Give and Take

One of the things that Dean enjoys the most, is eating a woman out. There’s nothing he gets off on more than hearing a girl moan and whimper beneath him; nothing that makes his cock twitch and leak more than feeling her squirm and writhe under his calloused hands, knowing that he and he alone, is making her feel that good, causing her make those sounds. He loves the rawness of it, how intense it is, how at home he feels with his head between her thighs, mouth and tongue stimulating the most intimate part of her. The way her clit feels on his tongue, how amazing her arousal tastes and feels, warm and shining across the stubble on his cheeks. He sucks, licks, tastes, and takes and enjoys every minutes of it. He gives light brushy strokes and hard sucks until he feels her clench around his fingers or his tongue. When she tugs on his hair, he swears he could come right there, untouched, and he moans against her; loves what the pleasure that the vibration causes while his tongue thrusts in and out of her, makes her do. He loves how silky she feels on his tongue. So tight, so wet and warm, so perfect. Loves the way her back arches, pushing against him, silently asking for more and he gives. He grips her hips and kneads her thighs, secretly praying she’ll have small fingerprint-shaped bruises littering her hipbones tomorrow and she remember how good he was. And when she finally comes, when he finally gives in, decides to give in to her begs and pleas of wanting- needing to come, he’s mesmerized watching her. He’d never miss watching her. It’s too beautiful- too enthralling to miss. Dean feels immense satisfaction when she gasps his name and tries to squeeze her legs together, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He’ll never tire of hearing a breathy gasp or choked groan of his name falling from her mouth. Loves the way her lips fall open and her pupils dilate. Revels in the way she whimpers and moans his name as wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure courses through her body; shooting up her spine and making her toes curl and her teeth bite down on her lip as she pulses against his tongue. He kisses and licks at her thighs while she shakes and quivers, slowly coming down from the high he’s just given her. It’s a silent, secret release for him too, to be able give something to someone. He knows it’s selfish and he doesn’t deserve it, but she does, and maybe for a while he’ll pretend that’s the only reason he loves it so much.

I don’t know where this came from. I’m slowly easing myself out of writers block. Got stuck thinking about Dean’s mouth… you know. 

tagging some Dean lovers: @winchesterenthusiast, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @puppydogjared, @deanwinchester-af, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @mrscarveredlund, @readingissupernatural, @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @wincestismyguiltypleasure

Bad Day

A/N: I personally have never had a anxiety attack but I have witnessed a few so this was as close as I could get. I apologize in advance for this.

Request: Can I request an imagine with Sam?? Where y/n has a really bad anxiety attack and the only one that can calm her down is her best friend Sam who eventually confesses his feelings for her and it’s all super fluffy

Request from: @trinityjadec

Warnings: anxiety attack, fluff, teeny weeny bit of angst if you look

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Tagging: @supernotnaturalcas @lovin-ackles @one-shots-supernatural @samsdirtylittlesecret @onetwothreefuckmeplease @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @msimpala67 @sarahrosekat @hunting-the-grievers @huntertales @manawhaat @ilostmyshoe-79 @hunter-of-sorts @5minutefanfiction @letsgetoutalive @winchester-writes @juicifeur @tattooed-on-my-wayward-soul

Why did everyone do this to you? Why did everyone treat you like this?

You had just gotten home after your date who was a demon that tried to kill you, well wasnt that just great!

“Y/N? I thought you were on a date or whatever” Sam your best friend cringed at “date”

“ya well he uh he wasn’t for me” you walked past him to your room

“wai-” he hollered but you slammed your door shut in response

You walked into your room slipping off your suede stilletto heels next to your desk on the floor. While you waited for the water in the shower to warm up you striped off your now dirty black and red mini dress you had bought just for this occassion and your lacy bra and underwear lingerie. When you stepped into the shower it felt so sooting, so relaxing, so peaceful. About 30 minutes later you dried off and got dressed then you laid down in bed with your snuggle pillow and warm blankets but no matter how many blankets you had you still felt like you couldn’t sleep, all of these thought were racing threw your mind

‘what if I was never a hunter? What if I never met him? What would have happened if Sam was there? Why does Sam always get hurt? What if Sam does get hurt?’ you thought all of these incoherent theories

Soon enough you were hyperventilating, it was getting hard to breathe like someone had their boot crushing your chest and your palms were sweating like crazy. That restlessness and fearful thoughts made you weap into your pillow

*Sam’s P.O.V.*

I was getting ready to slip into bed when I heard faint crys it sounded like it was coming from Y/N’s room, it wasnt to hard to miss since our rooms were right next to each other. I immeadeatly got out of bed to see what was going on.

“Y/N” I knocked “Y/N” I knocked once more “alright I’m going to come in”

*Your P.O.V.*

You were so panicked and scared that you didn’t even realize Sam had snuck in to your room and was bending down to your eye level holding your hands

“S-Sam?”

“what’s a matter Y/N/N?”

“I-I” you stuttered trying to find words without feeing like you were going to die

“it’s ok nevermind” he assured you by getting under the covers letting you lie down on his broad muscle toned chest

the last words things he heard before letting himself sleep was a whispered “thank you”, a few sniffles and, your breathing becoming more even and steady

*next morning*

you woke up to a cold empty bed which in turn made you frown. Where the hell was he?

“ahh you’re awake, sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up I made you breakfast tho” Sam said bringing in chocolate chip pancakes with whip cream, bacon, eggs made just how you like and, orange juice

“all this for little ole’ me”

“What-why did that happen last night?”

“I thought we would have forgot about that”

“Really Y/N I’ve known you since 4th grade and you think I wouldn’t notice you having a freaking axiety attack?”

“you’re right I’m sorry” you looked down at your plate

“no what I meant was-I didn’t mean for that to be so harsh but uh do you remember when we were in 9th grade?” you weakly nodded staring at him intently waiting for him to tell “well I saw that guy hand you a note I was not happy I never really liked it when buys would compliment you, have crushes on you or anything I thought I should be doing the point is” he tried to find the right words “I love you”

you were speachless since when did the person you loved the most say that. Was this even real?

“say something…please” you cut him off with a smooth sweet kiss

“I love you too, Dork”

Vegascon16 | they were expressing their mild frustration when the Winchesters have to play dumb in fight scenes [video]

Bed Sharing

Pairing: Sam x Reader Warnings: None Words: 700 Summary: The Winchesters and Y/N have to stay in a motel with only two beds for a case. Y/N has to sleep with one of the boys and that boy just happens to be Sam. A/N: Ok, ok I’m trying to make up for the time that I have missed. It’s just been really busy and I have to study and stuff. But I hope you enjoy and Requests Are Open.

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