oh hey! you found me!

like i feel like hes got the whole slightly-psychic thing going on, it doesnt feel that impossible

he always knows when you have a headache, or when youre starting to get sick

if you get periods, he always knows when youre about to start

if youve got a chronic illness (POTS, ehlers danlos, etc), he always knows when youre having/about to have a flare-up

if youve got shit joints (like me), he knows exactly whats hurting you and exactly how to help you

if youre ever mad at him for something, he always knows what he did, even if it takes him a bit to get there. none of that "babe, just tell me what i did wrong" bullshit, he owns his mistakes like a real man

knows what you want for your birthday/winter holidays without you telling him, so youre always surprised and always excited when you open the gifts from him (gifts. plural.)

if you get anxiety/panic attacks, he always knows how to help

if youre neurodivergent and/or easily overstimulated, he knows your triggers and knows exactly how to ground you without making things worse

he is the perfect man

A/N - I may have taken a few creative liberties with his powers lol

gn reader, no use of y/n

there's one barely suggestive part but nothing nsfw, as always

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Sam Winchester is obviously a very, very intelligent man. He is, of course, naturally smart, but some of that intelligence also probably comes from his weird psychic-adjacentness.

Also imagine reader somehow get kidnapped and they aren't even paying attention to the villain or the pain they're in they're just talking with Sam while he tries to find her and he's just saying "It's okay baby, I'm coming, promise."

Also also imagine if reader dies or gets knocked out somehow, the instant Sam can't hear their thoughts anymore he goes fucking clinically insane trying to get them to respond back. "Come on baby, speak to me."

like i feel like hes got the whole slightly-psychic thing going on, it doesnt feel that impossible

he always knows when you have a headache, or when youre starting to get sick

if you get periods, he always knows when youre about to start

if youve got a chronic illness (POTS, ehlers danlos, etc), he always knows when youre having/about to have a flare-up

if youve got shit joints (like me), he knows exactly whats hurting you and exactly how to help you

if youre ever mad at him for something, he always knows what he did, even if it takes him a bit to get there. none of that "babe, just tell me what i did wrong" bullshit, he owns his mistakes like a real man

knows what you want for your birthday/winter holidays without you telling him, so youre always surprised and always excited when you open the gifts from him (gifts. plural.)

if you get anxiety/panic attacks, he always knows how to help

if youre neurodivergent and/or easily overstimulated, he knows your triggers and knows exactly how to ground you without making things worse

he is the perfect man

like i feel like hes got the whole slightly-psychic thing going on, it doesnt feel that impossible

he always knows when you have a headache, or when youre starting to get sick

if you get periods, he always knows when youre about to start

if youve got a chronic illness (POTS, ehlers danlos, etc), he always knows when youre having/about to have a flare-up

if youve got shit joints (like me), he knows exactly whats hurting you and exactly how to help you

if youre ever mad at him for something, he always knows what he did, even if it takes him a bit to get there. none of that "babe, just tell me what i did wrong" bullshit, he owns his mistakes like a real man

knows what you want for your birthday/winter holidays without you telling him, so youre always surprised and always excited when you open the gifts from him (gifts. plural.)

if you get anxiety/panic attacks, he always knows how to help

if youre neurodivergent and/or easily overstimulated, he knows your triggers and knows exactly how to ground you without making things worse

he is the perfect man

Pairing: Ghostface!Dean Winchester x Female Reader x Ghostface!Sam Winchester

+18, nsfw

ও❥ The murders began during your first year at Stanford.

ও❥ You met Sam at the university. Your encounter was by chance; you shared a class. You found him somewhat shy and pleasant, and you immediately hit it off. You weren't the best at talking, but it was easy with him. He was your first friend there.

ও❥ At a university party, you bumped into his brother. It was also by chance, or at least that's what it seemed to you. You didn't know at first that he was his older brother until Sam appeared behind you and said, “Oh, you two have already met.”

ও❥ Dean seemed more arrogant and confident than Sam, but you liked him just the same. It seemed like he knew you like the back of his hand, or at least that you shared several things in common.

ও❥ Everything you shared in common, strangely enough, you had already talked about with Sam on your first day.

ও❥ You hung out with both of them often, either after class or on weekends. You made another friend and sometimes she went out with all of You.

ও❥ You started receiving mysterious calls, but you didn't tell anyone.

ও❥ Dean taking you for a ride in his car without telling Sam.

ও❥ The first murder, while widely known throughout Stanford, went somewhat unnoticed. But by the second, everyone was talking about it and how there would probably be a third.

ও❥ Sam and Dean didn't talk about it much with you, but when you first brought it up, they started talking about movies that were similar.

ও❥ Sam and Dean being possessive of you at parties.

ও❥ After the third murder, many moved to apartments off campus, or those who lived nearby moved back in with their parents, but you stayed, not having the money for an apartment, and your scholarship was already paying for your room.

ও❥ The feelings between Sam and you were growing, but so were those between you and Dean.

ও❥ After you finished showering and were wrapped in a towel, you received another call, saying he was close. You went into your room and found the killer.

ও❥ A chase ensued, but you managed to hit him, evade him, and call security. From that day on, Sam and Dean stayed by your side, and you confessed to them about the calls.

ও❥ You and Sam kissed in the library, your back against one of the shelves while he held you by the waist.

ও❥ After that, you didn't formalize your relationship, but you had coffee and study dates, your foot brushing against his.

ও❥ Dean began to notice a certain closeness between you two, but he didn't say anything until one day he went to your dorm room on campus and kissed you, saying that his little brother had told him he knew you loved both of them.

ও❥ Your friend started talking about how strange the brothers were and began secretly investigating them until one day she warned you about them and told you to stay away, but you didn't listen.

ও❥ When she died, you were the one who found her body, and after calling the police, Sam and Dean comforted you.

ও❥ The murders continued, and even one of your teachers died, found by you and the other students who entered his class.

ও❥ In one class, Sam stroked your leg under the table before putting his hand inside your underwear.

ও❥ And Dean gave you oral sex in your room.

ও❥ You were attacked again, having to jump out of a window to escape and ending up in the hospital with several cuts and bruises.

ও❥ You lost your virginity to both of them one rainy night when they stayed with you in your room. But after falling asleep between them, something changed.

ও❥ Sex in the library, classrooms, your dorm room, the motel where Dean stayed, Sam's dorm room, alleyways, etc…

ও❥ Sam and Dean were jealous of each other at times and competed to see who could give you more orgasms and make you scream the loudest during sex.

ও❥ Sam fucking you from the front while Dean does it from behind.

ও❥ They started bringing suspicious kinks into the bedroom (blood kink, knife kink, period kink, pain kink, chase kink, etc.).

ও❥ There were times when you thought about your friend's words of warning, but the brothers quickly put those thoughts out of your mind.

ও❥ What you didn't know was that Sam, from the first moment he saw you, talked to Dean and told him about you, not wanting to see you as his next victim, but as prey to play with.

ও❥ They both became obsessed with you.

ও❥ And you didn't even know that those two were the killers called Ghostface.

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I was wondering if you could spare some headcannons of Sam being protective over you if your feeling any cramps.

I get these really bad ones.. And they just make my stomach clench. I always think about Sam comforting you and doing anything he can to help the pain.

Having something inside helps.. So the image of him letting you use him.. Just warm him as the pains loosen from your pelvis. You spasm and try to come down from the pain and he's just sitting there ever the patient as he soothes you and sweet talks you………

Ok I'm done. This is living rent free in my head. 🫠

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۶ৎ warnings: period cramps, menstrual pain, hurt, comfort, smut (cockwarming, reader on top, no thrusting at first, orgasm from relief + gentle rocking)

۶ৎ a/n: so sure he would make me feel so warm😭, I loved write it. Thank you for the requestt!! Hope u like itt<333

Sorry if this request is weird! I just thought I’d send one in since you were asking

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ! ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Thinking about boyfriendAU!Sam Winchester getting on his knees for his girlfriend, whenever she feels insecure!

Warnings: Almost none! insecurities, oral sex, emotional topics maybe?

(wc: ≈ 1k)

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| The motel room was quiet, except for the occasional typing of Sam's long fingers against the keyboard of his laptop. He was researching, while you stood in the narrow bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Undeniably pretty. Or at least in Sam's eyes. Not yours.

You looked at your reflection, watching your face closely, when tears pool up in your eyes. It’s not your fault. None of this is. And yet, you can’t help but pick at your acne, making your face look redder, puffier, and even bleed on a few spots. It was going to leave marks.

Just as you felt like the world was dawning on you, Sam heard you sniffling. Tall and broad frame appearing behind you, as you looked at your reflection, his hands on your hips, grounding you.

"Baby, what did you do? What’s wrong? Hey, you’re bleeding—" He whispered soothingly, yet his tone carried worry. He spun you around, wanting to face you, as he ran his thumbs under your teary eyes.

"I don’t know— I just.. I wish I didn’t look like this— I.. I’ve tried everything.. You probably think I‘m weird, right? Gross?" You’d remember what other said about you before.

'Have you tried washing your face?' Assholes.

"What are you saying, sweetheart? No— of course, not. You’re the prettiest girl I know.." Sam soothed, as he wrapped his arms around you, comfortingly rubbing your back, letting you hide your face against him, as he pressed kisses against the top of your head.

"You’re lying— You are, Sam! I don’t look good—" You sob against him.

And that’s when he decides to take matters into his own hands.

He picked you up, gently helping you wrap your legs around his waist, while he carried you over to the bed, and laid you down as carefully as he could.

Sam Winchester, the 6'4 tall man, dropped to his knees in front of you, and gently lifted your shirt, in order to press kisses to your stomach.

"Sammy, what are you doing..?" You’d ask, before he began unzipping your jeans, pulling them down to reveal your lace panties.

"Shh, don’t worry. I’ll show you just how much I love you, baby. This okay, right.?" He cooed, leaning down to press another kiss right against your clothed pussy, his nose nudging your clit deliciously. You nod.

Gently, he pulled them off of you, revealing your glistening cunt. He took his time, carefully kissing over your inner thighs, parting them, as he dipped his head between them, and dragged his flattened tongue along your cunt.

Slowly, he began lapping at your arousal, his eyes fluttering shut, as he let out filthy groans and almost whines that vibrated through your body.

"Oh— Sammy..!" You moan, as your hand came down to slightly tug on his shaggy hair, only spurring him on to eat you out even better.

"Mm.. baby, you’re so pretty. Best pussy I’ve ever had. Let me see you, sweetheart, don’t hide.." Sam praised you, as he began inserting two of his thick fingers into your weeping hole, curling them just at your g spot, hard enough to make your back arch off the bed.

"Ah—" Your voice echoed through the run down motel room.

"Good girl, taking it so well, baby.. Let me worship this pretty body. Let me see your pretty face, when you come.. Use my face, baby.." Sam reassured you, his puppy eyes looking at you as if you were the center of his entire world.

His fingers thrusted in and out of your cunt with gentleness yet incredible precision, as he sucked and lapped at your puffy clit, giving you mind blowing pleasure.

When you felt your orgasm approach, your thighs clamped around his head, as your fingers dug into his scalp. Not harshly, just like a massage.

He kneaded your hips and thighs, as he sped up a little, his hips slightly grinding against the frame of the bed, when he got lost in your taste. This man honestly got off on getting you off..

You came with such intense pleasure that you swore you saw stars for a moment, your body tensing as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, before eventually relaxing.

Sam could finally breathe, as your legs loosened around his head again.. but he looked happier than ever, as he watched your fucked out expression and the way frustration and insecurity had slowly left your body.

He pressed a final kiss to your clit, before looking up, arousal dripping from his chin and coating his lips and the tip of his sharp nose.

"Love you, pretty girl.." He told you, as he leaned over your body again and buried his face against your shoulder, just quietly laying with you and making you feel appreciated and loved.

In his eyes, you were the prettiest. Acne didn’t change that.

Not epic or climactic. Just... alive.

• A character almost admits they were wrong and then pivots • Two people sitting in a car after an argument, engine off, neither leaving • Someone practicing a speech in the mirror and hating how it sounds • A character lying for someone they resent • An inside joke that no longer feels funny • A public setting where private tension is simmering • Someone seeing their ex unexpectedly and performing indifference • A character giving advice they absolutely do not follow • A confession interrupted by something mundane • A person rereading old messages they shouldn’t • A gift that misses the mark completely • A character realizing they’ve outgrown someone mid-conversation • Someone saying “It’s fine” and meaning “I will remember this forever” • A moment where a character notices they are no longer the favorite • Two people who used to be close struggling to find a topic