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Watched this the other day and all I can think of is that back slap kinda sounded like an ass slap like I can just imagine jensen slapping Jared's ass in this serious moment

they shouldve tenderly kissed here

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My lord why is priest!Sam so hot?? I cannot stop staring at him in 12x4. Before now I would have sworn that I don't have a priest kink but on him? Bless me father...

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Supernatural S1E02 Wendigo

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How it feels watching this show sometimes

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¡Motel nights and Gas station stops with the Winchesters!

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I forgot I had Tumbler, Heres some Cat-stiel to make up for that. 🐾🩵💚

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The hunters all gather for a monster themed jeopardy night, Sam winchest walks in and you just hear a deep sigh throughout the room

i know for a fact sam winchester could win like 9 jeopardy games EASY

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I wanna kiss sams little face

Supernatural S3E01 The Magnificent Seven

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All of my other work is available on Ao3, including series and other fandoms (you will need a free account to view, my username is the same). Please contact me if you’re looking for something specific and can’t find it, I lost a lot of fics in the 2018 Purge so I may have them somewhere in my backups!

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

The Worst Part Is The Clean Up - Shameless porn with very little in the way of plot and a lot of frosting (Dean Winchester x female!reader - 855 words - smut/fluff)

Hello Nurse - Someone’s gotta go undercover as a nurse, and for once, it’s not the reader drawing the short straw (Dean Winchester x female!reader - 1484 words - fluff/smut)

It’s Only Fair - The tables have turned and if Dean said he wasn’t nervous, he’d be lying (Dean Winchester x female!reader - 1319 words - fluff/smut)

Cold As Ice -  It’s too hot but Dean’s got a few ideas on how to cool you down (Dean Winchester x female!reader - 1090 words - smut)

The Truth -  Y/N is a detective with nothing but her career. An intense case and a surprise ending lead her to an encounter she didn’t realize she needed (Dean Winchester x female!cop!reader - 4909 words - smut/fluff/angst)

Reparations -  Dean forgets something important and has to find a way to make it up to you (Dean Winchester x female!reader - 3871 words - fluff/smut)

Waves -  You and Dean take an opportunity for some “we” time (Dean Winchester x female!reader - 1801 words - fluff/smut)

Lucky Girl - Y/N has a dilemma to solve, but lucky for her, she’s got a very handy Alpha to help out (Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Omega!reader, referenced Saileen - 3025 words - A/B/O/fluff/smut)

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Fire Country | meet Camden Casey

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Dean

Sam

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WHY DID THEY STOP DRESSING THEM IN CUTE LITTLE OUTFITS WHERE ARE THE WORN OUT JACKETS AND DIRTY JEANS I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT FLANNELS BRING BACK THE STUPID OVERSIZED LEATHER JACKET BRING BACK THE BROWN CARHARTT ONE BRING BACK SAMS PUMAS AND THE PURPLE DOG TSHIRT WHY DOES DEAN WEAR A FITTED JACKET HE WOULD NEVER!

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Life for Rent - Masterlist

​Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Escort!Reader

Universe: AU

Summary: Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?

Rating: 18+

Warnings: No minors to read this please. Each chapter will heed it’s own individual warnings but I will mention now that it will be a slow burn fic and there will be smut, angst, gritty subjects, violence and more smut. So please be 18 + to read this…

Video trailer created by the wonderful @downanddirtydean​ <3

This series is complete!

Total Word Count:  161,417.

Main Masterlist

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Preview

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five  

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven    

Chapter Eight  

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten  

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen  

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One  

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six  

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty

Epilogue

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So glorious it has its own fanart.

Today I present to you: Sam Winchester’s Hair

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WET DREAMS || S.W

— You didn’t think Sam was the type to have a wet dream, but his heavy breaths and small whines against your neck said otherwise.

Summary; Unresolved tension that Sam and Fem!Reader are constantly teased for by the older Winchester finally gets resolved when Sam manages to have a wet dream while sharing a bed with her.

Content Warnings; Smut, piv, unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, Sweet and Dirty talk, Soft-Dom!Sam, Wet dream (obv), Mentions of Dean, mentions of sexual tension, heavy breeding kink, one bed trope, dry humping, cursing, creampie, pulling the panties to the side (yes!), Pet names (Sweetheart, Sweetgirl, Baby, Honey, etc.), praise + more!

A/N; 3 posts in a row? Woaaa. Also, please don’t spam my posts, shadowban exists. 1.4k words, proofread. 16+ advised.

xoxo, roro <3

After the hunt that you and the Winchesters were on, you were able to find some motel on the side of the road. It wasn’t fancy, but it was enough. You were all tired, so you didn’t bother arguing about separate beds.

You and Sam shared one bed, while Dean snored in the other room.

It was amazing, nothing really happened to piss you or Sam off and Dean not being in the same motel room to interrupt with his constant snores and sleep talk.

Your back pressed against Sam’s front. His arm stretched across your waist as he held you firmly against him. It wasn’t like Sam snored or anything, that wasn’t why you couldn’t sleep.

You couldn’t sleep because you could feel his arousal pressing against your ass.

His hips shifted, his 6’4 frame was enough to prevent you from moving especially with your small frame.

You and Sam weren’t exactly established, but you weren’t exactly friends either. Dean always teased you both about the clear tension whenever you were in the same room mere inches away from each other. The older one even noticed the glances you sent his younger brother. And he definitely saw how Sam’s tone and demeanor changed whenever Dean cracked a not funny joke or a flirtatious comment. Sam’s eyes trailing down your figure didn’t go unnoticed by you nor Dean either despite him thinking he was slick (but when was he ever).

Sam’s hips unconsciously grinded up against you, sending a shiver up your spine along with a rush of arousal to your core. You didn’t think Sam was the type to have a wet dream, but his heavy breaths and small whines against your neck said otherwise.

He was letting out incoherent mumbles while his hips continued to push up against yours. His hand tightened on your waist.

The man was still sound asleep.

You tried to be quiet, but who could be quiet when the man you’ve been wanting for years was dry-humping you in your shared bed?

You bit your lip, trying to contain a small noise from slipping past your lips. It didn’t last forever though when he let out a groan after he bucked his hips up particularly hard against you.

You let out a small whimper, and he stirred slightly. His lips parted as his eyes opened slowly. He didn’t realize he was pressed that closely against you until he looked down to where his crotch was pressed directly against your rear end.

“Shit, I’m so sorry-“ He was cut off with a groan when your own hips grinded against his. He was half awake, and he didn’t process the fact that his brother was in the next room. It’s not like you did either though.

“Sweetheart, what- what are you doing?” He gritted out through his teeth. You let out a soft whine in response. Sam could feel his length throb inside of his jeans that he wore to bed despite you wearing your panties and your shirt.

“Sam… please,” You pleaded, he let out a heavy breath again. On one hand, this was probably a bad idea knowing that you both had to leave for another case by morning with his brother in the car. On the other, he was fucking aching for you.

The logical part of his brain shut down when he heard your plea.

“I- uhm… okay, I got you- I’ve got you, honey…” He reassured, “Lift your hips,” He instructed, moving his hands down to unbutton his jeans. He discarded his belt earlier that night. When you did as he asked, his hand slid down from your waist to cup your heat through your soaked panties.

“Fuck, baby… you’re this worked up?” He groaned, his middle finger sliding against your clothed folds. He was collecting wetness through your panties.

You let out a hum in response. His hands tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough for him to be able to pull his cock out.

Sam knew you both wouldn’t have time to get changed in the morning, so he slid your panties to the side. Earning a whine from you as your pussy was exposed to the cold air of the motel room. He aligned himself up with your entrance, his lips covered your jawline with kisses as he carefully pushed inside of you. Your lips parted to let out a moan but Sam pressed his own against yours before you could.

When he finally sheathed himself fully inside of your cunt, he began to whisper praises against your lips. Cooing to you how well you were taking him, “Hey, hey… see? Taking it so well, you gotta loosen up f’ me, baby, hm? Can’t give you what you need if you don’t.” He reminded, his fingers snuck down to your clit. Sliding his fingers beneath your ruined fabric, rubbing at the bud to relax you further around him.

God, you were fucking tight. You were dripping as well, god, why hadn’t he done this sooner?

Y-You can move… please?” You whispered, he pressed a kiss to your lips one last time before he rolled his hips experimentally to see how you’d react. He felt your fingers tangle in his hair as you let out a gasp against his lips.

When he started up a pace, your mewls and moans filled the otherwise silent motel room. Everytime he moved, he filled you to the hilt continuously. Reaching that sweet spot so easily as if he knew where it was by memory. His index and middle finger continued to rub at your pearl, you stretched perfectly around him… even better than he imagined or could’ve dreamed of.

“God, Baby… taking me so well, huh? So small and you’re taking me like a good girl— jesus… you fuckin’ love me stretching you wide, don’t you, Sweet girl?” His tone was soft despite his vulgar words and his movements. You swore you could feel him in your guts.

Which proved to be right when his free hand pressed down on the head of his cock inside of you. You gasped even louder and he had a smirk on his lips.

“So deep- mm, Sammy…” You sounded so needy, and he clearly was getting his ego fueled. He loved how you dumbly told him how much you loved him inside of you, how your brain was turning to mush with his hands roaming your body and his cock hitting spots so deep inside of you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, you feel me, huh? Feel my dick inside this pretty little tummy? So small… filling you up in all the right ways, aren’t I, Sweetheart?” He groaned when he felt your cunt squeeze him, signaling that you clearly loved the way he spoke to you. Also that you were close. He could tell that you were anyways though, based on how your whimpers became more frequent.

The combination of his fingers, his cock, his words spilling in your ear, and how his hand pressed on the bulge in your stomach had you feeling euphoric.

“So close, so close- God…” You moaned, his hips began to stutter yet still kept a steady rhythm. He was close too, his length twitched inside of you.

“Come inside of me, Sam… need your fucking babies in me, get me all nice and full—“ You were cut off with a cry when his hips bucked hard enough to make you fall apart. The knot had already broken inside of you just from that single thrust. And by the way you tightened around Sam’s dick had him groaning against your neck.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Me fucking my cum inside this ruined cunt of yours, huh? Don’t worry… gonna fill you up so good you’ll feel me for days. Gonna fuckin’ breed this cunt- get it all nice and full of me.” He was more vocal now just at the thought of filling you up. The thought of marking you in more ways than one. His hips stuttered before he stilled, a moan leaving his lips when he came inside of you.

He managed a few more weak thrusts before he stilled completely, overstimulation taking over you both. Your thighs were coated with arousal, your panties were completely ruined now, but that’s not what you both focused on. His lips kissed your jaw a few more times before he drew away from you, tucking himself back in his boxers before he pulled up your panties.

“Did so good for me, Angel.” He praised, pulling you into his embrace as your breathing came to be even. You were both completely spent.

His words held truth to them, you were certain you’d feel him for days.