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[jesstherebel]

Cause this is sooooo platonic

reverse fake dating: very in love couple has to pretend theyre not actually together

[seasononesam]

Check it out. There’s actually fans. There’s not many of them, but still. Did you read this?

[undercovercannibal]

You know, I've been remembering things... little things, so clearly— What, donkey rides? You used to read to me, um, when I was little. I mean, really little from that old, uh... Classics Illustrated comic book. You remember that? No. Knights of the Round Table. King Arthur's knights were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad...

SUPERNATURAL 8.21 ⛥ The Great Escapist

[acecroft]

SUPERNATURAL 8.01

[atenea585]

Reading Time

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: Sam can't stand how cute you look while reading.

Word Count: 1,432

Tags/Warnings: +18, smut, cunningulus, established relationship, language.

“Although he knew he didn't have much time, the camerlegno Carlos Ventresca preferred to walk slowly.” You continued reading.

You were sitting on the bed with Sam resting his head on your chest and his arms around you as you enjoyed an afternoon together in the bunker alone. Dean had gone on a hunt with Garth, saying you two deserved time alone, and giving Sam a wink before leaving.

“Don't say I'm not the best brother you have.” He had said.

“Dean, you are my only brother.”

“He needed some time alone to gather his thoughts before delivering the opening prayer."

Sam shifted slightly, burying his face between your breasts before resting his chin, looking at you.

“What?” you asked at his gaze, looking away from the book.

“You look very pretty when you read.” 

You smiled and felt your cheeks blush, just like every time Sam gave you a compliment.

“Shut your mouth.”

“I'm serious." And you knew he was.

You shook your head in amusement and returned your gaze to the book.

“There were a lot of things happening. As he advanced into the sun-”

You stopped when you felt Sam move, crawling down your body.

“Where are you going?” you asked with a laugh.

“Nowhere. “Keep reading.” He looked up at you and nodded, asking you to continue.

You sighed and continued.

“As he walked alone through the dark north wing, he felt the weight of the…” You lowered your voice as you felt Sam rest his head against the side of your hip, but you shook your head, not wanting to be distracted. “The weight of the challenge of the last fifteen days.” You finished the paragraph.

Sam placed his thumbs in your pants and slowly pulled them down.

“Sam?” You looked down at him in confusion.

“Don't stop reading, honey.” He murmured as he continued to pull down your pants, making you lift your hips slightly to allow him passage.

You took a deep breath and ran a hand over your face, returning your gaze to the book.

“He had carried out his sacred duties to the letter.”

As you continued reading, Sam finished taking off your pants, leaving them aside and staring at your underwear.

“So pretty.” He murmured, bringing his head closer to place a kiss just above your clothed clit.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you licked your lips, the book obstructing your view of Sam.

“Then-then he had sealed off the pope's bedroom…”

With his index finger, Sam began to gently, even through the fabric, rub your clit. You gave a muffled moan and moved the book to the side.

“Sam, really-”

“Keep reading.” He said seriously, looking into your eyes for the first time since he took off your pants.

You gulped and returned the book in front of you.

“And… And organized the funeral.”

Sam smirked and returned his full attention to your center, continuing to rub gently and soft while at the same time listening to your words.

He didn't stop until he noticed a wet spot on your underwear a few inches below where he was touching. At that moment, he moved his finger away and spread your legs a little, placing the soles of your feet on the mattress and resting the side of his head against your thigh as he watched the large stain with delight, glistening from his actions.

In your case, you continued reading, slower this time, trying to focus on the words in front of you, but wanting fervently to put the book aside and hold Sam's head between your legs.

“So wet…” he whispered against your underwear before giving the center a lick.

You let out a muffled moan.

“S-Sam, c’mon-”

“Didn't tell you yet that you could stop reading.” He raised his head and you whined in disapproval. “If you keep reading I will continue. If you stop again, so will I.”

You huffed and continued reading.

“The designation of Mortati as great elector, the camerlegno said to himself… It had been correct.”

He nodded and lowered it back to you, taking another lick. This time you continued reading, having learned your lesson, not meaning you didn't stutter your next words. He placed his fingers at the end of your underwear and moved your legs as he pleased so he could remove the wet garment before placing them back as they were before.

“H-he was a free… freethinker and he spoke clearly.”

Sam continued licking until he rested his mouth completely against your pussy, moving his tongue in circles.

“Oh, fuck.” It escaped you, causing him to dig his finger into your thigh. “S-sorry.” You mumbled and continued reading. “The flames surrounded him… People screamed around him, and stones and… Blood rained from the sky.”

Sam Winchester may have loved eating vegetables, but when it came to you, he became a carnivore.

His licks became more desperate as did your words.

“S-Sam, I-I can't…”

His mouth never stopped, licking and at times nibbling on your folds, leaving you a mess. Your breathing was heavy while you grabbed the sheet under you with one hand and with the other you held the book as best you could. Your face was hot, probably blushing like a tomato, and Sam was making snorts noises against your pussy that only increased your pleasure.

“Fuck this!” You put the book aside and held onto his hair, moving your hips against his mouth desperately.

“Please, Sam, I'm s-so close.

He didn't utter a word, immersed in your pussy in every way possible. He didn't even care about breathing, just licking the juices that were flowing out of you uncontrollably.

Sam didn't care that you had already put down the book, too immersed in the task at hand. Make you come.

“Yeah, that's it, honey.” He murmured against your pussy before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

“Oh, Sam.” You moaned, pulling at his hair. “S-sammy, I can’t.” You shook your head as you buried your head into the pillow. “It's so much.”

“You can, you can.” He comforted you, caressing your thigh and leaving a kiss on the spot. You bit your bottom lip to silence your silly whimpers. “Hey, no, no, no, no, honey” He reached up with a hand, releasing your lip from between your teeth. “I want to hear all those beautiful sounds coming out of you, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay…”

He smiled softly at you and caressed your cheek before moving his hand back down to hold your thigh. He buried his mouth between your folds again, shaking his head to go deeper. Your moans turned into whimpers, his tongue pushing against your hole and drinking all of you in while all you could do was hold on to his hair.

He moaned against your pussy and nibbled your folds.

“C’mon, baby, come for me.” He murmured and you felt the vibrations inside you.

No sound came from your mouth as you came, your back arching and your body tensing from your orgasm. Sam made sure to drink every drop you gave him as if it were water for a thirsty person. He didn't stop drinking until your thighs trembled as did your breathing. He moved his mouth away, lifting half his body up, looking at you with a sideways smile.

“Are you okay, honey?” He asked before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I'm… Fantastic.”

He laughed softly and crawled over you, his arms on either side of your head and leaning down to leave kisses down your face.

You bit your bottom lip and ran your hand over his chest, down to his crotch, giving the prominent bulge a squeeze, hoping to return the favor, but he held your hand gently and brought your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss there.

“I don't need that. This was for you.”

“But I want-"

“At another time.”

He made a path of kisses along your arm until he reached your shoulder, and then kissed you on the lips. You felt your own taste, a sweet sting. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled at you, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

“I already told you yes.” You extended your arms and pulled him in. "Come here." You hugged him, making him return to the starting position, Sam placing a blanket over both of you.

You stroked his hair as you both felt comforted by the other. You felt safe underneath him and he felt loved by you.

“I love you.”

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STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 157.5/327

13.10 Wayward Sisters Written by Robert Berens & Andrew Dabb Directed by Phil Sgriccia Original Air Date: January 18, 2018

[impala1026]

collection of my favorite sammy ahegao faces <3

[sounknownvoid]

Oh boy !! ... 😅 🔥 🔥

Sam +  his black shirt

[inacatastrophicmind]

[seasononesam]

Sam + laptops 💻

I got [Sam] his computer, too. A Macintosh Performa. It’s in the trunk right now, but every time we spend a night under a roof he’s going to want it plugged in, I can tell. - John Winchester’s Journal by Alex Irvine

[padaleckigallery]

Supernatural - 13.21 - Beat The Devil

[lavenderdreams205]

What if i said this was adhdean stimming?

Dean and a grilled cheese “A Love Story”        ↳ SUPERNATURAL S15E14 ▸ “LAST HOLIDAY”

[destielnoirbang]

Who Framed Sam Winchester?

By queerwerewolf | @queerwolf79 Art by anyrei | @anyreiart

Coming to Ao3 on 12/27/2024

Rated Explicit | 29,180 words | No Archive Warnings Apply

Down-on-his-luck private eye Cas Novak gets hired by Angelic Studios president, Nick Vaught, to investigate a scandal involving an infamous literary character (Lit), Dean Winchester, and Vaught’s primary nemesis, Fergus Crowley. A devilish producer and prop designer who has his hands in every movie studio in Los Angeles. Crowley’s prop factory shares a wall with Lit Town, and worse yet, he owns the contract for every Lit. Every contract, that is, except for brothers Sam and Dean Winchester from the Supernatural book series. When Crowley is found murdered, Sam Winchester becomes the primary suspect and goes on the run. The villainous Judge Edlund vows to catch and destroy Sam, having discovered a means of killing Lits with a substance known only as “Pulp”. Desperate to prove his brother’s innocence, Dean demands Cas help him find his brother before the Judge does. Despite vowing to never work with another Lit after his twin brother's murder, Cas agrees. With a contentious start to their working relationship, Dean Winchester and Cas Novak begin to uncover an ever growing nefarious plot. Can Cas and Dean put a stop to this evil ploy? And more importantly, will their attraction to each other get in the way of saving the day?

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

“Cigars? Cigarettes?”

When I turned, it was to come face to face with Dorian Gray. Unsurprisingly, he hadn’t aged a day in about a decade or so. Now whether that was because he was a Lit, or that damned portrait… His cobalt blue eyes rivaled my own, although, if I’m honest, his were always prettier. His curly blonde hair was coifed in a pompadour and his scarlet lips were curled in a hungry smile. He was dressed in a form-fitting pair of charcoal pants and an even tighter black t-shirt that left little to the queer imagination, carrying a tray of different smokes.

“Dorian, what are you doing here?”

With a wistful, overly dramatic sigh, Dorian pouted his plush lips and said, “Work’s been slow for those of us with a little more… culture.” Which meant with how many contemporary novels were capturing the attention of audiences, any Lits from the 19th century or earlier had to get creative to make a living. This suited Dorian, considering his nature. “But I’m still exquisitely tragic.”

With a soft laugh, I nodded, reveling in his beauty for a moment, although I was far too old for him now. “Yeah, you are.”

The lights started to dim and a spotlight shined on the closed curtains. I caught Crowley in my peripheral vision, straightening his tie and sitting upright. He even pulled out a small bottle of cologne, spraying it against his neck. It reeked of licorice and cloves, the breath of a child that got into his father’s cigarette case.

I turned to Dorian with a bemused expression. “What’s with him?”

Dorian smoothed out a nonexistent wrinkle on his pants with a shrug. “Oh, Mr. Crowley never misses a night when Dean performs.”

“Got a thing for Lits, huh?”

At that, Dorian gave me a pointed look. “If I recall, you did as well at one point.”

I cleared my throat and grabbed my drink, gulping down half of it at the implication, feeling a warmth at the memories that comment conjured. The crowd grew silent and the band could be heard from the pit, warming up their instruments. Then a familiar intro began, an infamously upbeat Cole Porter song that had been slowed down from a jazzy little jaunt to something sedated, steady, and sentimental. Just as a soft beat began, the curtains jostled and a leg popped out, bent at the knee in skin tight purple pants.

“We’re all alone… No chaperone… Can get our number… the world’s in slumber… ” A sultry, deep voice sang in a pleasant register, masterfully turning jazz to a ballad. The curtains parted and revealed one of the most breathtaking creatures I had ever seen in my life.

“Let’s misbehave…”

[ayo-edebiri]

#The destiel confession scene but it's just text posts from this day because I still can't believe this was real

[youre-only-gay-once]

get destiel kissed <3