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[princesswagger22]

Thanks hunny! I really appreciate it!

[autistobrat]

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

[anxietyproblem]

[writingdose]

[jaredandjensen]

May 2, 1983

[rrrrraquelle]

do you think Sam Winchester would just like always know what youre thinking/if youre feeling sick

like i feel like hes got the whole slightly-psychic thing going on, it doesnt feel that impossible

he always knows when you have a headache, or when youre starting to get sick

if you get periods, he always knows when youre about to start

if youve got a chronic illness (POTS, ehlers danlos, etc), he always knows when youre having/about to have a flare-up

if youve got shit joints (like me), he knows exactly whats hurting you and exactly how to help you

if youre ever mad at him for something, he always knows what he did, even if it takes him a bit to get there. none of that "babe, just tell me what i did wrong" bullshit, he owns his mistakes like a real man

knows what you want for your birthday/winter holidays without you telling him, so youre always surprised and always excited when you open the gifts from him (gifts. plural.)

if you get anxiety/panic attacks, he always knows how to help

if youre neurodivergent and/or easily overstimulated, he knows your triggers and knows exactly how to ground you without making things worse

he is the perfect man

edit: holy shit you guys i did NOT think i would get this kind of positive reception, thank you all so much

[princesswagger22]

I am very nicely asking for a part two of this because no one talks about Sam's powers and how he'd use then if he were in a serious relationship

Also bc im obsessed

[rrrrraquelle]

@princesswagger22, you need only ask, and more sam winchester you shall receive!

A/N - I may have taken a few creative liberties with his powers lol

gn reader, no use of y/n

there's one barely suggestive part but nothing nsfw, as always

previously on barbie life in the dreamhouse

next on barbie life in the dreamhouse

Sam Winchester is obviously a very, very intelligent man. He is, of course, naturally smart, but some of that intelligence also probably comes from his weird psychic-adjacentness.

He and Dean have moved around so much it was probably hard to keep up with grades and schoolwork and tests. I doubt there's much time to study when you were up till 3 AM hunting down a wendigo or something. I'd be willing to bet Sam Winchester cheated on some of his tests. Nothing crazy, just a little astral peek into someone else's eyes, just to see what they got for #6.

He does the same thing with you. Now, it's obviously not to cheat off you, but, rather, to see what you've been up to. Let's say you and Sam went to Stanford together. Maybe Sam gets bored during one of his classes. Maybe he just takes a little glance through your eyes, curious about what you're doing.

Or maybe you're on a date one night with someone from your study group, Alex, if Sam remembers correctly. Sam might just check on you, see how the night is going. Maybe he even listens to a few of your thoughts. He's not trying to be creepy, he just wants to know if you're enjoying yourself, if you want a second date with this person who isn't him. He's a little ashamed at how relieved he is by your obvious distaste for the date.

When you guys start dating, he peeks in on you constantly. Because of this, he is the perfect partner.

He always knows when to ask you about your day. He never forgets any important dates. Eventually, he doesn't even have to think about it; he just knows what you're thinking and how you're feeling. Your mind is intertwined with his so wholly he hears your thoughts alongside his. All your feelings are his feelings.

That bond only strengthens when the two of you join Dean on the road.

Sam knows everything about you. Except...

You know everything about him, too.

It started small, just a little pressure in your mind, all those months ago, sitting in your dorm at Stanford. You brushed it off, thinking it was the start of a headache. You took some painkillers and forgot about it. Until your date with Alex a few weeks later, that is.

The date sucked so hard. You sat there, making painful small talk and forcing yourself to laugh at Alex's shitty jokes. You felt that same pressure in your mind, and felt a strange sort of relief flood your chest. Why were you so glad to not like Alex? You shook it off and went back to pushing your food around on your plate.

Not long after that, Sam Winchester asked you out (unlike Alex, Sam is incredibly funny and easy to talk to). The next day, that pressure returned and never went away. You slowly came to realize that it was something sentient. You tried not to think about it too hard or it creeped you out.

It never occurred to you that it could be a person until you hear your name drift through your mind. You realized it was your boyfriend immediately, Sam's deep voice breathless and whiny in you mind. Heat had shot up your spine when you had realized why he might have been so out of breath with your name on his lips.

Sam eventually tells you about being able to hear your thoughts. He is mortified when you tell him you can hear his too. Immediately after his embarrassment passes, the two of you realize you could be having full conversations in your heads. Dean thinks it's "creepy as hell" and grumbles whenever he notices you guys doing it. Sometimes you guys forget, though, and end up silently talking in front of other people. It is much harder to pretend to be FBI agents when two of you look like crazy people, staring at each other silently but making facial expressions and reacting as though you're talking animatedly.

Not that either of you particularly care. Sam can just take a peek into someone's head if they get too skeptical and stop answering questions.

Sam Winchester is literally perfect.

[princesswagger22]

AHHH OMG THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING THIS IS GREAT! ✨️💕

Also imagine reader somehow get kidnapped and they aren't even paying attention to the villain or the pain they're in they're just talking with Sam while he tries to find her and he's just saying "It's okay baby, I'm coming, promise."

Also also imagine if reader dies or gets knocked out somehow, the instant Sam can't hear their thoughts anymore he goes fucking clinically insane trying to get them to respond back. "Come on baby, speak to me."

no I'm not insane what are you talking about?? no I don't constantly think of psychic!yandere!sam winchester WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

[rrrrraquelle]

do you think Sam Winchester would just like always know what youre thinking/if youre feeling sick

like i feel like hes got the whole slightly-psychic thing going on, it doesnt feel that impossible

he always knows when you have a headache, or when youre starting to get sick

if you get periods, he always knows when youre about to start

if youve got a chronic illness (POTS, ehlers danlos, etc), he always knows when youre having/about to have a flare-up

if youve got shit joints (like me), he knows exactly whats hurting you and exactly how to help you

if youre ever mad at him for something, he always knows what he did, even if it takes him a bit to get there. none of that "babe, just tell me what i did wrong" bullshit, he owns his mistakes like a real man

knows what you want for your birthday/winter holidays without you telling him, so youre always surprised and always excited when you open the gifts from him (gifts. plural.)

if you get anxiety/panic attacks, he always knows how to help

if youre neurodivergent and/or easily overstimulated, he knows your triggers and knows exactly how to ground you without making things worse

he is the perfect man

edit: holy shit you guys i did NOT think i would get this kind of positive reception, thank you all so much

[princesswagger22]

I am very nicely asking for a part two of this because no one talks about Sam's powers and how he'd use then if he were in a serious relationship

Also bc im obsessed

[rrrrraquelle]

do you think Sam Winchester would just like always know what youre thinking/if youre feeling sick

like i feel like hes got the whole slightly-psychic thing going on, it doesnt feel that impossible

he always knows when you have a headache, or when youre starting to get sick

if you get periods, he always knows when youre about to start

if youve got a chronic illness (POTS, ehlers danlos, etc), he always knows when youre having/about to have a flare-up

if youve got shit joints (like me), he knows exactly whats hurting you and exactly how to help you

if youre ever mad at him for something, he always knows what he did, even if it takes him a bit to get there. none of that "babe, just tell me what i did wrong" bullshit, he owns his mistakes like a real man

knows what you want for your birthday/winter holidays without you telling him, so youre always surprised and always excited when you open the gifts from him (gifts. plural.)

if you get anxiety/panic attacks, he always knows how to help

if youre neurodivergent and/or easily overstimulated, he knows your triggers and knows exactly how to ground you without making things worse

he is the perfect man

edit: holy shit you guys i did NOT think i would get this kind of positive reception, thank you all so much

[castielsonlyangel]

𐙚⋆.˚ your camera roll if you traveled with the winchesters..

[legalmente-loca-blog]

Pairing: Ghostface!Dean Winchester x Female Reader x Ghostface!Sam Winchester

+18, nsfw

ও❥ The murders began during your first year at Stanford.

ও❥ You met Sam at the university. Your encounter was by chance; you shared a class. You found him somewhat shy and pleasant, and you immediately hit it off. You weren't the best at talking, but it was easy with him. He was your first friend there.

ও❥ At a university party, you bumped into his brother. It was also by chance, or at least that's what it seemed to you. You didn't know at first that he was his older brother until Sam appeared behind you and said, “Oh, you two have already met.”

ও❥ Dean seemed more arrogant and confident than Sam, but you liked him just the same. It seemed like he knew you like the back of his hand, or at least that you shared several things in common.

ও❥ Everything you shared in common, strangely enough, you had already talked about with Sam on your first day.

ও❥ You hung out with both of them often, either after class or on weekends. You made another friend and sometimes she went out with all of You.

ও❥ You started receiving mysterious calls, but you didn't tell anyone.

ও❥ Dean taking you for a ride in his car without telling Sam.

ও❥ The first murder, while widely known throughout Stanford, went somewhat unnoticed. But by the second, everyone was talking about it and how there would probably be a third.

ও❥ Sam and Dean didn't talk about it much with you, but when you first brought it up, they started talking about movies that were similar.

ও❥ Sam and Dean being possessive of you at parties.

ও❥ After the third murder, many moved to apartments off campus, or those who lived nearby moved back in with their parents, but you stayed, not having the money for an apartment, and your scholarship was already paying for your room.

ও❥ The feelings between Sam and you were growing, but so were those between you and Dean.

ও❥ After you finished showering and were wrapped in a towel, you received another call, saying he was close. You went into your room and found the killer.

ও❥ A chase ensued, but you managed to hit him, evade him, and call security. From that day on, Sam and Dean stayed by your side, and you confessed to them about the calls.

ও❥ You and Sam kissed in the library, your back against one of the shelves while he held you by the waist.

ও❥ After that, you didn't formalize your relationship, but you had coffee and study dates, your foot brushing against his.

ও❥ Dean began to notice a certain closeness between you two, but he didn't say anything until one day he went to your dorm room on campus and kissed you, saying that his little brother had told him he knew you loved both of them.

ও❥ Your friend started talking about how strange the brothers were and began secretly investigating them until one day she warned you about them and told you to stay away, but you didn't listen.

ও❥ When she died, you were the one who found her body, and after calling the police, Sam and Dean comforted you.

ও❥ The murders continued, and even one of your teachers died, found by you and the other students who entered his class.

ও❥ In one class, Sam stroked your leg under the table before putting his hand inside your underwear.

ও❥ And Dean gave you oral sex in your room.

ও❥ You were attacked again, having to jump out of a window to escape and ending up in the hospital with several cuts and bruises.

ও❥ You lost your virginity to both of them one rainy night when they stayed with you in your room. But after falling asleep between them, something changed.

ও❥ Sex in the library, classrooms, your dorm room, the motel where Dean stayed, Sam's dorm room, alleyways, etc…

ও❥ Sam and Dean were jealous of each other at times and competed to see who could give you more orgasms and make you scream the loudest during sex.

ও❥ Sam fucking you from the front while Dean does it from behind.

ও❥ They started bringing suspicious kinks into the bedroom (blood kink, knife kink, period kink, pain kink, chase kink, etc.).

ও❥ There were times when you thought about your friend's words of warning, but the brothers quickly put those thoughts out of your mind.

ও❥ What you didn't know was that Sam, from the first moment he saw you, talked to Dean and told him about you, not wanting to see you as his next victim, but as prey to play with.

ও❥ They both became obsessed with you.

ও❥ And you didn't even know that those two were the killers called Ghostface.

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[princesswagger22]

PART TWO IMMEDIATELY💥💥💥💳💳💳 💳

[lesbiandeanwinchester04]

[moranguito0]

I know why Kyle is excluded from fanfics, but I can't prove the reason behind it.

[midnightfragment]

Your writing is… *chiefs kiss*

I was wondering if you could spare some headcannons of Sam being protective over you if your feeling any cramps.

I get these really bad ones.. And they just make my stomach clench. I always think about Sam comforting you and doing anything he can to help the pain.

Having something inside helps.. So the image of him letting you use him.. Just warm him as the pains loosen from your pelvis. You spasm and try to come down from the pain and he's just sitting there ever the patient as he soothes you and sweet talks you………

Ok I'm done. This is living rent free in my head. 🫠

cramps ‹𝟹

۶ৎ warnings: period cramps, menstrual pain, hurt, comfort, smut (cockwarming, reader on top, no thrusting at first, orgasm from relief + gentle rocking)

۶ৎ a/n: so sure he would make me feel so warm😭, I loved write it. Thank you for the requestt!! Hope u like itt<333

❀࿐ Sam notices before you even say anything. You shift on the motel bed one too many times, hand drifting low to press against your lower stomach like you’re trying to hold the ache inside. He’s already closing the laptop, already moving.

❀࿐ “Hey,” voice low, careful. “Cramps?” Not really a question. He’s just confirming what his eyes already clocked three minutes ago.

❀࿐ Doesn’t wait for you to downplay it. Just reaches over, big warm palm sliding under your shirt to rest exactly where the pain sits deepest. No rubbing, no dumb little circles—just steady pressure, like he’s trying to anchor the ache with his own body heat.

❀࿐ “C’mere,” murmured against your temple while he’s already maneuvering you both. Pulls you between his thighs so your back is to his chest, your knees drawn up. He’s so much bigger than you that it feels like being tucked inside a living furnace. Arms come around you, one hand still low on your belly, the other wrapping your ribs like he’s afraid the pain might literally try to pull you apart.

❀࿐ And when you finally whisper, embarrassed but desperate, that having something inside helps… that pressure, that fullness, it eases the clenching somehow… Sam doesn’t blink. Doesn’t tease. Just kisses your temple and says, “Okay. Whatever you need.”

❀࿐ He doesn’t make it dirty. Doesn’t tease. Just shifts you carefully in his lap until you’re straddling one thick thigh, then guides your hips until you’re settled with him pressed warm and heavy against you through both your clothes. Not pushing, not grinding—just… there. Solid. Alive. A heartbeat you can feel low in your pelvis like it’s answering yours.

❀࿐ When the next cramp hits you arch, he gets you both undressed slow, careful, like you’re something fragile and holy. Lies back on the bed, long legs spread just enough, pulls you over him so you’re straddling his hips. No rush. No expectation. He’s already hard from the closeness, from the little sounds you make when another cramp rolls through, but he doesn’t push.

❀࿐ You end up rocking instinctively—tiny helpless movements trying to chase relief. He lets you. One big hand splays across your lower back, encouraging without leading.

❀࿐ He doesn’t thrust. Doesn’t chase anything. He just stays buried deep, warm and thick and perfectly still while your body works through the worst of it. Every time you spasm around him he lets out these soft, punched-out sounds, but he never once complains. Never once tries to move. Just keeps murmuring soft words against your hair

❀࿐ When the cramps finally start to ebb, when your body stops trying to fold in on itself and starts to melt instead, that’s when he moves—just tiny, rocking shifts, enough to keep the pressure right where you need it. Enough to tip you slowly, achingly, into something softer than pain.

❀࿐ And when you finally start to come down—body shuddering, breaths jagged, a fine sweat on your upper lip—he doesn’t move an inch. Just keeps you pinned against him, full-body heat, full-body safety. You’re still clenching around him, little aftershocks making you twitch, and all he does is stroke your hair back from your damp forehead.

❀࿐ “Still hurts?” he asks eventually, so quiet you almost miss it.

❀࿐ You shake your head against his collarbone. “Less. A lot less.”

❀࿐ He smiles—small, private, only-for-you. “Good. Then we’re staying right here.”

❀࿐ And you do. For hours. Him keeping you full, keeping you warm, keeping the pain at bay like it’s his only job in the world.

[deansslutt77]

Hiiiii could you write some Sam Winchester fluffy smut with a fem reader? Like she’s self conscious because she has acne and thinks that Sam would never want her but her but he does and proves it.

Sorry if this request is weird! I just thought I’d send one in since you were asking

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ! ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Thinking about boyfriendAU!Sam Winchester getting on his knees for his girlfriend, whenever she feels insecure!

Warnings: Almost none! insecurities, oral sex, emotional topics maybe?

(wc: ≈ 1k)

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

| The motel room was quiet, except for the occasional typing of Sam's long fingers against the keyboard of his laptop. He was researching, while you stood in the narrow bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Undeniably pretty. Or at least in Sam's eyes. Not yours.

You looked at your reflection, watching your face closely, when tears pool up in your eyes. It’s not your fault. None of this is. And yet, you can’t help but pick at your acne, making your face look redder, puffier, and even bleed on a few spots. It was going to leave marks.

Just as you felt like the world was dawning on you, Sam heard you sniffling. Tall and broad frame appearing behind you, as you looked at your reflection, his hands on your hips, grounding you.

"Baby, what did you do? What’s wrong? Hey, you’re bleeding—" He whispered soothingly, yet his tone carried worry. He spun you around, wanting to face you, as he ran his thumbs under your teary eyes.

"I don’t know— I just.. I wish I didn’t look like this— I.. I’ve tried everything.. You probably think I‘m weird, right? Gross?" You’d remember what other said about you before.

'Have you tried washing your face?' Assholes.

"What are you saying, sweetheart? No— of course, not. You’re the prettiest girl I know.." Sam soothed, as he wrapped his arms around you, comfortingly rubbing your back, letting you hide your face against him, as he pressed kisses against the top of your head.

"You’re lying— You are, Sam! I don’t look good—" You sob against him.

And that’s when he decides to take matters into his own hands.

He picked you up, gently helping you wrap your legs around his waist, while he carried you over to the bed, and laid you down as carefully as he could.

Sam Winchester, the 6'4 tall man, dropped to his knees in front of you, and gently lifted your shirt, in order to press kisses to your stomach.

"Sammy, what are you doing..?" You’d ask, before he began unzipping your jeans, pulling them down to reveal your lace panties.

"Shh, don’t worry. I’ll show you just how much I love you, baby. This okay, right.?" He cooed, leaning down to press another kiss right against your clothed pussy, his nose nudging your clit deliciously. You nod.

Gently, he pulled them off of you, revealing your glistening cunt. He took his time, carefully kissing over your inner thighs, parting them, as he dipped his head between them, and dragged his flattened tongue along your cunt.

Slowly, he began lapping at your arousal, his eyes fluttering shut, as he let out filthy groans and almost whines that vibrated through your body.

"Oh— Sammy..!" You moan, as your hand came down to slightly tug on his shaggy hair, only spurring him on to eat you out even better.

"Mm.. baby, you’re so pretty. Best pussy I’ve ever had. Let me see you, sweetheart, don’t hide.." Sam praised you, as he began inserting two of his thick fingers into your weeping hole, curling them just at your g spot, hard enough to make your back arch off the bed.

"Ah—" Your voice echoed through the run down motel room.

"Good girl, taking it so well, baby.. Let me worship this pretty body. Let me see your pretty face, when you come.. Use my face, baby.." Sam reassured you, his puppy eyes looking at you as if you were the center of his entire world.

His fingers thrusted in and out of your cunt with gentleness yet incredible precision, as he sucked and lapped at your puffy clit, giving you mind blowing pleasure.

When you felt your orgasm approach, your thighs clamped around his head, as your fingers dug into his scalp. Not harshly, just like a massage.

He kneaded your hips and thighs, as he sped up a little, his hips slightly grinding against the frame of the bed, when he got lost in your taste. This man honestly got off on getting you off..

You came with such intense pleasure that you swore you saw stars for a moment, your body tensing as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, before eventually relaxing.

Sam could finally breathe, as your legs loosened around his head again.. but he looked happier than ever, as he watched your fucked out expression and the way frustration and insecurity had slowly left your body.

He pressed a final kiss to your clit, before looking up, arousal dripping from his chin and coating his lips and the tip of his sharp nose.

"Love you, pretty girl.." He told you, as he leaned over your body again and buried his face against your shoulder, just quietly laying with you and making you feel appreciated and loved.

In his eyes, you were the prettiest. Acne didn’t change that.

‹𝟹 Writer's note: This was absolutely lovely to write, as I have struggled with it too! Don’t ever apologize! This request wasn’t weird at all and I hope you like it<3 Just know that your acne doesn’t define you and you’re pretty no matter what! If you guys have any other requests or ideas, lmk! xoxo —ℳ ‹𝟹

[anxietyproblem]

[writing-prompt-s]

you're a dog. You live with a family. A man, a wife, two children. The man yells a lot. He throws a plate. Worst rage ever. Thousands of years ago, an ancient bargain. You know your duty. Protect the pack. That bastard isn't pack anymore.

[ijustwannawritepls]

Scenes to Write When Your Draft Feels Flat

Not epic or climactic. Just... alive.

• A character almost admits they were wrong and then pivots • Two people sitting in a car after an argument, engine off, neither leaving • Someone practicing a speech in the mirror and hating how it sounds • A character lying for someone they resent • An inside joke that no longer feels funny • A public setting where private tension is simmering • Someone seeing their ex unexpectedly and performing indifference • A character giving advice they absolutely do not follow • A confession interrupted by something mundane • A person rereading old messages they shouldn’t • A gift that misses the mark completely • A character realizing they’ve outgrown someone mid-conversation • Someone saying “It’s fine” and meaning “I will remember this forever” • A moment where a character notices they are no longer the favorite • Two people who used to be close struggling to find a topic

If your story feels stuck, it likely needs friction. Not explosions. Just a little pressure.