making you open your eyes to look into his hazel eyes. He sank inside of you stretching your pussy out. He didnât even give you time to adjust to his size hugging your legs as he mercilessly fucked you. âOh my god! Yes! Aah!â You grip the sheets hard shaking as the amount of pleasure you were receiving from the man. Hunters donât really get the time to find hook ups as it was hunt after hunt.
And youâre not one to be hooking up with other men. Or hunters. But Sam was an exception because of the fact that girls have needs and he was so sweet on you. Sam grabbed you from your hips lifting them up into the air getting you into a new angle turning you into a completely mess, your legs wonât stop shaking your moans echoed inside the room as he rolled your hips at a fast pace driving you insane. You felt your stomach tightening, meaning you were about to orgasm. âSam, Sam! Sam! Aaah!!â You clenched around him as you shook thrashing around as you spills your juices all around his dick. Moaning hard.
Sam closed his eyes as he felt his dick start to twitch. Letting out a long guttural moan he pulled out of you pumping himself as his cum spills on your stomach. Shot after shot after shot. âUuaargh!â He buckled his hips letting go of his dick as he backed away from you breathing heavily as he looked at your sweaty body. You looked up at him as he walked over to you his dick softens as he leaned down kissing your lips.
âWe should do this more often.â You suggested as he smiled and nods his head. âMost definitely.â He said as he got on the bed patting the other side and you went up and into his arms cuddling into the hunter. âYouâre literally a sex god.â You whispered as he just laughed as your eyes fall close feeling very sleep.
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summary: social media/modern era au with stanford! sam winchester
pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader
warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, slice of life, references to drinking, and one mention of sex
a/n: first social media au so please be nice to be loll. but this was fun to make! and who knows i might make more in the future đ¤
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Just finished it and i loved it so much! could i request a part 2 to Dream Of Me..?
Dream Come True
Sam Winchester x F!Reader
IT'S HERE!!!!! okay, so many of you asked for a p.2 and it's here, finally. Thank you to everyone who left comments under Dream Of Me and now you have the second part. By the way, I think this shows my slight (huge) obsession with Sam's muscles and my lack of knowledge in blowjobs
Read "Dream Of Me" here
Summary: Sam's avoiding you, he's weird ever since he woke up and you had to question him about it sometime.
Warnings: SMUT, unprotected piv (which is fake and i do not encourage), oral (m. and f. recieving), nipple sucking, fingering (sort of), marking, angsty??? maybe, kissing, cursing, use of y/n, dean is done with these two, english is not my first language, NOT PROOF READ, ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE
WC: 11.6K (shhh, don't talk about it)
You can learn how to change Y/N for your actual name here
enjoy!
As soon as Sam arrived in the library and saw you standing there in those jeans that did wonders for your legs he immediately felt the room grow hotter. He felt like a high school boy who had just hit puberty with the way he was feeling today or as if it was the first time he dreamed with a woman in his bed â or other places for that matter. He did have feelings for you for some time, but everytime he thought about you, he thought about the sweetness of your smile or the way your laugh sounded when you were slightly drunk. Not about how loud he could make you scream his name.
Sam wasnât innocent, and neither were you. He knew that you werenât â he had heard, when the motel walls were too thin, the bed hitting against it and some curses of pleasure out of your mouth. And you most definitely knew he wasnât, telling you and Dean the history he had with Ruby in excruciating detail even made you feel tingly inside.
Sam tried, badly, to be nonchalant about it around you but it was so difficult. Your plump lips moving as you explained the case, sometimes your tongue darting out to wet it, were driving him insane. He paid much more attention to the way you spoke to him with your hand on his shoulder during the drive to the case, your breath lightly hitting his face and reminding him of the hot kiss you shared in his head, your hand practically burning on his skin through his flannel. And when you finally found a motel to crash in for the time you stayed there, you started loading the gun barrels inside the boys room while Sam attempted to research and Dean was reading lore books on the small table the room had. The way you worked your fingers with your gun was so erotic without you even wanting it to be. Sam was on the verge of breaking as he stared at you, who was oblivious to his looks.
But one person that wasnât oblivious was Dean Winchester. When he looked up from his book to Sam, ready to ask him a question, he almost immediately closed his mouth when he noticed Sam was doing anything but research. He looked at the way his brother was sitting, with an elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand, torso slightly turned in your direction, eyes trained on your hands. Dean then looked at you and was shocked that you hadnât even acknowledged Samâs stare. He smirked to himself as he shook his head in disbelief.
Of course Dean knew about Samâs feelings. He got him to admit to his crush on you one night where the brothers were in a bar alone and you were in a hunt by yourself. Sam had just hung up his phone after talking to you, his slightly slurred words made you chuckle in the other end of the line and, when Sam put his phone down on the table, he wrapped one hand in his beer and sighed dreamily, staring mindlessly at his thumb that brushed the bottle left to right.
âHer laugh is so beautiful, it matches herâ He murmured and Dean almost choked on his own beer, eyes widening at his brother, eyebrows furrowed. As if Sam had realized he actually said it out loud and not just thought, he looked over at Dean, face to face with his brotherâs amused look. Sam just sighed disappointedly, knowing that there was no way he was escaping this, not even giving the âIâm just drunk!â excuse. So, he just accepted it âDonât tell herâŚâ
As if all dots connected, Dean leaned back on his chair, a grin on his face as he thought about the interactions you and Sam had with each other and how it was actually quite obvious. âYou like her?â Dean asked the obvious and Sam just nodded. After that, as the amazing older brother he is, Dean promised he wouldnât utter a word to you about this and he was keeping his promise up to this day, but that didnât mean he wouldnât tease the youngest about itâŚ
âHey Sam, have you found anything?â Dean spoke up and that seemed to wake Sam up from his trance. He cleared his throat and desperately tried to make it seem like he was concentrated fully on his assigned task.
âUm, y-yeah, all the victims died of blood loss and.. and there are bite marksâŚâ Sam said, making you look up at him too, throwing your hair back with a movement of your head. Your hands had stopped working on the guns and you got up from the bed you were sitting, leaving the weapon behind. You walked until you were behind Sam and, using his body for support, putting your left hand over his right shoulder, you leaned in to look at the screen, confirming the information yourself.
Sam stiffened up the moment you got closer to him. With the way you were leaning in â your hand on him again â made him take a deep breath to stay put. He had his eyes glued on the laptop screen because he feared that if he glanced at you in any way he wouldnât be able to control his most primal needs â A.K.A. avoid his sinful thoughts to take over and a boner to rise. He could feel your warmth behind him and, as you nodded and walked away, completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions in his head, he finally felt like he could breathe.
âItâs clearly vampires. Thank God we didnât have to turn libraries upside down to figure this one outâ You said with a slight smile to Dean, your arms crossed in front of you. He closed his book with a thud, thankful for not having to do much more. You turned back to Sam who, at this point, had also closed his laptop and seemed lost in thought.
To get your suit in your bag â that you left over the other bed â, you had to go past Sam and, as you did, you brushed a hand over his arm and got closer to his face, snapping him out of his thoughts. You lowered your voice a little, for Dean not to hear what you were about to say, a worried frown in your face.
âHey, are you doing okay? You seem offâ You ask, slightly tilting your head, your eyes searching into his for any kind of discomfort, be it emotional or physical.
Alarms went off inside Samâs head and, as soon as he could gather his thoughts together, he suddenly stood up, making you pull away from him and widen your eyes, startled. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and he swallowed deeply, trying to moist his dry throat.
âIâm fineâ He mumbles before going to the bathroom, brushing past you in a hurry, his arm bumping against your shoulder. You stare at the shut door once he locks himself inside, mouth agape and an offended look on your face. You turn to face Dean again, questioning him with a look. Dean shrugs his shoulders and gets up from his chair.
At this point you felt kind ofâŚhurt. You had done nothing to Sam, not that you were aware of, and your face dropped. Dean felt the need to guarantee you that it was probably nothing but even he was confused. Sam tended to long to be beside you, to touch you, or have any excuse for you to touch him. He swallowed his jealousy when you had asked Dean once to take his shirt off to care for his wounds. That day, as you stitched the gash on his brother's abdomen, Sam stared daggers at Dean, who felt the need to reassure him that you were all Samâs, that Dean saw you as a little sister and nothing else.Â
This kind of avoidance towards you was weird to the point even you felt affected by it. You werenât one to take things to the heart â youâre a hunter for fucks sake â but when it came to the boys, especially Sam, you felt worse than ever. They were often harsh, either with each other or with other people. Of course they had to be tough and mean when it came to it due to their line of work but, behind closed doors, they were the sweetest people youâve ever met, always caring for you and one another and often sacrificing their own comfort â and sometimes their lives â so other people can sleep without worrying about whatâs lurking in the night.
Still, it hurt when you became a victim of their temper and Sam being the one shutting you out this time was not only unexplainable but also like a punch to the gut. Let's say the tall, muscular and smart guy Sam Winchester was had you falling for him quickly â and, soon, harder â than you expected. He always tried to be as sweet as he could be and as understandable. He had a natural instinct to comfort the victims you guys often talked to, always the one to do the talking. You had noticed the way he approached the subject with care, especially if the victim was related to the interviewed in any way, and had taken that as a mental note. Hey, heâs good with words.Â
But, Sam could also be firm and assertive when it came to it. Once, while you and him were interrogating a guy who wasnât cooperating at all with you, even when you both were disguised as FBI, Sam snapped. His big hand came with full force against the table, his palm facing down and a loud bang echoing through the small room. It startled you to the point where you jumped slightly, eyes wide as you looked at your âpartnerâ. Sam was fuming. His nostrils were flared and his eyebrows were low, casting a shadow over his eyes. He slowly leaned in closer to the guy's face, a wicked grin emerging on his face.
âLookâŚâ He started, voice low, raspy. He gently pulled his suit aside, secretly showing the man his shiny, silver gun safely resting against his hip. You watched as the dude swallowed harshly and his eyes stared at the weapon. âIf you wonât cooperate with usâŚâ Sam straightened up, holding both his hands behind his back as he started to walk until he stood beside the guy. He leaned towards his ear, the guy completely frozen. âWe are going to rip the truth out of youâ He whispered.
You had struggled to keep your composure. The way Sam showed his power over the man â who ended up telling both of you his side of the story after the threat â was distracting. It was safe to say you had discovered something about yourself that day. You had sat the whole ride back to the motel with your legs crossed to numb the throbbing between your thighs as you imagined Sam talking to you that way, in different settings. A cold shower was barely enough to calm you down.
The mix of all these things and other little stuff about the younger brother is what made him special to you. And, now, he was avoiding you.
You sighed and walked back to the bed, sitting beside the guns youâve left scattered over it, facing Deanâs direction. You leaned on your knees with your elbows, holding your head with your hands, squishing your cheeks and making your pout more prominent than intended. Dean looked at you with pity.
âDid I do something? Say something?â You ask Dean, looking up at him. Dean shakes his head and sighs, getting up from the chair and walking to the mini bar. You knew exactly what he was reaching for and you stretched a hand out to grab the beer bottle once he handed it to you. You opened it easily with your hand and took three big gulps of it. Dean opened his as he sat down beside you this time, on the bed, and threw the lid over the bedside table, the material clinking against the wood.
âNah, you didnât do anything, heâs just in a moodâ He said but it didnât seem to help, your face still sad and your head far away, filled with the wrong thoughts. He sighed and gave you a side hug, your head laying against his shoulder. Dean rubbed his hand up and down your upper arm mindlessly to comfort you. âDonât worry about it sweetheart, you did nothing wrong, heâs justâŚbeing Sam, Iâm sure this has nothing to do with you, okay? Iâll make sure to kick his ass laterâ He smiled.
You smiled slightly at the last part, shaking your head at the older Winchester, the typical brotherly teasing something you grew fond of.
Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Sam was trying to keep it together. He had never felt this way before and it was driving him crazy trying to stay away from you because, at the same time he didnât want to make you uncomfortable if anything he did or said showed his attraction â physical and emotional â towards you, he was dreading this. He longed for your closeness, for your touch, not necessarily in a sexual way, much like the one of concern you had just given him. But right now everything became sexual to him, just your hand over his arms was enough to drive goosebumps over his spine.
He washed his face with the cold water from the sink, brushing his wet hand through his hair. He breathed deeply and dried his face, ready to leave the bathroom and go back to acting as if he didnât want to kick Dean out of the room and have you right here, right now.
Once he opened the door, he regretted it almost immediately. When he saw Dean so close he clenched his hand against the door handle, swallowing his jealousy. You werenât his, he reminded himself, he didnât have the right to be jealous of someone that wasnât his. But, oh, he was. It was uncontrollable, but undeniable.
He watched Deanâs hand rub up and down your arm, your head laid over his shoulder so comfortably. He bit the inside of his cheek as he approached the both of you to place his laptop back into its case. You had noticed his presence, lifting off of Dean and looking at his side profile. He wonât even look at me. You glanced at Dean, who had also realized his brotherâs behavior, and gave him a disappointed look.
You sighed through your nose and grabbed your gun to put in the waistband of your jeans. You also took your bag that you always had with you on hunts, separate from the one with your personal items, and threw it over your shoulder. Dean just stared as you got ready to leave, not stopping you. He needed some alone time with Sam to ask him what the fuck was going on.
âIâm going to the car, we can leave once youâre both readyâ You said. Dean acknowledged it with an âOkayâ and Sam just hummed. You opened the door and left, angrily walking towards Baby.
As soon as the door closed behind you Dean got up from the bed and aggressively spun Sam around, grabbing at his shoulder.
âHeyâ!â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Dean interrupted, and an angry scowl on his face. He whisper-yelled, still worried that you might hear them. Sam gave him a confused look and Dean rolled his eyes at the stupidity of his brother. âWhy are you acting like this with her?â
âActing like what?â Sam bit back, his eyebrows furrowed.
âStop pretending like you donât know Sammy! Why are you ignoring Y/N all of a sudden? Werenât you the one allâ Dean raised his hands, doing quotation marks with both his index and middle fingers ââhead over heelsâ for her, hm?â
Now it was Samâs turn to roll his eyes. He crossed his arms in front of him, slightly looking down at his brother due to the height difference. âItâs nothingâ He mumbled, looking away. Images of you roamed around his head at Deanâs question and it reminded him why he was doing this in the first place. He was avoiding you for your own good, you and your friendship with him.
âItâs not nothing, damn it, the girl thinks she did something. Did she? Because you sure make it look like you are angry with herâ Dean kept poking at the subject, getting on Samâs nerves. His face softened once his brother told him you felt bad. âWhat happened?â Dean asked again, this time a little more softly after he noticed Samâs face drop at his words.
Sam sighed and looked around the room, nervous. He didnât know if he should actually tell Dean about this â heâd definitely make fun of him endlessly. But still, he didnât know if making you sad was worth it. He ran a hand through his hair, something he did when he was under pressure and mumbled âI had a dreamâ
âWhat?â Dean asked, not understanding whatever language his brother just spoke.
âA dreamâ
âDream? What do you mean?â
âI had a dreamâŚwith Y/Nâ
âWhat do you mean a dream withââ Realization suddenly hits Dean â...Ohâ and he relaxes his eyebrows, like he just made sense of everything that happened that day. Then he smirks. Smirks and starts to laugh his ass off as Sam just stands there, cheeks flushed, waiting for his brother to calm down. He knew it.
Sam started to smile slightly as his brother kept trying to talk over his laughter, his embarrassment almost gone. Once Dean finally took a few breaths, a hand on his chest as he dried his fake tears and his laughter died down with a sigh. He looked at Sam who stood there absolutely flushed.
âMan, thatâs why you were taking longer in the shower than usualâ Dean said with a fake disgust in his face. âRemember me to wash that bathroom twice before usingâ
âShut upâ Sam mumbled and looked away, suddenly deep in thought. Dean stopped joking and crossed his arms, giving Sam a silent questioning look. Sam glanced at his brother. âWhat?â
âThis kind of still doesnât answer my question. Why are you avoiding her?â Dean asked and Sam looked at him like he had three heads. âShouldnât this make you, and I canât believe Iâm saying this but, excited to be around herâ
âDean, come on, I donât want her to think Iâm a pervert and, besides, she doesnât even like me that wayâ And when Sam said that, Deanâs eyeballs almost popped out of his head, his eyes widening at his brother. Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, asking the Lord above â better yet, Chuck â to give him the strength to deal with Samâs stupidity.
âDo you not see it?â He asks. Sam makes a face.
âSee what?â
âOh my God, are you blind Sammy? Or just severely oblivious?â Dean inquiries. âSheâs so obviously into you it hurts to watchâ
âDean, pleaseââ
âDonât âpleaseâ me! Itâs so clear! Sheâs always near you when she has the chance, she always insists on helping you when you get hurt on hunts, she looks at you like youâre the last man on Earth, she always worries so much about youâŚâ
âShe does the same with you andâŚâ Sam bit the inside of his cheek â...you guys seemed pretty cozy when I came out of the bathroomâ
Dean almost hit Sam right then and there, or took one of the guns and shot him through his leg â as a warning. How could he evenâŚ?
âAre you fucking serious? That girl is like a sister to me. And why would I even flirt with her when I know youâre into the chick? Iâm bad but not that bad, I ainât stealing your girlâ Dean reasures Sam.
His girl. Dean said. But you werenât his. Sam sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, a million thoughts running through his head. He walked close to the bed and sat down, his and his brotherâs guns slightly bouncing over the mattress with the added weight. He held his head in his hands, his hair falling beside his face, his elbows propped over his knees.
âWhat am I supposed to do?â Sam asks, helpless. Dean shakes his head.
âTalk to her, itâs as simple as thatâ Dean responded as if it truly was that easy. Sam thought about it. You werenât gonna hate him for liking you and, maybe, Dean was right and you liked him too. It was a 50/50 chance between rejection and love. He weighed his options and decided in his mind.
Sam suddenly got up, startling Dean. He grabbed his gun and bag, walking around with a determined gaze. Dean accompanied his movements with his eyes, wanting to question the youngest about what conclusion he had gotten to but he was soon with a hand on the door handle and he looked back at his older brother, smiling.
âLetâs go, we have things to killâ
It was safe to say that seeing you in a suit didnât help Samâs mind as it roamed back to those thoughts. As said before, you looked good in absolutely anything, but boy could you absolutely tear a man apart with the way you looked. You styled your hair in a more professional way using Babyâs rear view mirror and it looked amazing, your strands glowing in the faint daylight the day had left.
You were both standing close enough so that Sam was able to smell your perfume and the scent of your hair products. It became harder to concentrate on whoever you were interviewing, his eyes wandering to stare at the back of your head, wanting to see inside your brain for any message that said âHey Sam, Iâm into you too!â
Dean had gone elsewhere to deal with other things regarding the case so that left you and Sam. Alone. You felt, for the first time in years that you knew Sam, awkward to be around him. On the ride to the witnessâ house, you barely talked, something that rarely happened between the two of you. You thought about asking what was wrong but that didnât work the first time so you hadnât done it again.
Right now, you sat on the passenger seat of the Impala, staring at Sam's hands gripping the steering wheel. He had hardly looked at you throughout the whole day â or so you thought.
Sam was in an intense battle inside his head and the way you kept looking at him wasn't helping. When he left the room after talking to Dean, he thought he felt brave enough to tell you everything he wanted to but, once he saw you sitting in the backseat in all your beauty, he was reminded of why he hadn't done it before.
He looked at you in secret everytime you were distracted. The way your hips moved when you walked, the way you crossed your legs in the seat every now and then. Oh what he wouldn't give to squeeze your thighs between his fingers right now. You had your arms crossed in front of your chest and â may Sam be forgiven â but the way it made your breasts look when you did that.
He gripped his fingers against the steering wheel even tighter, grounding himself from his thoughts, his knuckles turning white. He sped up the car, unconsciously trying to get back to the motel quicker.
You looked at his side profile then, a quizzical look on your face. He still didnât look at you.
âSamâ You called. He didn't acknowledge it entirely, his head to focused on not getting a boner at the thought of fucking you in the backseat. You inch closer to him, a hand on his shoulder, âSam!â
âWhat!â He answers, dryly. You brush it off, already used to his attitude for the day.
âYou don't need to go that fast, we aren't in a hurry, God damnâ You huff and pull your hand away from him, sinking back down in your seat angrily.
âOkay, sorryâ He mumbles. You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. A message from Dean. You take your phone and read the message. âFound a bar, donât wait for me to get back ;)â. You chuckle and send an answer back knowing youâd probably only see him next morning. You told him to be safe â in all ways â and not drink too much. Sam looked at you from the corner of his eye. âWhoâs that?â
âMadonnaâ You reply, sarcastically. He doesnât say anything so you look at his face, which has an annoyed expression over it. âItâs Dean, he found a bar, told us not to wait for himâ
Sam hums in acknowledgement and silence settles again, letting your mind wander over the possibilities of why Sam was acting with you this way. You were usually pretty playful, talked a lot with each other, either in the car or before you both parted ways to sleep, each in your own room. This silence, this avoidance was driving you nuts trying to figure out what happened. You felt like crying, honestly, overwhelmed with this feeling inside you. These feelings, plural. Your feelings for Sam mixed with this sickness that downed on you when you would notice he could barely say a word to you.
Lost in your head, you almost didnât notice when Sam parked Baby in the motel's parking lot, only realizing it when the comforting hum of the engine went away. You both got out of the car, getting your bags in the trunk. You werenât in the same room as the boys but you felt the need to talk to Sam so, when you came up behind him to his door and got inside his room, stepping in and quickly closing the door behind you, he was confused.
âArenât you going toââ
âWhatâs going on?â You asked, throat tight and heart aching, but you refused to cry. Sam furrowed his eyebrows and you stepped closer to him, standing barely two feet away from the Winchester.
âYouâve been acting cold towards me all day! All damn day. And I have no idea why.â You pressed your index against his chest accusingly, pushing him back slightly, not because you were necessarily stronger, but because you caught him off guard, your outburst was unexpected.
âI didnâtââ
âI tried, okay? I tried to figure out what I did but IâŚI donât know. I tried to talk to you earlier today and you brushed me off, you seem incapable of looking at me properly, youâre cold, youâre quiet and I have no idea why so, please tell me. Whatâs going on?â
Your eyes were glassy and your heart was racing. Sam was speechless, he didnât know you were feeling this way. Dean had told him, of course, but he had no idea you were actually that affected by his distancing. And to think that he only stood away because he didnât want to make you feel bad or creeped out about his nervousness, it had the exact opposite effect. He felt his heart sink as he saw you holding back tears and his first instinct was to wrap his arms around you.
You hugged him back, thankful for some reassurance that he at least didnât hate you, your arms wrapped around his waist and your face pressed against his chest. Sam caressed your head, your hair feeling soft under his fingers.
âYou didnât do anything, Y/N, donât say thatâ He told you.
You pulled away from his chest to look at him. âThen tell me whatâs wrongâ
Sam sighs and closes his eyes momentarily. He had imagined this moment thousands of times, where he told you about how he felt. He couldnât believe it would be after he ignored you because you were too hot to handle. He looked at you again, drowning in your beautiful eye color, one that he could stare for hours at its beauty. He then looked up, asking for the strength to tell you all he wanted, his throat visible to you as he swallowed his nerves.
âActually, yeah, you kind of did somethingâ He says, moving his hands until he was holding your upper arms, a smirk on his lips as he eyes you down. You opened your mouth, shocked, but, before you could say anything, he continued. âYou drive me crazy, Y/Nâ
You stood still, scared to move as he talked. You were confused, lost. Hadnât he just said you had nothing to do with this? Meanwhile, Sam just looked at you for a few seconds, silent. He took you in completely, your body still hidden under the FBI suit but he felt like he already had it memorized. He wanted to touch you, to feel you and he felt like, if he held back any longer, he could lose you. Lose you to someone who wasnât scared of loving you. âSam, I donâtââ
âJustâ Look at you. You are one of the most amazing women I know, youâre strong, youâre smart, youâ God, thereâs no words that can describe just how incredible you are. You care for people more than you do for yourself and, even if that makes me angry sometimes, it just shows how big of a heart you haveâ He takes a breath. âYou can be dying but youâd still put a bandaid on someone's scraped knee just because they asked you to, because you care.â
Sam slowly moves his hands to hold you by your neck, his rough palms hot against your skin. You had no words, you just hoped that your eyes could talk for you as you stared into his hazel ones. You had so much to say but words refused to form in your mouth. You never thought Sam would be the one to confess, hell, you never thought he even liked you that way. Hearing him say those things was like getting hit by a train of happiness. You raised your hands to wrap around his wrists, gently holding them as you prayed for him to continue.
âYouâre the girl I picture to be forever in my life, if not as a lover, please let it be as a friend. I canât bear the thought of losing you, but, at the same time, I canât keep these feelings to myself much longer. If you donât want me that way, itâs fine, but I need you here with me, one way or anotherâ Sam finishes and starts searching your face for any kind of reaction. He just put his heart in your hands and it was up to you to shatter it or not. He felt his nerves on fire. He rubbed his thumb against your jawline to keep himself grounded and hold onto the comforting thought that you hadnât pulled away from his touch.
You suddenly smiled, wide and proud. Sam seemed to relax when he saw it, a breath he didnât know he was holding coming out of his mouth. You felt a rush of happiness go through you as you realized he wasnât avoiding you because he was mad at you, he was avoiding you because he wanted you so bad he felt like he could make you mad. And that was so Sam. It was exactly like him to tone down his own feelings because of other people and how they might feel, even if it eats him on the inside. What felt even better is that he managed to muster up the courage to come here and tell you about everything in the most Sam way possible, in a way that made shivers run through you.
âSam Winchester, if you donât kiss me right now I might justââ He didnât even let you finish, his plump lips crashing against yours in earnest. He waited months for this and there was no way he was delaying this further. Your words are swallowed down by his mouth along with a surprised gasp you let out. One of his hands went further until it held you behind your neck, his thumb still caressing your jaw as relieved breaths came out of his nose, he was so nervous he would get dumped and his heart crushed that kissing you felt better than anything he ever imagined. The dream mightâve been good but actually kissing you felt so, so much better.
Your lips were sweet and your skin felt soft, a big contrast against his rough hands from handling weapons and burning bones. Those dreams of his came to mind yet again, the thought of exploring your whole body with his mouth made him groan, opening his mouth and teasing your lips with his tongue so youâd open them. You gladly did, letting one of your hands wrap around the base of his neck, pulling him in.Â
He lowered one of his hands to your waist through the inside of your black suit, pulling your body flush against his, squeezing your skin through the layers of clothing, eager to feel every inch of you. You groaned at his touch, a surge of heat polling into your belly. His hands took the opportunity to explore what he could â like dream Sam did â trailing his fingers up your back and you shivered, the light touch just making your need for him bigger.
His tongue explored your mouth, the kiss growing more heated within the moment. He starts to gently take the suit off your body, sliding it against your arms without breaking the kiss. Sam thinks for the first time in the last few seconds. He thinks about all the times he imagined being able to do this and, now that he had the chance and his feelings were reciprocated, he wanted to make it as good as possible for the both of you. He pulls away, wanting to make sure that you are on board with this.
His breathing is heavy and his cheeks are flushed as he looks at you, pupils dilated with desire â desire for you. Not once in your life have you thought that Sam would look at you that way â and God how much you dreamed of it. He was always much more secretive with his antics than Dean was, often keeping to himself instead of bragging about it, but you knew. You knew he was a passionate lover and the way he behaves just gives away how much of a gentleman he must be in bed.Â
âIs this okay? Are you okay with this?â He asked you, voice filled with lust and deeper than his usual. You couldâve melted right then and there as he looked between your eyes, searching for any discomfort. Instead of telling him, you decided to show Sam how bad you wanted him. You slowly walked back, dropping the suit he already had taken halfway off from your body to the ground. You didnât take your eyes off of him and he stared intensely at you right back, attentive to what you were going to do.
Your hands slowly trailed up your body, roaming through your curves and you see Sam swallow, his fists clenching and unclenching beside him, his throat so deliciously biteable. Once your fingers arrived at the top button of your white shirt, you started to unbutton one by one, slowly. You took your time, eyes trained on his with a smirk on your lips. You were playing bold but the way he was looking at you made your knees weak. His eyes were analyzing every movement of your hands and he stood unbelievably still, like a hunter watching its prey, careful to not scare it away.
Once the last button was undone, you dropped the white clothing to the ground. You now stood in your bra, the cold of the room hitting your skin and making goosebumps rise over it. You got closer to the man again and he accompanied you with his hazel orbs, now a tone darker due to his dilated pupils and the poor lighting in the room. You took one of his hands and placed it against your bare skin, the hot touch making you sigh before grabbing him by the neck with the other hand, bringing his face closer but, instead of kissing him, you placed your mouth closer to his ear.
âI want you, Samâ You whisper in his ear and leave a kiss right below it. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, keeping as much control as he could, biting his lower lip. He groans and a ton of thoughts go through his head â you, naked below him, your attitude gone as he fucks it out of you, pleasurable moans of his name coming out of your mouth. I want you, you said. He strongly grips your hips with both hands, making you yelp, and pushes you towards the bed, manhandling you successfully. Once your back is against the mattress, Sam immediately attacks your neck, kisses and bites making you sigh his name and arch your back into him.
âYou have no idea what you do to meâ He mumbled against your skin. And, really, you had no clue. He had spent the whole day thinking about this exact moment. The whole day, more like the last 4 months. The months where he had the urge to smash whatever manâs head that flirted with you against a wall and kiss you right then and there, in front of everyone to show who you truly belonged to. âFor ages Iâve been thinking about you like this, you are everything that I think about and itâs driving me insane. You drive me insaneâ
He bites you particularly harder and you moan, your hand flying to his head and tugging at his hair. âSam!â Your plea came out pathetically needy and he pulled away from your neck to look you in the face, his strong arms caging you beneath him and making you focus solely on the grin he had displayed on his lips. He kisses your lips again, passionate and needy, a groan rippling deep in his throat.
With his lips still glued to yours, he tugged his own suit away from his body, fumbling with the clothing and throwing it away so quick you barely noticed it, loosening his tie and bringing his hands right back to your body, because now that he could touch you, there was nothing in the world that could take him away. He landed his hands on your ribs and trailed then behind your back, his fingers teasing against your bra.
He broke the kiss and with unsteady breaths close to your mouth he asked: âCan I?â as he teases his finger under the bra strap. You hummed in approval and grabbed both his cheeks, giving him a firm peck on the lips to emphasize it.
âYes, you can, pleaseâ You say. It came out much needier than intended but Sam didnât seem to mind. You thought he didnât, but he did. He smiled at you, feeling pride in the thought of making you needy and, hearing your voice â thatâs so assertive and strong on a daily basis â breathy and desperate, made him wonder why he hadnât done this earlier. You looked stunning under him and no dream could ever picture what he was seeing. Your eyes hooded, mouth agape and thumbs caressing the stubble on his face, eager to touch him as much as he was to touch you. He was looking right through the gates of heaven.
He proceeded to unclasp your bra, gently taking it off of you. He does all that without taking his eyes off your face and only allows himself to look down once the undergarment was long forgotten, laying on the ground. You didnât know what to do or where to look, turning your face from him and feeling your cheeks heat up. You, of course, had been with other men in bed and you never truly cared if they didnât think of you above a one night stand â you didnât think much of them either. But Sam made you feel nervous. He was being so caring up until now, contrasting against most men youâve been with, the thought of not reciprocating it properly made you shy below him.
He was appreciating the perfection he had under him, his fingers trailing your sides affectionately when he noticed your face turning away. You were biting your lip and avoiding his piercing gaze and he raised a hand to hold your chin, slowly turning your face to look at him again. He kissed you to ease your nerves but, this time, it wasnât lustful, it wasnât simply a carnal need, he kissed you with love, with passion and you could feel it tearing through your soul, his feelings pouring out and painting your insides.
He pulled back again and his eyes traveled through your face as a smile painted his lips. âYouâre beautifulâ He says and you smile back at him widely, your heart racing in your chest. You didnât know what to say to that so you grabbed at his loose tie that hung just below your jaw and pulled him in harshly, smashing your lips against his. The unexpected move made Sam lose his balance and you took the opportunity to change your positions, laying him back on the bed as you straddled his waist with your legs.
Sam gripped your hips as you made out, gently rolling you over him and you felt it. You felt him under you through the clothing you both still had on and a whine escaped your lips into the kisses. Sam leaves your lips to start attacking your neck, leaving hickeys and bites behind. He was holding onto the last ounce of control he had, you were just so much. Every little noise you made went straight to his cock and he couldnât handle it anymore, you still had too much clothing on and he needed to do something about it.
Sam turned both of you over again and left your lips to stand straight in front of you. The sight of you half naked, splayed out over the bed, hair messed up, shiny spots from his saliva against your neck and collarbone was very close to the sight heâd dreamed about. But a hundred times better. Because this was real, he was touching you, kissing you, marking you and making you his.
He felt suffocated in his own clothes and he took the opportunity to take off his tie and his white shirt along the way, slowly revealing his defined body. You swallowed to try and not drool over the sight, his strong physique covered by a thin layer of sweat, the tattoo he had on his chest contrasting against his tanned torso and few scars he had here and there. Some were white, others were pink-ish â more recent â but he looked fabulous no matter what. Youâd seen him shirtless before, while patching him up or when the bunker was too hot for either of the brothers but none of those situations were as intimate as this. He was half naked only for your eyes to see â as much as you were for his.
He noticed your stare and he smirked as he approached your lower belly with his mouth. You held your breath and closed your eyes as his mouth made contact with your skin. From then on, he kissed his way up, biting here and there in places only you would know if the mark was still there the next day. He kissed your own scars that were scattered through your torso softly, treating them with care because, as much as him, you had gotten hurt on hunts. Besides, he found it amazing how strong you were. He admired you and your scars were there to prove to everyone who saw you that you were a fighter.
His hands came up alongside his kisses, caressing your sides so lightly it was almost ticklish. When his mouth got to the valley of your breasts he looked up at you, a question in his eyes. He had his hands placed right below your boobs, not moving, not touching them, just there as he waited for your approval. You were burning up from the inside out, the sight was so much. His eyes pleading for you to let him touch you, his hair making a curtain around his face.
âTouch me, Samâ You whisper, knowing that even if it wasnât loud, he could hear you. He grinned and went right into action, his hands filling themselves up with your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples. You let out a low moan, the little stimulation you got from his fingers finally doing something to soothe the fire inside you.
He joined with his mouth, sucking and licking deliciously at it. You flew a hand to tangle into his hair, unconsciously tugging at his roots when he lightly bit at your nipple. Sam would groan against your skin every time you would tighten your fingers in his hair and he felt like he could cum just by hearing your faint pleas and breathless whines. He continued kissing up after that, his hands still squeezing your breasts lightly.
His mouth marked your collarbones with hickeys, painting your skin with reds and purples. He nipped at your neck, sucking at your pulse point and you bucked your hips against his, the pleasure too much and too little all at once. He was taking his time with you, appreciating every second that he could get and yet you felt his desperation when he tightened his hands around your boobs once your crotch hit his.
You tugged his hair harder to bring his face close to yours and Sam complied. You smashed your lips against his, the kiss all tongue and teeth, completely desperate. Your breathing was heavy and Sam brought his hands to your back, lifting it off the bed and making your chest glue against his, your sensitive nipples grinding against his skin. You clawed your nails on his shoulders to keep yourself together, markings that looked like half moons left behind in your desperation to remind you all this was real.
You dragged your hands down his arms, nails lightly scraping over his skin, and gently guided his forearms down, his hands going along. He proceeded to rest his palms over your covered ass, groaning in your mouth when he realized what you were insinuating. You wanted more, needed more.
You pulled back from his mouth just enough so you could talk. You opened your eyes to see one of the sexiest views youâve ever encountered. Samâs mouth was open, unsteady breaths hitting your mouth as his eyes stared down at you. You brought a hand to his cheek and just appreciated the sight for a moment before your mouth gave him an open mouthed kiss below his jaw. You felt goosebumps down your spine when he moaned lightly at your action, his hands squeezing at your ass. You placed your mouth close to his ear and Sam closed his eyes, waiting to see what you were going to do now.
âFuck me, Sammy, donât hold backâ You whispered and Samâs knees almost gave out, the nickname he usually hated hearing sounding so sweet coming out of your mouth. He pulled back to look at you.
âAre you sure?â He asked, looking between your mouth and your eyes. You nodded.
âYesâ Was all you had to say before he grabbed at the hem of your pants, dragging them down your legs. He distanced himself from you to kneel between your legs, face to face with your covered pussy, the only thing you were wearing now being your panties.
After discarding your pants, Sam roamed his hands slowly up your legs, from your ankles to where your hips connected to your thigh. You were clenching and unclenching your fists beside your body, holding your torso up with your elbows and looking down to see him hypnotized by your soaked underwear, his eyes glued. You were embarrassedly wet and, as Sam dragged a finger over it, grinding against your neglected clit, you bucked against his hand, whining.
âSamâŚâ You pleaded and he finally looked up at you. You were taking deep breaths, your chest going up and down, decorated by the marks left by his mouth and teeth. You looked stunning. âDo somethingâÂ
And he does. He kisses right above your covered sex and you moan deep in your throat again, fingers gripping the sheets. Sam was feeling pride in himself. He was the one who got you like this, not any other man. He was the one you were begging for and he was the one who was going to give you everything you wanted. He wanted to worship you atom by atom of your being because that was what you deserved, he was going to treat you like the goddess you were.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and, like he was opening a present he long wished for, â which was kind of true â he takes it off so calmly you were close to combusting. When Sam finally sees you completely nude for the first time, only for his eyes to see and outside of his dirty dreams, he hums in delight. Fucking hums. Heâs done for the moment he sees your cunt, wet and glistening just for him. Oh how badly he wanted this, for so, so long he wanted you like this and now he was finally fulfilling his deepest desire.
He squeezes your thighs in his hands before reaching for your sex, his middle finger collecting your wetness in his finger. You buck against his hand again, this time even more sensitive and neglected than before. And you cry out, not with tears, but a desperate sob for attention. Sam notices that and looks up at your face to see your eyebrows furrowed and a sheen of sweat in your forehead, you looked so fucked out without even him actively doing anything. He softened and caressed your sides with his hands, soothing your nerves â or trying to, at least.
âShh, pretty girl, Iâm gonna take care of youâ He says âIâm just appreciating how perfect you are, taking my time with the girl of my dreamsâ
Your face softened and you felt your cheeks warm up even more than they already were. You bit back a smile. You felt unique at that moment, as if you were the only woman in the world as he said the sweetest words inches away from your pussy, it was almost laughable to think that one of the most romantic things youâve ever heard was said between your legs.
Sam smiled at you and started kissing your inner thighs, so close yet so far from where you truly wanted him. He loved kissing your skin, he loved to feel you and you were keeping that in mind. He expressed his love physically rather than using words and you were just realizing it wasnât just in bed he was like that. He always wanted to cook for you, he knew how you liked your drink, he would take care of you when you would get too drunk or when you were hurt or not feeling great. He hugged you, kissed the top of your head, pranked you. He gave you his jacket when you were cold or for you to use as a pillow when you were sleeping on a longer ride. He protected you, even if he knew you didnât need it, either literally, putting his body in front of yours when someone or something threatened you, or not letting you go alone on hunts â including this one, where you had offered to go alone to questioning and, even if he was technically avoiding you, he wasnât going to let you go solo.
Sam had loved you for so long and you were oblivious. Were. Because now he was digging his fingers in your thighs, mouth closing over your clit and you were arching your back. His stubble scratched your inner thighs, adding more to the building pleasure in your belly. He sucked at your cunt so skillfully that you wondered how long you would last like this and how much he had practiced to have a mouth that was able to do that. He moved his hands to your ass again, bringing your hips up and burying his face deeper into your heat.
He felt like he could die happy between your thighs because he wasnât leaving there anytime soon. You were delicious and he was drinking in your noises like a drug, getting high off his lust and your taste. He hummed and groaned against your pussy, his cock pulsing so bad it practically hurt, almost cumming in his pants just from this.
âSamâ Oh God, please, please, pleaâseâ You cried out, the pleasure almost too much, the foreplay making you sensitive to a level you felt everything ten times harder. Sam knew exactly what he did to you, it was like he edged you consciously, knowing youâd beg for him louder once he finally got to touching you. And damn him because it worked, you were a moaning mess and he would be lying if it didnât stroke his ego to hear you plead for him, submitting to his ministrations so quickly, it was adorable.
He was eating you out with everything he had, digging his nails on your skin. You were soon close to the edge, tightening your thighs around his head so he would not pull away. Everything around you consisted only of him, his scent, his noises, his body, him. It was overwhelming and, with a loud cry of his name, you came, hard.
The room went out of focus, your eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. You had trapped Samâs head between your legs and he hadnât stopped. He kept licking you clean, completely lost in your pussy. He could stay like that forever, until his jaw went sore, just so that he could hear you over and over again while heâs nose deep into your cunt. He only comes back to the real world â the one that doesnât consist in an infinite loop of your voice moaning his name â when you pull at his hair and your thighs open space to let him get up.
âTâmuch Sammy'' You say, breathless. You bring him up from your cunt, and look at his face, glistening with your juices, a giddy smile on his lips â like a kid who just got a truckload of candy dumped at their house â and cheeks red from the heat. You smile back at him and giggle. Who wouldâve thought that he would make you cry for him to touch you and, minutes later, youâd be laughing at his mischievous grin from making you cum.
You brought him back up with a hand behind his neck and he gladly crawled on the bed until he was face to face with you again, his hands supporting his upper body so he wouldnât crush you. You looked at him for a few seconds, a look that you intended to fill with love and care and he reciprocated, his head angling 45° with a gentle smile that made him look absolutely adorable. You put a strand of his hair behind his ear, which proved useless as it fell right back to curtain his face, his hair being too straight and too soft to hold up like that. You chuckled lightly and pulled him in for a kiss.
You could taste yourself on his tongue, the saltiness making you hum in his mouth. The kiss grew heated fast and you started to roam your hands over his chest, his muscles tensing under your light palms. You explored his body as much as he did to yours, caressing over every visible muscle he had â which, honestly, was a lot. When you got to his abs, Sam broke the kiss to let out a shaky breath. He gently grabbed your wrists and kneeled on the bed, his body now in its full glory above you, the lightning in the room making his body even more defined.
With your wrists in his hand, Sam dragged your palms, that were flattened against his skin, lower. And lower. Until you were touching the hem of his pants that he still, incredibly, had on. You stared at the bulge he had right below, swallowing thickly and letting out a deep breath, your cunt clenching in response. He looked big. You should have an idea, Sam was 6â4, of course it would be proportional to his height but God if it didnât make you think about swallowing him down, the tip hitting the back of your throat, tears welling up in your eyes as he fucked your face.
âWant me to take them off?â You hear his voice, snapping you out of your fantasies. You looked up at him and down again. You hooked your fingers in the waistband and, on cue, Sam let go of your wrists. You slowly brought his pants and underwear down at the same time, too eager to keep up the foreplay and too desperate to tease.
When you finally see it, an audible groan reverbates in the back of your throat. Sam moans lowly, the pain from the constriction caused by his boxers and pants finally going away and making him even more aware of the neglect his dick got up til now. He watches your reaction carefully and, one of the first things you do is throw your legs back, standing on your knees, one hand supporting your body as the other stops midway to his dick. Sam felt his whole body burn with need. God what did he do to deserve you.
You were on all fours in front of him, head inches from his cock, eyes now looking up at him with a question. You felt like if you opened your mouth you would drool, you needed him inside it and you were silently asking him if it was okay.
Sam angled his torso to bring his face closer to yours, grabbing your chin with his hand and giving you a firm peck on the lips. âDo it, beautifulâ He whispered against your mouth and straightened up again and you confirmed with a nod before wrapping your hand around his dick.
Sam breathed out when you started to pump him, your hand doing light movements. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of your name, a silent plea and you gladly listened. You wrapped your mouth around the tip, just the tip for now, and circled your tongue around it, the salty taste of precum invading your mouth. Samâs hand instantly flew to your head, encouraging you to take him deeper, but not forcing you. Still, you started to relax your throat and took as much of him as you could, hollowing your cheeks.
âY/N, baby, Jesusâ Sam sighed and your insides tingled. You took what you couldnât take in your mouth with your hand, squeezing and pumping using your spit as lube. You could feel Sam holding back, his hips stuttering every now and again. You braced yourself, deciding to give him more, and placed your hands on his thighs, tapping it twice with your index finger. Sam looked down at you, swallowing his breathy groans. He damn near came just by looking at you, those beautiful eyes staring up at him, your mouth wrapped around his dick. He concentrated, remembering the silent message you sent him.
âI donât want to hurt youâ He said and you did your best to shake your head no in your conditions. You wonât. And emphasized it by squeezing his thighs and pushing your head forward. Sam sighed and nodded. âOkay, but if itâs too much, tap three times, get it doll?â He asked. The nickname made you shiver, his voice sounding so sweet calling you that. Brushing it off you tapped his thigh three times, just for him to know you understood what he said.Â
Sam started to rock his hips back and forth slowly, using your mouth for his pleasure. All you did was relax your throat as much as you could and breathe through your nose. He started to quicken up within time, losing his control as his release came closer. He was grunting and moaning and all his noises went straight to your pussy. He let out sighs of your name, his head thrown back and his neck glistening with sweat, his Adam's apple bobbing everytime he swallowed.
Too enamored by his noises, you lost focus and gagged on his cock, tears stinging your eyes. Sam loudly moaned your name at that, hips faltering as he tugged at your head to take your mouth off his cock. His breathing was heavy and his mouth was dry and he stood face to face with you to kiss your lips again, moaning inside your mouth. You were a bit disappointed that he hadnât cum but you swallowed his whines gladly with your mouth, clasping your hands on each one of his cheeks. He pulled away and caressed a thumb over your lips.
âWhat have you got in that mouth of yours sweetheart?â He asked with a smirk and you bit your lip.
âSays the one who was eating me out like a starved manâ You replied, wrapping one arm around his neck as your index finger traced his lips before giving them a peck, smiling once you pulled away. He smiled at you before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he would in a hug, and throwing you back. You shrieked as you landed on your back and Sam laid practically on top of you, attacking your face with tiny kisses, making you laugh under him.
Once he stopped, he just stared down at you. âHiâ He said.
âHiâ You whispered back after your laugh died down.
âDid I already tell you youâre beautiful?â
âOnceâŚtwiceâ
âYouâre beautifulâ He said, again âIâll never stop telling you thatâ
âI can deal with itâ You teased and he chuckled, going right back to kissing you.
Sam was one of a kind. You had taken some time to truly understand why you had fallen in love with him in the first place but there was not just one thing that made Sam Winchester special, everything he did just added up. From the huge things to the tiny details, he just was so easy to fall in love with and these moments were definitely one of those in the list, in which, no matter the situation, good or bad, Sam could make you smile.
As he kissed you now, his hands roamed your body like he had done before until two of his fingers teased at your entrance and you rolled your hips against his hand. Blowing him had made you aroused again and you could feel your wetness coating his fingers. Sam smirked in your mouth before slowly inserting his middle and ring finger inside your wetness. Your mouth left his to let out a moan, your foreheads glued.
Sam opened his eyes to watch your expression as he hooked his fingers inside you. You whined, your eyebrows furrowed and your nails left angry red trails over his shoulders. He lowered his head to kiss your neck open mouthed. He started to scissor his fingers inside you, preparing for what you knew was coming and you gladly relaxed around his fingers, grinding your cunt on his digits.
âSweetheart, I need to be inside you, I need youâ He whispered in your ear and you whined at the thought, nodding in approval.
âYes, Sammy, pleaseâ You breathlessly said. Sam took his fingers out from your hole and you held back a complaint from the emptiness once you saw him pumping his hardened cock with the hand he used his fingers to prepare you, lubricating himself with your juices. He lined himself up with your entrance and looked at you again.
He wanted to watch you as he sunk himself into your heat and thatâs what he did. He slowly started to enter you and your mouth opened in a silent moan at the stretch. He was filling you up deliciously well, right in the division between pain and pleasure and, the deeper he went, the harder your nails dug on his shoulders.
Sam was also struggling. Your tightness enveloped him in a way no one had ever done before and it felt so fucking good to bury himself inside you. He started to distract you from the possible painful stretch with kisses over your collarbones and neck, focusing on relaxing your body so he could make love to you properly.
At last, you felt his pelvis connect with yours and you were so amazingly full. His dick hit places inside you you could never reach alone and it felt incredible.Â
Once you were used to his size and craving more, you rolled your hips against his, making Sam suck in a breath. He was trying to keep his composure but he was holding on his last ounces of control and when you moved he damn nearly lost it.
âYou can moveâ You whisper and Sam wastes no time fulfilling your request, immediately starting to pump into you. He was euphoric, his mind was blurry as only images of you naked under him and begging for him to fuck you went through his head. You would tighten your walls around him from time to time and that would cause his breathing to falter and his hips to stutter.
You werenât much different, every buck of his hips would hit you in a spot that made you see starts. You were already overstimulated from his previous ministrations so you knew you werenât going to last long and, from the way Sam was twitching inside you, you knew he wasnât going to either.
âSam, Iâm sâcloseâ You moaned close to his ear.
âMe too, babyâ He said as he brought his hand to press over your lower belly. You nearly screamed as he did that, you could feel him even better, his shape feeling like it was being permanently molded inside you. Along with it, he reached a thumb to rub over your clit â his big hands be damned â and at that you finally went over the edge with a desperate cry of his name.Â
Your vision blurred as the only thing you knew was real was the feeling of emptiness since Sam was chasing his own release after leaving your warmth. He pumped his cock a few times and proceeded to cum over your belly, painting your skin with his liquids. You were spread out on the bed for a while longer after that, Sam panting above you, his softening dick still in his hand and you completely fucked out with a lazy smile on your face.
Once that high passed, Sam took you to the bathroom â bridal style â and cleaned you up in the bathtub with warm water and gave you the privacy you needed after he sorted himself out too, leaving the bathroom on his boxers.
You took your time, using the toilet so as to not get any infections and leaving the bathroom completely naked, too lazy to actually put clothes on. You just wanted to sleep beside Sam and wake up happy in his arms.
He saw you coming out of the room and smiled, eyeing you up and down.
âNo clothes?â He asked
âUnless youâre uncomfortable, I think weâre past thatâ You joked and he shook his head.
âI donât mind, come hereâ He said, opening an arm to invite you to lay over his chest and you gladly did, jumping on the bed and wrapping your arms around his torso, laying your head on his firm chest. Sam covered both of you with the white sheets, hiding your exposed body under them. You laid silent for a moment, just drowning in each other's company as you listened to his steady heartbeat.
Sam caressed your upper arm, his mind running with a thousand thoughts in which a thousand and one consisted of you.Â
âHey, want to know something?â Sam asked. He was taking advantage of the situation because now he was confident enough to do so, and he wasnât delaying this any further if his mind would allow him. You lazily looked up at him, your chin now resting on him. Your eyes stared at him with so much appreciation that he felt even more encouraged to tell you what he wanted to.
âI think I love youâ He blurted out. You felt your face warm up and smiled widely, but didnât lose the opportunity to tease him for his choice of words.
âYou think?â You raised an eyebrow. Sam panicked inside.
âNo, I mean thatââ
âI think I love you tooâ You interrupted before he could say anything else, your giddy smile never faltering. Sam relaxed and pulled you in for a kiss to seal this promise.
Who wouldâve thought that Sam would have his dream come true at the end of everything. Yet, here you were, half-asleep in his arms after you admitted your love for each other.
A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback makes those writings better. Thank you for reading. XoXo
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hihi!!
i loved ur dean blurb and i was wondering if you could do a similar one, but for sam?? and possibly make them enemies to lovers type beat
you're such a good writer too btw :))
a/n: tysm for the support!! ofc I gotta follow up with some sam content, enjoyđŤŚ
Hungry Eyes
Warnings: Minors dni; Smut, side-wind, unprotected, m!receiving, overstimulation, language, some angst, size-kink
Pairing: Sam Winchester x you
Summary: You're a hunter, familiar with Sam and Dean's work âand that wasn't a good thing. So, it took no time at all for you to bump heads with the youngest brother, though it becomes difficult to ignore the underlying attraction there.
Word Count: 2k
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You crouched low behind the thick underbrush, breathing steadily as you surveyed the clearing ahead. The late afternoon sun painted the scene in golden hues, illuminating the blurry figures of two men, struggling against a group of snarling demons. Your heart racedânot from fear, but from that familiar adrenaline. You had been trained for this, to hunt the monsters that lurked in the shadows, and protect those in need.
Just as you braced yourself for a fight, unexpectedly, you recognized one of them. Sam Winchester... The hunter who had opened the gates of Hell, fed on demon blood, and dismantled every hunter's code in a hungry pursuit for power. He and his companion matched their descriptions spot on, and a swell of anger surged within you, merging with the adrenaline.
The Winchesters were the last people you wanted to help, rumoured as selfish and pathetic, yet there they were, fighting valiantly to save a young girl caught in a demonâs grasp.
Against your better judgment, you emerged from your hiding spot. You rushed into the fray, taking down one demon with a swift slice of your charmed blade. It felt surreal; to combat alongside a man you despised by name. As you worked together, you couldnât deny the rhythm that formed between you, each of you covering the otherâs blind spots.
When the last demon fell, silence enveloped the clearing. You stood panting, blood pumping violently through your veins. You then narrowed your gaze onto Sam and an unfamiliar warmth bloomed in your chest. He was dishevelled and dirty, but even covered in grime, you could see the strength in his handsome features.Â
But that warmth twisted into disdain as you recalled why you hated him. âYouâre lucky I donât bleed you out myself Winchester,â you spit hostility, using your sleeve to wipe your blade clean as you turned away. You felt his heated stare bore into your back. It was a mix of confusion and something deeper, but you didnât allow yourself to dwell on it.Â
âRight,â he snapped rather sarcastically, voice low, clearly stung. âThanks for the help, I guess," he uttered, followed by a mumble of, "Whoever you are."
You rolled your eyes. His wounded pride brought you a sense of satisfaction. You liked not having bothered with the usual pleasantries between fellow hunters, or even an introduction. However, you couldn't shake how painfully aware you were of how attractive he looked. Your mind warred with your heart, anger battling lure.
Months passed since then, and fate had an unsettling way of pulling you deeper into the web of chaos that surrounded the Winchesters. One evening, on a cool January night, after a particularly gruelling encounter with a demon, you found yourself in the same motel room as Sam. You both got soaked by an abrupt tidal of rain, and though you changed into some of the boy's spare clothes, Sam made no effort to switch out of his drenched attire.
He sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped, head in his hands. A heavy, uncomfortable silence filled the air, dense with the weight of loss and failure. Another causality was had, and it seemed to affect Sam in a different way than you and his brother, who have grown disturbingly desensitized to death.
You observed Sam, and something inside you softened as you recalled the stories youâd heardâhow he had lost so much, which later led to all the Hellfire and bloodshed. The vexation you carried for him began to fade, replaced by a deep-seated empathy. Your instincts kicked in, and without thinking, you approached him.
âSam?â You called softly. He didnât respond, the shadows of despair looming over him like a shroud. Disturbed by his silence, you knelt beside him, uncertain yet compelled to bridge the gap between you two. With a tentative hand, you rested it lightly on his back, which tensed, muscles tautening under your cool touch.
When he finally looked up, his eyes were glassy, filled with unshed tears, though they held you with such an acute regard. Without a word, you sat down beside him, the side of your thigh flush against his when you embraced him. It was an impulsive act, a comfort that transcended what defined your strange relationship. Surprisingly, he melted into you, his body shaking with silent sobs. He clearly was desperate for someone to lean on, especially with his brother still outside tracking the monster that attacked you all.Â
Minutes passed in that quiet cocoon of shared grief before he pulled back and peered down at you with a vulnerability so scalding, that you nearly shied away. His gaze was disarming and it had a glint of something you had only seen momentarily, on the day you met.
Then his eyes darkened, demeanour shifting. You inhaled sharply and held that breath. The warmth of his presence, so close, burned your skin like a fever âand then he kissed you. The world stilled and the only sensation you felt was the soft, tentative flesh pressing against your lips. It was more of a question rather than a demand; It was gentle âjust like you'd grown to understand Sam was.
After a second of hesitance, you shoved his buff chest away with both hands. âNo,â you spoke firmly, heart stuttering. âYouâre just⌠you need comfort right now. This isnât fair," you expressed, though you were unsure of who it was 'unfair' to.
Sam's brows furrowed, daze soon morphing into frustration. âYou think Iâm just looking for comfort?â He asked before sighing your name, his voice hoarse, thick with disbelief and pure frustration. You shuddered at the depths of his tone. âI want you. I'm tired of pretending that I donât.â
His words hung in the air, laden with a truth that veered your perspective entirely. The walls you had built began to crumble, and all the reasons you had for hating him felt hollow. You couldn't even look into his puppy-dog eyes, as they surveyed every emotion that flickered across your face.
âSam,â you whispered, grappling with the surge of feelings you had been filing away, that was now threatening to overwhelm you. âIââ
But he leaned in again, capturing your lips with his, leaving no room for doubt. This time, you didnât retract into yourself. Instead, you thawed against him, eagerly allowing his larger frame to envelop yours.
The kiss grew frantic and you clawed at his thin, wet shirt as you wrapped around him. He then threw you onto his lap so you straddled his stocky thighs. Sam groaned into your mouth and you swallowed it with a pleasant hum. He cupped your head and pulled you deeper into his pressing kiss as if time were against you both.
Your hands roamed down his spine, keen to remove his clothes. You reached the hem of his shirt and lifted it. Sam instantly convulsed against your body and gasped away from your mouth. He let go of you, hands hovering beside your face as he paused, lost in a trance. Suddenly, his stupor cut short and he swiftly refocused on your body, eyes tracing your torso. He gulped before flipping you both. You land on your back, bouncing slightly on the mattress, releasing a yelp of surprise before Sam kneeled above you, mouth agape as he tore off his shirt, throwing it across the room. He then lowered his face to yours, frantic to taste your mouth again. You whimpered when his cold hands moved under your shirt and unclipped your bra.
After he worked off most of your clothes, leaving you in just your undergarments, your hands zipped to his belt, unbuckling it. He grunted before he began an assault on your neck, sucking it, likely leaving numerous hickeys in his wake. âSam,â you whined, weaving your fingers into his silky hair. âSam, I need more,â you whined some more, losing the strength in your body while he caged you in, holding you firm against him.
âMore?â He questioned, mouth releasing your skin to peer up at you. His dilated pupils surveyed you, brow arching. âYes,â you whispered airily. Biting your lip, your gaze darted to his undone buckle, hoping he would finish the job. Understanding your wordless request, he rose to tear off the rest of his clothes. You suck in a terse breath at the sight of his naked body, wetting your lips. He was big in every way and you were desperate to feel his weight atop you again.
âCome here,â you whispered seductively, stretching your arms out to him. He promptly accepted your embrace and dropped down to your level. You both sighed into one another, recognizing that this was what you both needed all along. âJesus, how long have I been waiting for you?â He asked, murmuring to himself. Before you got the chance to respond, the head of his cock pressed against your clit, slowly sliding to your entrance.
You held eye contact with Sam, mouth wide open as he pushed into you, bottoming out in one motion. The air fled your lungs in a single exhale and you're left gasping for breath. You felt Sam watching, observing your bare chest as it rose and fell before kissing you hungrily. His tongue slipped into your mouth, memorizing every square inch.
You moaned loudly when he finally moved. It didnât take long for him to build up a rhythm. Suddenly, he disregarded that tempo and pulled away from your kiss to straighten up. He then took one of your thighs and threw it over top of your other leg, positioning you on your side. His palms cupped your hip and you groaned at the change-up.
Sam eyed you, visibly pleased by the new angle. He then started pounding, roughly ramming into you, skin smacking against your lower half. The collision was loud and the room was crowded by your sobs and Samâs grunts.
When you reached your gut-churning orgasm, clenching around him, he hoisted up the leg he had flipped, tossing it over his shoulder, gaining more access to you. You shouted and whimpered but he didnât relent, letting out a week's worth of frustration, toward you, and the universe. He growled your name once, and with that, he carelessly came inside you.
âFuck,â he rumbled, head tilting down in pure exhaustion. Your eyes fluttered shut as his warmth filled your core, making your body quake. Then he removed his hefty build from your limp one, rising to fall back down to your side. Sam hissed as he left your center, huffing as he dropped onto the soft cushion.
You watched him as he took the time to catch his breath, eyes closed. He was so vulnerable in front of a woman who had threatened him, several times, and it was an alarming sight. To have Sam simply breathe you in, and take you savagely, as if you were his first meal in decades.
Your mouth practically watered at the view of him after sex, tousled hair and sweat glistening across his forehead. Biting your inner cheek, your hands slowly glided towards Samâs cock. His eyes shot open âwild and stunnedâ before they squeezed shut again when you applied pressure. You fisted his length, stroking him till you felt cum leak from his tip.
You rubbed him a few times, listening intently to every breath and groan that left his throat. It didnât take long for him to cum a second time. He just about whimpered your name, weak to your touch, liquefying further into the bed. His hands quickly gripped your wrists when you continued to stroke him even after his orgasm. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, almost in exasperation, though you knew that was his usual play with sarcasm.
âYou're killing me here,â he murmured breathlessly, to which you grinned smugly, whispering into his ear, âDonât tempt me Winchester.â
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