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꒰ 𓂃 CASSIE — ‘06 baby sam's girl she daydreamer
NAVIGATION masterlist guidelines taglist RECENT ❝ heatwave ❞ — dean winchester
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hi cassie my love <333 love seeing your talented work on my feed, never change my fellow freak!
WHY DID TUMBLR HIDE THIS FROM ME OMFG 🤬
HI CUTIE i love you ☹️ don’t ever change either bc i looove getting tagged in your phenomenal works hehehe
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It’s april fools, it doesn’t count ᥫ᭡
summary you and sam can’t be together in this life. but it’s april fools, nothing counts… right? inspired by this chenford scene.
content warnings unprotected p!v, soft!dom sam, oral sex (f), fwb (but they’re in love), praise, pet names (AFAB), dirty talk, munch!sam, cops almost getting called, a small bit of plot, + more.
pairing hunter!sam x hunter!reader
wc 1.2k
notes made for val, val, and val only. enjoy!!
being a hunter had a lot of rules, but the most common one was: Never get attached. In the life, it just made you an easier target. Your loved one could get hurt or worse, and neither you or sam could afford that.
today was april fools though, which means nothing counts. right?
it had been too long since you last saw each other, sam knew you weren’t one to stay ‘til morning, even after hours of being tangled up in each other between the sheets - hours of constant research, fighting. you both couldn’t stay too long, that was common knowledge you both held. but you planned on staying this time, at least for another night.
my girl wiener hard rn ☹️
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The giver - Ruby
Ruby x fem!reader
Based on the giver by Chappell Roan <3
Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, toy play (strap-on), fingering, oral fixation (Ruby eating the reader out), praise mixed with degradation, filthy talk, power dynamics, multiple orgasms, sam and dean at the end (yes they are their own warning)
Word count ; 2,024
Minors please do not interact !!!
Dividers by the actually best @/elleisdesigning thank you for designing me ruby inspired dividers for my ruby fics!!!
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MERA WERA LERA NERA SERA. i love you so much more !!your talented brain needs to be studied bc ??? i do a backflip whenever you tag me in your nobel prize worthy fics. MWAH 💋
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hiii cass !!!! just wanted to say i adore you and your lil smutty drabbles sm !!! i love being tagged in your stuff bc you write so deliciously !!! i hope ur well angel <3
COMING FROM YOU IS SO ☹️ you’re a babe i love you and your freaky lil posts !! your writing always has me in awe you are so talented teehee i hope you’re doing well doll 🤍🤍
Anonymous asked:
omg i NEED you to write about the impala breaking down in the middle of nowhere and then dean fucks reader on the hood of the car
heatwave — dean winchester
The Impala had stalled on a desolate road, the engine sputtering and dying, leaving you both stranded under the oppressive heat of a summer night. The air was thick, clinging to your skin, sweat trickling down your neck as you leaned back against the hot metal of the hood.
Dean tossed his flannel aside, his damp white tee clinging to his chest. “Just our damn luck,” he muttered, raking a hand through his messy hair. His eyes met yours, dark and intense. “Nothin’ to do but wait… Might as well make the most of it.”
You didn’t hesitate, the heat between you both building with every second. “I think I can think of a way to pass the time,” you murmured, your voice low and seductive, eyes locking with his as you lifted your legs, slowly pulling your skirt higher.
Dean’s breath hitched, his gaze darkening. Without a word, he stepped toward you, pulling you into him. His lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss. The urgency was immediate, bodies pressing together, his hands already tugging at your clothes.
“You’re not gonna make me wait, are you?” you whispered breathlessly, your body already responding to the closeness of his. His breath was hot on your neck as he quickly shoved his jeans down, his hands rough and urgent as they gripped your hips.
Without waiting for a response, he slid inside you with one sharp motion, the feeling of him making you gasp, your back arching as you were pressed against the scorching hood. Dean groaned, his grip tightening as he began moving against you, thrusting deep and fast, his hips snapping against yours with urgency.
The Impala rocked beneath you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the night air as his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer, his pace relentless. You met every thrust, your body moving in time with his as you both grew more desperate for release.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his pace quickening as he thrust harder, deeper. The heat between you both was unbearable, every inch of your bodies alive with the rush of pleasure. Your hands clawed at his back, nails scraping against his skin, as he drove into you with a speed that left you breathless, each movement forcing you closer to the edge.
Your name fell from his lips, strained and hoarse, as his thrusts grew even more urgent. The tension in your body coiled tighter and tighter, and with a final, desperate push, you cried out, your body trembling as pleasure surged through you.
Dean followed close behind, his breath faltering, his name falling from his lips in a hoarse growl as he reached his release, his body shuddering against yours. The world seemed to slow as you both came down from the high, the heat of the night wrapping around you, your bodies still tangled together on the hood.
Dean pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his voice low and satisfied. “Best damn breakdown I’ve ever had.”
Sam’s hand gripped your hair, pulling you closer, forcing you to take him deeper. You gagged slightly, but he didn’t slow down. His other hand held the back of your head, keeping you still as his hips moved in a slow, controlled rhythm.
His voice was rough, barely a whisper as he watched you struggle to keep up. “Such a slut for me,” he murmured, breath shallow. “You like this, don’t you?”
The pressure built as he moved faster, more forceful now, making sure you didn’t pull away. You moaned softly, the warmth of his cock overwhelming, but Sam didn’t let up. Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pulled back, his grip in your hair easing as he studied you.
Your breath came in shallow pants, eyes wet and hazy as you looked up at him. Sam hummed, dragging his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, smearing the slickness there before pressing down just enough to part it.
“My good girl,” he murmured, smirking as he tilted your chin up—then guided you right back where he wanted you.