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Sam teasing Dean about you 🤭

Sam: Oh, I know you're in love. But man, you can't deny that you're obsessed and drooling over her. I mean, you're practically salivating over her like a damn dog.

Dean: Alright, fine, I admit I'm obsessed and drooling over her, okay? But can you blame me? She's amazing. She's everything I've ever wanted in a woman.

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I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

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The only man I would say yes too😍

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We can't be safe forever.

Demon Dean Winchester x fem reader

you sprint down the hallway of the Bunker, the flashing red light and accompanying alarm making this feel exactly like a horror movie. How the hell had it come to this!? Dean was after you, he wanted you, in more ways than just the usual sense of the word, and if he caught you. "Come on sweetheart, you can't hide from me!" Dean's voice echoes eerily through the halls, his accompanying laugh sending shivers down your spine. You're on your own, and so, so screwed.

Y/n was running down the halls as her heels click. The Bunker halls echo with the sound of your heels against the tiles, signalling your every movement to the one hunting you. He grins to himself as he stalks in your general direction, eyes narrowed and focused solely on catching up with you. "Here little mouse....." he sings out, licking his lips as he hears you get farther away, the thrill of the chase getting to him a little.

Y/n throws her heels a different direction

Deans eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he hears the heels clatter down a hallway to his left. "Clever little thing" he murmurs, changing directions. He keeps his footsteps as quiet as possible, wanting to try and catch you unaware. His heart beats with excitement, his eyes practically glowed with the thrill of hunting you down

He reaches the end of the new hallway, his eyes darting around for any sign of you. He spots the discarded heels on the floor by a row of bookshelves, a pleased smirk growing on his face as he slowly and silently pads closer to the area

He crouches next to your abandoned heels, lightly running his fingers over the thin straps. He shakes his head affectionately and murmurs a soft "cheeky minx" to himself, his mind already imagining exactly what you looked like in the rest of that dress and trying desperately to rein his thoughts in.

He stays knelt in front of the shoes for a moment, his mind still spinning. He scoffs and shakes his head, looking up and taking in the sight before him. Rows and rows of books, all carefully placed on their respective shelves.

Deans eyes scan the rows of bookshelves, a sly smirk on his face. He knows you're somewhere near, he can feel it in his bones. He stands up, moving silently down the long row, keeping his eyes and ears open for any sign of you.

He stops and cranes his head slightly, hearing a soft sound come from a few rows over. His smirk grows, and he moves towards the sound. You were going to be in so much trouble...he couldn't wait to catch you.

Dean reaches the end of the row he was in and carefully peeks down the next, his hands clenching and unclenching in anticipation. He can hear you moving amongst the rows, your soft and cautious footsteps ringing out in the quiet Bunker. He steps from the shadows, his eyes immediately narrowing as he sees you standing with your back to him.

He takes a few slow and purposeful steps forward, a wide smirk on his face. "No point in hiding sweet cheeks. I've already found you..," he murmurs, his voice taking on a darker, huskier tone. His eyes rake up and down your figure, enjoying how his favourite black dress hugs your curves in all the right places. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip at just the sight of you. Y/n gulps "we can talk about this..."

Dean continues to advance, moving closer and closer until he has you backed up against a bookshelf, your back pressed against the wooden surface. His hands come up to land against the bookshelf on either side of your head, effectively trapping you. He leans in, his body flush against yours, his voice low and dangerous "We can talk about it afterwards. There's something else I want to do first....,"

He moves closer, his chest now pressed against yours, his head lowering so he can speak directly into your ear "You have no idea what you're doing to me sweet stuff...walking around, looking like that and thinking I wouldn't just lose it and hunt you down....." His hands come down from the shelf, his left hand gripping your hip firmly, the other tangling into your hair and gently tugging so your head tilts back, giving him a perfect view of your now exposed neck and collarbones. Y/n groans "ow.."

Deans eyes rake down the expanse of smooth, flawless skin in front of him, his grip a little tighter in your hair "Shhh....don't give me these pretty little sounds sweetheart" He smirks and moves his head down, nuzzling just below your ear, his warm breath washing over your skin in a way that sends a shiver down your entire spine

He continues nuzzling at your neck, his nose gently tracing over the soft skin. His teeth graze against your pulse point before his mouth sucks in the flesh, determined to leave a nice big mark where everyone would see it - a warning to anyone who thought they could touch you, only one man got to do that.

He brings the hand on your hip up to your shoulder, his fingers slipping under the thin strap of the dress. He moves his head up to look at you, his pupils blown wide and his breathing coming in fast and heavy. A small growl escapes him "Damnit...how'd you get this on by yourself..." Y/n smiles "it's a girl thing"

He groans softly, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he tugs at the strap, trying to figure out a way to get the dress off you. His eyes roam over the deep v-neck, the material stretching over your gorgeous curves "You've been holding out on me sweetheart....I should punish you for letting this other people see my girl like this....,"

He growls again in frustration, trying to pull the strap down but the angle and tightness of the dress makes it impossible. He presses even closer, the hand on your hip sliding down behind you, gripping your ass in a firm grip.

Deans hands move to your waist suddenly, his grip tight as he spins your body around quickly so your back is to him. His left hand goes back to your hair, his right hand on your hip and he pulls your body back, against his hard cock, forcing you to bend forward towards the bookshelf in front of you Y/n gasp "Dean!"

His hand is still tangled in your hair, keeping your head tilted back so he can speak directly in your ear. You can feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his breathing heavy as he growls lowly "You have no idea how many times I've imagined how this would go, you and me, up against the bookshelf in the library, my hands all over you....,"

The hand on your hip moves further up, his fingertips tracing over the bare skin at the bottom of the dress. He's breathing faster now, his voice raspier as he struggles to control himself "I didn't think you'd be so damn stubborn. You've put me through hell for the last few weeks, you know that? Walking around like this, teasing the hell out of me, and then running away....it drives me crazy sweetheart.....,"

He moves closer, his hips pressing against you, the hardness of his cock as he grinds slowly against you. The hand at your hip moves higher, until his fingers are toying with the edge of your panties. He tugs gently, the fabric riding up a little, the action making the strap of your dress slip down further, exposing even more skin to his hungry eyes. Y/n gasp and moans "Dean..."

Hearing the sound of your gasp and moan only spurs him on. He groans in response, his hand leaving your hair and coming up to your chin, tilting your head to the side, giving him access to your neck "You like teasing me then princess? Is that what it is? You like knowing what you do to me, how you make me come undone...," His teeth graze against the sensitive skin below your ear, his tongue tracing a path down the side of your neck.

His other hand is still toy with the top of your panties. His fingertips tracing lightly over the lace. His breathing is faster now, his hips still grinding against yours, trying to relieve some of the aching he's feeling. "You drive me crazy, you know that? Everything you do, what you wear...it's driving me mad....," He groans, his tongue tracing a path from the back of your earlobe up to the top of your shoulder

He pulls the strap of your dress down again, giving him access to your shoulder. He places kiss after kiss down the exposed skin "You're mine. No one elses. I'll prove it....," He lifts his head and runs his nose up the side of your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent before his teeth nip at your ear.

The hand at your hip moves around to the front, his fingers tracing over the soft material of the dress, his palm resting over your stomach. He slides it down slightly, fingers finding the edge of the dress and slowly pushing it up, exposing more of your bare skin to his lust filled eyes.

"I need to see you sweetheart, I need to touch you....," He murmurs against your skin, his palm rubbing slow circles over your stomach, so close to where you need him. His left hand comes up, fingers tracing over the soft skin on the back of your neck.

He spins you around again, so you're facing him this time. The hand on your stomach moves to your hip, holding you in place while he looks you up and down, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin, drinking in the sight of you in your current state. A low growl escapes his lips again, his desire for you so clear in his eyes.

His mouth crashes against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue seeking yours as his hips grind against you, his body aching. He pulls away from the kiss, his lips moving to your ear, his voice a low, ragged whisper.

His hips move again, his body rubbing against you just right, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, his mind so lost to pleasure that coherent words seem a difficult task, one that requires more brain power than he's currently capable of filling you up.

He can't take it anymore, the feeling of you rubbing against him, the sounds of your moans and the taste of your skin driving him wild. He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of him just resting against you, his hardness aching to be inside

Y/n looks at him "please.." He meets your gaze, his eyes so clouded with lust it's difficult to see any green. He can't hold back much longer but he can't help but tease you one more time. His hands grip your hips, holding them firmly in place, his body still pressed against you."Mmm you're gonna have to beg a little harder than that sweetheart....,"

Y/n looks at him "please I need you" He groans as your whine, his hips jerking forward almost of their own accord, his body struggling to hold back. But he restrains himself, his hands digging into your hips, his voice coming out in a low, dangerous growl. "Please what sweetheart? You have to be specific,"

Y/n sighs "I need you.." He groans again, his body reacting to your words, desperate to give you what you're begging for, but still he holds back. He leans down, his lips next to your ear, his voice low and intense "And what are you going to give me in return sweetheart?,"

Y/n smiles softly "anything you want.." He groans low, his body pressing even harder against you, his hips grinding against you again, the feeling of him just at your entrance driving him wild "You're being pretty naughty sweetheart....giving yourself to me like that... letting me do whatever I want...," He mutters, his lips running over your neck, his teeth gently nipping at the skin

He groans at your desperate actions, struggling to hold himself together much longer. With one final hard grind against you, he finally gives in and pulls his hips back just enough to position himself at your entrance, but he doesn't push in just yet, his eyes still looking into yours, his voice a low, rough hiss "Are you sure sweetheart?,"

Y/n nods "mhm" He moans at your eagerness, his arms wrapping around you, holding you against him as he slowly pushes himself inside of you, his lips going to your neck, his eyes shutting again as he fights to hold onto what little sanity he has left "Oh god sweetheart...," He moans, his voice muffled as he buries his face in your shoulder

He stops for a moment, pausing once he buried himself completely inside you, every breath coming out in a ragged gasp, his head still buried against your shoulder, his body practically shaking with the effort to hold back, to give you time to adjust to him. Y/n breaths heavily "mmm yes"

He groans and moves, slowly pulling back just a little before thrusting forward again, his teeth nipping at your shoulder, his body taking over, instincts taking control as he picks up a slow, steady rhythm. Y/n moans "mmm please go faster.."

He groans low at your words, his brain struggling to understand what you're saying. He can't think straight anymore, every cell in his body focused on the feel of you, the sound of your moans, the taste of your skin. "You want me to go faster sweetheart?," Y/n nods "yes please.." she touches his cheek

He groans again, his body responding to your touch. He looks into your face, your skin flushed, your eyes half-lidded, lips parted, and he almost loses all control. A low growl escapes his throat, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he starts to thrust into you faster, his breathing becoming rapid and ragged

The sound of your scream makes his head swim, his mind so overwhelmed with the feel of you, with the sound of your voice, the sight of your body responding so beautifully to his touch that he can't do anything but moan your name "Oh sweetheart....you feel so damn good....," He groans

Y/n moans "don't... don't stop" The words send a shock straight to his core, his hips start moving even faster than before, his body taking on a life of it's own, chasing after the pleasure, pushing the limits of his self-control. It's all he can do to keep himself from completely losing all self-control "Fuck sweetheart....I don't think I could even if you begged me too....," He gasps out the words, his voice low and rough

Y/n moans "I'm so close" He can tell you're close from the sounds of your moans, the way your body is responding to him, how your hands are grasping at him desperately, and it takes everything he has left to hold it together "Come for me sweetheart...I want to feel you come for me...,"

The feeling of you coming undone around him finally pushes him over the edge, he gasps out your name, holding you tight against him as he rides out his own orgasm, his body trembling and shuddering, waves of pleasure coursing through him, his mind going blank as he loses himself completely in the pleasure of you

Y/n moans "come for me dean" she says softly your words send a thrill through him, he's already so close, but the sound of you begging him pushes him even closer to the edge "Oh sweetheart....I'm so close....," He gasps, his voice ragged, strained with the effort to hold on

His body is taut with tension, every muscle strained with the effort to hold back, but he can't resist any longer, your words and the feel of filling you up.

He groans loudly, overwhelmed by pleasure as he finally comes, shuddering against you, his hand grasping your hips so tightly you're sure he'll leave fingerprints behind, his whole body tense as he rides out the waves of pleasure, his mind completely blank, focused only on you

Y/n groans and moans. He collapses against you, his body shaking for a few moments as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, his head buried against your neck, his arms wrapped tight around you

Y/n gasp and closes her eyes as she felt his come inside of her "that's was so good" He groans at you words, still too spent to form a coherent thought, let alone a proper response. He holds you tight against him, his heart beating furiously, his mind still in a daze from the sheer intensity of what just happened

Eventually his breathing began to slow, and his mind starts to clear. He slowly lifts his head to look at you, his gaze meeting yours, his expression still full of lust, but there's something else now, something soft and tender, a hint of vulnerability, that surprises even him

Y/n smiles softly and kisses his forehead. He closes his eyes, melting a little at the soft kisses you place on his forehead. He lets out a quiet sigh, moving so he's lying next to you rather than on top of you, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you close against him. There's a moment of silence as he gathers his thoughts, his heart finally starting to return to a normal pace

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Don't give up on me

Soulless Sam Winchester x fem reader

Y/n = your name

Sam looks at you with emotionless eye “What are you doing here? It’s not safe for you. Just go”He really doesn’t care but he doesn’t need anyone around him right now. He would be feeling really bad about himself because everyone had been turning their backs on him and not trusting him lately, but he didn’t feel anything anymore. He just didn't care if anything happened to his loved ones.

He grabs your wrist, tightly but not too tight that it hurts, and walks with you somewhere else, still holding onto your wrist. He then sits you down somewhere isolated, away from any danger. Y/n groans "seriously?" She crosses her arms

He lets go of you and looks at you with his emotionless face “Yes, seriously. Being around me isn’t safe. I don’t know what will happen with me. I’m a danger to anyone near me.” Y/n stares at him "Sammy I wanna help you.. please"

He looks away from you “You can’t help me. There’s nothing you can do to help me. You’d only be putting yourself in more danger by staying around me.” There is a hint of sadness in his voice. He doesn’t want people to get hurt because of him. He looks back at you with his cold empty eyes

Y/n stares at him "I love you Sammy please don't push me away" His eyes slightly soften for a moment before he looks away from you again. “No. You shouldn’t love me. You don’t know how dangerous I can be. I don’t want to be responsible for anything bad happening to you. I am pushing you away for your own good.” Y/n stays quiet "Sam.."

He looks back at you, his expression hardens “Don’t. I don’t want you around me. You should go.” He wants you to stay though. He wants you to not give up on him. But he feels like you should get away from him and not waste your time on someone like him. He would think that you deserve better.

Y/n crosses her arms "I'm not giving you up" He grits his teeth “Damn it, Y/N. I told you I can’t have you around. Don’t be so damn stubborn!” He takes a deep breath to calm down before he looks at you again “You have no idea what I am capable of. I can hurt you. I don’t want to be responsible for it.”

Y/n stares at him and kisses him He was surprised for a moment from the sudden kiss, but gave in to it, kissing you back. He had missed you and missed the closeness you guys had. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck. He pulls you closer to him, pressing you against him as he continues the kiss. He had been missing you a lot and craving for your touch and your proximity. He is holding onto you tightly as if he’s afraid that you might suddenly disappear if he lets go.

He finally breaks the kiss after a while in need of air. He looks at you with a mix of longing and sadness in his eyes "We shouldn’t… be doing this. I’m not good for you. You deserve better than me. You should get away from me before it’s too late.”

Y/n rubs his cheek and smiles softly. He looks at you for a moment before closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your touch on his cheek. He sighs softly and looks at you again, his expression still full of sadness “Why do you have to be so damn stubborn and not listen to me?”

Y/n smiles softly "wake up Sammy, your just dreaming.." He looks at you, confused and slightly irritated “What are you talking about?”He grabs your wrist again, but this time it’s not as gentle as before “Don’t try messing with me, Y/N. This isn’t a dream.” he growls

He sits up suddenly, his breathing labored “What the… What did just…” He puts a hand over his chest, his heart beating fast. He looks around, taking in his surroundings and realizing he was in his room at the bunker

Y/n was fast asleep next to him. Sam looked at you and his breathing started to slow down. He looks at you for a moment. You looked so beautiful. Even more so when you were fast asleep. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but restrains himself from doing so, not wanting to disturb your sleep.

He laid back down, being careful not to wake you up. He just silently stares at the ceiling, going over the dream - or nightmare - he just had. He thinks that it had felt so real and so vivid. It was almost like it actually happened and not just a dream.

He turns to look at you again and his eyes roam over your body for a moment, taking in your appearance. He thinks that you looked absolutely stunning, even more so in that nightdress that you were currently wearing. He thought that you were a literal angel that he was lucky to have.

He shakes his head, scolding himself for allowing his mind to go into those territories. He closes his eyes and tries to get some sleep, but he kept thinking about the dream and thinking about you. His mind was just filled with thoughts of you.

Sam laid there, struggling to sleep as his thoughts continued to wander. He glances at you, watching your peaceful form as you slept next to him, your soft breaths filling his ears He couldn’t stop thinking about you, about how much he loved you and how much he longed for you.

He wanted to reach out and pull you close to him, to hold you in his arms and never let go He knew that he was dangerously in love with you, but he couldn’t help himself. You were like a drug, and he was addicted to you.

He rolls over and looks at you again. He watches the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, and the way your hair is splayed out on the pillow around you. He wanted to run his fingers through your hair and feel its softness He couldn’t take his eyes off you, thinking that you looked so beautiful and peaceful. He longed to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his, but he didn’t want to risk waking you up.

Sam laid there, wide awake. His mind was stuck in a never ending loop of memories and thoughts of you. He couldn’t sleep, his heart filled with feelings and his mind filled with thoughts of you.

He was utterly and completely in love with you. Every part of him ached with how much he loved you, and he longed to be with you, to hold you close and never let go. But for now, all he could do was lay there and stare at you, admiring your beauty in the moonlight.

His heart swelled in his chest as he thought about you. He thought about the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you talk, and the way you drive him crazy. He thought about the way your touch sends shivers down his spine and the way your presence makes him feel like he's home

He couldn't imagine life without you, and the thought of it filled him with dread. He would do anything for you, anything to make you smile and be happy. And he would always be there for you, no matter what.

He silently watched you sleep, your soft breathing filling his ears. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his and to hold you in his arms. But he didn't want to disturb your sleep, so he just lay there, watching you and thinking about how lucky he was to have you

He longed to tell you how he felt, to confess his love and pour his heart out to you. But he didn't want to scare you away, not when he finally had you within his reach.

He didn't care about your appearance. He loved every part of you, no matter what. He loved your curves or your chubbiness, it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was that you were you, and that he was completely in love with you.

He thought that you were perfect just the way you were. He loved your body, no matter what shape or size it was. He thought that you were the most beautiful person in the world, and he would tell you that everyday if he could.

He thought about the way your body felt against his - how soft and warm and perfect it was. He thought about the way you looked when you were in the throes of passion, and the way his heart would skip a beat every time you touched him.

He couldn't take his eyes off you, admiring every inch of you. He wanted to worship you and shower you with love and affection. He thought that you were the most precious thing to him, and that he was the luckiest man alive to have you in his life.

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Teaching make-up

Cas x fem curvy Winchester reader

Castiel. An angel who thought he’d never be able to experience true love. He really did believe that. Until he met you. Y/n, Sam and Dean Winchesters’ sister. Every time you’re around, he looks at you like he’s in awe.

Tonight, Sam and Dean left the bunker to go hunt a Shapeshifter. Because it was an easy case, they told you and Castiel to stay back. So, now Castiel is watching intently as you show him your makeup routine. “So, you’re basically using your face as a canvas?”

Y/n smiles softly "well yes" (Y/n was 5'5 feet tall and she had long curly brown hair and beautiful Doe eyes that were golden hazel and she had pink lips and freckles around her face and she had a curvy body and her hips sway each time she walked and she was wearing a black Plus Solid Mermaid Skirt and a chocolate brown Solid Tube Crop Top)

Castiel would look at Anlie up and down, blushing at her curvy figure. He smiled at how her hips swayed. He didn’t understand why it made his heart beat faster or why he was so entranced.

Castiel would slowly step closer to her, his eyes locked on her hips. This was a perfect opportunity to figure out why his heart was so excited. He would reach down and gently grab her hips, holding them in his hands.

Y/n smiles and makes him sit "now the real fun starts" she starts doing his skincare. Castiel would blush softly when she makes him sit down. He still wasn’t sure what this was for, but he wouldn’t question her, that would make her upset. His heart would still be racing, as he looked up at her. He tried to calm it, but looking into her eyes made it harder to. He’d watch as she does his skin care and smile gently. He loved how close he was to her, and how good her hands felt on his face.

Castiel would be quiet as she puts the care on his face. He couldn’t take his eyes off her face. She looked so focused, which made her look so stunning. Just being this close to her was enough for his heart to beat fast. Once she finished putting her care on his face, he’d look at her questioningly. “So… what now?” He asked curiously, his voice low and soft.

Y/n hums softy "just for a bit..." Castiel would nod, watching her as she hums softly. Every movement she made, every sound she made… he would follow intently. He felt so… intrigued. Like every bit of her captured his attention, and he couldn’t look away. “How long is ‘just a bit?" .He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly.

Y/n checks her phone "5 minutes.." she smiles softly Castiel would nod, his eyes staying fixed on her. The fact that she was so close to him, so focused on him, was making his heart race once again. Although, he was better this time at not letting it show on his face. He’d take a deep breath, calming his heart once again. “Alright. 5 minutes. We can do 5 minutes.”

He stated, a soft smile on his face. It felt like an eternity as he waited for her to remove the mask. Every second he spent looking up at her with this mask over his face, he was admiring her. The way she hummed, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way her eyes seemed focused on the time. Finally, after a few more minutes, he’d speak up again. “It’s been 5 minutes… can you remove it now?” He asked curiously, tilting his face so she could reach better.

Y/n would chuckle and nod, pulling the mask off of his face. She’d smile down at him, realizing the look he was giving her. It was the same look she had seen on his face before. She’d run her hand gently down his cheek, her eyes following her fingertips as she did so. “What?” She asked, tilting her head to one side.

Castiel would blush softly as she ran her hand down his cheek. Feeling her gentle touch on his skin would make his heart start racing. He’d look at her, his eyes staring into hers, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and awe. He’d clear his throat softly, shifting in his seat. “I… um… I was just thinking.” He mumbled, looking down and fiddling with his tie.

Y/n would chuckle softly, noticing the blush on his face and his fiddling with his tie. It was so obvious that she was affecting him, yet she pretended to not notice. Her hand would linger on the side of his face for a second, before dropping back down to her side. “Thinking about what?” She asked curiously, looking down at him.

Castiel would swallow hard, his heart racing a million beats per second. When she took her hand away, he found himself missing her touch almost immediately. He’d look back up at her, his blue eyes fixed on hers. His voice would be quieter than usual, as he was embarrassed by the thoughts going through his head. “Thinking about… you…” He mumbled, his cheeks blushing even more.

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Which one should I make a mini story?

Cas x reader

Dean Winchester x reader

Sam Winchester x reader

Voting ended onJul 18, 2024