#Sammy

[soft--dogs]

listen i know valentine's day was a week ago, i still really want to finish this sammy and nik cupid drawing ToT all of my art energy has to go to comms for now tho

[dulcescorderitas]

rough

pairings: soulless!samwinchester x reader

warnings: slapping, cussing, and implied smut

the motel room smelled like cheap whiskey and something burnt. probably whatever dean had left in the microwave before peeling out of the lot, grumbling about giving you and sam some "alone time"—which, coming from him, felt less like a kindness and more like babysitting.

the door clicked shut behind you, locking you in with the towering man sprawled lazily across the bed. sam barely acknowledged you, his long limbs stretched out, his fingers flipping a dull motel key between them like he had nothing better to do. maybe he didn’t. his soulless gaze dragged over you, slow and disinterested, like he was looking at a puzzle missing half its pieces.

“you gonna just stand there, or you planning to say something?” his voice was low, bored, just a breath away from cruel.

your teeth ground together. “what the hell was that back there, sam?”

he smirked, barely lifting his eyes from the key. “gonna have to be more specific, sweetheart.”

“don’t ‘sweetheart’ me,” you snapped. “you damn well know what i’m talking about. you let that thing rip through those people like they were nothing.”

“they were nothing,” he said simply, as if the weight of human life was no heavier than the key he twirled between his fingers.

the casual dismissal made something in your chest go hot. “you weren’t like this before.”

he scoffed. “before? you mean when i was playing pretend with a soul? that before?”

your hand moved before your brain even caught up. the crack of your palm against his cheek echoed through the shitty little room. it wasn’t a full slap—more instinct than force—but the sharp turn of his head and the slight red bloom on his skin said it landed well enough.

his response? a slow grin.

his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and something dark flickered in those empty eyes. “do it again.”

the air between you turned thick, humming with something electric, something dangerous. his head tilted, offering the other cheek this time, like he was testing you, daring you.

“sam—”

“come on,” he murmured, voice dropping to something husky, taunting. “hit me again.”

your fingers curled into a fist, and this time, you didn’t hesitate. your knuckles connected with his chest, shoving him back slightly. he let out a low chuckle, barely fazed, but something in his eyes burned hotter.

“that all you got?” he taunted, his voice a deep rumble.

your hand flew again, another slap across his face, sharper this time. he groaned, head snapping to the side, but when he turned back to you, his eyes were blown wide with something dark and dangerous. “fuck, you’re making me hard.”

“you’re disgusting,” you spat, shoving him again, your palms pressing into the solid muscle of his chest. he barely moved, only smirking as he grabbed your wrists and yanked you forward, forcing you against him.

“you love it,” he murmured, lips brushing against your ear. “you love pushing me, getting me worked up.”

your breath hitched, but you weren’t about to let him win. you wrenched free from his grip and punched his chest again, harder this time. he only grunted, his fingers flexing at his sides like he wanted to grab you, pin you, do something rough and dirty.

“i should leave you here,” you growled.

“yeah?” he leaned in, his nose brushing yours, his breath hot and heavy. “but you won’t.”

your stomach clenched at the certainty in his voice. his hands found your hips, gripping tight, dragging you flush against him. “you wanna know what i think?” he murmured, voice low and taunting. “i think you like it when i’m like this. i think you want me to bend you over this cheap-ass motel dresser and fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

your breath hitched, heat flashing through you, but you refused to back down. instead, you slapped him again, fingers tingling from the force. his head jerked to the side, a breathy laugh slipping past his lips.

“harder,” he growled. “and then i’m gonna ruin you.”

your body thrummed, the space between you charged with something primal, something you knew you shouldn’t want this badly—but there was no turning back now.

your fingers curled in his shirt, yanking him closer instead. “shut up and kiss me, winchester.”

his answering chuckle was dark, pleased. “that’s my girl.”

and then there was no more talking.

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[guy60660]

Sammy

[adeliadrawstuff]

He ran into some clowns and now hes covered in glitter!!

[d3adchads]

i’m no cinderella but ik it fits

[drunkwithmouthwash]

(Pre-game) || Valentine’s special part 3

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That man is a walking red flag 🚩

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(Bonus)

Their pfps in full

(Sammy’s is from the day she got her Polle plushie ❤️)

[alphabetquest]

I'm surprised Dean didn't volunteer 🤣 and Cas was brilliant. But of course Sam will do it, he likes to help. 😜

Prompts: No string attached.

Another One For @jarpadversebingo

Square filled: Sex Pollen

And My First For @alphabetquest

Prompt: No Strings Attached

Warnings: Language, Smut, Sex Pollen, Shower Masturbation, Fantasying about P.I.V, Fantasying about Fem. Oral Receiving.

Summary: Trying to recover an artifact for Cas you run into a nifty little thing called sex pollen.

Special Thank To @copperboom82 My Forever Beta Bestie 🫶

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“Are you sure you’re ok?” Sam asked from the passenger seat of your bronco.

“Yes.” you reassured him. “I’m sure if the magic pink dust was going to have any effect on me it would have happened by now.”

“You don’t know that.”

You looked over at him. “Sammy. I am fine.”

“Did you get it?” Cas asked as soon as your feet were in the bunker.

“Yes, here” You handed him the the wrapped artifact you heisted from the witch’s den.

“Thank you.”

“We may have a problem though,” Sam said walking up behind you.

Cas looked at him, then to you.

“It’s nothing.”

“Little Ms. Independent couldn’t wait for someone taller than her to reach the damn thing.” Sam explained. “She knocked a wooden box down, and some kind of pink dust came out of it.”

“What was it?” Dean asked as he approached.

“Not sure,” Sam huffed.

“I’m fine. I feel fine,” you said slapping away Cas’s hand

“And you’re sure?” He asked giving up trying to see for himself.

“Oh my god, yes.” you groaned as you walked away.

The scent of vanilla sandalwood filled your nostrils as Sam sat next to you in the library, making you shift in your seat.

“You alright there, y/n?” Dean asked watching you squirm.

“Fine.”

You leaned back in your chair bringing the lore book to your lap. A flash of heat rushed through you as Sam leaned in. “Whatcha reading?”

“A book…”

He let out a light chuckle. “Huh, you don't say.”

You lifted your eyes, skimming over his hard jaw line, the stubble on his cheeks, those cute dimples that dipped when he smiled.

Your eyes stopped when they reached his lips. hey looked so soft, so full. You wondered what it would be like to kiss them. It was as you started to lean in that you slammed the book shut and shot up out of your seat.

“Uh, I gotta go. Do a... a thing.” You pursed your lips together and walked out.

You inhaled deeply, your muscles easing as the hot water cascaded over them. You let out a sigh when you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Sam, if I have to tell you I’m fine one more time I swear I’m going to punch you,” you shouted.

You heard him laugh, “Dean made burgers. Yours is getting cold.”

Another flash of heat washed over you, pooling at your center as you thought about inviting him in. How sexy his hair would look dipping wet. Your core thrummed as you mind wandered. His muscular arms would be holding you up against the wall. Thrumming turned to throbbing as you thought about his hard cock pounding into you until you couldn’t take anymore.

Your fingers traced down your stomach in the same pattern of Sam’s imaginary lips, his hair tickling the sensitive skin as he kept inching down. Letting out a light moan, your finger tips circle your clit, as Sam’s tongue starts to do the same.

Your fingers quicken their pace at the same time as him, making you moan louder. His hazel eyes flashing up at you through wavy brown strands as he watches you squirm with pleasure. You bring your free hand down, sliding a finger in your entrance. You feel the tension in your stomach start to build as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Fuck Sam,” you moan out as you work yourself closer to your climax, focusing on the imagines in your head.

“Come for me y/n” He lets out in a whisper, your walls pulsate around your fingers as the bliss crashes over you, your panting muffled by the shower and you ride out your high.

“Cas, can I talk to you for a minute?”

3 pairs of eyes flash to you as once.

“I’m ok, I just need his help with something,” you told the Winchesters

“Like?” Dean said with raised eyebrows.

“Like his opinion on what lingerie I should wear tonight on my date.”

Sam cleared his throat as Dean’s face held a dumbfounded look. “Yea, Cas you’re the man for the job.”

“I don’t really think I’m the best person for this.” Castiel objected as you walked into the hall.

You rolled you eyes. “No, that was to get away from them. Something is wrong with me.”

“Are you hurt?” He asked lifting his hand in you direction.

“No.” you said slapping it away once more.

“Well then what’s wrong?”

“Well,” you scanned the hallway and lowered you voice. “I um, I kinda thought about Sam today.”

“Well, he is your best friend. I imagine he’s well being crosses your mind many times a day.”

You sighed. “No, Cas I thought about Sam and ya know...” You sigh again when he still doesn’t get it “rubbed one out”

“I don’t understand. What were you rubbing?”

You eyes flicked down, as your hand gestured to your nether regions

Castiel’s eyebrows shot up “Oh, Oh.” he nodded his head. “And you’ve never thought about?”

“Nope.”

“And you don’t have feelings for-”

“Nope.”

“And you think it has to do with the-”

“Yep.”

“I’ll be right back.” And with a small breeze he was gone.

You screamed out in pain as you woke, drenched in a pool of your own sweat, agony rippling through your veins.

“What the hell?” Sam busted though your bed room door.

Dean, gun already drawn, scanned the room. “What’s wrong with her Sam?”

You felt the bed dip as Sam sat down. “I don’t know, she’s burning up.” He looked to Dean then back to you. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You winced as the touch of his hand on your cheek made the throbbing worse. “Where’s Cas?”

“Cas!” Dean’s gruff voice echoed through to the hall.

“I’m here.” Cas said rushing to your side. “y/n I figured out what it was.”

“And?” You asked, your walls thrumming to the point of pain made you whine.

“Well for lack of a better term, it was sex pollen.”

“What the fuck is that?” Sam asked as he stood up

Castiel looked up to Sam “It’s a witches pollen. If she doesn’t have intercourse,” he looked back down to you. “I would guess soon, her fever will continue to raise.”

“And then what?” Dean asked.

“Well, a fever greater than 105.8°F cause cause organ damage. Then if it reaches above 108°F it can cause convulsions and maybe death.”

“So, you telling me if she doesn’t get laid, she will die.”

“Yes.”

“And there’s nothing you can do?” Sam asked.

“I’ve been looking into it, but-”

“You’ve been looking into it?” Dean cut him off. “You knew?”

Castiel sighed. “Yes, earlier she told me something was wrong when she-”

“Shut up Cas!” You shouted.

“When she what?” Sam asked.

Castiel looked at you, staying silent.

“When she what, Castiel?” Sam’s voice rose.

“When I got off to you in the shower,” you shouted, the flashback of your imagination making the throbbing pain in your core worse.

Sam’s jaw dropped a bit, “I. Um I didn’t know you had.”

You sighed. “I don’t that’s how I knew something was wrong.”

“Mm I’m just gonna go... Call Rowena.” Dean said stepping backwards.

“I already tried.”

“Well maybe she found something new.” Dean rushed out the door.

“I managed to track down Drexyl, I was about to go see him before you called.”

“Go. If she gets any worse, we will call.”

“Or…” you said once Castiel had vanished.

“Look, you're awesome and a really great hunter, but.”

“Sam, I’m not asking you to fall in love and get married, I’m just asking you to fuck me so I don’t die.”

“Just sex?”

You nodded.

“No strings?” he asked

“No strings,” you echoed his words

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[officialspec]

assembly required (oc)

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Jim Beaver is a treasure ...

[bs-fangirl]

Dinosaurs:

[gothamghostwhispers]

Interesting that it came with instincts….

Got turned cartoony

they just… cartooned me

[soft--dogs]

Bellies, noses, and paws, all deserve pink shading 💯💯

pink puppies pink puppies!

[sammybeann]

[fictional-apologistt]

sam when he sleeps 🥺

[chapelh1ll]

They're so 👬

Was rewatching s2 and NEEDED to draw this scene

[drunkwithmouthwash]

I went WILD with this 😂😂

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