nat

and he never thinks of me, except when I’m on tv

[velvetwinchester]

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨!

natasha - 24 - she/her - gemini

interests - supernatural, the boys, jensen ackles, jared padalecki, marvel, film, writing, taylor swift, sabrina carpenter. writing for - supernatural characters, soldier boy, jackles characters.

mostly nsfw! | 18+ only | minors dni/dnf!

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[r4bidabbott]

more perv!pope cody because u freaks seem to enjoy it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 18+

pope cody who would invite you to go to the gym with him because in his words 'there's freak who are going to stare at you. wouldn't want anything to happen to you.'' the only freak really being him who was obsessed with how you looked when you were sweating and tired. his teeth would clench so hard at the sight of you in your tight work out clothes, a pretty matching pink set that hugged you so well. he couldn't help but glance over at the sight of you in the passenger seat as you rode to the gym together. he swears he could see the outline of your cunt in the tight spandex. you did that on purpose.

his workout was going horrible, yours seemed to be going great though. he would catch himself staring at you as he lifted, watching the way your tits would bounce as you ran on the treadmill. god all he wanted to do was lick the sweat off of you. he had to go back to pretending to lift as you stopped your run, making your way over to him. "andrew, can you help me lift?" you would ask, slightly out of breath as you smiled down at him to where he sat on the bench. he couldn't say anything, just nodded quickly moving to let you replace his spot on the bench.

it was the perfect angle. you laying flat on your back with the bar just above your chest. your tits looked like they were about to suffocate you. he could hold them out of the way if you asked nicely enough. pope stood up by your head, staring down at you. perfect angle to fuck your throat and cum all over your chest. he watched as your shaky arms began to press, his own hands hovering lightly to make sure he was there to catch the bar if it dropped. he knew he was hard, he knew you could tell, and he didn't have a care in the world. his dick was so close to your head that if you sat up you were sure to get hit in the face.

it wasn't till you had asked him to stand behind you as you squatted that he felt like he could cum then and there. you were definitely doing this on purpose. if you wanted him to fuck, why wouldn't you just ask? he stood only inches behind you, hands hovering over your hips and eyes staring straight at your ass. everything was too much for him. the way you had a sheen of sweat covering your body, the smell of you filling his nose, and the way your ass was centimeters from brushing his dick. he'd take you right here if the gym wasn't full. not that he cared, he just didn't want anyone to see you like that. you had finally given up, racking the bar back up. you hadn't even realized he was still right behind you, stumbling back into him a little bit. that was the tip of the ice berg for him, a small groan leaving his lips as your ass pressed right to his crotch, his hands flying to grip your hips tightly.

you waited a moment, knowing exactly what had just happened. you turned slowly to look down at his now unhard dick before back up to his face. "did you just cum?" you mumbled, an eyebrow raised at him. all he could do was clear his throat, cheeks slightly red as he scratched at the back of his neck. "how pathetic," you snickered, turning to walk towards where your water bottle sat, leaving him there. you definitely only accepted his invitation to the gym to humiliate him.

[ickology]

18+ ⫶ MR. FAUX SYMPATHY ℘ requested jack abbot who fakes sympathy while cooing you through overstimulation .

you don’t know which one is worse. the way jack’s hips are angled with the cruelest precision, the head of his dick charging sweet into that soft, spongy wall inside of you — bullying that poor spot until your toes are curling over by overwhelming pleasure.

or the way each word falling from his lips feeds you nothing but sweet praises laced in such a condescending manner, feigning compassion while milking every ounce of pleasure from your overstimulated cunt.

either way, your answer wouldn’t matter. not when abbot’s screwing every fathomable thought loose outside of your head, turning you into a blubbering mess underneath him.

“mmgh— pl-please, j’!” you slurred stammering, swallowing the saliva pooled at the back of your throat from your never ending moaning. the soft pads of your hands push against his sculpted chest, attempting to flee from the merciless thrusts of his hips as you push from underneath him.

“awn- c’mon, sweetheart.” his eyes dragged over you body, taking in the very few millimeters of space that you created between you two before pulling you back down onto cock making you gasp for air.

your fingers folding inwards, clawing into the flesh of jack’s chest as he buries himself further inside your pussy making your insides choke around his length, involuntarily twitching and squeezing as your spine arches forward — pressing yourself against him.

jack feigns a frown, biting back an uncontrollable smile because he just thinks that you look so fucking adorable beneath him right now.

eyes glossed over with lashes clumping together from those thick tears fall down your cheeks, and the little sniffles you take every other second to not snot yourself as you cry from an indescribable amount of pleasure. you can’t even moan jack’s name without it turning into an incoherent mess. “j—j .. ja-nnghn.”

“that’s it, my sweet girl.” jack coos, a gentle rasps scratching at his throat as he brings one of the hands locked behind you knees to your face. gently cradling the side of your head as his thumb brushes away any stray tears. “so damn sensitive, all for me.” he watches you nuzzle into his palm, and it makes his cock twitch as he lets out a gravelly groan before grinding his hips deeper into you — a direct target against the spot that makes your bladder feel instantly full.

“i can’t, i can’t, mmff— you c-can’t!” you yelp, pleading as you shake your head feeling the throb of your clit want to burst. “shh.. yes you can, darlin’.” he shushes, ducking down to press his forehead against yours.

his eyes on yours, convincing you that it’s possible as his thrusts never stop bullying into that sweet spot. he has no intention of stopping, even with your begging. “please, ja—mphck!” a moan rips through your throat as jack delivers the cruelest, toe curling stroke that makes you go completely mute as your eyes roll back to your skull.

your body quivers under his, mouth open with no words coming out as you take each and every thrust he feeds your abused pussy.

“look at you, baby— you’re doin’ it right now.” he hums satisfyingly, watching you choke to find inaudible words as his groan lingers. “i know, sweetheart i know— jj knows it’s a lot for you, yeah.” he whispers, lips grazing against yours, “it’ll all be over soon, okay baby?” he assures, as his hips tell the complete opposite. “just keep singin’ my name would’ya’.”

[valyriandreamerr]

yall don’t understand i need to climb him like a fucking tree while he calls me his whore like i need that dick biblically,i actually have never felt this way about a man like that’s my daddy

[sainteangel]

dean if they let him keep his jewellery

[fab-five-frankie]

[milleniumpire]

Innocent/shy reader who lives with Dean who has a nasty corruption kink walks into the house and sees a girl giving Dean a blowjob or Dean watching obscene porn in the tv and jerking himself??? Thoughts on this concept??🫡🫡

Because seeing him with another woman would break my little heart we’re going with the jerking one. And dear god is that a visual. He’s sitting in the living room, just waiting for you to come home and see. He has exactly what he wants to show you queued up on the tv, freaky enough that you wouldn’t find it yourself but not so intimidating that you’re too scared to watch. He hears your key in the door, and he swears he feels himself get harder. You walk in straight to the living room, and he's posted there just waiting for you. You freeze, obviously, not knowing what the hell to do in this situation. You're mostly just... surprised, but there's a healthy dash of anticipation and something starting to warm in your belly. He's so casual, totally relaxed while you watch his huge hand lazily pump at his even huger cock. A laugh gets caught on your throat when you realize that he's bigger than the guy in the video.

"Somethin' funny, sweetheart?" He sounded every bit as sure of himself as you would expect, and that voice, like always, did something to you. Knocked you off balance, cut off your train of thought, and even if you didn't have the vocabulary for it you wanted him to talk you through it. You wanted to hear that voice telling you how well you were taking him, how tight you feel around his thick cock, how he wishes he could take a video of how perfect you sound all full of him.

"Cat got your tongue? You're always a little shy but are you really just gonna stand there and watch?"

You stood there and watched him.

"I mean you can..."

"No! No, I'll, um, come over." You felt intensely awkward, even if he was the one with his pants down. If you hadn't stolen a pair of his sweats straight from his hamper last week you maybe wouldn't be as excited about this whole coming-home-to-cock-and-porn thing. It was extra exciting because it was new. You weren't stupid, you weren't a child, but the intense thrum of desire and how you felt like you were about to start drooling was a fresh experience for you.

You shuffled towards him, just dropping your things and shucking your shoes on the way. You figured this was not the time to uphold your roommate agreement of minimal clutter.

Taking note of the trail you left behind you, Dean smirked. "Too excited for a stop at the coat closet, pretty?"

You flushed, feeling like you fucked this up before it even started. So you were supposed to uphold the roommate agreement right now.

"Shhh, just teasin'." He grabbed your hips, guiding you to sit on the couch next to him. You kept your eyes locked on his angry red tip the whole time, not sure where else you were supposed to could look.

"You can touch," he said easily, obviously anything but shy. "Wouldn't be jacking off in the living room if I didn't want you to."

You reached out tentatively, only now flicking your eyes up to his. He gave you an encouraging nod, and when your fingers wrapped around him he hissed. His cock made your hand look tiny, comedically so, and there was so much that it made you wonder how you were going to cover so much ground. The skin was warm and surprisingly soft, and the velvety texture only made you want to touch him more.

"Just like that, princess. Just want you to play. It's way more fun to watch you play with cock for the first time than get another fucking handjob."

You nodded, feeling totally entranced by the thing you were holding in your hand. Never was that a word you would think you'd use, but just like the rest of him it was fucking perfect. Or maybe it was perfect because it was attached to perfect thighs and a perfect tan stomach that was attached to a perfect tan neck which attached to his perfect fucking face. Your eyes followed your train of thoughts, and when you looked up at him with that wide, innocent gaze dean felt like all the air had been punched out of him.

You felt like you were groping him more than stroking him, but you had yet to hear a peep of a complaint. Your thumb traced the divot under his head, and you watched him flinch when you brushed the flat part. Then you gripped him, slipping all the way down to feel the textured skin of his sac.

Dean watched you with wonder, seeming to have been telling the truth when he said that he'd rather watch you explore than make him cum.

"Having fun?"

His words shocked you out of your trance, but you quickly nodded in affirmation.

"Yeah. You're so... pretty. Can I... um. Can I put you in my mouth?" Your words were quiet and unsure, the verbal equivalent to a fawn, but you felt like you were about to start drooling so you didn't really care.

"Course you can, baby. Wanna get on your knees or lay on your tummy?"

"My knees," you whispered back, your eyes still locked on where your hand was wrapped around his cock.

He whipped the cushion against the back of the couch onto the floor, positioning it so you could kneel on it.

"Are you excited? Little thing like you is gonna have cock in her mouth for the first time. Fuckin' adorable."

You scrambled to the floor in response, the tip of your tongue immediately finding the head. The look on dean's face was so blissed out that you could shove your insecurities aside, and just play. Your tongue darted out to lick him everywhere you were interested in, and once his whole shaft had been worked up to a shine you closed your lips around the head. You worked slow, taking him bit by bit and laving your tongue the whole time, and when you got to taste a bead of him you moaned excitedly.

"Jesus, you're fuckin' cute," dean panted, his hand gently petting your head. "Actin' like a little puppy. I fuckin' love it."

Your whole body buzzed with the praise, and his words spurred you on to take him a little deeper. You finally understood the term 'mouthfull of cock.' He rested heavy on your tongue, and your whole universe seemed to shrink to what you could fit in your mouth.

"Look at you. Didn't even have to ask and you're trying to take me down your throat. Would've fucked my hand in the living room sooner if I knew you were gonna react like an eager little whore."

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[headtraumasam]

sam winchester (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥ in how to win friends and influence monsters, supernatural 7.09

[unmarlou]

the concept of showering with pope cody after a beach day where the freckles littering his shoulders are being accentuated by his new tan and your skin feels that specific brand of sand-gritty taut one can only achieve after laying out in the sun in a tiny bikini for hours and he’s all handy but gentle and you’re both needy from staring at each other half naked all afternoon

[beybuniki]

warm ups for the s8 finale it was so sweet awwwwww. happy bday sam <3

[venicebblog]

Omfg. His longer hair does something to me.

[reginaphalangelobster]

Rolling up his sleeves to either rail you or finger fuck you against a bathroom stall

Shit

Explicit/16+ - drunkenness, accidental flirting, possessiveness, semi public sex, non descript fingering, dom!Sam - gn!reader

You're at a bar and you've had a few, which makes you all giggly and flirty. You're not trying to, by any means, but you seem to flirt with every guy you come across, which, in a dingy bar in your state, is quite a lot.

Sam knows you're faithful, you'd never even dream of doing anything with anyone but him, but it still hits him.

He rolls his sleeve up as he walks over to you, grabbing your arm and dragging you away, not quite harsh, but forceful.

You make it to the bathroom and he pushes you in, going to the sink.

He loves you, and he's a decent person, so he washes his hands first.

By the time he's done, he turns and sees you stifling a laugh, just because.

He surges forward, slamming you against the stall door, looming over you no matter your size.

"You think this is funny?"

You look up at him with big wet eyes and nod, breaking out into another laugh at how serious he looks.

You barely have a few seconds before he shoves his hand down your pants and fucks you stupid, carrying you out with an arm around your waist as your little bambi legs struggle to keep you up on the walk to the door.

[starrychildofthemoon]

Dating AU; Sam Winchester in TWD universe

Requested by anon

[deansch3rrybaby]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ meow or never .𖥔 ݁ ˖

pairing 𑣿 dean winchester x f!reader wc 𑣿 800+ summary 𑣿 dean goes home with a girl he met at the bar ; she's a cat owner content 𑣿 suggestive content, silly

heartbreaker by led zeppelin blasted through baby's stereo creating a soft rumble underneath the seats. late july heat clung to the air inside mixed with the sweet scent of the girl dean met in the roadhouse bar just two hours ago. dean's soft lips moved reverently against yours, getting a proper taste of that pretty mouth that he couldn't stop staring at while you spoke.

his hand traveled slowly from your thigh to your waist making its way under your shirt. he slipped his thumb in your lace bra brushing the underside of your breast. you sighed into his mouth and he pulled away just to press open-mouthed kisses down your neck. he nipped at the skin and soothe the area with his tongue, repeating the same action as he moved lower dragging a slow path towards your chest. his nose nuzzled in the valley of your breasts before his mouth finding your clothed breast.

dean felt a tingle build up in his nose and pulled away momentarily. he turned his head towards the window and sneezed.

"sorry," he muttered.

"bless you," you chuckled and reached for him again guiding him back to your mouth. he smiled against yours lips and captured them with his. not even two seconds later, he pulled away to sneeze again.

"jesus, what even-" he swung his hands waving away the air in front of him. "baby’s a little dusty or maybe it’s the pollen outside."

"well my apartment's close if you want to…you know," you drawled and the glint in dean's eyes held the answer.

you stumbled into the apartment together, dean's mouth pressed firmly against yours. he latched on to you the moment the elevator doors closed. your back met the front door and dean's hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your ass to press you closer to him. he rolled his hips, his need evident between you two. a giggle bubbled up in your chest.

"so impatient."

"can you blame me?"

you chuckled against his lips and slipped out of his arms. you switched on the apartment lights and walked inside gesturing him to follow. he would've followed even if you didn't. "take a seat. i'll grab some beer."

a girl after my own heart, dean thought shooting a quick look at your ass as you walked away hips swaying. his nose itched and he absentmindedly rubbed at it. he swiveled on his heel towards the living room and stopped dead on his tracks.

staring back at him from the brown leather couch was three pairs of feline eyes. a black cat, a calico and, a white cat lounged gloriously like they owned the place. the white cat licked at its paw cleaning itself, the calico, the biggest of them all napped peacefully not even fazed by his presence. the black cat, however, stared directly at him and let out a meow that sounded not quite happy.

dean's feet took a step back. the itch in his nose grew persistent and he could feel the tingling sensation building again. this explained the sudden sneezing in the car. you were probably covered in invisible cat hair. you grabbed two beers from the fridge and closed the door with your foot. dean still stood frozen by the doorway, his wide eyes locked on your babies. was he scared of cats? you wondered.

"don't worry. they don't bite," you offered hiding the amusement in your voice.

"no i'm-"

sneeze

“just really"

sneeze

"allergic," you both said at the same time.

he nodded, rubbing at his nose which had turned pink now. your lower lip jutted out.

"oh. that's… a bummer then."

dean blinked and shook his head. "nah, let's just go to the bedroom. it will go away," dean said closing the distance but you placed a hand on his chest.

"i can assure you it will be worst in my bed. they love sleeping there."

dean stared at you, then at your cats, the wheels in his head turning. his gaze locked on yours again, at your tousled hair, your swollen lips and the mark blooming on your neck. it was all his doing, and he wanted to do more. he wanted to see all of you and taste every inch of your skin. he wanted to sink into you and watch that pretty face contort in pleasure.

you leaned your hip against the counter waiting for him to make a decision. god, you were so hot and he wouldn't forgive himself if he lost a chance with a girl like you. he sneezed again and cleared his throat.

"you know what? just give me 10 minutes-"

sneeze

"i'll go get some allergy meds. be right back sweetheart." he pressed a quick kiss on your lips and practically ran out of the door.

"it's just down the block," you called out, although the door was already closed.

it opened just a crack and his hand popped in between holding up a thumbs up and closing the door shut back. you shook your head smiling to yourself. odile jumped on the counter bumping against you for pats. your fingers sank in her thick black fur giving her scratches while you waited for the green-eyed boy.

a/n : okay, maybe this is stupid but i think it’s kinda funny 🥀

[dunkiebitte]

what a wicked game to play | dating sam winchester core (and getting slimed by a monster within 48 hours)

my baby , i love him. requests are open ! | credits from the banner to: @rmstitanics

[acklesslvt]

𑣲┆Girl that got away ˚.⋆ֹ

aka.. older bf!dean w. x trailer park princess!reader

:: „i dont know, de, its getting kinda late.."

:: „cmon sweets, you trust me, dontcha?“

[acklesslvt]

"sammy, do u want the strap?"