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STALKER EDDUE SERIES PASTED FROM OLD ACCOUNT

#1 Stalker Eddie pt 1

#2 Stalker Eddie pt2

3# Stalker Eddie pt 3

4# Stalker Eddie pt 4

RANDOM BLURBS FROM OLD ACC

1# blurb

2#Freaky Eddie+Jonathan at the end

Dean & Sam

Really shitty Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester blurb

Jealous Dean x Sam’s girlfriend! Reader

Sam Winchester

Yandere Winchester x fem

Doctor Sam Winchester

“I just don’t get it sweetheart? Why’d you choose Sammy?? I mean I’m right here! You’ve even known me longer?”

Dean asks you one night after a hunt, you curled up next to a “sleeping” Sam, tucked under his massive arm, legs tossed over his lap as he sits upright against the headboard.

You’re nursing a beer, quirking your brow at Deans comment, confused on where this is coming from, neither of you noticing how Sam’s jaw clenches.

Dean leans in, watching you swallow down the rest of your beer, his eyes glued to your low cut top, watching as you reach for a fresh beer from the cooler. Sam whining a tad and pulling you back right as you wrap your hand around the neck of the amber bottle.

“I love him, Dean? He’s gentle and sweet and he eats healthy, keeps me on track, he isn’t an alcoholic, not to mention how massive he is! God it’s so hot how he can just pick me up like I weigh nothing”

You giggle, clearly bordering a little past tipsy, nuzzling back into Sam’s chest as he squeezes you into a gentle side hug, his massive palm on your outer thigh, thumb rubbing against the soft skin there. His lips against your temple, shifting in his “sleeping state” to hold you tighter.

“Yeah sure but I know I could make you feel so much better than he does. Could protect you better than he could”

Dean mumbles, tossing you the bottle opener, watching you crack open the bottle and take a long sip, sighing happily at the cool beer sliding down your throat.

“I had her screaming last night Dean, trust me, I can make her feel better than you ever could. I ruined the poor girl for any other man.”

Sam grumbles from where he lays under you, his nose now in your neck as he glowers at dean. Both men glaring at each other while you just reach for another beer, handing it off to Sammy.

“Morning handsome”

“Good morning love bug”

Based off of the song “dr.feel good” by Rania.

You sit on the shitty cot, staring at your hands as you wait for your appointment to start. You’re really fucking hoping that whoever you did last week didn’t give you anything.

As you’re stewing in your dread for why it feels so itchy and gross down there your doctor walks in. Dr. Winchester

And holy shit. You’re so wet you don’t even think he’ll need to lube you up ..and his hands oh god his hands are so big and veiny and holy shit his biceps.

“Hello, you’re miss…right?”

He says in that gentle, smooth voice that has you leaning in to listen

“Yes—yes sir…”

“Okay then! Let’s get started, you said you were having a burning and itching sensation around your vulva? Or is it your vaginal canal that is uncomfortable?”

He asks you while slipping on blue latex gloves, watching as you prop your feet up on the rests.

“Good girl—thank you…I’m going to poke around a little is that okay?, if anything is uncomfortable please tell me? I don’t want to hurt you”

“Y-yeah—that’s fine—“

His first touch has you whining into your hand, head tilted away from him..which means you can’t see him smirking, even if you looked down you wouldn’t see him under your gown. He’s salivating..nothings wrong with your vagina or labia, it’s just a tad irritated, probably from the wrong fabric of your underwear or from a soap of some kind..but he’s going to look as much as he can, and see if he can get you a orgasm…his breath deliberately brushing over your cunt to see you shutter and hear you whine.

“Doing so good miss”

He coos gently, pumping his gloved fingers in and out of you in a rhythmic manner. Gently rubbing your clit

“I’m seeing if an orgasm hurts, you understand that’s a part of the procedure correct?”

“Yes—mmmh..yes sir”

“Good girl..”

He coos, lips locking around your clit, grinning when he sees your thighs trembling.

“Doing so good for me sweet thing”

He murmurs against you, pulling back for a second when you gasp. Only to be pushed right back into place by your grabby hands. His eyes closing as he wraps his mouth around your mound, drinking down your slick and cum as you convulse and moan into your palm.

“So good—, you taste normal, and your orgasm happened normally, there’s only some minor irritation, most likely from a new fabric for your underwear or a body wash of some kind? You did so well love bug”

He coos gently, petting your thigh as he explains whats going on, watching you with such a soft expression it makes you want to curl up against him and never let go.

“You know-..I never used my mouth on anyone else…in a setting like this”

He mumbles, handing you a note with his personal number on it. Very clearly wanting you too call him so he can fuck you properly.

“Call me okay?, I don’t want you doing anything with other people who aren’t clean. Got it?”

Warning: breeding kink, cnc, Sam has a non-con kink sorta

You and sam has been friends for a little while..

Teenage friends that met in high school, dean having caught you and him making out and dry humping when you were sixteen and he was eighteen on a couple occasions-eventually things between you both come to a head, and Sam is tugging on a condom as you work yourself open on his fingers. Sam clips a small hole into the condom forcing his fat cock inside way to fast, it hurts so much and he knows it hurts—and he's so sorry but it feels so good-sooo damn good it has him keening

“I’m so sorry—oh fuck—love bug I’m so sorry—I’m sorry— love bug forgive me please it’s just—you’re so—ah! Ughhh So—so beautiful hunny—and with my baby—fat and round and perfect with my kid—oh fuck you’d look gorgeous—you wouldn’t even need to loose the weight after or during your pregnancy—god all you’d have to do is help feed the poor thing—I’d get up at night to calm the baby down—uugghhh oh fuck yeah—we’d—we’d get a milk pump—I know how grossed out you are by how the nipples change—baby wouldn’t have to breast feed if you don’t want it too—oh goddddd ughh uh—no!”

He wails, shoving you right back down into the plush mattress of your apartment the second you try to push his Goliath self away, fucking you harder because he just needs you to have his babies now that it’s in his head.

He sobs into your neck when he cums, hips sloppy and rough against your thoroughly abused hole. He curls you against his chest, your legs over his hips as he keeps himself seated inside you, kissing your forehead and cheeks as he coos about making sure it takes properly.

“So beautiful—so sweet, no—no no baby—sleep love bug—just sleep for me—we’ll check in two weeks if it took m’kay?..just sleep for now prefect girl.”

Warnings: mention of kidnapping and handcuffs

Imagine Running in the woods as far away from Sam Winchester as you possibly can. Your feet burn and your head hurts so much your vision blurs at the edges. One of Sam’s old tank tops cling to you, back slick with sweat as Sam screams out your name, scared half dead because you somehow broke out of your oh so soft cuffs, and found the key to the bunker.