Imagine: Dirty talk with Sam.

Sam x Reader

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Dirty Talk

Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.

That’s where the real fun started.

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Imagine: teasing Sam while he’s hacking.

Sam X Reader

Content: Smut: Dry Humping

Sam’s fingers flew over the suspect’s keyboard. Flashes of color flickered over his face as he cycled between screens quickly with a shortcut maneuver. You watched as he licked his lips, intently focused on hacking into a zipped folder. His eyes narrowed catching some detail of significance. When he swallowed, your eyes followed the shift of his throat greedily. You pulled your eyes away attempting to continue through a pile of paper on the suspect’s end table. A slip of paper dropped from the stack in your hands, catching the air to flutter to the floor behind you. You turned to pick it up, eyes drifting over an accent mirror near the far wall. You paused. Sam’s eyes had lifted from the monitor to your form. You ducked your head hiding a smirk. Keeping a secret eye on the mirror, you stood, lifting your ass first in fluid motion you often used when dancing. He licked his lips, shifting lower in his seat. Shuffling the papers in hand, you turned just in time to see his head snap back to the computer.

“Got it.” He cleared his throat after a minute.

You dropped the papers on the end table, sauntering to the desk with renewed confidence.

“It looks like there’s a thread of emails here and-” His explanation was cut short as he glanced up at you.

You slid onto his lap, resting your elbows on the thin strip of cleared table before the keyboard keeping your back arched forward. You could hear him gulp audibly and feel him shift awkwardly trying to find a place to put his hands.

“What emails?” You asked innocently, seeing full well the emails in a smaller window behind the main one.

Sam released a shaky breath. He moved forward, chest pressing against your back as he reached for the mouse. You leaned against him, tilting your head to the side to give him view of the monitor. His breath touched your neck bringing a tingle to travel across your skin. You didn’t suppress the light shudder it caused.

“It’s, uh, here.” He replied breathlessly.

You responded with a deep hum. A smirk curled your lips as he shifted beneath your thighs. You scrolled through the emails, which would have been painfully dull if not for the pleasant distraction hardening every time you slid forward or back to “readjust” your reading position. Finally, you finished. Making a show of stretching your arms upward, you unleashed a satisfied moan and turned to face Sam. For his effort, he attempted to look unaffected. A muscle twitched in his jaw and his nails dug into the leather armrests.

“So, it doesn’t seem like the emails contained much, did they?” You asked in hushed tones.

He glanced between you and the monitor quickly, obviously having no idea what was in the emails. You twisted in his lap, grinding against an evident bulge between your legs.

“Sam?” You lowered your eyelashes, “You okay?”

“Yeah.” His eyes darkened briefly lowering to your lips before he found composure. “Yeah, fine.”

“Are you sure? It seems like you’re having a… hard time focusing.”

His hand paused halfway to the mouse.

“I know these emails can be… lengthy,” You continued finding it increasingly difficult to hide a smirk, “and having to sort through them is… really shafty…”

Sam sat back, embarrassment coloring his features.

“I know it would really… grind… my gears if I had to hack into every dude’s computer while Dean gets to take a break at the bar.”

“Are you done?” Sam interrupted.

“No, no… wait! I think I can come up with something for penetration and erection-”

Hot lips met the juncture of your shoulder and neck with leisurely-paced open-mouthed kissed, effectively transforming your teasing words into a sharp inhale. His fingers wrapped around your hips, gripping your pelvis firmly before pulling it back. A flash of sudden pleasure surged through your core. His nose dragged against your shoulder inching closer to your neck, heat building between your flushed bodies. A shiver ripped up your spine as he found a sensitive spot. He paused, pressing a kiss there. Your head lolled back against his shoulder. His hands slipped up your body, sliding under your shirt. His rough fingers pressed and caressed in disorganized trails, drawing each nerve to maximum stimulation. You gasped, unable to stop an onslaught of shivers from his touch. He sucked at the spot on your neck, locking his arm around your waist as you squirmed with assailing pleasure. His tongue flicked against the spot, his teeth following immediately. A cry broke from your lips. You slapped a hand over your mouth, surprised by the outburst. Sam chuckled darkly against your skin, the deep rumble sending an aching between your thighs.

“Oh, fuck…” You breathed, heat enveloping your body with a savage ferocity.

His hands grabbed your chest, barely restraining his strength as he kneaded. He closed his fingers over hardening nubs sending your hips to jerk forward in response. You bit your tongue holding back a moan, as your clit rubbed along his impossibly hard shaft. He moved quickly, grabbing your hips with a near bruising force. Every nerve in your body seeped with the heat building between you, overreacting with every little stimulus. Pleasure pulsed through your body with every breath hitting the tiny hairs along the nape of your neck, each finger digging against your hips, and every inch where your center rubbed against his.

He thrust up pulling your hips back. Sparks of unadulterated ecstasy exploded from the friction. Before the sensation could cool, he pushed you forward. White flashed before your vision. A helpless moan left your lips, an animalistic need for contact infecting every cell in your brain. You jerked against him, heat blazing, pleasure mounting endlessly. He grunted desperately against your ear, whimpers rising from your throat as you grinded together fueling an erotic fire threatening to consume your entity. There was nothing but sharp concentrated pleasure coursing through your core like live electricity. A strangled cry broke the room as he thrust against your sliding bodies finding an edge so high, you couldn’t believe a pleasure could be so intense, but it kept building, growing until you found a new edge before the other could finish. Your body shuddered, head falling to his shoulder, completely at his mercy.

He embraced your body, crushing you against him as he stiffened, broken groans tumbling from his chest as he shuddered against your back.You squeezed your legs together, his hold slackening as you felt a warm stickness in the apex of your jeans. You slid to his knees, turning to see Sam’s face. Surprise, mirroring your own expression, bloomed from a devastatingly sexy look of contentment. You jerked off his lap, stumbling to your feet.

“S-sorry!” You yelped, yanking your head away from the dark patch on his jeans.

“N-no, I’m…” The chair crashed into the wall as he pushed to his feet. He skirted around the opposite side of the desk muttering something you couldn’t catch over the blood pounding in your ears.

He retreated from the room. Your hands trembled, pleasure still lingering along your skin from his contact, as you hugged yourself close. It seemed the heat would never cool and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The Stories We Tell

Originally posted by soluscheese

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2176

Summary:  The reader tries to move on after but there are obstacles.

Warnings:  Some fluff, some angst, some humor, lots of swearing

Not all love stories have a happy ending.  

And there’s nothing wrong with that.  

Sometimes two people can love each other completely, and still break up.  It’s not that it ended, it’s that it ran its course.  

You loved him completely, and always would.  But the story of you two together, sweaty and tangled in bed sheets, desperately reaching for each other after a hunt, curled up in front of the TV, that story was over.

Now there was only friendship.  And it was okay, you promised yourself.  

It was okay.  

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Writing Advice

I’m not an expert in writing, but someone asked me earlier how I write emotions for certain scenes or how I focus on particular areas/make it interesting etc. So I just thought I would post this and see if it helps anyone out. I’m not saying this is professional advice because it’s not, but this is just personally what helps me to write and hopefully it can help some other people too.

If you’re stuck on how to write the characters reaction to a certain scenario, relate it to a time you’ve been in a similar place or frame of mind: Obviously if you’re writing about a character murdering someone or hunting monsters it isn’t going to be able to be related to. However, if you look deeper into what is going on you will be able to find something you can relate it to. For example, your character has to make a big decision, and it’s a life or death situation, no matter what they do the outcome will be bad. Relate this to a time in your life where you had to make a decision, it doesn’t even have to be anything wild. It could literally be choosing between two different toppings for your ice cream or pizza, but you have to focus on what you were thinking at the time. How did you come to a final decision? Did you find a compromise? Did things go well in the end or did things go badly? Was it a risk or did you stick with what you knew to be safe?

Paint a picture in your head of the exact scene before you write it so that you know it well enough to give a brief summary that will make the layout of the scene easy for the reader to follow: An example would be if the character/s were in a kitchen and you described where the table, counter and oven were and what room the door led to if they were going to exit. Sometimes it’s important to go in to detail about the setting but sometimes you just need a brief summary so that the story can start. It’s easier for you as a writer to follow this and let the story flow if you know exactly what this place looks like.

Know your character: If it’s an original character, make sure you write a fact file on them first and get to know them. Ask yourself questions about them that might not seem important like what’s their favourite animal and why? Why are they here? Who do they choose to keep around them? What’s their opinions on politics? Are they sexually active? Does everyone around them support their life choices? Etc. If you’re writing a fan fiction of a character that already exists, try to think about how they are as a person and how they may have reacted in similar situations to what you’re writing. If it’s a reader insert and you’re writing it specifically for a reader to be put in you might want to avoid certain pronouns or descriptions. Unless your reader is supposed to have a particular trait e.g. Their gender may be referenced to, their skin colour, weight, body shape, hair colour, eye colour. But if it’s not specific to a certain criteria, for reader inserts you might want to steer clear of those little details.

If you’re experiencing writers block, write something that you never expected to write or take a story in a direction you had never considered before: If you are having writers block in the sense of you have no idea where to start your fic/story/book, go somewhere to come up with a character and a story line should follow. Go and get the train or the bus to somewhere and pay attention to a few different people. See how they react to different things like people sitting next to them or the train stopping. Are they alone? Why could that be? Or are they with someone? How many people? Is the person they’re with someone they like or someone they’re forced to be around? (Like an abusive partner, a disliked family member etc). Once you have a better idea for a character, ideas start to stem of what situations they would end up in or maybe even struggle in which would make an interesting dynamic. If you are finding it hard to carry on with a scene, move on to the next chapter or paragraph. If it’s a short story or fic then write the ending, then build the rest of the write up to that end. If you don’t know where to go with the rest of the story there a few ways to mix the story up.
1. Kill a character
2. Bring in a new character that threatens the status of the protagonist
3. Bring back a character that left
4. Bring back a character that ‘died’ or faked their death
5. Write the next chapter in the POV of a different character or writers POV
6. Introduce a new problem

Write out a plan for your story: It can be as messy as you want but always write a plan. Get all of your ideas for the fic/story/book written down. Whether it’s in your notes or written on paper. Just write down quotes you have in mind for the characters to say at some point, beautifully written sentences that you imagine writing for the situation, scenarios, the actual plot, who’s involved. As soon as it’s all down, when you get stuck while writing it you can go back to it and see a quote or idea you wanted to use and it might help you with your writers block or move your story along.

Again, I’m not a professional when it comes to writing but these are just some things that help me so I’m hoping that this will be able to help some other people too. :)


Imagine: finding a hellhound!

Crowley X Reader

Content: Fluff

Snow. Snow. Snow. You tilted your head back, hair resting against a thick scarf. A bleak pale sky burned your eyes, as the invisible sun’s rays bounced aimless through the white cloud layer. White flakes, thick and clumped, spiraled to the earth. Fluffy ice stuck to the knit strands of your beanie and your eyelashes. You stuck out your tongue on whimsy. The field was empty leaving no need for social pretense. Your arms spread out as you spun in place with abandon. Stress melted away, leaving nothing but the blanket of snow and the pounding of music pulsating from your earbuds. Your boot stuck, but you didn’t care, letting your body fall into the thick pile of snow. Air pushed from your lungs, the calm winterscape cutting into the heavy guitar riff as a bud dislodged. You laughed breathlessly smiling into the blaunch void. You nodded in beat to the song, gloved hand wiping the snow from the pliable rubber piece. A whiney growl paused your hand next to your ear.

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