#Samxreader

[novafics]

l Spinning Out l

Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: sickfic, Sick reader, Worried Sam.

Summary: You were undoubtedly sick but the hunt must go on, right?

Word Count: 750

Masterlist

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Currently you were deep into a werewolf hunt with Sam and Dean, trying to hide how awful you felt. You never got sick, so for you to call out of a hunt would just not be acceptable in your eyes. You were sure that if you kept going and fighting through you would be perfectly fine by the end of it and no one would be the wiser. How wrong you were.

Sam had managed to track down the rogue werewolf you guys were hunting and so all three of you were in the Impala on route to the destination. Hiding how you were feeling on the inside was a piece of cake for you, however hiding how you looked was not so easy. You were currently taking shallow breaths sitting in the back of the car with your head resting on the window relishing in its cooling sensation on your feverish forehead. 

“Hey baby are you doing ok? You're a little quite” you heard Sam say from the front seat. “Yeah you're normally talking my ear off on all the cool lore facts you know, why so quiet?” Ok so Sam asking if you were ok was one thing, as your boyfriend it was his literal job to worry about you, However if Dean noticed that you were acting off it was another thing, you were starting to let your mask fall with how sick you were really feeling, yet you were determined to keep your composure and not let anything slip. “Yeah I'm fine, just a little warm is all” you replied, Sam and Dean seemed to accept this answer as they turned their eyes back to the road, though you could tell that Sam wasn't all that convinced as you didn't fail to spot his worried glances in the mirror.

It didn't take much longer to reach your destination and soon you were all hopping out of the car ready to kill this werewolf. As you exited the Impala you were quick to realise just how weak you were, your legs could only just hold your full weight and your vision was starting to falter and make you off balance, yet you were determined to get this hunt finished.

You all made your way deep into the woods and the werewolves cabin soon came into view. ‘Not much longer now’ you told yourself, feeling worse by the minute. As you got closer to the cabin it seemed that you all had spooked the werewolf and he took off running deeper into the woods, You, Dean and Sam not far behind running after him.

By this point however you had gotten worse and worse and not even 5 minutes into sprinting after the guy had you falling over heaving for breath lying on the ground while your vision had you spinning out.

“Oh shit Baby? Baby? Please answer me, are you ok?” you heard Sam yell, hovering above you, holding your face in his hands. “I knew you weren't ok, You have such a high fever why didn't you tell us?” he asked. At this point Dean had managed to catch up to the werewolf and successfully kill him so you guys didn't have to worry about him taking you all out while you were still lying there trying to stay conscious. 

“Damn [Y/N] you look like shit” Dean’s assessment was correct and so Sam decided enough was enough and hoisted you up into his arms settling you into the car with your head in his lap while he held you.

At this point while you looked up from his lap gazing at the worried expression on his face, you felt guilt course through you knowing that if you just told them he wouldn't be looking so sad. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to mess up the hunt” you apologise while tears rolled down your face, both from the extreme guilt you had for making him worry and how shitty you were feeling.

“ I don't ever want to hear you apologise for being sick, you hear me? I know how much you didn't want to let us down sweetheart” at knowing that he wasn't mad or upset anymore the tears slowly stopped and the remaining tears on your cheek were quickly wiped away by Sam with a kiss on your forehead making you smile.

“And hey since you're sick you can have a piece of Dean’s pie” you heard him whisper in your ear making you laugh.

[maribricklove]

Trapped Under Ice – Part eight

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned),

Summary: Imagine being an old hunting friend of Sam’s (and something more) from before he went to college that he thought was dead, and while coincidentally working on the same case you were, you run into each other again. Astonished to see you after almost twenty years, Sam tries to figure out how you survived, but you don’t want to relive the pain and terror of how you were separated.

Word Count: 949

Warnings: Implied PTSD (No disrespect to people with PTSD. Just something for the character), fluff, angst, eventual blood, gore, death, mild swearing.

Prompt: None

Disclaimers: I do not own anything from CW,  Warner Brother’s, any of the photos in this collage, or you. This is a work of pure fiction -obviously.

Sam’s POV

The second I opened my eyes, I was blinded from the light peering through the window. I half expected to hear Dean's snoring, but it was quiet. I felt something move under my arm, and I realized there was someone else in the bed.

“Wait. No. It wasn’t a dream. She’s really here. Holy shit. Y/n’s really here, and I’m holding her in my arms.”

The way her hair caresses her shoulders is mesmerizing. Her slow breathing  under my embrace, enchanting. The way the sun hits her y/h/c brightens her face. She seems much more peaceful than when she had that nightmare earlier this morning. The scar on her arm stands out to me. “Damn. That must have hurt,” I said to myself. I got lost in thought for a second before I heard a voice say, “It did.”

She startled me. I thought she was still asleep. “It hurt like a bitch for months,” she continued. “What time is it?”

“Uh…” I looked at the bedside clock “Almost 8.”

“Ah, crap.”  She slipped out from under the covers and started walking to the bathroom.

“What’s up?” I asked, thinking she might have forgotten about something.

“Nothing,” she replied, waving a hand as she walked into the bathroom, closing the door.

“O-okay.” I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen sink, and grabbed a glass of water. “That was weird.”

As I walked back to the bed to grab my pants, Y/n walked out of the bathroom with her hair up and her shirt off, wiping her face with it. As she finished and opened her eyes, she saw me and jumped. “Oh, Jesus!” she exclaimed. She held her shirt to her chest, panting. “I’m sorry. I forgot you were here.”

“Are you okay? You seem really jumpy. Was it because I cuddled you in my  sleep?”

“What? No, Sam. I-I mean, that was a little odd to wake up like that, but it wasn’t bad.” She said. “I just have a routine in the mornings, and I have things I need to do, and I usually am up and moving around 6:30, so I had to jump out of bed.”

She looked nervous, like she was hiding something. She did that thing where she rubbed her hands together. “No, no. It’s okay,” I replied. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spook you like that. I’m uh… I’m not used to girls hopping out of bed like that.” She gave me a quizzical look. “I mean, I don’t sleep around a lot. Dean used to do that. I haven’t been with as many girls as he has. I just- What I’m trying to say is, if you’re worried about something, you don’t have to hide it from me.”

That seemed to calm her down a bit. “You don’t have to explain anything, Sam. I haven’t slept with a guy since,” she paused, “ well, since 2007? I think. And we technically didn’t even sleep together, we just shared a bed, you know, because you were being nice, and”

“Yeah,” I stammered.

“And I do appreciate it. I did sleep well,” said calmly as her hands dropped down from her chest to her stomach. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve slept that well, even for a few hours.”

“Yeah, uh, no problem.” I said. “ I know what it’s like, with nightmares. Trust me, I’ve had a few myself over the years.”

“Yeah, what hunter hasn’t?” she quipped with a chuckle. She’s starting to come out of her shell.

“Look, um,” I started, “if you ever want to talk, I’m here. I know sometimes it helps, if you just get it off your chest.”

“Thanks, Sam,” she said rather quickly, “ but I’m okay. Really.” As she was nodding her head, I couldn’t help but notice that the scar on her arm was right next to her chest, where she was wearing nothing but her sports bra. “Look, Dean’s probably curious about where you’re at. You should probably head on over there, and we can grab some breakfast later.”

“Yeah. Yeah, uh, good idea.”

READER’S POV

Sam left my room, and I laid back down on the bed, his scent lingering on the sheets.

“Goddammit. Why did I have to tell him I only slept with one guy in the last 15 years? What the hell was that? Talk about cringey info-dump.” I looked up and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. There was a text from Dean.

“Off to get breakfast. I’ll be back in 30.” Timed 13 minutes ago.

“Okay, Y/L/N. Time to get into gear. Gotta figure out who this Okuri-inu is, gotta put on a brave face, and face down another day.” I told myself. Sam hadn’t come back yet. Probably grabbing a change of clothes. “Probably should change my clothes.”

“Why was Sam asking me if I was okay? It’s not like he still cares about me like that. Does he? No, he couldn’t. You heard him. He’s been with other girls. Probably met some cute girl in college that swept him off his feet and made him feel like he could do anything and everything.”

I could still taste the bathroom tap water on my the back of my tongue. I had to do it fast. If I stepped out of my routine too much, it could really screw with me.

Should I tell Sam what’s going on with me? Should I tell him where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing for the last 20 years? There’s no way he could save me from what I’ve been fighting with since that day. The monster in my head.

Chapter 9

[supernaturalfreewill]

Happy Flashback Friday!

“Hello, dove,” Crowley said to you as he suddenly appeared, glass of Scotch in hand. “Oh hello, Crowley,” you said. You really weren’t in the mood to deal with the King of Hell at the moment. “I’ll be in my room,” you said to Sam, gathering up your books and papers and breezing past Crowley, even as you felt his eyes follow you the whole way. “Was it something I said?” Crowley asked after you had disappeared around the corner. “So I get ‘moose’ and Y/N gets ‘dove’?” “Yes, moose. Y/N is far more attractive and intriguing than your lumbering self,” Crowley said without missing a beat. He took a sip of Scotch. “I do hope your new side-kick will be sticking around,” he said, using his free hand to run the scarf you had left behind over the back of your chair through his fingers. Sam watched the action and and could feel his patience wearing thin. “Go away, Crowley. And leave Y/N alone.”

“Oooh. I’ve got goosebumps, moose,” Crowley said, unphased by Sam’s annoyance.  “I sincerely doubt that Y/N is interested in the King of Hell,” Sam said.

Crowley raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I see. The moose has feelings. Well, good luck. If Y/N goes for awkward small talk, disturbingly co-dependent relationships between brothers, emotional whining, and puppy dog eyes then you have it in the bag.” Sam glared at Crowley and did his best to ignore the fire blooming in his chest. “Get out.”

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Warning: my content may include heavy themes, violence, substance use or smut, all warnings are specified in the story post

Smut is indicated by a ×

Implied smut indicated by a *

Dean Winchester

Oneshots

Crawl Home to Her - Dean's POV, Dean thinks back on the times he died but found his way home to kiss you

* Fight for Love - A fight between you and Dean leads to some unintended truth slipping out, maybe that's not a bad thing

Low Battery - When your social battery is drained after visiting with family, you go to the one person who can fix it

Girl's Night - Jody and Donna ask you for help on a hunt and you all get drunk and call your boyfriend while you're away

Hold Me Together - You're having a hard time trying to hold it together after Bobby's death, but Dean's there to pick up the pieces

× Satin and Denim - You spend some much needed "quality time" with Dean when he come back after being gone on a hunt

× If I Catch You - Dean chasing you through the halls of the bunker in a ghostface mask, what more do you need

Cassette Tape - The story of a gifted cassette tape over the course of you and Dean's relationship

× Hotel Pool - You and Dean enjoy the luxuries of a real hotel, which includes having some fun in the pool and the comfortable beds

Drabbles

4th of July - A 4th of july campfire gets a get a little steamy after everyone goes to bed

* Happy Birthday Dean - Waking Dean up on his b-day for a bj

Lost with You - Getting caught in a storm with your sweet boyfriend

Pretty Green Eyes- I Mean Ties - You find a little present for Dean

Heavier - Dean's reaction to a fem!reader that's a metalhead

Morning After - You're feeling a lot of feels the morning after you and Dean admit your feelings for each other

Astrology Breakdowns

Dean Winchester

*I write mostly DeanxReader(romantic) and SamxReader(platonic) fics, feel free to send a request, a prompt or ask a question

** do not plagiarize or republish my work, I will find you

[lila-lou]

Teaser - The smarter Choice

(Coming soon) DeanxReader/SamxReader

The pull between Dean and you was magnetic, impossible to ignore, no matter how hard you both tried to fight it.

It started small—innocent, almost.

A lingering glance across the room, the brush of his hand against yours, the low rumble of his voice as he teased you in that way only Dean could. But underneath it all was an electric charge, an unspoken tension that tightened every time you were near him.

Dean was everything you shouldn’t want—rough around the edges, impulsive, a little reckless—but it was precisely those things that made him irresistible. The way he moved, the confidence in his walk, the teasing lilt in his voice that made your stomach twist in knots. And then there were his eyes—so green and so piercing, watching you with an intensity that made your skin heat and your breath catch.

Every touch felt like a spark, every word a match threatening to ignite the fire you were both trying to deny. The weight of his presence made you dizzy, the low timbre of his voice setting your pulse racing. Even when he was teasing, there was always something else in his tone—a hunger, a need that mirrored your own, no matter how much you tried to suppress it.

The guilt was there too, a shadow in the background. Sam was kind, gentle, steady—the kind of man you told yourself you should want.

But with Dean, it wasn’t about logic.

It was visceral, raw, something primal that tugged at you, pulling you closer even when every rational part of your brain screamed to walk away.

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Well, a new multi-part story is on the way and it contains my favorite smut so far 🙈

I hope you guys will like it!

Love, Lou 💙

[holylulusworld]

I finally found the story again! I loved it when I first joined Tumblr. It's a sexy masterpiece. Thank you for sharing.

Linger (NSFW)

Summary: After reluctantly going to your colleague’s masseuse, you meet Sam, the man with the magic fingers. But as time goes on, you find out exactly what’s behind that “magic”.

Pairing: Incubus!Samxreader, Dean

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, over stimulation

Word count: 3500+

A/N: So instead of posting Gadreel first I’m somehow posting Sam first. Don’t even ask man I don’t know either bahaha. Also, over protective Dean is the best Dean if you ask me. Enjoy folks! p.s. writing consensual incubi sex is literally the hardest shit in the world bahaha

Eternity squad: (my memory is great..ish) @mrswhozeewhatsis @beriala @busybee612  @kittenofdoomage @aprofoundbondwithdean @ign-is @icantthinkofaname-oops  

This is a bad idea.

You hold the card up, chewing your lip as you flick your eyes up to the building. Some of the letters are faded off of the sign, but you can still make out ‘Winchester’ from it all. You turn to leave, pausing when a shooting pain spikes up your lower back, almost making you topple over. Back pain is basically in the job description of a desk job.

This is, still, a bad idea.

Private masseuse? Kevin couldn’t be trusted with this crap – he’s always handing you over to his clients, most of the time they’re working out of their garages! But damn it, your back is killing you and it couldn’t hurt to try. You pause, frowning. Maybe it could hurt to try, maybe she’d make your back feel even worse. You shake the thoughts away as you walk into the building, smiling at the tiny girl behind the counter.

“Hello,” you say. She keeps typing away on her computer, glancing up at you with a soft smile. “A colleague set up an appointment for me –”

“Who’s the name under?” she says through her clenched teeth.

“Tran…maybe? I think he –”

“Kevin Tran, for his regular, he gave it to you?” she mumbles, typing something into the computer. You watch her fingers dart over the keyboard, almost getting dizzy by her quick typing. “Mary isn’t in, do you want Sam or John?” she asks. You stare at her blankly, shaking your head profusely.

“Uh..no offense, but I don’t want some dude rubbing on me,” you say, whirling around when hearty laughter sounds. You suck in a breath as a tall man approaches you. His smile is far more inviting than hers. He brushes his hair out of his face with one hand, tapping the woman’s computer with the other.

Weiterlesen

[nightxcreature]

20

Summary: Reader relaxes while Dean is away.

Warnings: Panic attack, Death, Grief, Angst

Pairing: DeanxReader, SamxReader (platonic)

A/N: I’m so sorry. 😬 I love you.

Written quickly, edited poorly. You don’t have permission to copy my work, so don’t. 18+ only.

Yellow light cascaded across the room from the lamp beside me leaving a faint film across the pages of the book in my hands. I’d had the bunker to myself this weekend while Sam and Dean went on a quick hunt not too far from home, and I was taking full advantage of the silence. Miracle was curled up at my feet mouthing a squeaky bear and enjoying our lazy day. After the busy few weeks we’ve had, a little reprieve with man’s best friend in the library was much needed as the next several weeks would be even busier. Dean had planned a roadtrip to celebrate this hunt, our bags packed and ready to go by our bedroom door. Excitement and exhaustion were imminent and I knew this moment of peace would be required to make it through whatever plans my lover had made.

I smiled softly at the thought of Dean and the life we would have after this. He’d never been one for marriage or kids or the Apple-pie life, but the moment Chuck was gone I knew something had changed for him.

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The door to our shared bedroom was open as I worked making the stomp of Deans heavy boots reach my ears before he reached the doorway.

“Hey,” He calls as he steps inside, placing a kiss to my temple and dropping a few papers onto the desk in front of me.

“What’s this?” I’d asked, smirking up at him as I lifted the packet to my eyes. The question hung in the air for a moment as I read over the papers before me, “An application for the fire department, and…” My head jerks back slightly in surprise as I read over the next page, “You wanna buy a house? Like white picket fence-barefoot and pregnant-with a dog-buy a house?”

“Uh, It doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want it to. I just-you know, I’ve always wanted to be a firefighter, and, I’ll need a job. Plus, we can’t always live here so I- uh, I just thought maybe you’d like to move in with me. Like…our own place.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, an adorable sheepish smile on his face, “We can talk about the barefoot and pregnant part later.”

My eyes widened a bit as I took in his response. Leaning back in the chair I placed my pen against my lips and grinned, “So, a house and my own personal Magic Mike?”

He’d rolled his eyes, a smirk pulling at the edge of his lips as he nodded, “Yeah, but only if you want.”

I’d dropped the pen in my hand quickly and jumped up to kiss his lips. His hands immediately finding my waist and pulling me closer, our hips slamming against one another as he dug his fingers into my skin. My hands were covering his blush-stained cheeks, pulling his face into mine harshly. When we broke apart grinning, he’d chuckled softly. “So, is that a yes?” He’d asked, breathlessly.

“Absolutely.” I mumbled, placing my lips over his again and quickly finding myself underneath him.

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My train of thought is abruptly broken by the steel door slamming open at the top of the stairs and Miracle whining at my feet. I duck my head to see which brother comes down first when Sam stops short of the last step. I close my book as I watch him there, his hands in his pockets and his head bowed low.

“Hey, Sammy. You okay?” I ask as I stand, worry building in my veins. He doesn’t speak as I reach him, doesn’t raise his head or acknowledge me in anyway until I place a hand on his arm, “Sam, look at me.”

Slowly he raises his head, tears falling down his red and swollen face, “I’m so sorry.” He whispers out, “I’m so, so sorry.” He collapsed into my arms, heavy sobs leaving his body. I wrap my arms tightly around him, pulling him to stand as best I can before wracking my brain for whatever could cause him to go into such a….

Suddenly the world goes deathly still, only the sound of my heartbeat and Sam’s broken sobs reach my ears. My chest is heaving and the world is spinning and I can’t seem to form a coherent thought when I raise my trembling hands to push him off of me. Pointing a single shaking finger in his direction.

“No.” I whisper quietly, “Sam, no.”

“I’m so sorry.” He mutters again, devastation covering his face, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.” I snap, “Stop it!”

My feet are moving before I register that I’m halfway up the stairs, the steel door the only barrier between me and what lies ahead. I sling it open, half expecting to see Dean standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face and saying “Gotcha!”, but I’m met with nothing. I push my way through the bunker, Sam following quickly behind me, practically begging me to turn around, but I can’t stop my feet. I can’t stop the need to see him.

I fling open the garage door and am met with the sight of Baby parked in her usual spot. I stop short of the drivers door, already able to see the white cloth covering the backseat.

“Is that…” I choke out.

“Yeah.”

Neither of us speak for a moment, the silence deafening between us. I take several slow steps closer, my mind and heart at war as I reach up to open the back door. I place my hand on his head, taking a deep breath as I push the sheet down to see his face. A sob racks through me and I drop to my knees, cradling his head in my hands. His eyes are closed, his face a picture of peace that I’d never seen before. I would believe he’s sleeping if I didn’t know any better. The dark freckles that scattered his face are pale, his lips ashen, all signs of the life my love lived have long since left. I stroke my thumb across his cold cheek and place my lips to his forehead as I cry.

“You ass.” I whisper against his skin, “We had plans. What am I supposed to do now?”

The tears falling from my eyes find themselves on his own face, covering his cheeks as if, even in death, he’s crying with me; Mourning the life we could’ve had…The life we should’ve had.

“This isn’t supposed to happen now.” I mumble, shaking his limp shoulders, “Chucks dead! You’re supposed to be happy. We’re supposed to be happy, Dean! Wake up! Please, Wake up! This isn’t real. This isn’t real!”

My eyes suddenly snap open, the light from our bedside lamp igniting the green orbs in front of me. Dean’s face full of worry as his arms wrap protectively around me.

“Hey, hey. It isn’t real. Shh. It isn’t real, Baby.” He whispers, rocking me back and forth as I cry against his chest, “I’m right here. You’re safe, you’re fine.”

Hot tears coat my cheeks and I lift my head to see they’ve stained his shirt, “I’m-I’m sorry. I just-I can’t-I”

He reaches over and grabs one of my hands, placing it over his heart as he cups my face with his other, “Focus on my heart. I’m right here, you’re safe. This is real.”

I focus solely on his heart beating beneath my fingers, the panic subsiding but the tears coming quicker than ever, “I thought you were dead.” I whisper, “I dreamed it and it-it seemed so real.”

He wraps his big arms around my torso and pulls me into his lap as he leans against the headboard, “Not dead, yet. I couldn’t leave you like that, I promised you Magic Mike and a couple babies, didn’t I?” He teases, placing sweet kisses across my face as my breathing slows, “Can’t get rid of me until I hold up my end of the bargain.”

I smile and place my head in the crook of his neck as I tuck into his side, “I know. It just felt so real.”

He shakes his head slowly and pulls the blankets up our bodies to rid us of the bunkers chill, “I ain’t leaving ya anytime soon.” He whispers, kissing the top of my head and sliding down so we’re laying on the mattress again, my head on his chest and his hand in my hair, “Well, after I take care of that Vamp nest with Sammy tomorrow.”

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[childofthegarden]

Blooming With Love

Pairings: SamxReader Word Count: 1,202 Warnings: None!❤️

The morning sun spills golden light over the backyard, casting soft shadows on the rich soil. The air is fresh, carrying the scent of damp earth and budding flowers. Sam kneels beside a small patch of land, his hands lightly dusted with dirt, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he watches his daughter examine a tiny sprout pushing its way through the soil.

“See that?” he murmurs, his voice gentle. “That’s the basil we planted last week. It’s finally waking up.” His daughter, no more than five years old, gasps in delight. Her curls bounce as she leans in closer, her little fingers hovering over the delicate green leaves. “It’s so small,” she whispers in awe.

Sam chuckles, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It won’t be for long,” he assures her. “With a little love, sunshine, and water, it’ll grow strong. Just like you.”

She beams at him before glancing at the small watering can beside her. “Can I give it a drink?”

“Of course,” Sam nods, watching as she carefully pours just enough water over the base of the plant. He’s taught her well—not too much, not too little. She’s been listening, absorbing every word like sunlight.

They move through the garden together, tending to each plant as he names them—tomatoes, lavender, rosemary, sunflowers that are just beginning to reach for the sky. Sam tells her stories about each one, his voice soft and steady, as if passing down a sacred tradition.

“Did you know,” he muses as he runs a hand over a tomato vine, “that plants can talk to each other? His daughter’s eyes widened. “No way!”

“Way,” he grins. “They send little signals through their roots, almost like whispering secrets underground. That’s why they grow better when they have friends nearby.”

She considers this for a moment before grabbing a small marigold from the tray of seedlings. “Then this one needs a friend,” she decides, carefully pressing it into the soil beside another flower.

Sam’s chest swells with pride as he watches her work, her tiny hands patting the dirt with careful precision. “You’re a natural, kiddo,” he says, ruffling her curls. She grins up at him. “Just like you, Daddy.”

And in that moment, as they sit side by side in the warmth of the morning sun, hands covered in soil and hearts full of love, Sam knows this—gardening isn’t just about growing plants.

It’s about growing together.

The days pass in a rhythm of sunlight, water, and patience. Every morning, before the world fully wakes, Sam and his daughter step outside, barefoot in the dewy grass, to check on their garden. It has become their ritual, their quiet time before the day begins.

One morning, as they kneel beside the sunflowers, his daughter lets out a gasp. “Daddy, look!” She points excitedly at the tallest stalk, where a bright yellow bloom has finally unfurled, its golden petals reaching for the sky.

Sam grins, brushing his hand over the rough stem. “Told you it would happen,” he murmurs. “Just needed time, bug.” His daughter stares up at the flower, wide-eyed. “It’s like it was sleeping, and now it woke up!”

He nods, amused by her wonder. “Exactly. Some things take longer to grow, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t getting stronger the whole time.” He glances down at her, his voice softening. “Kind of like you.” She turns to him, blinking curiously. “Like me?” Sam tucks a stray curl behind her ear. “Yeah, kiddo. You’re learning, growing, becoming you—just like these plants. And just like them, you don’t have to rush. Everything happens when it’s supposed to.” She considers his words for a moment, then smiles, hugging his arm. “I like growing with you, Daddy.”

His heart melts. He wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too, sweetheart.” That afternoon, they sat together on the porch, sipping lemonade and watching the garden sway in the breeze. Sam strums his guitar softly, plucking a melody that matches the warmth in his chest. His daughter hums along, swinging her legs, her fingers absentmindedly twisting a freshly picked marigold. As the sun begins to set, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges, she turns to him with a bright-eyed grin.

“Can we plant more flowers tomorrow?” she asks. Sam chuckles, ruffling her hair. “As many as you want, baby girl.” Because in this little garden, in the love they’ve nurtured between roots and petals, Sam knows he’s growing something far greater than plants.

He’s growing memories—ones that will bloom in his daughter’s heart forever.

You step outside, wiping your hands on a kitchen towel as you watch Sam and your daughter make their way back to the garden after their small break. The sight makes you pause—the two of them completely immersed in their own little world. Sam’s gentle waves are tousled by the breeze, his hands carefully guiding hers as they plant a new row of flowers. Your daughter is focused, her tiny hands pressing the soil with care, her lips pursed in determination. You smile, warmth filling your chest. This is what love looks like. “Hey, gardeners,” you call, stepping off the porch. “Making magic happen out here?” Sam glances up, his face breaking into that easy, familiar grin. “Always.”

Your daughter beams. “Mommy, look! We planted more flowers!” She scrambles to her feet, running toward you with dirt-streaked hands, and you laugh as she throws her arms around your waist. “I see that,” you say, brushing a smudge of soil from her cheek. “You’re turning this place into a whole jungle.” Sam stands, stretching his arms over his head before walking toward you. He’s got dirt on his jeans, a bit of soil dusting his forearm, but he’s never looked more at home. “She’s a natural,” he says proudly, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Takes after me, obviously.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Oh, of course.” Your daughter tugs your hand. “Mommy, you have to plant one too!” You laugh. “Oh, do I?” Sam nudges you toward the garden. “It’s the rule,” he teases. “You live here, you plant something.” Shaking your head but smiling, you kneel beside the flower bed as your daughter hands you a small marigold seedling. Sam crouches beside you, his hand resting lightly on your back as you dig a small hole.

“Right there,” he murmurs, his voice warm. You nestle the seedling into the soil, pressing the earth around it gently. Your daughter claps her hands in delight. “Now it’ll grow with all the others!” Sam watches you with soft eyes, something unspoken passing between you. You feel his fingers trace absentmindedly along your back, a silent I love you.

As the sun dips lower, casting everything in a golden glow, you realize that this—this—is the life you always dreamed of. A life filled with love, laughter, and the quiet magic of growing things together.

And as Sam leans in to kiss you, the scent of fresh earth and flowers around you, you know you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

a/n: hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this! I was thinking about creating a tag list. Would anyone be interested in that?

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i thought of one more (i'm sorry!): could i please request a teenage!winchesters and teenage!reader (samxreader as either crushes or bf/gf, sam and reader are like 13 and dean is 17) where reader is stuck with the brothers while her parents are hunting with john and reader is pmsing hard and sam is convinced that she's possessed by a demon and it's up to dean to give an awkward, impromptu facts of life lesson to the embarrassed reader and the embarrassed (but curious lol) sam?

Don't be sorry!! I'M sorry for not getting this out sooner!!!

Warnings: mention of menstruation, minor characters used, minor gore (with menstruation)

Word Count: 1.4k

Being the daughter of a hunter in debt to John Winchester, Y/N is frequently dragged from town to town and pawned off to the hands of a 17-year-old Dean Winchester while her dad helps John on a case. Y/N would protest this more if it weren't for the youngest Winchester, Sam, who she may have a little bit of a crush on. She'd never admit to it, but she usually looks forward to the time she gets to spend with him, even if it did mean being left out of the action of a hunt.

Today, however, is a different story, because Y/N is having a visit from what dad calls "shark week". When she first got it, she was terrified, and dad heard her screams from across the house. But all he ever said about it was that he wasn't expecting it so soon, and she was entering womanhood. When she asked if that meant she'd be able to go hunting with him, he laughed, and tossed a box of pads at her. "Absolutely not," he'd said.

Too consumed with rage, confusion, and this horrible twisting pain in her stomach, Y/N completely misses the look of excitement on Sam's face when she arrives. She angrily tosses her bag onto the floor by the door and immediately regrets it. She gives a curt goodbye to her dad and tries to shake away the weird feeling, but the more she tries to fight it, the worse it gets. She tries to take deep breaths the way her dad taught her until Sam interrupts. “Heya, Y/N! Dean and I were about to watch a show, you wanna join us?"

"No," she says flatly, surprising herself with her tone. She is unsure of what to call the emotions that bubble inside of her. It's like she wants to hug him after not seeing him for so long but punch him for not giving her any time to get settled. She isn't interested in watching anything when her stomach feels like it's being stabbed over and over by a million knives. She looks up just in time to see his face fall, and she's upset with herself for she'd just spoken to him. "'No, thank you', is what I meant to say, sorry," she says, plopping into the chair, wanting nothing more than to become invisible.

Sam shoots Dean a look of concern, but Dean just shrugs, saying, "chicks."

Shaking his head, Sam slowly and curiously approaches Y/N, studying her face carefully as he sits in the chair next to her. With a gentle shrug, he says, "that's okay, we can do something else," he suggests, still watching her face for anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't want to, Sam" she says, but her bottom lip quivers in regret. The words are coming out on their own as if her body, or this "Shark Week" has taken over her, leaving her without control of her own thoughts, emotions or words. She covers her face in an attempt to stifle the sobs that break out of her, and soon after she's laughing at the absurdity of it all. She takes a deep breath, and relaxes into the seat, "I'm sorry," she says, "again. We can watch TV."

Sam's eyebrows furrow as he looks to Dean, smiling away at the magazine, and then back to Y/N, "are you okay, Y/N?" he asks.

"Yes! Why does everyone keep asking me if I'm okay!" she growls, "first my dad, then John, now you!"

Sam is taken aback by this, and that's when he notices that her hand is held tightly on her stomach. Suddenly, it all makes sense. Sam is confident that this isn't Y/N, that Y/N is in there somewhere, fighting to be free from whatever demon is possessing her.

"Okay!" he says, hands held up to her, "it's just... you're not you today, is all," he frowns. She glares at him, and for a moment he swears her eyes flickered black! He gasps, jumping out of his seat, "Dean, can I talk to you outside, please?"

"Oh, jeeze, Sam. Relax, would ya?" Dean says without looking up from his magazine, "just give the girl some space."

"Dean," Sam whispers through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to him, "I don't think that's a girl anymore."

Y/N stands from her chair, "what did you just say?" she snarls.

Sam swallows hard, "no, it's just..." he looks at his brother for help, but all Dean can do is laugh. With a frown, Sam looks at Y/N again. There's definitely something different about her, an anger in her face that he's never seen before. He whispers something to Dean that Y/N can't hear.

Y/N crosses her arms, "hmm?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Dean laughs, but Sam hurries to grab a glass of holy water. With a shaky hand, he turns to approach Y/N.

"Woah! What the Hell do you plan on doing with that?" she asks, taking a few steps back.

"See, Dean! I told you!"

"You think I'm possessed?" she cries, and then the realization hits her. Maybe there is a demon that has possessed her body! Maybe that's why her dad dropped her off here, or why he gave her the pads in case she needed to contain the demon somehow. It would certainly explain why she doesn't feel like she can control herself or her emotions. Her face flushes, and her whole body gets hot. She rushes to the window to let in some fresh air, but before she could get to it, Sam dumps the water on her, drenching her face and hair.

"Woah woah woah," Dean says, jumping up to stand between Sam and Y/N.

"No! Dean, she could be a demon!" Sam shouts, his voice cracking.

"Sam, no, I promise she's not a demon." Dean turns to look at Y/N as she wipes the water and tears off her face. "Listen, uh, why don't you two sit down?" he sighs. He pops into the bathroom to grab a towel, and tosses it to Y/N, "here. There's a blanket over there, too, if you want it."

Y/N only nods, taking the towel to her face and hair.

Dean rubs his hand down his face and looks at the wide eyes of the two kids in front of him. Sam nervously shakes his knee, continually glancing at Y/N to make sure she doesn't try anything. Dean pulls a chair from the table and props it in front of Sam and Y/N.

He flips it around to use the back of it as an arm rest. Sitting down, his eyes bounce from Y/N's tearful, red face to Sam's, and he laughs when he sees how scared his little brother is. In a chuckle, he looks directly at Y/N and says, "our dads suck for not explaining this to either of you," his eyes move to Sam. He shakes his head again, thinking of how ridiculous it is that he has to be the one to have the 'birds and the bees' conversation with them.

"What Y/N is going through is perfectly normal," he says, looking from Sam to Y/N, "it's called a 'period', and it's when the lining of your uterus sheds, which causes you to bleed. Hence the pads. And the change in hormones is what causes mood swings, not a demonic possession," he sighs, "any questions? No? Okay, good," he says, smacking his legs with his hands before standing up.

"Wait, Dean," Sam says, twisting his fingers in his hand, "why does it shed, though?" he whispers, looking over at Y/N, who shies away from his glance.

"Something to do with the egg not being fertilized. It's part of the reproduction process," Dean sighs.

"Reproduction? But how does the egg get fertilized? And what happens when it does?" Sam asks.

"You are making it sound like I'm a chicken or something," Y/N snorts.

Dean quickly moves the chair back to the table, "okay, no," he says hand up at Sam, "I'm not having that conversation with you two. You'll figure it out one day. In the meantime, Sam no more exorcists on poor Y/N."

Y/N sinks into her seat, trying to hide out of embarrassment from her body being the subject of conversation since she got here.

"I'm sorry," Sam squeaks, and Y/N can barely look him in the eyes, "I'm sorry for thinking you were a demon, Y/N."

Dean can't help but to laugh. "I'm gonna go out for some drinks from the vending machine. I'll be back."

"It's okay, Sam," Y/N whispers, "I kind of thought that, too for a minute," she giggles. "Can we watch that show, now?"

“Sure, Y/N,” he smiles, clicking the remote

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Welcome one and All above 18 for the most part!

Here you will find all of my Supernatural works!! ENJOY!

She Wouldn’t be Into a Guy Like Me- DeanxReader   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language,angst, LONG? yes, WORTH IT? HELL YEAH

As If Hunters Are a Thing, Right? Part I-    Warnings: angst, descriptions of depression, character deaths, vivid imagery of crime scenes, drinking

Tear Me Down Pt 1- DeanxReader     Warnings: angst,drinking, gore, possession, descriptions of said possession, slight self esteem issue if you really look hard, just a whole slab of Sadness really

Tear Me Down Pt 2 “Now”- DeanxReader    Warnings: bit of angst in the beginning, depression, descriptions of possession, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, make out (if that needs a warning?)

I Can’t Explain It- DeanxReader  Warnings: Angst with a wee bit o’ fluff 

“I Know My Baby Better Than You Anyway”-   Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language, the reader being a bit of a smart ass, slightly insecure reader, super fluff at the end

Until The End of Time-    DeanxReader   Warnings:OK this is what I call, SUPER FLUFF… It is semi lethal at times… I figured that a Monday needs a little !Pregnant ReaderX!Daddy Dean love.

How Can I Put This?-   SamxReader Warnings: negative body image of the reader, Sammy being Cute as all hell, semi-fluffy, almost smut (Coming in Part 2)

“How Can I Put This?” Part II_ “Well In That Case”-   Warnings: SMUT with protection (yay I remembered!), oral sex (Female receiving GRAPHIC), dry humping, All around dirty (seriously I need to go to church now), IT’S LONG y’know like Sam?, fluff at the end, Pairing: SamxReader,   A/N: I have never said this before, but seriously, this is for 18+ users! I had to stop writing for a bit because I got all worked up. This is your only warning…enjoy! I’m Actually Thinking the Contrary of Disgust-   Warnings: negative body image of the reader, language, fluffy, Dean’s a sweetheart in this one, implied smut at the end, Sick reader  Pairing: Dean x Sick!Reader  Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean A/N: I came down with a really bad cold and it inspired this! Dean is a supersweetheart in this one.. the fluff is super strong! enjoy the fic guys!

Where Do I Sign?- Warnings: Language, Mentions of Mental Illness, Depression, Anxiety, Mentions of Medication and being without said Medication, General Angst… This one is heavy but gets fluffy… you have been warned.   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, other characters are mentioned   A/N: Hello everyone, so this is a piece that I came up with yesterday! The lovely @emoryhemsworth Beta’d this one for me so thank you once again sweetheart and Congratulations on your graduation!!!!

Writer’s Block- DRABBLE   Warnings: for the first time none really! Just gets a bit steamy at the end, enjoy my people! Pairing: Dean xReader  Characters:Reader,Dean A/N: This is a drabble that I came up with when I had writer’s block a while back. I think that now’s the perfect time to release it since my other fic isn’t quite ready yet so enjoy this drabble in it’s place! The other one should be out some time in the coming week. 

I Will Never Deserve-  Warnings: some descriptive language, cursing, fluffy Dean, angry Dean, whole bunch of Dean feels really, insecure reader    Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam   A/N: Ok so I kid you not this happened to me. I have been interested in a guy for a while (relationship wise). We haven’t talked in forever and then a few months later, he starts to conversate with me and basically asks me to be in a threesome…. with himself and his girlfriend…I DIDN’T DO IT! I altered parts of the conversation that I put in. So this fic is a bit of what I wish someone would have said to me… of the Dean variety.   (all the way up to the read more line is the basic summation of what happened)

She’s Mine-Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS,  longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me)   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas   A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics… I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!!  Also @kittenofdoomage I hope your proud!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!

It’ll Always Be You- Warnings:SMUT, semi NSFW (Barely) gifs, Language, Nervous!Dean, tiny bit of angst, Long as all hell but worth it for the ending!   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam   A/N: Hello People! This is my so so so late admission for @mamaredd123‘s 100 quotes challenge! I am so sorry this is so late. Both my sister and I had surgeries and that put a whole halt to my writing endeavors. I am so happy with the product and I hope that y’all are too.

Since I Saw You- Warnings: None, Unless you aren’t a fan of tooth-rotting fluff, some awkward stuff maybe if you squint.   Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Y/N   Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Y/N   A/N: Hello People! Ohh two fics in less than a week? What is going on with me? Well here is my first RPF. This takes place right at the beginning of Supernatural! I mean no disrespect towards Danneel or anyone else in the fic. This is 100% a work of fiction and not meant to harm or hurt anyone at all! Please enjoy! Also let me know if I did good! I’m an insecure writer and I needs the validations!

Needed You (Imagine)-Warnings: Only one, mention of a bad hunt… Other than that a sprig of angst n a giant pile of fluff. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack, Reader.    A/N: Anonymous asked: Can I request a Jack imagine?Why yes you can, nonny. Yes you can.    For this one I am not sure where you wanted me to go with it, so I am going to try a different approach, I hope you like it! I’ve never written for Jack before but let’s give it a go!

Grandma Got Fucked Over By A Reindeer-Warnings: None really, description of a murder, some cussing, implied future smut, but nothing happens, promise!   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jack   A/N: This is for @atc74 ‘s Cards Against Christmas Drabble Challenge. I had so much fun making this. I don’t even know how to define this genre, maybe a crack fic? Enjoy people!! 

Jealousy-Pairing: Dean X Reader   Situation: undercover office hunt where Dean get Jealous of reader getting attention from men that work in the office.   Genre: Smut/Fluff    Warnings: SMUT, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, !Jealous Dean   Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader,    Characters:  Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader,   A/N: Is this a drabble? NO….. DO I CARE? NOT EVENN A BIT!!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, Thank you so much for submitting!

For You- Warnings: SMUT, Angst, the lightest bit of BDSM…. Fluffy Smutty Dom Demon Dean…. Yes you read that correctly… I didn’t think it was possible either… but hey, here we are.   Pairing: Fluffy!Dom!Demon! Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam  Winchester, Castiel, Reader.   A/N: Here’s another piece for the 606 challenge!!! I’m sorry it’s been a bit, classes started up again and I’m drowning in work, but I was able carve out time for this fic. I am slowly working on When You Call as well so… NOBODY PANIC THERE IS A PART 12 on the way (I may or may not be aiming for this weekend… *wink) In the meantime, please enjoy this fic!

I’ll Tell You What, Winchester- Warnings: None Really, future smut implied   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader.   A/N:This is from my 100 follower celebration, so I decided to move it to the 606 because I really want to do some gifs as well. Special thanks to @jayankles who submitted this a while ago (So sorry that it took this long.)

The Pie-Warnings: LETHAL FLUFF(look to tags to avoid spoilers), idk what else but yeah, there yah go!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!!   Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester,   A/N:Yet another Drabble Done for the 606 celebration/challenge!!! @mamaredd123 Submitted: How about a Dean x Reader, no particular genre, go with a drabble… “How could you forget the pie??”THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUBMISSION AND….ENJOY THE FLUFF

She’s  A Knockout- Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because c’mon it’s me we’re talkin’ about, also some allusion to sexy times.   Pairing: Dean x Donna    Characters: Doug, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Donna   A/N: ONWARD WITH THE 606 CHALLENGE!!! I know I haven’t posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:“Whatcha doin’ here Dean?” + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriff’s office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff ‘cause she says ‘yes.’ Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. 🙂 Maxi’s 606

For You Part 2- Warnings: depressing memories, some provoking Demon!Dean, metions of sexy times,  it’s really a prepper for part 3…. if you want it.   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader   A/N: If you want part 3 tell me so!!

The Letter- Warnings: Some angst, Jealous!Dean, Sam’s just being Sam, Mentions of Hell and sexy times, nothing too bad, Pg-13 at best… not even really, FLUFFFFFFYYYYY   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Random Dude, Reader (Of course)   A/N: Hello all, I wasn’t able to post over the weekend, but hey! I’m doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. It’s FLUFFYY and as always…. GIFS AIN’T MINE!!

Tethered-Warnings: angsty PAIN OWWWW   Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader   Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, (If I said who, it’d be a spoiler.)   A/N:  This was from @jayankles Thanks so much for the gifs hun!!

Sweet Birthday Bash- Warnings: None just lethal fluff, really   Pairing: None   Characters: Ana,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: This is for the wonderful @anathewierdo to celebrate her birthday!! From her crazy tia Rowena (Vicky)

Right-  Warnings:lethal fluff, smut too, nothing too explicit since tumblr is having an existential crisis…   Pairing: Emory x Dean Winchester   Characters: Emory,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned   A/N: Happy birthday to my girl @emoryhemsworth !!! I’ll join you at 24 in a few months!!!

I Need Help-Warnings: Mental Breakdowns, mentions of Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, depression, and other illnesses, small bit of cursing, fluff, angst, y’know the common roller coaster!   Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Jack    A/N: Hey so… I had an episode. This what I know Dean would do for his number one girl… if she lived with what I have…

Make it Better- Warnings: ANGSTY AF, like it’s bad for a while there, then it gets better. Some cussing possible, mentions of S14 stuffs.   Pairing: Dean x ReaderCharacters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OMC Luke, (Multiple other charaters mentioned   A/N: This is from an ask by @carribear31 Her ask reads:  So I have an idea, it could be angsty. Going back to beginning if seadon 14. Dean is free from Michael and comes back to the bunker to find all the AU hunters there. Him and reader have been together for awhile but seeing all these other hunters need her for this and that makes him feel unneeded and useless and even a bit jealous when he notices one other hunter seems to seek her out more then the others. Now with Dean feel sorry for himself and pushing her away she must prove they belong together. Happy ending please! Thank you!

You Had Me - Warnings: Fluff, Smut (I’M DIRTY DON’T JUDGE ME), unprotected sex (always wrap it before you tap it), asshole OMC who has a problem with plus sized women   Pairing: Dean x Reader   Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester   A/N:Anon asked: Hey I love you’re writing!💕 can I request a dean x plus size reader where the reader is super quirky and shy also super insecure but does all there research and one day the reader gets ask on a date but gets setup and deans comforts his feelings maybe smut?Here you are Nonny!

SERIES LIST (Any Fic series with more than 2 parts):

“When You Call” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Angst, Fluff, Smut! A/B/O Dynamics

“All I Could Do” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Ansgt, depression, it’s not for the faint of heart, honestly

The Zeppelin Shirt Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: SMUT 18+ only, I could not be more serious with this, honestly. Some angst.

The Situation Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Hilariously funny... Dean’s a Chick and let’s just say that he’s having issues adjusting womanhood

Disposable Masterlist- Ongoing... Main feels: PAIN PAIN PAIN

Plenty of Woman Masterlist-  Ongoing. Main Feels: Past traumas, Dean trying to fix some real bad shit he did in the past to the reader. There will be fluff and smut spattered around in my humble opinion, not guarenteed though, as all stories take a mind of their own over time. (individual warnings will be in each fic themselves… for the love of everything read and follow them!)

By The Books Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Lot of school work, flirting, smut to follow. Individual warnings will be in each fic themselves.)

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Hii so this is kinda odd but could it be SamXreader and there like doing it on the couch and Colby comes in and sees but doesn't say anything and Sam notices him but doesn't say anything because he doesn't wanna stop loll Ik it's odd 😭😭

new sam blurb here <- SMUT !

🏷️ !! @switchheartt @bubiblossom @iluvvharm @marrykisskilled @luvvsickangel @samb1t3 @tezzzzzzzz @sad-eldritch

[skeietonwhore]

I’ve been writing so much stardew smut lately but I finally have a Samxreader one shot out!!! Pls enjoy and forgive me for any typos. I’ll go in and fix them later on. I usually proofread like after I post and edit as I go. Thank u for 100 kudos on my Sebastian fic :3

[justwhisperingfantasies]

6 and 28 for the askgame :)

Hey!!

6- One of my first few fics that i posted, I Can't Let You Go is Samxreader. It follows 2 minutes to Midnight and Swan Song, i struggled with the graveyard scene in swam song. I had to stop a few times.

28- You Belong With Me by Taylor swift, my fic You Belong with me BeauArlenxreader popped into my head while listening to it.

And The One That Got Away kind of came to me while listening to Off My Mind by Radio Company

P.s I just send yours and we both picked 28 😆

[stargazedwinchester]

Get can you write a SamxReader story where the brothers have been kidnapped by a pack of vampires or werewolves, and out of the blue the reader comes out of her hiding spot (because it was her hunt in the first place but she was waiting for the right moment to fight them) and kills them all on her own, in a really badass attitude? And they can’t believe how she could kill them all by herself. But the twist is that when she introduces herself, she is actually pretty shy and she is just a badass when she fights.

Plsss write until she and Sam start dating 🥺🙏🏼 thank you ilysm

Ofc I can!! I can do this in a 2 or 3 part series depending how carried away i get lmao, just so it's not too too long the first time

[rollingsins]

Awwww, Sam looking out for her future sister-in-law by road racing ☺️🥹

Honestly, I've been wanting to see some Sam×R (platonic, just to be clear... don't want Tara killing our badass)

Platonic SamxReader laughing, bonding and hanging out while Tara looks over like:

“TF is so funny? 🤨”

[yeeterthek33per]

I've just had a spark of inspiration what if there's a thunderstorm but you're afraid of thunder? (Samxreader bc why not ig)

100 per cent can do, but it most likely won't be for a few days yet. I've got 2 sam fics coming out in the meantime as well. I'll add it to the WIPs. I love the idea, thank you so much.😊 (I do apologise. I just had my five years of retail experience level patience tested by tumblr and my inability to not click notifications as they appear🤦‍♀️.)