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Am I dreaming?

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cheating

Word count: 3,576

Summary: You meet Jared at a convention but the innocent photo ops turn steamy

This is purley fiction based on the comic con Jared recently attended in England. This fiction is not meant to be harmful or offensive to Genevieve as I think she’s a sweetheart and they are a good match!

#jared paladecki #Jared padalecki x reader #jared padalecki x curvy reader #jared smut #walker #spn

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#+18 or +adult only #onlyf@nz

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My Kink is Karma (Past Dean Winchester x Reader) (Eventual Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Requested: No

Set in between Seasons 13 and 14

Warnings: cute smut moment :)) , Dean being a big ole dirty cheater

Song Inspiration: "My Kink is Karma" by Chappell Roan

Minors DNI!

A/n: as soon as I heard this song, all I could think about is writing about Sam eventually getting the girl tehehe

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Off Limits

This is my first writing I’ve ever shared… I supposed it would come to this some day >.<

Warnings: Language, Slight Violence, Smut, Personal Body Image Struggles

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Words: 4.3k

Summary: The reader has joined Sam and Dean Winchester for some time hunting. Now with some free time on their hands, they decide to take a much-needed break and fix up one of their safe houses in a small town. With time to get comfortable, things that were once off limits have lines being crossed.

Off Limits Ch. 1

You watch Dean across the bar, schmoozing it up with another half-naked waitress and scoff to yourself. They always seek out the ones like her and it was honestly hilarious to you. You got to cover some of the most insane cases all over America, with two of the most gorgeous brothers and neither of them ever glanced at you.

Well, it wasn’t like you were surprised why they didn’t… You thought to yourself darkly as you took a deep draw from your beer. You looked across to the bar, seeing yourself in the mirror sitting next to Dean’s not so little brother, Sam and sighed. Your hips were too heavy, your thighs too thick. You hated the roundness to your cheeks and glanced back at Dean, wishing you looked more like the woman he was flirting with.

Not that you ever thought of Dean that way, oh Chuck, you knew better, and he was like the big brother you always wished for. Relationship wise, Dean was well intended, loving, and sweet. But he had commitment issues. When he had been in relationships, he panicked and often ended them once he got close. He was hurting a lot, and you knew you’d never be good enough to help fix that hurt. YOU had a soft spot for the giant lug who just chased back his huge beer and was now trying to get your attention.

“Y/N, earth to Y/N!” He waved in front of your face and you snapped back to the conversation in front of you, “You want another beer?” He asked pointing to your almost empty glass, “I was gonna go grab me another one. I figured we could let loose tonight, since we’re taking a break to fix up the house.”

He smiled sweetly at you and you chastised the flip in your stomach. He wasn’t trying to make you feel special, that was how Sammy treated everyone.

You nodded and smiled, “Yeah sure… Maybe a couple more. You know it doesn’t take much for me. I never drink.” You said this offhand, knowing Sammy knew your tolerance level. He grinned at you and took your glass, his fingers brushing yours. The connection was like electricity crackling between you two and it sincerely seemed like he felt it too.

You shook your head and smiled at him, “I’ll be right back, ladies’ room is calling.” It took only a second to slip from the high bar chair and onto your stiletto high heels.

What in the hell compelled me to wear these tonight?!? You griped to yourself, feeling the pinch as you walked flawlessly to the bathroom door. You figured the burning eyes on you were Sammy’s, he was probably cackling at seeing you attempt to be ladylike knowing you were bitching to yourself about it.

Once in the bathroom, the constant onslaught of noise was muffled, giving you a moment to breathe. You lingered in the mirror after washing your hands, wondering if you should just hide in here for the rest of the night. All your makeup was in place, your small dress really did complement your figure, but you still sighed, twisting to look at yourself from the side, wishing your tummy was flat, your thighs and arms more tone. No matter how much hunting you did with the boys, this was how your body wanted to be and you absolutely hated it. The only thing you liked about yourself were your lips and hair.

It had been over a decade since you had cut it, letting the natural curls grow back, caressing down to the small of your back. Rowena had fawned over it once when she had come to consult the boys at a motel. She had never seen it down and practically squealed with joy when you walked out the cramped bathroom.

Normally it was tied up, but you figured tonight of all nights- you could feel like a girl and go out with it free from its notorious bun. Even in a small town. With another sigh and a tug at your little black dress, you opened the door to the noise and were almost immediately stopped by a broad chest.

This was not one of the Winchester brothers. The smell told you that almost immediately.

He had the stink of stale cigarettes clinging to his dirty shirt. This wasn’t even a familiar hunter. “Well hello…” The drawl dripped with the venom of a predator. You looked up and met the stranger’s hungry gray eyes.

“Excuse me… I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there…” You murmured wishing you had kept your big knife on you, just in case. The stranger chuckled and took a step closer, blocking off the exit from the dark hall.

“That’s fine… I’ve been meaning to talk to you away from your man anyway…” He grinned looking down your dress above you. You stammered and flushed, trying to close your dress and move past him, “He’s not- I’m just going to…” You pressed again to gain passage and he pushed you against the wall.

“So, you’re free game then?” He moved a hand to touch you and something snapped before slapping his arm away. This only pissed the man off, “You fucking fat bitch…” He growled dangerously, a hand moving to your throat as he reached for the bathroom door.

You hadn’t even seen Sammy moving silently along the perimeter of the bar to you, and the stranger most definitely did not see the blow to the back of the head coming either. The beast of a man crumpled to the ground and you saw a look in Sam’s eyes.

They locked with yours, rage burning for a flash of a moment before softening, “Y/N holy crap, are you okay??” He checked you over and lifted your chin gently to look at your reddening throat. You watched him silently as he carefully examined your collarbone, a finger lingering where a bruise would be tomorrow morning, “I’m so sorry Y/N, I should have waited to grab the drinks until you came back.”

You shook your head, “I’m okay Sammy, thank you for showing up. I don’t know why I froze. It’s a fat girl’s curse to attract the assholes. I knew what I should have done.” You shrugged a bit upset at yourself. Sam scoffed at you, “Fat Girl’s Curse?” he asked, almost sounding offended, “Who the hell said your fat?” He looked over to Dean, ready to break his nose. Quickly, you touched his chest lightly.

“No, Dean would never. But I know what I look like. I know what people say about me.” You shrugged a bit bummed out.

Sammy crouched a bit to bring himself more to your eye level, gently grabbing you chin again, “Y/N, you are absolutely fucking beautiful.” He murmured while keeping eye contact. You rolled my eyes and tried to protest, and Sammy huffed irritably, “C’mon, let’s go for a walk. There’s beers at home.”

You looked at him confused a bit but agreed to move away from the man who was groaning now on the floor, finally coming to from Sammy’s blow to the head.

Sammy took your hand gently and lead you through the thickening crowd of people and waved to Dean. His brother came by, bright green eyes darting quickly to your hands before looking away to Sam. He shook his head and Dean cleared his throat.

“We’re heading out, you know how much of a lightweight Y/N can be.” Sam chuckled and you squeezed his hand a bit too tight offended. He chuckled at you and Dean nodded, a glint in his eyes.

“Sure bro. I’ll be back later; I’ll be quiet if I can get her to come back with me.” He grinned and winked at us both and walked back with his bow-legged cocky gait to the waitress who had been off her shift for over an hour talking to Dean. You and Sammy both sighed and rolled your eyes. Dean was a whore and he knew no shame.

You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair, letting go of Sam’s soft but firm grip to slip it on. He was playing the role of a true gentleman, helping you put your small coat on before leading you out of the bar. No one would have suspected that he had just knocked some big burly biker out next to the bathrooms. All anyone saw was a couple leaving for an early night in. Once outside, you sighed loudly, enjoying the cool crisp fall air biting at your face. When you three had entered the bar, the sun hadn’t fully set yet and it hadn’t gotten too cold. Now everything was frigid, and you regretted wearing a tiny dress. “Here,” Sammy murmured and pulled off his coat, “Put this on.” He smiled stopping to help you.

“But what about you?? Won’t you be cold?” He shut you up with a finger to your lips and shushed you loudly. “Shaddup Y/N and take the damned jacket before you get hypothermia. We’re just up the street, but the car won’t be that warm by the time we get home.” He fixed the massive jacket over you and grinned when you tried to pop your hands through the arm holes. You probably looked like a child in his coat it was so huge.

“Don’t even joke.” you warned, face serious and hopefully threatening, posing ready to flap him with an arm of the coat. He cackled loudly and patted you on the top of the head, making you smack him anyway. You stalked off to the car, an inconspicuous Altima parked next to Baby. Sam always had a comment about how much better mileage he got than Dean when he drove on his own, just to irk him. The car chirped and you opened your door before Sammy could for you and scurried in. His long legs caught up to you and he chuckled again at what you could assume was an undignified look on your face as he made sure you were in and closed the door gently.

It really was easy to forget just how large he was on a daily basis. He was careful not to smother people, aware of his size, and always seemed to accommodate every environment you were in. The only place you noticed it was at home when he was passed out on the massive sectional, and when he and Dean dragged his California King to the bottom floor bedroom last week when you guys decided to occupy the old safe house.

Maybe it was the buzz you’d developed before the bathroom visit, or maybe it was the weird way Sammy was acting with you tonight, but he felt much bigger in this space when he slid into the driver’s seat next to you. You could feel how close he was and again had to chastise the backflips your stomach was doing. He’s just being nice. He’s always nice. You both knew if you stayed at the bar when that guy woke up that there would be a fight, and Dean would be pissed no one told him. Sammy is just watching out for everyone and getting you home safe Y/N.

The mantra of thought did not make the flips stop. His arm draping over the back of your seat as he turned to look while he backed out did not at all help. You could smell the lingering hint faint cologne on him mixed with the sweet beer on his breath. You bit your lip and tried to think of literally anything else but how close this man was to you, and then his ass looked down at you with those puppy dog eyes and smiled before moving his arm to put the car in drive and pull out of the parking lot.

Stupid fucking Sammy face… You thought darkly to yourself. You looked out the window, watching the dark houses pass you, twirling a long curl on your finger. The town was honestly beautiful. The houses were all built in the late fifties in this area, and it felt like you were going back in the past every time you visited. If you had lived a different life, this is the kind of neighborhood you’d love to settle down in and raise a family. If someone had ever chose you, that is..

It only took a few minutes to pull into the garage of the two-story home that was under one of Bobby’s aliases. From the outside, the house looked like it was lived in, the yard well groomed, no paint peeling. The blackout blinds were pulled tight over all the windows, as it was always left, and the front porch lights were on. The white-washed porch wrapped around the left side of the home, following to a large covered deck in the back yard. The garage was swept and neatly organized, no one would ever assume there was warded bunker underneath stocked with all the necessary hunter’s supplies.

Even though the ride was short, you had gotten comfortable and felt your eyes getting heavy. You stretched in the front seat as Sammy cut the engine off, leaving a space for Dean to park Baby whenever he came home. When you stretched, you felt your whole-body flex, and your back pop just right, letting a small sound escape from you.

Normally, there was nothing to worry about being comfortable around the boys, but you felt Sammy’s eyes burning on you. You peeked over the collar of his coat, hiding most of your face and saw a different look in his eyes. There was something new there you’d never seen.

“You okay Sammy?” You teased a bit before panicking inside when his eyes moved to your legs for a moment before shaking himself from the stare. You felt your face go crimson when you looked down and saw that your dress had ridden up your thighs, stopping just below where they joined and tugged your dress down again. “Sorry…” You murmured embarrassed.

Sam cleared his throat, shaking his head, “Don’t be sorry, I should be… I don’t normally allow myself to get… distracted…” He murmured looking at you with a tight smile. You felt your stomach drop thinking he must be disgusted, trying to just have you cover back up. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat again.

“I- I’ll head inside… You want me to warm you up something?” You asked softly, reaching for the car door and opening it. Sammy made you jump when he moved fast, reaching across you to grab the handle.

“Wait, one second,” He looked at you a bit more urgent, closing the door again, still close to you, his fingers touching yours on the door handle. “Y/N… You know that I meant what I said. You know- at the bar…” He said softly. Your heart was beating against your ribcage and your breath caught in your throat.

You tried to reply, and a terrified squeak escaped your lips instead. For some reason Sammy looked as terrified as you felt, and you laughed anxiously thinking there was absolutely no damned way that this man was saying any of this.

“This has got to be a dream… Oh god someone roofied me and I’m hallucinating…” You murmured to yourself.

He scoffed before laughing at you, “No, Y/N. I really meant it… Honestly I think you’re fucking amazing…” He breathed like he just let a weight off his shoulders. You sat there stunned for a moment processing what he had just said.

“I… Sammy… I mean, if you’re trying to just be nice… Please don’t lead me on…” You say softly. Your head was fuzzy from the alcohol and you were terrified this was all some joke or an attempt from him to make you feel better about yourself. But he shook his head, looking at you with that same look again. His eyes locked with yours intensely and for some reason you felt your body squirm from the intensity. You weren’t uncomfortable, but a warm feeling seemed to spread from your belly, and your eyes darted to his lips.

“I don’t know how to make you believe me…” He murmured, moving his hand from the door handle to your face. His thumb moved along your jaw, caressing the very edge of your bottom lip. “You’re all I think about… It’s why I was so eager to take some time off here with you.” His face had moved closer, and you felt your head swirl.

“Oh god…” you said softly, “I think I might faint…” Sammy chuckled and leaned in, kissing your lips softly as his hand held your chin up to him. His kiss wasn’t needy or rough like your few past lovers had been. He moved carefully, hesitant, like he was reading your body language and waiting for your reaction. You sighed into him, realizing that this really was happening and kissed him back, darting your tongue out to taste him.

Sam groaned at this, pulling you closer to him and kissed back deeply. Your hand moved up his chest to his neck and you gasped when he nipped your bottom lip gently. He chuckled softly, kissing you once more and kept his forehead against yours, eyes closed for a second. As you both caught your breath. You touched his face with light fingertips, and he pulled back.

“Why didn’t you say anything Sammy? We’ve been working together for years now…” You asked, still a bit too tipsy and bold for your better judgement. He shrugged and smiled sheepishly,

“I didn’t think you liked me.” He said with that innocent puppy dog face. You shook your head and bit your lip. You thought about honestly punching him.

“I didn’t think I would ever be more than a friend. You guys practically treated me like your little sister. And I’ve seen your exes. I am nowhere near their league.” You laughed a bit, covering the insult to yourself with a half-smile.

“Y/N, the last girl I dated, I was in college. A lot changes, specially one’s taste in women.” He smirked and kissed you deeply again, enjoying the soft gasps he earned from you as his hands moved down to your hip. “God… If I had met you in college I still would have chased you… So, I don’t get where you think you’re not my type. You’re gorgeous…” He murmured, kissing along your jaw, “You aren’t afraid of anything,” He said, nipping your earlobe, “Wicked smart…” He chuckled as a shiver ran up your spine from him whispering in your ear before his lips landed on your throat. “Not to mention, you’re a phenomenal hunter. Even my family would have been impressed.” He teased and sucked gently.

The moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it and he pulled you to him while moving his seat back more and having you straddle his lap. You realized you still had his massive coat on and shrugged it off. Sammy tossed it in the back seat and moved his hips under you, grinding up as you found his lips again. You rocked your hips, gently pressing back and enjoyed the groan that escaped from him. Sammy’s hands moved along your body, the bottom of your dress riding up as he palmed your upper thigh, moving closer to your ass. The ache in the center of your belly spread and your body begged for something more. Sam made a frustrated noise, pawing at your breasts and trying to feel more skin under the tight dress. You laughed softly, “Wanna go inside?” You asked.

“That might be a good idea…” he murmured, enamored with your throat again. He kicked open the car door, reaching up to press the remote in his visor to close the garage, and in one swift move got out of the car, holding your ass in his hands. Your squeal was covered by the sound of the motor in the garage opener, and he laughed softly as your legs wrapped around him and he kissed you again. Your arms laced across his neck and you moaned, feeling yourself bouncing against his obvious erection under you.

Sammy carried you effortlessly into the house, kicking the door into the house shut behind him. You knew exactly where he was going when he turned away from the kitchen and down the hall, before carrying you to his bedroom. He refused to put you down until he laid you in the center of his massive bed, still nipping at your lip and kissing you like it was his life force. It still was not needy or rushed, if anything Sammy slowed down once he had you pinned on his bed. Your hair was sprawled out along the black comforter, legs still wrapped around his hips.

He looked down at you, that same look back in his eyes as they roved over the scene laid out in front of him, “Fuck, you’re beautiful…” He murmured and you felt your face turn crimson again, “You are absolutely fucking beautiful Y/N…” he looked at you almost with amazement and you reached up, pulling his lips back to yours as your hips pressed up against his. He groaned, “Not yet…” You whimpered with need when he said that and he chuckled, “Don’t worry princess, I won’t neglect you.” The smile on his face was almost devilish. You wondered what this man intended to do.

One hand slid up your thigh, maneuvering under your dress before stopping at the bits of lace underneath. He looked at you with dark eyes and you bit your lip, “Come here…” Sammy said with a light growl and lifted you while sitting back on his feet to have you straddle his lap again. You took advantage of the position change and kissed tentatively down his jaw, enjoying the scratch of stubble on your lips before kissing and sucking on his neck. The primal groan that came from his chest made your hips wriggle against him, and you felt his fingers move deftly across your back, finding the small zipper between your shoulder blades and unzipping your dress. You gasped as his fingers moved lightly down your bare back, following your spine and the curve of the top of your ass.

You wriggled a bit and he started to tug the dress down your torso, before laying you on your back and kissing the swell of your breast, now exposed in thin black lace. His lips found the light bruise on your collarbone and he growled lightly, kissing you there before moving to your other breast. He groaned sitting back up on his knees and pulling the dress past your hips and down your legs. Your heels had somehow survived the travel and he kissed your bare calf before slipping the shoe off. He repeated the same steps with your other leg before kissing back down your calf and the inner part of your thigh.

You watched him with a mixture of fear and excitement, groaning in frustration as him mouth skimmed over the lace covered mound to kiss up your belly and between your breasts. You felt the rumble of a light chuckle as he looked up at you, his light brown eyes glimmering with mischief.

“Tell me what you want Princess..” He murmured before moving to your throat again and letting one hand slip between your legs. You felt the pad of his index pet along the wet lace, your body hypersensitive and waiting for him. You wriggled under him, not used to being submissive in that way, but not wanting him to stop what he was doing to you.

“I- I…” You gasped trying to move your hips against his finger to let the light touch give sustenance against your swollen clit pressed against the lace. He pulled back some, letting his fingers trail slowly along the inner of your thigh, “Tell me… I want to hear you ask me…” He nipped my jaw lightly and you let out a soft high moan of frustration and need.

“I- I need you Sammy… I need you to stop playing and fu-fuck me… please…” You panted out and looked up at him innocently. He growled, taking your lips and you felt the rough grab as he tore the lace off of you. When you gasped, those were your favorite, he nipped your lip with a soft growl.

“They’ll be replaced princess, don’t worry.” He murmured with a husky voice before plunging one thick, long finger into your folds. You cried out, feeling the deep sensation and moved your hips against his hand when he slid a second finger more slowly, deep into you. Sammy continued his assault on your lips, jaw, and throat while he pumped his fingers at a slow rhythm, curling them up into a sensitive spot you’d never known you had. Your legs shook and you felt a gush of slick fluids as he noisily kept pumping his fingers, “Yes baby… Come for me like this…” He murmured, coaxing your body, “You’ll have many more, don’t worry…” His eyes were dark, lust lidded them heavily. You’d never seen Sammy like this and he was making you come undone with just two fingers.

You cried out as you felt your body tightening around his fingers, fluttering as a climax threatened to spill over. He curved his fingers up again and your legs shook hard, and your climax came crashing down over you like an ocean wave, making you practically scream as Sammy coaxed your body through the sensations.

“Y/N?!?” You heard Dean holler and his boots hitting the hardwood floors. You gasped, looking to the open door and hearing him turn the corner. You had been so fixated on what was happening that neither of you had heard the soft rumble of Baby’s engine as it pulled in. The urgency in his voice let you know that he had thought you were hurt, and it was too late to stop him.

His green eyes locked on you before turning livid and darting to Sam.

“YOU SAID SHE WAS OFF LIMITS!”

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Tied and untamed

Pairing: Johnny Depp x Reader

Anonymous requested: Johnny x reader. The reader admits that she’d love to have sex with captain Jack Sparrow while watching a POTC film…

NSFW. Smut. 18+ only. Proceed with caution! Mentions of roleplaying, cursing, restraints & unprotected sex.

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Donde Estas Corazon Ch. 6

Sam Winchester x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters for a while and now that you’re helping them with a case, some unresolved feelings and secrets come to the surface.

Warnings: None really… well some people get killed but it’s not bloody

Word Count: 1,366

After closing the door to Deans room and heading back to yours, you and Sam had been making out on your bed like teenagers. “You know, you’re stuck with me now. I really don’t plan on letting you go.”

“Jokes on you Y/N, I made that decision about 3 years ago. You have jack on me.” Sam laughed.

“Jack?”

“Jack you know? Like nothing?”

“I’m gonna skip over the fact that you just assumed I didn’t get that reference,’ you jumped out of bed and walked over to the map that you had unfolded on the tiny kitchen table. “Sam, Jack! Jack is the key!”

“Okay now I have no idea of what you’re talking about.”

“I looked into the area where there had been jewelry break ins and there is a corner at the end of main street and first where a bunch of jewelers are located. Guess which is the only one that wasn’t hit?” “Jacks?”

“Wrong! Well not really, it is technically called Patricias Family Jewelers, but her husband is named Jack. We need blue prints, soon. Now. Like yesterday if I’m being honest.”

“You think they have the dragon?” Sam asked walking towards you.

“No Sam, I think that they’re the dragons, they rolled into town like 3 months ago and that was about the time that strange things started happening in town.”

“We don’t even know if the sword that Dean got will even kill them and we still don’t know what they’re doing with the virgins.” “Doesn’t matter, we need to even know if I’m right, but it’s the only thing that makes sense. Dragons are pack animals and hoarders. A family that owns a jewelry store and you saw what the inside of their house looks like, they have to be involved in this.” “Okay, sure,’ Sam stood up from the bed, “Let’s get to it.”

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Cuffed

Summary: Dean has to rescue Sam and Y/N from a compromising position.

Warnings: smut, Sam Winchester being obscenely hot and a puppy dog at the same time, banter, crack-ish maybe.

W/C: 1.2k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, fem!reader.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: This scene was on an episode of 9-1-1 (season 1 episode 9), and I thought it would be fun to write with Sam and Dean.

Betas: there's smut so you know I had to ask Lisa - @cockslut-padalecki // and I don't feel like something is finished unless Kym checks it over @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: canva. Dividers: @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // Main

Smut from the offset so fic under the cut....

Cuffed

The rush of adrenaline when the giant of a man gives you complete control is like nothing else.

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Cuffed

Summary: Dean has to rescue Sam and Y/N from a compromising position.

Warnings: smut, Sam Winchester being obscenely hot and a puppy dog at the same time, banter, crack-ish maybe.

W/C: 1.2k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, fem!reader.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: This scene was on an episode of 9-1-1 (season 1 episode 9), and I thought it would be fun to write with Sam and Dean.

Betas: there's smut so you know I had to ask Lisa - @cockslut-padalecki // and I don't feel like something is finished unless Kym checks it over @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: canva. Dividers: @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // Main

Smut from the offset so fic under the cut....

Cuffed

The rush of adrenaline when the giant of a man gives you complete control is like nothing else.

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Desire

Summary: “Take that which your heart most desires or perish. Fulfill your desire to break free.” A witch curses Sam to take what his heart desires, but there’s consequences.

Warnings: Smut, language, regret, betrayal, rough sex (maybe), a bit of fluff if you squint and turn your head upside down, angsty stuff, cheating, language, use of the word ‘exponentially’ (I dunno - I’m in a dumb mood).

Word Count: 3K

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Y/N/you/reader/whoever, a witch.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Notes: This is based on a dream I had. Special thanks to @evansrogerskitten for the ideas. I originally sent as a request to her but we both struggled with the aftermath of it all (you’ll see what I mean). So I decided not to write the aftermath lol, it is what it is! I’m sure her fic would have been much better.

Beta: @slytherkins - thanks babe. That being said any mistakes are my own.

Desire

“Take that which your heart most desires or perish. Fulfill your desire to break free.” The elderly witch blows some kind of green powder from her palm and it floats around Sam’s face as he tries unsuccessfully to bat it away and not inhale it.

“What the hell?” you question, watching the woman ascend the stairs, “We can’t do that stuck in here!”

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Altar

Summary: Being captured on a hunt, Sam is magically spelled to take Y/N. He always wanted it, but not like this.

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas

Warnings: NON-CON, dub-con, Smut, unprotected sex, breeding, pregnancy, sex spell, angst, fluff, little more smut

Word Count: 2,887

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Lock The Damn Door!

Sammy Winchester x Reader

Hey y’all! Welcome to the first ever smut that is not just for my eyes only. Seems only fitting that my first smut written be for the for the one and only Sammy Winchester (he’s the whole reason I started watching Supernatural). I hope you enjoy 😉 P.S. Sammy’s Season 12 Hair I LIVE FOR

Summary: With this whole new hunting operation you helped the boys set up, you don’t get very much time with Sammy, heck he’s working 24/7 and deserves a break. Despite more women being here he doesn’t seem to take any interest, so you know what? It’s your time to make a move baby 😘

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In The Middle of The Bar

Summary: Sam fingers you in the middle of the bar. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Counting: 200 words Warnings: Sorta public sex, implied smut, public fingering,

“Don’t.” Sam whispered.

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Omg I want a request for Sammy Winchester!!!! So here we go: Sam likes when the reader wears his flannels because they cling to her curves and pronounce them? He thinks it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen so he makes it a point for her to wear them everywhere?

Hey thanks for sending this in. I'm sorry if this is coming late. I got really busy with school and the holidays that came up as well. I had fun writing this and I hope you like and enjoy it.

Curves - Sam Winchester x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Warnings: Not really to much to warn about. There might be body appreciation and just implied smut, but no actual smut

Word Count: 1,630

The first time he caught you wearing one of his plaid shirts was way before the two of you had gotten together.

Him and Dean had been on a hunt out of state. The hunt was a pretty long one and you had stayed behind, helping them from the bunker. The hunt ended on a pretty good note, they luckily had very few casualties and he was just happy to be home.

Walking through the doors of the bunker, they had made there way down into the building. Once inside they were greeted by you coming form the direction of the library. While Dean had greeted you with the usual flirt, Sam could only stare at you. There you were standing in the map room wearing his flannel shirt. He stared at you enjoying the sight of you in his shirt. It was pretty big on you, but it seemed to not only hug your body, but seemed to be falling of it as well.

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The Aftermath - masterlist

Summary : Winchester brothers have to deal with the consequences of your boyfriend Dean raping you multiple times when he was a demon.

Ship : Dean x reader, Sam x reader

A/N : This is a 18+ dark! fic minors please stay away. If you want to be tagged let me know. Divider by@firefly-graphics. Header by @danneelsmain. @writethelifeyouwant thanks for being an amazing beta.

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

TBA

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Told You So

Sam x Reader

Word Count: ~1670

Warnings: Just, like, shameless objectification of Sam Winchester. A bucket of sexual tension, Dean being himself, a gratuitous Buffy reference. No clothes come off, but it’s not exactly G-rated either.

Nothing had changed, was the thing. Nothing was extraordinary about that case, or that night, or the post-hunt ritual of sitting around drinking and talking shit, or anything. It was Dean, Sam, and me, slouching in our chairs and downing beers. It should’ve been just like the other handful of times I’d found myself at the bunker in this same exact spot.

It wasn’t. It really, really fucking wasn’t.

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