#jared padalecki drabble

[nuemanfilms]

“NOT EVEN FOR A WEEK?” || S.W.

— Keep it in your pants for atleast a week, please?

Summary; Dean and his teasing about Sam and Bimbo!reader’s constant sex drive proves itself to be right. Win for the older Winchester.

Warnings; size kink, bimbo!reader, WILD sex drive, unprotected, some plot, sweet & dirty talk (it’s sammy?? so maybe a little teasing too), rough sex, riding (kinda), sam manhandling reader, creampie, piv + more!

A/N; hopefully we can get by this election, here’s a distraction <3

xoxo, roro

sdt; @sadisticsammyw

You and Sam had sex probably more often than you should’ve.

Dean teased you both relentlessly for it, it was hilarious to the elder Winchester on how you both couldn’t keep it in your pants for atleast a week. Sam was practically whipped and you were feeding into it.

The dynamic between the two of you was also pretty funny considering how Sam always corrected Dean on the dumbest things, but when it came to you, he would address your wrong answer in the most soft spoken way.

You were both so in love with each other, it was also disgusting.

Dean went out with some blonde chick after the case he and your boyfriend worked. Sam didn’t hesitate in getting a ride over to your shared place. He knew you were waiting for him. You always did.

It was around 9PM, Sam fumbled with his keys to unlock the front door before you opened it yourself.

He took in his old Stanford shirt clad with pink panties underneath that dressed your skin. Dean really was right, you both really couldn’t keep it in your pants.

His lips mouthed at the exposed skin of your shoulder as he sat you down on his length. He wanted to be gentle, despite his natural instinct of taking you how he wanted, he knew you had to adjust.

After you gave him the nod, he was fucking you like he hadn’t seen you in years despite it being a few days.

His hands gripped your hips so roughly to the point of bruising as he slammed you up and down on his cock, listening to your mewls and cries at his established pace. Your fingernails digged in his skin as he forced you to take it. his lips moved from your shoulder to graze your earlobe as he whispered endless sweet words into your ear. Cooing to you on how you could take it, how you always did.

He groaned at the slurred words leaving your lips, “‘S good, huh, baby? You like when I come home to you like this? Fucking this sweet little pussy ‘til you can’t take it? Huh, Sweetheart?” His words were so syrupy and delicious despite the lewd actions. His own fingernails digging into your waist to manhandle and control how you bounced up and down his shaft.

“oh fuck! god- god, yes… Feels so good, Sammy- mmm… fuck!” He let out another deep groan at that, resisting the urge to just cum inside your pretty little cunt right there and then.

You were so small compared to him, everyone was shorter than Sam in general. The man was at a good height of 6’4, and not to mention that he was insanely muscular. When he first laid eyes on you in those jeans, the pretty pink tank top to go with it… he knew he had to have you despite his brother’s obvious attempts to get with you. When he finally had the chance to ask you out, he was surprised at how quickly you accepted.

Fuck, he loved how you stretched around him. Your cunt accommodating to fit his size… it always felt like the first time each time you both made love.

“Good- Good girl, Baby… shiiiit- Can feel you squeezing me, Honey.” He gritted out, he could feel his balls tighten, and by the way you were squeezing him- He knew you were close too.

“‘M gonna cum- Can I cum, Sammy? P-Please- Baby…” you sounded so vulnerable, sounded so pretty even in the state you were in. Your neck was littered with marks and hickies starting to form from his assault on your supple skin. Your eyes were watery as well. How could Sam deny you when you looked at him like that?

“God, yeah, Honey… go on, let go. Let me feel this pussy squeezin’… I’ll fill you up- Don’t worry, Sweetheart.” He grunted, his hips started to form a rough grind up against you. Your own hips struggled to meet his due to the stimulation, so his hands guided you.

Your cry had him spilling inside of you within seconds, his index and middle finger rubbing at your clit to help calm you down.

He looked at you, your mascara smudged, the faint stain of your lipstick on your lips, and he couldn’t have been even more proud of himself. He loved ruining you like this, he loved seeing his girl all spent because of him.

“Did s’good for me, Honey… Gonna get you cleaned up, hmm?

[figthoughts]

i need some aftercare with sam!! like after a rough fuck he cleans her up and cuddles her, maybe runs her a bath?? something like that

ahhhh, i’ve never written for sam before but this was such a cute lil idea!! i hope you enjoy <3

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the mattress squeaks as sam slumps down next you, his body slick with sweat and his lungs pulling in deep breaths as he tries to steady his breathing, “you alright, baby?”

he turns to you with his heavy-lidded eyes, awaiting your response, watching the little tears roll down your cheeks.

you muster up the energy to return his gaze, his eyes softening slightly as you speak, “yeah, sammy. m’alright.”

“happy tears?” he asks, gently wiping away the few tears with his thumb, his eyes searching yours.

you nod softly against the sheets, too tired to bother speaking. you feel the need to move closer to him, so you do, your fucked out body shaking a little as you find your place in his arms.

“that’s good, my angel. you did so well for me, you know? took me so well,” he praises quietly in your ear as his arms wrap around you, pulling you snug against his chest.

you hum in response and bury your head into his neck, searching for comfort as your warm salty tears wet his skin.

you lay together silently, your flushed sweaty bodies tangled with one another. sam rubs his hand up ‘n down your arm absent-mindedly trying to soothe you in your overwhelmed state.

“you want me to clean you up, baby?” sam asks, breaking the silence after a few moments, gently brushing some of your hair back that’s stuck against your sweaty forehead.

you hum again and nod, “yes, please.”

sam begins to pull away and get up, but your arms grab ahold of his shoulders. he looks down at you with a slightly concerned expression.

“wait,” you say quietly, “can you— umm— run me a bath, sammy? m’just a little sore.”

sam frowns at your soft confession, “yeah, of course, baby, i can do that. i— uhh… i didn’t hurt you, did i?” his widened eyes search yours, desperately needing reassurance that you’re alright, that he didn’t hurt you.

you shake your head, lifting it to meet his gaze head-on, “no, not like that. just… sensitive. and maybe a little sore from your grip… like on my hips and stuff, but i’m okay. i promise.”

he nods, the tightness in his chest fading at your soft-spoken words. he pulls himself up off the bed and he looks down at your exhausted body, “okay… cause i want you to tell me if i go too far. i want you to always tell me, okay?”

“okay.” you reply simply, the expression on your face and the look in your eye speaking more than words ever could.

he lets a smile grow on his face, “good. okay, bath time. i’ll be right back, my sweet girl.”

he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead with that dopey little smile on his face. you watch him disappear into the bathroom, followed by the sound of splashing water filling the tub.

sam returns a moment later, the smile still on his face as he takes in your state on the bed; your body all spread out, still twitching slightly with his seed dripping out between your legs. he thinks you look beautiful. heavenly even.

“mm’kay, can you walk or do you want me to carry you in?” sam tilts his head, a cheeky soft smile dancing on his lips.

you manage to pull yourself up into a sitting position, your eyes locked onto his, “can you carry me? i don’t want to walk.”

a huff of a laugh escapes sam’s mouth as he walks over to the edge of the bed, “oh, you don’t want to walk, huh?” he asks incredulously and scoops you up into his arms, “well, it’s a lucky thing i’m here then. your big strong boyfriend can carry you.”

his joking tone paired with his big strong arms wrapped around you forces a tired, yet amused, smile onto your face, “yeah, lucky me.”

he shakes his head and chuckles as he carries you bridal style into the bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the bath.

you watch as sam dips his hand into the water, testing the temperature, “hmm, alright. nice ‘n warm for you. another minute and it’ll be full, okay?”

you nod in response, watching sam grab a small hand towel, rinsing it under the sink. he turns to you, “okay, baby. let me clean you up a little. i made a mess of you, huh, pretty girl?”

he kneels in front of you, his big hands coaxing your thighs apart as you watch him, tilting your head at the sweet boy in front of you.

sam gently wipes the warm wet cloth between your thighs, cleaning up the sticky mess of your arousal and his cum. he’s so gentle, his eyes flickering up to meet yours, almost as if he’s making sure you’re still alright.

“there we go,” he hums with a smile and pulls back, looking you over, “all done, baby.”

“thank you,” you manage to mutter out as he throws the towel into the sink without a care.

“s’no worries, sweetheart. i did that to you, it’s only fair i clean you up, huh?” he grins at you, before leaning over and turning the water off.

“alright, can you hop in yourself or do you want your big strong boyfriend to help you again?” he asks playfully with that grin.

“i can do it, sammy,” you chuckle out breathily, sliding yourself into the water. you let out a deep sigh of relief as you’re enveloped in the warmth of the water.

sam smiles, tilting his head like a puppy as he watches you instantly relax, “good?”

you nod up at him, “good. thank you, sam.”

he shakes his head dismissively, “s’the least i can do for my pretty baby.”

your cheeks heat up a little at his sweet words, your fingers tapping at the surface of the water.

“do you want to hop in too?” you ask after a moment, your tired eyes looking into his.

“yeah, i do. i really do,” he chuckles and slides into the tub behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

“mmm, i love you, my pretty girl,” he coos softly into your ear, his lips brushing against it.

you can’t help the smile from spreading across your face, “i love you too, my sweet boy.”

A/N: ahhh first time writing sammy!! i’m not a sam girly but this was fun, i do love him <333

requests are open! (give me a little time, i have a few to get to ahhh!) feedback is encouraged!

reblogs support me ‘n my writing! <3

[castiwls]

so it goes - s.w

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 wasn’t 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 didn’t come from a box or a takeout bag that you’d 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. “What are you making.” Sam smiled pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Nothing fancy.” You shrugged leaning into his chest with a content sigh.

Sam humed moving his hands to your hips. “Smells good.” 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 he’d truly missed it more than he’d admit. He’d missed the domesticity of it all. How normal it was in a world where almost nothing was normal.

“Okay.” You clapped your hands. “Now we wait.” You turned in his arms, moving your own around his neck. Sam’s gaze was soft as he smiled down at you. “What.” You laughed feeling slightly nervous under his gaze. 

“Nothing, nothing just…” He shook his head. “I love you.” 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. “I love you too.” You smiled - a warm feeling slowly building in your stomach.

Sam’s hand moved to cup the back of your head. His hand gently massaged your head as his gaze dropped to your lips. “I missed this.” 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. 

“It’s been a while.” 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. “Wait.” He murmured against your lips pulling back slightly.

You furrowed your brows tilting your head slightly. “Wha-” A yelp left your lips as you suddenly felt yourself get lifted from the ground and placed on the counter behind you. “Better.” He grinned rubbing his nose against yours.

“Better.” You grinned using your grip on his neck to pull him in. A quiet laugh escaped him as your lips met his. Sam’s 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.

“Well. That's one way to ruin the mood.” You shook your head jumping off the counter to turn off the oven.  Sam laughed leaning back against the counter, watching you. “We always have later.” He shrugged a smirk playing on his lips.

[pinkiebieberpie]

pov: your camera roll if you were dating sam winchester

tagging my sun: @fleurfairie

supernatural masterlist

[my-proof-is-you]

Now That We Don’t Talk - Part 1

Summary: When you started dating Jensen Ackles, things were damn near perfect. You were so compatible, and you fit into his life seamlessly. After Supernatural ended, though, Jensen got a new job. Pretty soon, Jensen also got a new life. And you no longer fit in it.

Jensen x You

Inspired by the song Now That We Don’t Talk by Taylor Swift

Masterlist

You

You sat the last box down in your living room with a grunt. You’d been lugging boxes into your new apartment all day, and you were exhausted. You let your tired body fall back onto the couch, sinking into the soft cushions. 

You looked around the room filled with cardboard and the few pieces of furniture you had. You could feel the tears threatening to fill your eyes, and bit your lip to stop them. You pulled out your phone, tapping the name of the only person you could think to call at that moment. 

“Hi, baby, how are you doing?” your mom answered on the second ring.

You sighed. “I’ve been better,” you replied, rubbing a hand down your face.

“This really is for the best, you know?” she said, and you could almost picture the sympathetic look she’d have on her face. 

“Is it? Cause right now it feels just…horrible.”

“Yes, Y/N, it is. He changed, and you are not the only one who noticed.”

You sighed again. “Thanks, Momma. I better get unpacking. Love you.”

“Love you too, Bug. Pour yourself a glass of wine and just try to relax.”

You smiled as you hung up. Your mom truly was your best friend. You’d called her right after you broke up with Jensen and she’d talked you through it the best she could from nearly a thousand miles away. 

After you’d moved to Austin to be with Jensen, you saw your mom a lot less than you’d liked. It was tempting to move back home after the breakup, but you had a job that you really loved, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave it. 

You had friends nearby, too. The only problem was that Jensen was the one who introduced you to them, which made you feel a little uncomfortable. Gen had already reached out to you. She’d left a message wanting to get together to hang out. You hadn’t responded yet. You just weren’t sure if you could handle the inevitable conversation she’d want to have about the breakup.

You pulled out your corkscrew and a wine glass from your box labeled “kitchen” and opened the bottle of white wine you’d gotten on your quick grocery trip earlier in the day. As you took your first sip, you sat down again and let your mind wander to the beginnings of your relationship with Jensen. 

Two Years Earlier - You

It had been by chance that you’d met the green-eyed actor at a coffee shop in your small town of Salida, Colorado. He’d been on his way home from a fan convention in Denver and had taken a wrong turn. He’d wanted to make the long drive alone to clear his head, and you’d learn later how stubborn he was about using the GPS on his phone. 

He’d come into the coffee shop you frequented to get some caffeine and directions. You’d recognized him, of course, since you were a fan of Supernatural. You’d always kept up with the show, but you weren’t a big enough fan to have gone to the convention. 

“Excuse me, miss,” you heard, looking up from your laptop in surprise. Though you’d noticed him enter the shop immediately, you’d never expected him to talk to you. 

“I’m on my way back to Texas, and I think I’m a little lost. I don’t have any service on my phone, but I’m using the Wi-Fi here to look at Google Maps.”

You nodded, listening to his explanation while still wondering why he was talking to you of all people. 

“Can you take a look and tell me if this is a good route back to I-25?” he asked, giving you a dazzling smile. You returned it, and took his phone. 

“Sure,” you said, looking at the route his phone was going to take him. It looked fine, which only added to your confusion at the question he was asking you. Surely the app could tell Jensen what the fastest or easiest route was.

“That is a good option,” you said, handing him his phone back. “And when you go through Trinidad, there’s a great little barbecue place off Main Street you should check out. Awesome pulled pork and even better cheese fries.”

He nodded, his eyes surprised. “Thanks—“ he paused, stretching out his hand in an invitation to shake yours.

“Y/N,” you responded, placing your hand in his calloused one.

“Y/N,” he repeated. “I’m Jensen.” 

“I know,” you said with a smirk. He let out a chuckle and stood there for another moment, as if deciding something. 

“Would it be weird if I asked to buy you a cup of coffee?” he asked finally.

“Hmm, I have coffee,” you replied, glancing at the paper cup in front of you. He seemed to deflate a little, and you quickly continued. “But I would love a scone.”

He smiled again, giving you a wink as he headed to the counter. After he bought your scone and his own coffee, he returned to your table where he asked if he could join you.

You made small talk for a little bit. You told him you liked his show; he asked you about your life in Salida; you joked easily with each other. Before you knew it, a couple of hours had gone by. 

“Well, I really should get going. I have a long drive ahead of me,” Jensen said, leaning back in his chair. 

“Yeah, good idea,” you responded. You had really enjoyed your talk with him, even if it was just a random moment in your life and you never saw him again.

“Do you think I could see you again?” he asked, looking a little nervous. It was very cute, especially since he was a famous actor. 

“Might be a little tough, what with living a thousand miles apart,” you said with a smirk. You saw his shoulders sink a little. “How about I give you my number. If you ever want to talk, I’ll answer.”

“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “It’s not ideal, but I’ll take what I can get, sweetheart.” 

You smiled coyly and put your number in his phone. “It was great to meet you, Jensen. I hope we meet again.”

“Oh, I think we will, Y/N,” he said confidently. You shook your head with a smile as he backed away from the table and out the door.  I will never hear from him again, you thought as you watched him get into his car that was parked on the street. Little did you know, one day later he would prove you wrong.

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Perfect (S.W.)

Sam Winchester x Plus sized F! Reader

Request: maybe some s1/2 sam? it’s the reader's first time, and sam js is really sweet to her, focusing on her pleasure, guiding her through everything, and noticing how she reacts to his touches and teasing her, just like body worship lol. nicknames, Sam being lowkey an oral god🤭 lol. maybe the reader is just a little bit shy because she is more chubby? idk if this makes sense but yeah!! I hope you can do this, have a lovely day <3 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Rating: Mature (minors DNI)

Warning: Some violence, p n v, unprotected (Wrap it before you tap it!), Sam Is an oral god 🤧, talk of insecurities, loss of virginity.

Gif, not mine*

A/N I am accepting requests and making a supernatural tag list!

The lock behind you clicking locked sounded like music to your ears. Working straight after class from 4-12 was exhausting, to say the least, at a bar nonetheless. Annoying college frat boys, creepy old men, prostitutes (get the bag sis), you get it though life is hard.

“Only two more months then Im out of here…” You whispered under your breath. You were right though, only two more months at Standford and you were off to do big things in the world.

The walk back to your small apartment outside of campus was cold and damp. You could feel how moist the air was and the cold breeze hit your face and your legs, yet you loved this weather. Not too hot nor too cold just a bit chilly. The trees around you had orange leaves and every house you pass had pumpkins outside carved with scary or funny faces. Halloween was just around the corner. You were ready for it.

For the first time in two years, you were ready for this Halloween. After everything that happened.

Jess.

You couldn’t believe what happened when you found out that Jessica, one of your closest friends from elementary school was killed in a freak fire accident and her boyfriend Sam found her.

You, Sam, and Jess were inseparable at Stanford. Even days before her death you guys were at a bar celebrating Halloween. Well, jess was. You and Sam were wearing the most boring casual clothes ever. You both didn’t like the attention.

The Party scene, the crazy frat boys, insane sorority girls. Wasn’t your thing. It wasn’t his. But it was all for Jess. Which made the arrangement work.

You lost contact with Sam shortly after Jess’s death. Which stung. Thinking he was one of your best friends and you lost your other to the crazy fire. Yet, life goes on.

The door to your apartment was dull, no sign on the door. No welcome mat. Nothing that indicated a human living there. Thats how you liked it.

You opened the door to find it pitch black in the room before you.

Thats odd. Did I turn the lights off? I swear I don't remember turning them off before I left.

Your mind was racing with questions, you reached towards the left, using the dim hallway lighting to shine just enough for you to see your light switch. You flick it and your apartment shines.

Your apartment was dull. School textbooks on the counter, your backpack on the chair. Your small tv looked dusty in the living room from the lack of use, and the sad couches that hardly were sat on.

You were never home hardly, from working shifts at the bar and school. The only downtime you had was in your bedroom in the comfort of your bed with the latest Stephen King book at your disposal.

You hang your jacket on the hanger and throw your keys on the counter. You sigh loudly, your body was ready for that date to the bed.

A bang in your room made you break your train of thought. You turn your head towards your room and grab a kitchen knife. Slowly making your way towards your room, your heartbeat was picking up slowly.

Your door was open like it was before, but you could feel that something was off. You flicked the light on and nothing was there. But, you discovered that your window was wide open and your books from your end table were on the floor.

You walk towards the window and slide it shut and look out. Nothing seemed to be different yet...something felt off.

You took another breath before you felt arms lock your upper half. You scream and thrash to no avail.

"Please don't be scared...I'm just very hungry. You will come back...don't worry." The voice belonged to a man, you know. You thrashed again and looked up to see yourself looking back. Your mirror showed the man behind you.

He was a kid...maybe only 19? Looked like a freshman in college in his Standford Sweatshirt. But, his teeth were sharp. You kicked the wall and to your surprise, you broke his hold on you as you both fell to the ground.

This was your chance.

You collected yourself quickly running through the door and into the living room grabbing the closest thing to you for cover. Which in this case was a light fixture.

The boy walked through the door, his breaths were heavy. "Look I didn't want to hurt you. "

"Well, I really wanna hurt you."

Sam? That voice couldn't have been him.

A bang of a shotgun went off from your right, you looked to your side to not only see Sam but another guy with him with the shotgun. The man beside Sam seemed to notice you staring at him. His green eyes piercing into yours.

“Get behind me!” He yelled.

You didn’t have to think twice, you ran behind him and Sam while they took care of the deranged man.

“Close your eyes y/n.” Sam finally spoke to you, a machete in his hand. The man beside him was above the man that was kneeling down in pain with a shotgun pointed at his head. You looked back up at Sam, and his face was still just as handsome as it always was.

“Please.”

You finally closed your eyes. Hearing Sam’s footsteps move in front of you. I could hear the deranged man grunting, “Damn you Winchesters. One of these days. We will Kill you.”

“Well, good thing today isn’t the day then.” You could hear Sam’s voice and then a grunt following with a thud.

“Y/n keep your eyes closed. I don’t want you seeing this.”

You kept your eyes closed, tempted to open them. Just to see Sam. He is finally back… after everything that happened. He’s back.

Maybe this is just a dream?

What felt like hours of your eyes being closed was mere minutes as you heard grunting and a door close soon after.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You slowly opened your eyes, your eyes stung from the bright lights, your vision blurry. You reached your hand up and rubbed your eye one by one. The room was still lit with your lamps on the sides of the couch, but you could see the traces of dark red blood on the floor. You could see they were smeared like they were trying to clean it.

“You…. Killed that boy?” You looked up at Sam, the person you hung out with the most, missed the most after everything that has happened.

“He.. wasn’t a human. He was a vampire and he was gonna turn you Y/n.” Sam’s voice was so quiet, like he was afraid you would be scared of him. But, you knew Sam. He would never lie about this.

“This can’t be real…” You looked around and walked towards the couch. Sam following behind. Sitting beside you.

“It is…everything in the supernatural is. My family has hunted them for years…after my mother died from the yellowed eyed demon. Like Jess.” Sam’s voice cracked of mentioning Jess. You slide you hand in his and squeezed.

“A demon killed her?” You didn’t want to believe it, but it explains how weird her death was.

Sam took a breathe and looked at you, “Yes. He did. But, we are going to kill him. The guy that was with me, thats Dean. My brother. He basically raised me while dad hunted to avenge my mother. Now… it’s just me and him.”

Sam never talked about his family much, but he always mentioned his brother a few times. Which explains the facial similarities of the green eyed hunter.

I took a breathe and let his hand go and rubbed my arm,“Why was the Vampire coming for me?”

Sam sighed, “Me and Dean found leads from recent vampire attacks a few towns over. Has to be a nearby the university. Says why a lot of students went missing too.” You grabbed my phone to see it was now 1:45 am, how has it been almost two hours sense this all happened? “The boy that attacked you, went missing a few weeks back. He was sent to take you.”

“To be a vampire?” Your voice cracked a little in fear. Sam nodded, “I wouldn’t have let that happen. You deserve a good life.”

You finally did what you wanted to do for so long, you wrapped your arms around Sam and gave him a hug.

“Sam Winchester you deserve a good life too. Don’t sell yourself short. Thank you for saving my life.”

Sam hugged you back tight, like you were going to disappear any moment.

“Your not safe here Y/n. I got a motel room downtown. Pack clothes and bring a book. I need to know you will be safe.”

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2 weeks later

The last few weeks have been eventful to say the least… Sam came back, you met his Metallica loving brother, they rid of the vampire nest and overall you finally felt at ease after the two years of not knowing what happened to Jess.

Sam and Dean stayed near Stanford to keep an eye on you and make sure all is well. Coming down any other day and eating at the diner or having a drink at the bar, (which meant free drinks while your manager wasn’t working since you were the bartender), and having a new friend and your best friend back. All was well.

Yet, you could feel some tension between you and Sam. You’ve always had a small crush on him, who hasn’t though? His thick hair, his height, his hazel eyes, plus his personality? People would be crazy to not have a tiny crush on him.

But, with this small crush you could feel the guilt in the back of your mind. This man was one of your best friend’s boyfriend.

What would Jess think if she was alive?

“Y/n!” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him, your popcorn still in your lap as you we’re watching Scream on the Tv with Sam.

You came back home a few days ago and Sam wanted to spend a night over, since tomorrow he and Dean will be heading to South Dakota to see a friend of the family’s.

“Yeah?”

“You okay? You’ve been quiet for 30 minutes and you usually never shut up about Billy and Stu.”

“I’m just thinking…”

Sam paused the movie and turned towards me. “Spill it.”

You sighed and laugh a little. “Sam, it’s nothing.”

Sam took the popcorn out of my hands and scooted closed towards me, “Must be something if you are quiet for a long period of time.”

You took a breathe, Sam wasn’t gonna give up until you told him what was on your mind, “I’m just thinking about my future. I guess.” You laughed nervously.

“Your future? What about it?”

“Just thinking about everything, what I’m gonna be doing, Where I will be, If I would marry. Stuff like that.” Sam looked at you seriously after you mentioning marriage.

“Y/n, if someone wouldn’t marry you. I would be very surprised. Who wouldn’t? Your funny, down to earth, strong and plus your personality is amazing.”

You laughed, “Yeah. No. I’m not the looks of someone to be married.”

Moments passed, The silence thickened. You could hear your own breathing and Sam set down the popcorn on the table and took the blanket off of me and him. “Get up and come with me.”

“What?”

Sam grabbed my hands and pulled me up towards him. “Come with me. I have to show you something.” As he said that he took your right hand in his and walked towards your room and opened the door.

Your room looked the same as it always did. Bed maid, your window closed, your books on the table.

Sam took you in front of the mirror, him standing behind you.

“What do you see?”

You look at him through the mirror and give him an odd look.

“What?”

Sam took a breath, “In the mirror, what do you see?”

“I see me…. We done?”

“No. You see yourself, what do you see about you? What do you like or dislike?”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s your point, Sam?”

"I want you to see the beautiful woman, I see."

Beautiful? He was talking about me? Your mind was spiraling in thoughts. Years of self-doubt, men leaving you since you didn't fit into their "desires". Just to have Sam, your best friend and crush call you beautiful looking at you with no makeup, shorts that showed your curve, thick thighs touching each other, and a tank top that didn't hide your bloated stomach.

Beautiful.

"I want you to see how perfect you are to me. Your personality, your smile, how you change the room. " Sam chuckles, "Even your weird obsession with old 90 movies." Sam's hands gently roam down your body to be around your waist.

Beautiful. Perfect.

Not in a million years those two words would fall out of anyone's mouth. Not Sam's at least, You never would have thought that he would talk about you like that.

“Everything of yours is perfect. Your curves, your hips, your smile. " As he said that his hands were all over your body...touching every inch gently. You look at Sam through the mirror, "Sam..." Seeing his hands on your body felt fantastic and right.

"I know the past two years have been hard, I wish I was here for you. Things happened...but I am here now." Sam said his hand was now on my cheek caressing softly. "Let me have this chance."

You took a deep breath, this felt like a dream. Sam Winchester really said that and meant that.

You look up at Sam and nod your head. Instantly his lips met yours.

The kiss was full of passion yet gentle. Like You were a fragile art piece in a museum. His hand was on your waist and he pulled you in closer as he finished the kiss.

"Is this okay?" His hand had my shirt. You nodded your head and he took your shirt off revealing your black bra.

You covered your stomach as Sam looked at you, he wrapped his hands on your arms and moved them away, "I told you that you are beautiful, don't hide yourself from me.

Sam pinned your arms to your side and from your lips down to your stomach near the top of your pants. He kissed every scar, and stretch mark as he went. Whispering all sorts of sweet nothings, while he kissed you.

Sam looked up at you and smiled, "Take your pants off and lay on the bed baby girl."

You took a deep breath and turned from Sam, slipping your pants off and laying down on the bed. Sam was now shirtless and working on his pants.

Once he was left in his boxers he walked towards you and climbed on top of you, his face above yours. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead, the tip of the nose, and finally your lips.

It felt euphoric, the amount of times you never thought this would happen or even think you would be alone for all your life was out of the equation. You were happy.

With his small kisses, Sam cupped your breasts in his hands and softly squeezed them. Making you moan out softly. He lifted you up and unclipped your bra. You slipped out of your bra and allowed him to throw it on the floor. He kissed you once more before fondling your breasts and using his mouth on your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.

You softly moan and hold his head. Yanking his hair softly, Sam releases your nipple and looks up at you, "Better be careful Y/n. I want to take my time, but I will take you right now if you want."

Sam kissed your breasts and went down to your clothed pussy. Kissing the top of your underwear. His dirty talk made you feel excited for what's to come. Your underwear was soaked and Sam knew it, he rubbed your clothed pussy up and down making you moan out loud.

This was really happening. You were going to lose your virginity to Sam.

"Sam... I've never done this before." You admitted to him. He looked up at you and kissed your lips softly, "If you wanna stop we-" Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off with another kiss.

"I want you Sam."

You kissed Sam once more, deepening this kiss. His hands go back to your underwear and easily slide them off.

He breaks the kiss and goes down to my pussy, looking up at you before licking up and sucking on my clit. You moan out loud feeling the sensation of his tongue, Sam licked up and down and sucked on your clit before using a finger and thrusting in your pussy.

His one finger felt amazing inside, yet it stretched you out. If you couldn't take a finger. When he finally goes inside it may not fit. But, no matter the pleasure right now was overwhelming. You didn't want it to stop.

Sam does stop abusing your clit, rubbing your pussy, and adding another finger. You close your eyes and arch your back up, moaning out.

He was paying attention to everything that made you feel nothing but pleasure. He used his two fingers in a scissoring motion and that plus his mouth on you took you over the edge.

Your eyes feel blurry and your breaths are heavy, you could feel Sam's eyes on you. He leans up and kisses you. "Feel good baby girl?"

You smile and nod, "Yes."

You never noticed that Sam slipped his boxers off, his length hitting your thigh. You look down and take a breath.

It's a lot bigger than I thought...I don't think it would fit.

Your mind was spiraling and you could feel your nerves go through the roof.

"Don't overthink, keep your eyes on me. It will be uncomfortable but I am right here." Sam noticed you were in your head. His hands were rubbing your legs comfortably to make you relax. He kissed you gently and pulled you close to him as he rubbed his cock near your entrance.

Sam pulled away looking at you in your eyes, "You ready?"

A moment passed and you finally nodded your head. You wanted it You leaned up and kissed Sam once more. The head of his cock rubbing against your cunt.

During the kiss Sam thrusted in, You gasped in the kiss and he stopped moving while you looked like you were in discomfort.

When your face relaxed he thrusted again slowly until you told him to go faster.

The pleasure felt amazing, nothing felt better than being with Sam. You didn't want anyone else but him, the feel of his kisses, his touch. Was the most amazing thing you have ever felt.

The feeling of his cock filling you up to the brim felt amazing, how you stretched around to fit him and only him.

Sam was grunting as he thrusted, he started to moan softly kissing you while he thrusted into you. He gripped the sheets beside you as you gripped his shoulders filling him into you.

Sam pulled out and came on your stomach, "Sorry.." He chuckled and grabbed his shirt and cleaned you up, You smiled and looked down at him cleaning you up.

The one thing you knew for sure was that not only Sam was your first love, but no matter what he would always be your last.

[immodestly-marina]

HI I absolutely love your fics and drabbles! I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing a Sam drabble where he comes back from a hunt all dirty and tired and the reader takes care of him, like washes his hair for him and gets him a beer etc. Feel free to run with that as you like. Love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hiii lovely!!

This is so cute, I’m such a softy for whumpy Sammy.

Cw: She/her reader, being naked in a non-sexual context, nothin too crazy :)

“Stop being a big baby, and get in the tub.”

She ushers him into the bathroom in a gentle manner, closing the door behind them and moving to take off his jacket before he can even make the effort.

Once his clothes are off, Sam slowly sits in the warm water, wetting his hair with a quiet groan. She kneels beside the tub to turn off the water, before grabbing a washcloth and soaking it.

He looks over at her with soft, tired eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”

She moves the cloth to his face, gently cleaning the dirt and grime from his forehead. She pushes his bangs from his face, whispering a quick ‘shut up’ as she drags the soft fabric across his cheeks.

“Wanna pass me some soap?” She asks him as she brings the cloth around the back of his neck. Sam turns for the soap, so his back faces her. She winces at the sight of his skin being so littered with bruises and scratch marks, being extra careful when it comes time for her to wash the dirt from his neck and back.

-

Sam sinks into the crappy mattress, rolling his neck to the side to crack it with a strained sigh.

His eyes open at the sound of a cap being removed from a glass bottle. She shuffles towards him, handing him a cold beer to pair with her warm smile.

His hand passes the bottle and instead reaches for her wrist, pulling her closer to sit on the bed behind him. When he finally takes the bottle from her, she slowly leans against him, carefully wrapping her arms over his shoulders. Sam takes a sip from the bottle, as his head rests against hers she feels him swallow the liquor against her cheek.

“You wanna lie down?” She whispers to his ear, “You feel so tense, Sam…”

He shakes his head ‘no’, looking down at the bottle in his hands with pursed lips.

“It’s nothing… tonight was just…” He pauses to relive the past 12 hours, or so.

“Just a lot, y’know?” He forces out a small chuckle in hopes to ease any concern. His smile awkwardly fades as he fails to faze her by any means.

As he looks away, she catches his chin with her hand, turning his face back to hers. His eyes look so innocent in contrast to hers, always so lost, and maybe even longing. They captivate her everytime, she can never just look away.

“I love you, and I’m always here to bring you back to something that feels like home. If you’re hurt, or, or scared, or anything, I will always be here.”

Sam’s eyes somehow soften even more, and she finds herself just staring straight into them. His hand creeps up against hers, taking it between his fingers and softly stroking each knuckle. He nods quickly, his way of making sure she knows how much he understands.

A silent “… I know…” is all he can manage to give her tonight. Right back at him, she nods, as her way of letting him know that she also understands.

-

He finally gets the well needed rest he’d been craving all day. Rest that consists of her gentle arms draped over and around his chest, one leg swung over his. With an arm resting under her neck, Sam contently drifts to sleep with his hand softly tangled in her hair.

[podiumackles]

SUPERNATURAL masterlist

to this i add published stories and the ones that are in my drafts. i will add a release date when i know one.

* = contains mature content

d e a n w i n c h e s t e r

s a m w i n c h e s t e r

c a s t i e l n o v a k

c r o w l e y m a c l e o d

[impalaimagining]

Anything you feel would go with this

Jared Padalecki x Reader

529 words

Warnings: semi-public smut, 18+ only

“No time for pleasantries.” 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 Jared’s kisses. “Pleasantries? What is this, the Middle Ages?”

“Sorry.” Jared chuckles, his lips moving across your jawline. “Forgot to get fully out of character.”

He’s 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 you’re quickly pulled back to reality by the scrape of Jared’s stubble against your neck.

“I only have five minutes. We’re breaking for a makeup touch-up.” 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. He’s leaning against you, pinning you against the wall. You ache for him, clit throbbing under his touch, walls clenching around nothing. He’s 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.

It’s the middle of February, for Christ’s 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 he’s 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. He’s getting hard.

Looking up at Jared, you grin devilishly and stand on your toes to whisper in his ear. “No time for pleasantries.”

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 you’re shameless, begging for him to be inside of you.

Drunk Drabbles April 14, 2023

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[adriellej]

Masterlist

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles

Sam Winchester/Jared Padalecki

Castiel (Novak)/Misha Collins

Extra characters of SPN

SPN no parings

Personalized fics

Flash:

Harrison "Harry" Wells/E!2

[hoboal87]

Made up fic title: History Repeats Itself

(this has all been done from my phone so please forgive any formatting issues)

Pairing: unnamed!M!Alpha x F!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 300ish

Warnings/Tags: a/b/o dynamics, mentions of / implied sex and knotting, implied unprotected sex, angst, ambiguous ending

A/N: this for the Made up Fic challenge - send me an ask with a made up fic title or prompt and I'll write a drabble/ficlet

A/N 2: in my head the male character is a Winchester, but, I've left it ambiguous enough that you may insert whoever tickles your fancy ❤️

A/N 3: HEY LOOK I WROTE SOMETHING!

You started using each other years ago. He'd help you through your heat and you’d help him through his rut. It was easier that way; safer too, until one of you found a mate. But then you'd caught feelings and now you were in a cycle of knowing that he couldn't–or wouldn't–ever feel the same and the undeniable pull that kept you from moving on with your life.

He'd leave in the middle of the night like he always did after his knot'd gone down and he could slip away without disturbing you, not knowing the ache you felt when you woke alone the next morning.

You were smarter than this. Smart enough to know that there was no way that this wasn't going to end with heartache and hopes of ‘this time will be different’.

You told him it was the last time; that you'd never find a mate if he didn't let you try, especially since he had no intention of claiming you himself. He told you that you deserved better than him, even after you assured him that he was all you ever wanted. He fucked you long and hard that night, as if he wanted to make sure you'd never forget.

He stayed with you longer than he ever had before, the sudden emptiness of the bed waking you from your slumber as the morning rays slipped through the blinds. He hadn't been gone long you determined from the slight warmth still on the other side of the bed but all other signs of him were gone except for a note on your counter: I'll always love you, written in his handwriting and the pup in your belly that you learn about a few weeks later.

You'd see him again, you were sure of it.

[nuemanfilms]

— god, i need sam so bad right now,

thinking of him fucking his girl into oblivion because she just wouldn’t stop talking about this cheap show while he was trying to research.

you were so needy for him though! Your pussy was so wet just thinking about his fingers buried deep inside of you. The way he was so delicate when he wrote notes down on the piece of paper he was provided for research. His fingers were so much better than your own.

“fuck, i told you..” he grunts, his hips snapping roughly against yours. “Told you not to bother me, but this pretty pussy couldn’t wait huh? Needed a pounding from me? You need a lesson, huh, baby?” he’s taunting you now.

he wanted you gushing around his cock, and that, that he got. But oh, he wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t stopping until there was sense in that pretty little head.

[figthoughts]

random sam and dean headcanons *ೃ༄

⭑ sam winchester has an emotional support water bottle. probably one of the big 2L ones. dean often threatens to hit him with it.

⭑ dean winchester hates the taste of toothpaste. but loves peppermint gum. sam prefers spearmint.

⭑ dean winchester uses his brother’s toothbrush from time to time. he doesn’t care. but sam does. a lot.

⭑ sam winchester prefers his hair long because he likes the motion of tucking it behind his ears.

⭑ dean winchester once tried wearing eyeliner. john winchester hated it.

⭑ sam winchester has never smoked a cigarette.

⭑ sam and dean winchester are both right-handed, although both ambidextrous when it comes to handling weaponry. dean sometimes wishes he was left-handed.

⭑ dean winchester thinks his nose is funny-looking. it’s the first thing he sees in the mirror.

⭑ sam winchester loves tofu. dean hates it with a fiery passion.

⭑ dean winchester never replaces the toilet paper when he finishes the roll.

⭑ sam winchester used to collect bugs as a kid. his favourite bug is still a stick insect.

⭑ dean winchester hates beanies.

⭑ sam winchester often absentmindedly cracks his fingers. dean tells him it’s disgusting, that it’s unnatural.

⭑ sam winchester was going to get a tattoo during his time at stanford, but decided against it when he saw the needle.

⭑ dean winchester likes people laying on top of him.

A/N: these are the most stupid and random headcanons i could come up with LOL i love making stupid posts like this

[castiwls]

i think he knows - s.w

Paring; sam x reader

Prompt; 'He got that boyish look that i like in a man'

Requested; anonymous

Notes; Im not entirely happy with this one tbh and ill probs rewrite it when I've cleard my inbox tbh requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

You’d never been someone who jumped into relationships. You preferred to take things slow and get to know the person before jumping into a relationship with them. You’d dealt with your fair share of heartbreak over your life and had learnt a long time ago that jumping into a relationship was never a good idea.

Yet all that had been thrown away the moment Sam Winchester had walked into your life. You’d been taken immediately by the man and found yourself falling fast and hard. Lucky for you he’d seemed to share the same sentiments you had and your relationship had quickly evolved.

A small groan pulled your attention away from your thoughts and back to the man lying beside you. You turned your head smiling slightly as you noticed his tousled hair from sleep. “Morning.” You leaned down to gently press a kiss to his lips.

Sam smiled. “Morning.” 

He was quiet for a moment before a small smirk grew on his lips. You narrowed your eyes. “What are you planning?” You knew him well enough to know that grin meant he was plotting something. “Oh, nothing.” He shook his head, staring innocently at you. You hummed slightly sitting up in the bed, stretching your arms out in front of you. 

Just as you were about to move your legs off the bed you felt an arm snake around your waist. A yelp escaped you as Sam pulled you back against his chest. “Sam!” You turned your head to face him. He laughed, grinning down at you before loosening his grip enough for you to turn to face him.

One of the things that first attracted you to the youngest Winchester was the way he seemed to be able to still have his boyish charm while also being mature enough to handle a proper relationship.  

His hand moved to push a piece of hair from your face before he cupped your cheek. “I love you.” His other hand rubbed circles against your waist as he smiled softly at you. “I love you too.” 

Sam stared down at you as if you were the most important thing in the world. Ever since the moment he’d met you, he’d been absolutely taken by you. He’d become obsessed with the idea of you and the idea of being able to love you. 

And it seemed like for once the world was on his side. As he lay beside you he felt as if he was the luckiest man in the world. And you felt the exact same. 

You frowned feeling one of his hands slowly creep up the side of your chest slowly. You watched his hand for a moment before opening your mouth to ask him what he was doing. Just as you opened your mouth he quickly turned his touches from feather light. You squealed pushing at his hand.

“Sam. Stah-stop.” You kicked out your legs slightly feeling his grip only tighten on you. He smiled shaking his head. “I’m good.” His hand moved slightly higher to your arms which only made you thrash more. 

Your breaths came out in pants as he finally let up. You lay back against the pillow as you caught your breath, after a moment you turned your head back to look at the man beside you. 

You’d both hit the jackpot and you both knew it.

[pinkiebieberpie]

i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮

supernatural masterlist

[imaginesupernaturalig]

You close the door and wonder what that was about. These two agents showed up and asked you the strangest questions about your neighbor. You'd not known her that well but told them what you could. I mean, after all, they were the law, and what could it hurt. But when they asked about smelling sulfur.... I answered but was very confused by it.

Of corse, having to take a breath once they were outside because they were two of the hottest guys you'd seen. So you needed a minute.

You peaked out the window when you heard a loud engine roar to life and wondered if that was company issued.

THE END