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Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Headcanons:
Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons ✨🔥🌷
NSFW Alphabet🔥
One-shots:
Secret 💔🌷
Comfort 🌷
Your first demon ☠️🌷
Insecure 🔥✨🌷
Drabbles:
Coming soon
Multi-chapter/series:
Coming soon
Sam Winchester
Headcanons:
Dating Sam Winchester Headcanons 🔥🌷
Sex with Sam Winchester would Include 🔥
NSFW Alphabet🔥✨
One-shots:
Perfect 🔥🌷
Heaven Waited 🌷💔
Drabbles:
Coming Soon
Multi-chapter/series:
Coming Soon
Castiel
Headcanons:
Dating Castiel head canon🌷
One-shots:
Coming soon
Drabble:
Coming soon
Multi-chapter/series:
Coming soon
Other characters:
Your beautiful (A. Ketch)💔🌷
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
Headcanons:
Coming Soon
Drabbles:
Coming Soon
One-shots:
Coming Soon
Multi-chapter/series:
BloodLust 💔🔥🌷
Rating: 18+
Summary: Vampires and humans were never meant to get along, always one after the other. The war never ends. Until one day a group called Hydra declares war on Vampires and humans. The only way to survive this war is to unite vampires and Humans together, and that way is through marriage.
pairing: masked!joel miller x f!reader x biker!javier peña.
summary: it’s your birthday and your boyfriends (yes, plural) decide to spoil you.
a/n: hi 'elloo c: welp. here i am 🧍♀️ i’m just leaving this here and running for the hills (hopefully someone will chase me). this could be considered dark romance so if you don’t like that shit, scroll past and protect your peace <3
tags/tw: 18+, mdni. dark romance vibes. throuple. explicit smut. cnc roleplay. joel is masked and javi keeps his helmet on throughout. iicyify & why choose tropes. cuckolding, maybe? these men have no refractory period and that’s canon. eiffel tower but we aren’t in paris. oral (m and f receiving). unprotected piv. creampie(s). switching places. breath play. edging. d/s undertones. one ass slap. one instance of name calling. reader is only described as able-bodied, female and having hair (undescribed). no use of y/n.
w/c: ~4.5k
“No, you fucking didn’t,” Javi’s crackling voice vibrated through the cardo in your helmet.
You laughed, slithering your arms around his slim waist, hands resting beneath his hoodie, dangerously close to his crotch.
In your last pitstop, you might have removed your underwear, just to make the night even more memorable. A moment ago, you had slid Javi’s visor up, stuffed your panties in his helmet and pushed the visor back down.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he growled in your ear, a shiver running up your spine.
Five minutes later, the motorcycle came to a stop on a deserted road in an industrial state, not a soul in sight.
“Just remember, muñeca (doll)…” Javier’s whisper on the cardo lingered in your brain. “If I catch you, I’ll fuck you.”
Oh, shit. Your cunt throbbed—primed and ready to take him.
You swiped your visor up when Javi looked over his shoulder.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you winked at him, watching yourself on his mirrored visor, too focused on the neat white lines on the chin bar imitating sharp fangs.
“You better start running before I change my mind and fuck you right here, right now.”
With such promising farewell, you unmounted his sport bike and started running down the dark alleyway you both had chosen for this fantasy to play out.
“Ten, eleven, twelve…” you heard his voice flow through the comms device in your helmet.
You dared to throw a glance over your shoulder. Javi was leaning slightly back, arms flexed and crossing his chest, his head completely covered by an aerodynamic black helmet and his thighs widely spread over the frame of his motorcycle. His leather jacket snugged him tightly, a hint of how hard he’d been working out lately tugging at his biceps.
The vision would have been enough to soak your panties, had you had them on. Perhaps you wanted to get fucked roughly in an alleyway, but it didn’t mean you were going to play easy to get. You were nothing if not competitive.
It was Javi’s weekend to have you. You’d been a bit too excited when you’d asked him to roleplay with you and, against all odds, Peña accepted straight away. You’d expected him to be a little hesitant at first maybe, pretending to ponder your proposal, but no—he’d said yes with a wicked grin that split his face and popped his dimples.
With a devilish smirk, you turned your face to look forward and ran faster, dodging some over-flowing trash bags on the ground. The alleyway was long, winding and narrow, poorly lit. The shadows of the night stalked your heels as darkness swirled around you, your eyes taking a long time to adapt to the lack of light.
Even though slowing down was counterproductive, it was the smart choice, otherwise you were going to trip with something and twist your ankle. Plus, your lungs were already burning with exertion and your heart palpitating against your ribcage. You hadn’t run in ages and now you started to wonder if this was a good idea at all.
You took a left turn in hopes of losing him and looked over your shoulder. No sign of Javier. As a big ass smile curled your lips, almost savoring triumph, you heard the distinctive purr of his bike revving.
“Ready or not, here I come, baby,” he spoke through the cardo again, an amused bite to his tone.
Shit. There was no way in hell you were going to let Peña catch you already.
He had given you a headstart, but he had a clear advantage over you—you were running, he was riding. A part of you wanted to get caught, your slick pussy anticipating what was about to be the best pounding of your life. But the competitive side of you didn’t want to lose. Not so early on, at least.
So, you pushed yourself to the limit, picking up a pace that had your heart climbing up your throat to the point you thought you might throw up. It was all amplified by the helmet you were wearing, your cheeks snug between the padding. You were not built for running, that much was clear.
Bright, white headlights illuminated the path ahead and Javier’s bike roared alive behind you, the vibrating sound getting closer by the second. You felt him stalking your heels now and could swear a hand reached out towards your back before you suddenly turned right.
Peña sprinted past you, helmet faced towards you, and while you couldn’t see his expression, you knew he’d be frustrated you had dodged him so easily. You flipped him off, letting out a victorious laugh.
“Don’t you celebrate so soon, sweetheart,” Javi warned you—you knew he was smiling even though you couldn’t see him. “Got a surprise waiting for you.”
The cackle died right in your mouth when you unexpectedly hit something head on, your chest vacating all air when it crashed against what you thought was a wall. Your body came to an abrupt standstill and bounced off, losing your balance.
A pair of strong arms snaked around you like a vice, stopping you from falling backwards.
Breathless and slightly disoriented, you glanced up.
Your heartrate exploded in your eardrums, your fight-or-flight instinct kicking in, when a pair of big black eyes stared down at you, an elongated mouth opened wide ready to suck your soul out.
You lost yourself to the void of its sockets and it took you a good second to realize that it wasn’t the personalization of death you were looking at, but a wide-shouldered man with a ghost mask on. He was wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants, the perfect attire to blend in the night and stalk an unsuspected passerby.
Bewildered, you tried to shove him back to release yourself. It was all in vain—the man didn’t budge an inch. Waiting for Javier to come to your rescue was not an option, you knew how to take care of yourself. You just had to lift your knee up and kick him in the balls.
The thought might have flashed across your eyes, because before you could act on it, the man roughly stepped on your foot.
A painful scream left your lungs, adrenaline pumping through your veins like flames of fire consuming you from the inside out.
When you looked up again, drafting in your mind the next move to free yourself, you saw the masked man had tilted his head sideways, as if the whole situation was amusing to him. You were sure this motherfucker was grinning behind the face covering.
Fuck, this was bad, but there was no way in hell you weren’t going to make this bastard pay before he even put a hand on you.
“Hope you don’t mind I brought a friend, querida (darling),” Javi chuckled, his voice resonating in your helmet.
“Wh—”
The masked man’s gloved hand shot up to your throat, holding you in place, while the other grabbed you by the chinstrap, pushing you towards his hard body and tilting your head up.
You gaped for air, slightly confused as to what the hell was going on. Javier’s words took longer than necessary to register in your brain before you realized this whole encounter was staged. That your boyfriend had invited someone else to the party.
Your nipples instantly perked up under the protective garment and you were sure as hell that your pussy was ruining your trousers. Now the lack of panties didn’t sound so fun if it meant you were going to make a fucking mess of the Kevlar lining the inside of the leather pants.
How fucked up was the fact that your body switched from fear to lust in a split second?
Now the warmth the stranger’s body emanated was exhilarating rather than frightening. It almost felt too familiar, how your breasts fit to his chest perfectly. How your cunt was basically drooling at his proximity, how all your nerve endings tingled in his presence.
His fingers expertly undid the chinstrap and removed your helmet and balaclava, throwing them to the side. The biting cold nipped at your sweaty face when the hand on your throat traveled up to your jaw to veer your head towards your right.
Javier was standing right there in his full motorcycling gear, helmet still on, leaning against his parked bike as if the whole situation was entertaining for him. Your boyfriend uncrossed his arms from his chest and threw them up in the air, shrugging.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
You swore the fangy smile painted on his jaw protector had just curled up mischievously.
Your pupils dilated, studying your boyfriend’s relaxed stance—not of out fear, but excitement. Was Javi just going to lay back, chill and watch you being fucked by a stranger in the middle of an abandoned alleyway?
Before a thought could form in your depraved mind, the masked man snapped your face towards him.
“You know we both love and respect you, right, darlin’?”
You’d recognize that husk even if you went unexpectedly deaf. Your other boyfriend’s gravelly voice, even when he tried his best to make it sound guttural and scary, was unmistakable.
For a moment, you were in disbelief but also stoked. How had Javier convinced Joel to join you both in this deviant fantasy? Hadn’t he already made plans for a fishing trip with friends since it wasn’t his turn this weekend?
You know what, better not to ask. Just enjoy yourself.
You nodded. “Yes.”
“Good, ‘cause it’s about to look like we don’t.”
Fuck him and what that one spoken line did to your touch-starved pussy. Your whole body roared alive at the wicked promise—getting wet and throbbing right between your inner things, your breasts feeling heavier, fuller and more sensitive now.
Joel, still masked, wasted no time. Still holding you by the throat, he used his free hand to tug the black sweatpants down. He wore no underwear, his stiff cock swinging free, standing upright for your attention. It was a sight to behold—thick, veiny and drumming, pearls of precum beading at the tip already.
The fact that Joel was already this hard without even touching him a little… it made you feel powerful. The thought of him, lurking in the shadows and jerking off while you plagued every corner of his imagination, was enough to have you cock-hungry.
Joel pushed you down and you bent at waist level, coming face to face with his erection. Yeah, it was most definitely your other boyfriend—that dick was undoubtedly his, you had traced it with your lips and tongue more times than you could count.
Knowing your role in the game, you pretended to resist, planting your palms on his thicks and pushing away. Joel grabbed you by your hair and shook your head sideways to gain the upper hand until you became still, feeling a little dizzy with the sudden movement.
“She’s feisty tonight,” Joel scoffed towards Javier.
You watched the DEA agent in the corner of your eye when Joel tugged at your hair again. Javi was still leisurely leaning on the bike, watching attentively, arms crossed and helmet tilted. The motherfucker didn’t seem like he was about to intervene and come to your “rescue”—and you loved him for it.
“Open up for him, cariño, don’t make it so hard on yourself.”
Encouraging words those were.
You clenched your teeth together when Joel’s mushroom head breached your lips. For a few seconds, you both feigned to struggle until your jaw unhinged and his cock hammered all the way down to your throat in one harsh motion.
Controlling your gagging reflex, Joel kept you there, your forehead pressed to his lower tummy. And when he started pumping in and out of your mouth, you bared your teeth, gently grazing the velvety skin.
Joel hissed above you, the slide of his underside on your tongue making it all oh so pleasurable, but didn’t ask you to stop.
For a few minutes, you did your best not to choke on his cock, swallowing every inch of his down. The strain building up in your muscles was a telltale sign that tomorrow you, most likely, would have a stiff neck.
Tears brimmed at your waterlines when you finally caught a breather, heaving slightly. Daring to look up, you saw the daunting, unexpressive mask staring back at you and your cunt irremediably pulsed. The black pit of those eye sockets was mesmerizing.
Still fisting your hair, Joel grabbed his hardened cock by the base and rubbed it on your swollen lips, leaving slimy streaks all over your cheeks and chin.
Your mind was so numb right now, so fucking out of it letting Joel desecrate your face, you didn’t even register how the pants of your two-piece suit were yanked down to your knees until the sting of stabbing filled your exposed core.
Your mouth opened in a breathless gasp and before you could look over your shoulder to see what the hell was happening behind you, Joel took the opening (literally) and shoved his cock down your throat again.
“So fucking wet, baby, you shouldn’t be enjoying yourself this much,” Javier grunted behind you, his gloved hands settling on your hips.
You moaned, mouth full to the brim and eyes fluttering shut, when you realized Peña had just impaled you from behind. No prep, no foreplay, no teasing, no clit play, nothing—just thrusted in, hips flush with your ass cheeks.
Your pussy clutched around the intrusion, feeling every ridge, every vein feeding his thudding cock. Javi slanted back, giving you a bit of slack, to then drive all the way home.
Soon you three found a rhythm—when Joel eased out of between your lips, Javi would ram forward, with you caged in between them two with your legs spread for balance, back arched and ass perked up, taking the railing of your life in a dark alley.
Getting dicked down and deep-throated at the same time by your two boyfriends? This was your own personal brand of heaven. This was exactly where you wanted to be, as fucked up as that was
The thrill of the game had adrenaline pumping fast in your system, afraid you could get caught and someone could misinterpret what was really happening here. So while you played to release yourself, you also paid special attention to any noise in the surroundings.
Joel’s cock was the first one which started to beat on your tongue faster, more intensely too. Then, Javi was quick to follow, probably because you were intentionally clenching your pussy around him, squeezing your inner walls methodically. And you were not immune either—your cunt was choking on that fat cock of Javier’s, your clit was swollen and engorged even unattended, and your used mouth was drooling all over Joel’s dick.
Your moans got muffled by Joel’s unforgiving and erratic thrusts—he was so damn close. Knowing what would help him, you uncovered your teeth again, brushing his sensitive skin with hard enamel.
“Fuck, this bitch sucks good,” Joel groaned, his normal voice resurfacing for a second. “Sinful lips.”
“Fuck man, you should see these lips, how beautifully they stretch and hug me. Can feel this sweet, tight pussy begging for a load,” Javier retorted back. You pulsed around him. “Oh, fuck yeah, she’s loving it.”
He smacked your ass, making you jump unexpectedly and yelp with your mouth full of Joel. The brief shock forced your teeth down, grazing Joel’s cockhead a tad too strong. Growling above you, Joel held his purchase on your head with both hands and fucked your mouth—then his cum shot out and hit the back of your throat.
You swallowed it all down as best you could, Joel still beating on your tongue and rocking his hips back and forth. Saliva and semen began dribbling down the corners of your mouth as you tasted him fully.
Then Peña rutted into you faster and harder, forcing you to choke on Joel’s cock with each lunge. Warmth bloomed inside you, Javier draining his fully loaded balls right into your pussy with a growly moan.
A heartbeat went by as your brain processed the situation.
“Wanna switch?”
You were not sure who had asked, but they both pulled out of you at the same time, leaving you empty with their cum gushing out. Could feel Javi’s release sliding down your inner thighs and Joel’s falling from your chin to the asphalt.
And there you were again—deepthroating Javier now and Joel stuffing your sore pussy full of him. They could be anyone. You didn’t want them to be anyone really, you loved them and wanted it to be them and only them, but the thought was exhilarating.
Your own lust had only been building up but had not had a chance to free yourself yet. While both of your boyfriends had already come, you hadn’t been able to find that bliss. The fact that both of them were actively ignoring your clit was starting to piss you off.
When you tried to sneak a hand between your legs to stroke your neglected bud yourself, Joel grabbed one of your forearms to push it against your back and Javier snatched the other, holding your hand on his hip for, you guessed, moral support.
Now that angered you. So you tongued Javi’s frenulum frantically, teasing him to come fast, and clenched down on Joel as hard as you could to silently ask them to quit playing. Soon they were ready to unload again and they did together at the same time, filling your starved pussy and mouth with their white, tacky seed.
Both men hummed in unison, coming to a standstill, while you ached for an orgasm. Bewildered, you glanced up at Javier’s mirrored visor, watching your filthy reflection on it. What a fucking picture that was, one that would stalk your wet dreams for a while.
You batted your eyelashes at him, an unspoken plea to let you find the release you were throbbing for.
Javier snickered, taking a step back at the same time Joel left your hot entrails.
“You didn’t come, did you?” Peña teased you, patting your cheek as you straightened the best you could with shaking legs.
“Fuck you,” you bit back, frustrated with the outcome, ready to walk off. “Both of you, you bastards.”
Suddenly, masked Joel grabbed you by the throat and pushed you against the brick wall.
“You don’t talk to us like that, sweetheart,” he tightened his fingers around your neck. You gaped for air as adrenaline hit your system again. “Where are your manners?”
He didn’t release his hold on your throat. Then he placed one foot between yours and coaxed your legs apart, while Javier did the same with your other leg, keeping you well spread.
“Should leave you like that, achy and throbbing, till we get home,” Javier cooed, a playful bite to his tone. “That would teach you a lesson.”
You watched him remove both gloves, painfully slow, taking his sweet time. Both men exchanged a look and nodded to each other.
“You’re lucky we love you,” and with that, Joel let go of your neck, dropped to his knees and removed the mask.
Joel positioned himself in front of you, cozy between your legs and went to fucking town on your pussy. The first lick already had you seeing stars behind your eyelids and when he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, you almost folded in half with a cry.
Javier stood right behind Joel in front of you, caging you in. You looked at him in the midst of your arousal, but the mirrored visor impeded you from seeing his expression. You didn’t need the visual confirmation to know that he was grinning like the motherfucker he was.
Joel lapped your whole damp slit before rolling your nub between his teeth and you shrieked.
Peña chuckled, then wrapped his long fingers around both of your wrists and pinned your hands to the wall above your head. His free hand traveled down your frame and then up your clothing to pinch your nipples and tug them gently.
You almost buckled forward, but Javier kept you upright while Joel devoured your cunt—licking, sucking, nibbling and stroking your clit until you almost couldn’t take it anymore.
Javier lost his grip on your wrists to hold your breasts on the palms of his hands over your clothing, thumbs brushing your sharp nipples over the textile.
You hummed, feeling the climax building up to a concerning point. Your pussy was slick and achy, the coil in your womb so ready to snap and your tits felt like a live wire.
“Wanna come, baby?” Javi asked, tilting the helmet sideways.
You ventured a look down to catch Joel on his knees between you and Javi, eating you out like a man starved.
You mewled, nodding breathlessly. “Yeah.”
“Nuh-uh, you gotta ask nicer than that, mi vida (my life).”
You scoffed and frowned, knowing what he wanted you to say. Neither of them deserved it, not after almost leaving you unsatisfied.
Feeling your reluctance, Joel harshly nipped at your clit and Javier pinched your nipples.
You yelped, brain going numb. “Please, fuck, please, let me come.”
Javier giggled, shaking his head. “See? Wasn’t that difficult, was it?”
Joel swirled his tongue around your clit one last time before finding his way down to your hole. His wet muscle breached your entrance and pushed in. You hummed in relief, especially when one of Javier’s hands joined Joel down there to rub your clit while Joel fucked your opening with his tongue.
This was hell—no, heaven. Hell? Fuck, you were not sure. Being tongue-fucked and having your clit fondled at the same time had you on the edge of a metaphorical knife. It was too much—the sensations were overstimulating, fire running through your veins while heat gathered in your core.
The feeling just increased, eyes shutting while you rested the back of your head on the wall behind. And then it hit you—it felt like a dam breaking and rushing down. Your heartrate spiked and your breathing accelerated while your pussy pulsed, creaming and squirting right into Joel’s mouth.
It happened fast, so much you almost blacked out, out of sheer bliss. Breathing ruggedly, Javier caught you in his arms when you leaned forward and Joel crawled from beneath you.
“Gotcha, querida,” Javier kept you upright, stroking the crown of your head, holding one of your hands, while Joel stood beside both of you like a guard dog, making sure there wasn’t anybody around.
“You good?” Joel asked once he ensured the coast was clear, squeezing your free hand in his broad one.
You nodded, a weak smile lighting your fucked-out expression.
“Yeah, I really needed that, thank you,” you managed to husk out, regaining feeling in your legs now so you could stand on your own.
Joel smiled back at you—he looked so damn sweet when he did. “Hope you liked your gift?”
You laughed, rolling your eyes at the question. Wasn’t it obvious? Your pussy and mouth were ruined for good. Your mind too. Was there really anything else to ask for?
“Can’t wait for next year’s.”
This time Javi snickered, shaking his head in fake disapproval.
Joel tipped forward and kissed you—first sweet and slow, then it got sloppy and urgent, all the while you still held Javier’s hand.
Joel grunted and leaned back. “Gotta go. I haven’t packed for my trip yet. I’ll see you next weekend?”
“Mhm, yeah. I’ll be all yours then.”
Joel’s sweet smile turned wicked—a silent promise of what he had in store for you once you were his again.
“Can’t wait. Happy birthday, darlin’,” he kissed your forehead before turning to Javier. “Take care of her this week.”
“Will do, I promise she’ll be back to you in one piece.” They fist-bumped each other before hugging, patting each other’s backs like the good friends they were. “See ya, buddy.”
And with that, Joel grabbed the forgotten mask off the floor and disappeared into the dead of night.
“Thank you,” you said to Javi with a beaming smile.
He returned it easily, giving you a brief nod before he grabbed something from the pocket of his leather jacket. “Joel’s gonna have a hard time next year trying to get you a better birthday gift than I did today.”
You laughed—he was damn right. This had been the best birthday gift you had ever received. You were so fucking lucky to have two boyfriends willing to play into your every fantasy.
Javi pulled a tissue out of a plastic packet and was methodical on how he cleaned your pussy—knowing you were probably too sensitive and sore right now after taking two thick cocks, he did it slow. The tissue was soaking wet and Peña took a second to admire it.
“Your pussy knows how to take a load, mi vida.”
“Two loads,” you reminded him with a wink. “And don’t forget my mouth. I can handle a two-course meal with no issues.”
It was Javi’s turn to laugh. Once wiped clean, he helped pull your biking trousers up and zipped you up. Then gave you a fresh tissue to clean your face.
While you discarded both in a nearby dumpster, he grabbed your balaclava and helmet off the floor, inspecting the last for any damage. When you got to him, Peña sheathed the balaclava in place for you and helped putting your helmet back on. He pressed a button on your cardo.
“You hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” you gave him a thumbs up.
“Let’s go then, we need to get home fast. Joel’s already had his fill; it’s my turn to eat pussy and then fuck her deep and hard until you beg for mercy.”
You cackled, intertwining your hand with his while walking towards the bike. Javi threw a long leg over the frame and once he had control over the motorcycle, you took your place as his backpack.
Javi put the bike into gear and you both started moving, revving it as the speed picked up. Soon you were cruising on the highway.
You shoved a hand down the front of his pants, surprised to discover that his cock was hardening again. You gave him a light squeeze.
“Oh, wow, you’re not kidding.”
Javi growled, his moan reverberating through the cardo. His dick grew heavier on your palm.
“Fuck me. Are you going to behave?”
“Mhmm, I dunno… Might have to get off the bike and suck you at that long ass stoplight we crossed earlier…” you teased him, running your thumb over his glans. “Or maybe I do it at home, let you suffer for a bit…”
“Hold on tight,” was his only instruction as he tilted forward and twisted the throttle, speeding past and filtering through all the traffic in a rush to get home.
Inspired by this ask: I wonder if you could write a Sam Winchester x Reader one-shot. I was thinking something a little angsty but also fluffy and adorable. Sam meets the love of his life again in heaven.
Warnings: Some angst, but some fluff everyone needs. This does take place after the season finale!
Rating: Anyone can read it!
A/N: Finally free to write some after such a long time! I also wrote this in two hours since I found this ask, I hope you enjoy!
Sam Winchester didn’t believe in Heaven. Not really.
He knew it was real — he and Dean had literally walked its roads, knocked on its doors, stared into its cracks. But belief? That was different.
Belief was faith. And Sam lost that the day you died.
You were collateral damage. Another name in the long list of innocent people the supernatural world had stolen. But for Sam, you weren’t just another name. You were the one. The home he never thought he’d find outside of Dean or dusty motel rooms. You were the softness in a life full of knives.
And when you were gone, Sam became a ghost inside his own skin.
He kept going. Because he always did. Because he had to. Dean needed him. The world needed saving. There was always another fight.
But on quiet nights — when the hunt was over, when Dean was asleep and the whiskey stopped working — Sam would sit in the dark and let himself remember:
-Then-
You laughed from the kitchen, barefoot, singing off-key as you flipped pancakes in one of his flannel shirts.
“You know that’s not the real lyric, right?” Sam called from the couch, watching you with soft, amused eyes.
“Oh, I know,” you grinned, spinning toward him with syrup in one hand and a spatula in the other. “But it’s better this way. More chaotic.”
He chuckled. “You’re gonna confuse everyone.”
“I’m not here to be understood, Winchester. I’m here to make breakfast and ruin classic rock.”
Sam crossed the room in two steps and kissed you, gently, like he still couldn’t believe you were his. “I love you.”
You blinked, quiet for half a second — just long enough for it to feel like a weightless eternity.
“I know,” you whispered. “I love you too.”
That was the last morning.
Hours later, the vampire nest was gone — and so were you.
-Now-
Sam opened his eyes.
There was no pain. No last breath. No machines. Just quiet.
The golden light bathed everything. Trees rustled in a breeze he couldn’t feel. The world looked like a memory softened by time — but it didn’t blur. It didn’t fade.
He stood slowly. His joints didn’t ache. His hands were steady. Younger again.
And alone.
“Dean?” he called, looking toward the road stretching ahead.
No answer.
But something pulled at his chest — something warm and unspoken, like the moment before thunder breaks. His feet moved without thought, leading him off the road and into the woods.
That’s when he heard it.
A voice. Familiar. Laughing.
Your laugh.
He froze.
His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. No way. This wasn’t—this couldn’t be—
“Sam?”
The voice cracked like glass under sunlight.
He turned slowly.
There you stood — just beyond the clearing, hair glowing in the golden light, your expression stuck between disbelief and overwhelming joy.
You looked the same. Exactly the same. The way you had before everything fell apart.
And suddenly, he was twelve again, watching his mother at the top of the stairs, not daring to breathe.
“Y/N,” he said, voice breaking.
You ran to him.
He didn’t move, not at first. He was afraid he’d wake up. That this was just another cruel trick — a siren dream, a shapeshifter's lie. But when your arms wrapped around him, warm and solid, when you buried your face in his chest like you needed him just as much, he shattered.
“I waited,” you whispered. “I waited so long.”
His knees buckled. You sank down with him into the grass.
“I couldn’t save you,” he said, over and over, like a broken mantra. “I couldn’t—I tried—God, I tried—”
You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “Sam. Stop.”
Tears slid down his cheeks.
“You saved everyone, Sam,” you said. “Even when you didn’t think you could. Even when you didn’t want to go on.”
“I thought I’d see you again,” he said. “But I didn’t let myself believe it. It hurt too much.”
“I know,” you whispered. “I saw everything. I watched you raise your son. Teach him how to be gentle in a hard world. You made it through.”
His fingers trembled as he brushed your cheek. “I never stopped loving you.”
Your smile broke open into tears. “And I never stopped waiting.”
You kissed him. Soft at first — then desperate. Hungry. Healing.
And for the first time in a lifetime, Sam didn’t feel alone.
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You lay together in the grass, fingers interlocked.
“What is this place?” Sam asked.
“Your heaven. Ours,” you said. “You’ll find Dean again soon. He’s just up the road. But I wanted you first.”
Sam let out a wet laugh. “He’d be mad if he heard you say that.”
“Please. He’d tell me to take my time.”
You turned to him, more serious now.
“You were always meant to live a long life, Sam. I didn’t get to—but that doesn’t mean I resented you for it.”
Sam nodded, but his throat was tight again. “There were days I hated being alive.”
“I know,” you said, squeezing his hand. “But you did it anyway. That’s the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You sat up, tugging him with you.
“Come on,” you said, smiling through your tears. “There’s more to see. There’s peace here. And pancakes.”
Sam laughed. “You still ruin classic rock lyrics?”
“I’ve been singing ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’ as a lullaby since I got here.”
He kissed you again — this time, full of promise.
And together, you walked down the road.
Dean was waiting up ahead, leaning on Baby, smirking like he knew exactly what had just happened.
Hello! How are you? I'm addicted to your stories❤️
I wonder if you could write a Sam Winchester x Reader one-shot. I was thinking something a little angst but also fluffy and adorable. Where Sam meets the love of his life again in heaven.
you wake to the weight of joel miller between your thighs, hungry and aching to claim you. he’s been patient, but now? now he’s going to take.
warnings: smut, vampire!joel, bloodplay/feeding, fangs sunk deep while he fucks you senseless, pain/pleasure, overstimulation, cockwarming after he’s wrecked you, praise & degradation, possessive/obsessive joel, breeding kink undertones, dirty talk.
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you wake to pressure.
heavy, solid, sinking into you like you’re already his.
joel.
he’s draped over you, broad and immovable, one thick thigh slotted between yours, pressing firm against the soaked heat of your panties. his weight pins you to the mattress, the warmth of him at odds with the unnatural chill of his skin.
you don’t move—can’t move—his arms wrapped tight around your waist, his face buried in your neck.
and he’s breathing you in.
“knew it,” he murmurs against your skin, voice thick with hunger, with something darker. his lips brush over your pulse, and you shudder, heat pooling deep in your belly.
“knew you’d smell this sweet.”
you whimper when he grinds against you, slow and teasing, dragging the hard, thick press of his cock over your cunt.
“been watchin’ you, darlin” he sighs, nipping at your throat, not biting—not yet.
his fingers ghost under the hem of your nightshirt, slow, deliberate, thumbs pressing into your waist.
“could hear that pretty little heartbeat even when you were sleepin’.”
his voice is so deep, dripping with want, laced with something that feels like possession.
you let out a shaky breath. “joel—”
“shhh,” he soothes, palm sliding over your stomach, fingers tracing the soft curve of your hip. his other hand finds your throat, tilting your head to the side, baring it for him.
“let me have you, baby.”
and then he’s sinking his fangs in.
pain bursts, sharp and blinding, but the way he moans against your skin makes you clench, makes your pussy ache.
he drinks, slow and deep, savoring, and you feel it everywhere—in your veins, in your core, pooling in the slick heat between your thighs.
his hand drifts lower, slipping beneath your panties, fingers sliding through the mess he’s made of you.
“fuck, baby,” he groans against your throat, lapping at the bite, his fingers pressing into your soaking cunt.
he shoves your panties down, kicks his sweats off, the heavy weight of his cock pressing hot against your dripping slit.
“gonna fill you up,” he rasps, voice wrecked, desperate. “make you mine.”
he presses in, the thick, aching stretch punching the air from your lungs.
you’re so full, so stuffed, the brutal drag of his cock pulling a sob from your throat.
“look at that,” he pants, pulling back just enough to watch himself sink in again, your cunt stretching, taking all of him.
“made for me, baby. made to be fucked like this.”
he’s deep, his body flush against yours, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every harsh, hungry thrust.
his tongue drags over the open wound at your throat, lapping at his claim.
his hips slam into yours, pace relentless, dragging a wrecked, broken moan from your lips.
“shhh, baby,” he soothes, even as he fucks you harder, deeper. “know it’s too much. know you can take it.”
you’re shaking, sobbing, pleasure so sharp it feels like pain, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.
his hand finds your clit, rubbing tight, lazy circles, just enough to make your thighs shake, to push you over the edge.
you cum with a cry, walls fluttering, squeezing him tight, and he groans, thrusts jerky, erratic—
“that’s it, baby, take it—take all of it.”
he buries himself deep, spilling inside you, hips grinding slow, making sure you feel it.
his weight presses you down, his cock still hard, still twitching, keeping you full.
he licks at your throat, lips brushing over the bite mark, soothing, worshipping.
and then he stays there, cock warming inside you, keeping you plugged up, his.
“shhh, doll,” he murmurs, voice like syrup, thick with satisfaction. “you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
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