#j2archives writes sammy ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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What a shame

── - ˚.⋆ 𝜗𝜚˚.⋆ - pairing sam winchester x fem!hunter!reader

summary you joined the winchester boys a few months back and got close to the younger one, sam. after sam mentioned a run in with a hunter gordon, your heart sank. gordon was your ex, and you knew how crazy he got. but sam reassured you it was okay, he always did. now, there was a case in new york and it turned out your ex was in the same town hunting vamps. when gordon is turned, sam and dean go out to hunt him while you stay at the motel. when they come back, and dean starts describing how sam handled a super-charged vamp gordon — you started to think about about the image. your crush on sam didn’t help either.

content warnings based on 3x07, mentions of blood, gordon (he’s a tw), sam has a crush on reader, dirty thoughts, way too empathic sam, unprotected p!v, shower sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, praise, pet names, sam’s oral fixation, mentions of dean, fingering, sweet sammy <3, reader gets the best head of her life and doesn’t know what to think, pure filth (trust), slight breeding if you squint really hard, if you squint it’s hinted that sam isn’t average

notes 3.7k words and the long awaited fic!! proofread, enjoy <3

sam knew you and gordon went way back. it wasn’t any of his business, but that didn’t mean he’d shut you out when you wanted to vent. he’s had a few run-ins with gordon himself. Mainly when gordon was trying to kill him — which was pretty much every single one. so he got an idea from that how much of a dick he was.

you’d been hunting with the Winchester boys for a few months now. running into them at some bar in chicago. dean took an interest in you and introduced you to sam. you’d heard of him, almost everyone has. there was no way that this guy is the antichrist and is supposed to doom the world? not with those puppy-dog eyes.

he was nervous meeting you, and you couldn’t blame him. dean told you how they never really ran into other hunters, and you were sure sam had bad experiences in the past. so you were cautious, not wanting to make him uncomfortable in anyway. he was shocked you knew his name, but once again, there was the whole demon thing. word travels fast, especially when it got out that sam was immune to the croatian virus, that was crafted by satan himself. but, you didn’t let that control your view of him, he was much more than that.

dean noticed how close you and sam got, he teased his brother relentlessly for his bright cheeks. sam always rolled his eyes, but deep down he knew his brother was right. he was utterly down bad for you. and he didn’t think you knew it.

it was in indiana when you last saw gordon again, on top of the roof with a sniper trying to take sam and a victim out. dean was the one who tackled gordon, you rushed inside to alert sam so he could get the girl out of there. he noticed how quiet you were afterwards when gordon was arrested and sentenced. He had no idea how much guilt you felt.

when you finally explained to the brothers what happened, sam comforted you afterwards. assuring you that it was okay, and he also apologized for how he fought gordon. you didn’t understand why he was, but it was something he did, he always did. So you thanked him, every time. wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace.

You were tracking a vamp currently in Albany, New york. it turned out a girl named lucy was turned, she had no idea what had happened to her. she didn’t know what she became overnight, she didn’t know that she killed people. your heart weighed heavy for her, and judging by sam — who left the room a few minutes ago, it did for him too. someone had to kill her before she’d lose control again. you stayed with sam in the kitchen, trying your best to comfort him while dean took care of the situation.

“you did what you could sam. at least she had answers.” he didn’t look you in the eyes, averting his gaze to the floor. his head tilted up at your voice, a sigh leaving him. he was grateful you were here with him, but he also didn’t want you to feel worse when he knew you felt a similar feeling as well. “i know.”

there was a lot on the man’s mind right now. you couldn’t even begin on how fucking horrible you felt seeing him like this. and now that gordon was back in town, he’d already shot a few bullets at the winchester. sam didn’t need anymore on his plate, and your stupid, son-of-a-bitch ex had to add more.

dean was going to hell. selling his soul to bring sam back had good intentions, but he still wouldn’t confront what was going on. he showed so little care about himself, and all his younger brother’s been doing is try to save him. dean’s been saving sam for years, since he was six months old — since the house fire. he hadn’t found an answer yet and the trail was getting colder every day. his brother said he did it because he couldn’t live without sam, but now his baby brother would have to live without him. and it pained him in ways you couldn’t imagine. just watching him made your heart ache. you felt so much for sam, and the main thing was empathy.

when dean found out gordon had turned, it changed things. he’d be more skilled, more reckless. he became the one thing he hated most, and now, he didn’t have anything left to care. his main motive has been to kill sam winchester. and now, he was invincible at night. he fed. you and sam found the bodies. the stakes were higher, sam was in danger. and fuck, it worried you. so damn much.

after luring sam and dean out, sam urged for you to stay home — not wanting you in harms way. despite every instinct telling you to go after the brothers, you respected sam’s decision. it tore you apart, that you didn’t know what was happening. you didn’t know if they were okay, if gordon somehow escaped, if sam was hurt, if he was turned. the different scenarios raced through your mind and it only served to make you panic, to worry you even more.

you stayed in the same place you had when they left. when the door opened, it revealed sam and dean. their clothes still bloody. you stood up instantly noticing the look on his face, nearly sprinting towards him. sam was caught off guard by your sudden rush, but he understood.

gordon was dead. and the way dean described it, it was pretty gruesome. sam fought back, wrapping barbed wire around his neck. he managed to over power gordon, slicing his head off within minutes. it explained the blood on his flannel.

dean’s hand grasped the door handle, “I’ll be back in a few, gonna look around to see if we missed anything or anyone.” before you or sam could say anything, the doorknob twisted and dean made his exit.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d say dean was trying to get you alone with his younger brother.

after a few moments of silence, he spoke up first — “I should probably go wash up,” his head tilted slightly towards the bathroom. you nodded, but before he went, he added on.

“about gordon…-“

“it was you or him, sam.”

his eyes widened, confusion painting his features. Sam would’ve assumed you’d be in grieving, mourning, that you might even blame him a bit but no. You replied with: ‘it was you or him, sam.’ to say he was shocked at that was an understatement. he was speechless. having no idea what to say. he just killed his crush’s ex boyfriend. and now you were looking at him with this look. he had a pretty good idea what that look meant, but he didn’t say anything about it. unsure if that’s what you really meant.

sam fumbled for words, “I- wow.” a chuckle left him. one of disbelief, nerves, and for some goddamn reason, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink like a schoolgirl.

“what?” now you’re the one who’s confused. “i thought you’d slap me or something. not defend me…?” the winchester was a damn idiot.

he really didn’t see it, did he?

ever since you met sam outside of the chicago bar, you had your eyes on him. hell, that practically told dean he had no chance. how you felt for sam went way beyond just close friends. you’d seen what it did to him when he talked about jessica. how much he denied or didn’t believe someone actually gave a fuck. now he was losing his brother? no one deserved that, especially not him.

all sam did was worry and care for everyone else. the one time you got your period, he let dean take a solo hunt because he wanted to make sure you were okay. he got you a damn heating pad, practically everything from the vending machine, and even sat through horrible rom-coms with you to try and make you feel better. when dean did something reckless, he’d talk his brother’s ear off about being more careful even though dean sometimes didn’t pay that much attention. he still tried. he still tried to stay positive even when a hunt went off the rails, even when he was pissed at something. he didn’t want to take it out on anyone and make the problem worse, so he tried to calm down.

he really didn’t have a clue.

“i’ll defend you when i want to, sam.” a smile curved up on his lips, shaking his head. “yes ma’am.”

the pet name he used made your cheeks flush, and his own to grow a deeper shade. for a moment you both stood there, sam avoided your eyes. but you kept your gaze trained on him, he was flustered now. when he finally met your gaze, his lips parted slightly.

“I should probably clean up,” another pause. “you can shower with me- I mean, shower before me!” your eyebrows raised, your lips curving up into a teasing grin. “you wanna see me naked, winchester?” he was a mess now, stuttering out anything he could to explain what he meant. despite the implication (that he didn’t mean to blurt out) being so obvious.

“i didn’t mean to blurt that out. it’s not like i’d mind- i don’t want to make you uncomfortable though, at all. Since a lot happened earli-“ sam’s words were muffled by your lips pressed against his. it took him a second, eyes fluttering shut as he melted into you. He kissed you. and the way his lips moved back against yours, you knew that was it— every time he chased your lips, your legs got weaker.

with a herculean effort, he pulled away. sam’s breaths spurred into pants, he was lost for words. you could barely suppress your nerves, the way he was looking at you. the way he kissed you so fierce, kissed you like he loved you too. it was the final straw.

he lightly stroked the side of your arms, it was an intimate gesture even though his touch was so feather-light. it took him a moment, his eyes flickering over your face then darting back to your lips. Still, sam’s eyes couldn’t shake yours; hunger swirling in the depths.

he sucked in a sharp shaky breath, “are you sure?”

—

You urged sam’s back flat against the shower wall, your tongue lapping at his. he was pliant for you as you did, his breath hitching whenever he felt your hands wander. your palms were seeking and appreciating. trying to figure out what made him tick. one of his hands steadied on your hip, while the other tangled in your damp-tousled hair. trying to pull you impossibly closer. there was only one word that could make it through your nerves: he was so damn beautiful. You uttered this to him without thinking, lost in a frenzy.

when you finally pulled away, you kept back open-mouthed breaths. he took you in, admiring how fucking wrecked you looked. he was sure he looked the same, but god. he did that to you. he kissed your lips swollen.

without a second thought, sam took you in his arms. spinning you around for your back to hit the shower wall, knocking the air from your chest once more. he ran his tongue across his lips, his eyes raking down your figure that he now had pinned beneath him. “fuck,” his chin dipped stealing a chaste kiss to your lips before kissing his way down to your jaw.

he nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, earning soft gasps from your throat. he already found your sweet spots, but he avoided them. biting around them before sealing the forming mark with a kiss. as he went, he pressed a burning, open-mouthed kiss to your quivering pulse. The sound his lips made as they kissed down your body was hot and sloppy in all ways that made your thighs tremble. it would’ve destroyed anyone with how he laved his tongue in a ridiculously passionate drag, and it crushed you in ways you couldn’t explain.

now, he kneeled before you. fingers splaying out on your womb as his breath caressed your sex, sam urged your thighs apart with his hands. the space between your legs ached so desperate it was sore. he was so close to where you wanted, it made you squirm.

“i want this to be good for you, baby. i wanna do this good for you…” his nails scraped against your hips and ass, holding you still. before you could even ask, he braced two hands on your thighs and placed them over his shoulder. he cursed at the sight, you were so fucking wet and it wasn’t from the shower. you let out a small whine at the exposure, the way he was looking up at you. as if he had been starving and you were the last item in the fridge.

sam sighed at the sight, “is this for me? don’t get shy on me, sweetheart. tell me.” he was in awe. he couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, i love it when you sound like that— ah.” his cheeks returned to its pink tint in full force. you could feel his breath fanning deliciously over your folds, a slight smirk curved up on his lips as pride flowed through his veins. this whole time you were soaked, holy shit.

he pushed your thighs apart wider, making room for him. he spread your pussy open with his thumbs, “even pretty down here, honey.” he praised. you kept your gaze on him the whole time— or at least tried to. his touch was electric, sending shockwaves through you every second. he was mapping out every inch of skin he could. his middle finger slid through your folds, collecting your arousal on the pad of his finger.

“jesus, sam.” you watched as he brought his fingers up to his lips, swirling his tongue around his digit. fuck, watching him taste you… the sight was painfully hot. sam groaned, “so fucking sweet, baby.” the way he watched you made you feel like you were being devoured whole. he could feel his cock throb but he ignored it, focusing on you.

the moment sam’s mouth was against your sobbing cunt, you broke apart.

his lips wrapped around your clit, alternating between flicking and sucking at the bud. he drowned in your body— in your taste, your cries, your reactions. it boosts his ego, even if he won’t say it out loud. you tangled your digits in his locks, tugging him closer. sam moans into your pussy, lifting his finger up to tease your entrance.

he’s so, so loud. not like you were doing any better. two thick fingers press against your entrance before he finally easing them in. he pulls away for a brief moment, relishing in how tight you felt just on his fingers.

“so good, honey. you’re doing so good. you’re perfect f’ me, y’know that?” his fingers are still lazily scissoring inside of you, but now his mouth is latched onto you again. this time, his tongue’s darting at your entrance where his fingers are nestled. you let out a broken sob, you were helpless. it was so easy for him to pin you down. his thumb moved to your clit next. pressing down on the pearl and rubbing it in tight circles.

your hips bucked against his hands, he was moaning messily in your cunt now. your fingers gripping his hair so tight as you braced yourself. you were so close, you knew it, and so did sam. he had already learned your weakest spots, finding your deepest place that your own fingers couldn’t reach. he had memorized every inch of you, and he was still eager to learn more.

“S-Sam…” your voice trembled, “i know, i can feel you, sweetheart. just let go, ‘s okay… i’ve got you baby, jus’ like that.” just hearing his words made you cry out. sam quickly moved a hand up to your waist, making sure you didn’t fall. watching the pleasure take over your features. he did that to you, he reduced one of the most badass hunters to a needy, begging mess all for him.

once your breathing started to steady, sam kissed his way back up to your face. pressing a soft kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, and lastly your lips.

“how’d that feel?” was he being serious right now? this man. “how the fuck are you so good at that?”

sam chuckled at your breathless response, a sly grin flowing on his lips. “naturally born with it.” you rolled your eyes, chasing his lips again. it was a quick peck at first but quickly turned heated again.

your fingers trailed down, wrapping around his length. he moaned into your mouth, parting from you momentarily to look at where you connected. “fuck,” sam knew what you were chasing after, his forehead pressed against yours as he watched every movement you made, guiding him closer and closer to your slit.

a shaky moan left you when he pressed closer to you, his tip brushed against your clit just once. he looked up at you, observing your reaction. “do you want me to?” god, the bastard knew that you did. You were already soaked again, coating his shaft with your juices. with the strength you had, you moved just enough for him to catch on your entrance. making his breath hitch. “sam, please.”

when he pushed into you, you felt the air get shoved out of your lungs like it had for the past half-hour. the stretch burned just a bit as he worked himself inside of you but feeling the warmth spread through you made you let out a moan. sam wasn’t doing any better. soft, guttural groans and moans escaped him.

“shit, baby..” he panted, his face was buried in your neck as he stilled. giving you a moment to adjust. the feel of your velvety walls squeezing around him fueled his pleasure. you could feel every inch of each other, he was reaching places inside of you that you hadn’t even dreamed of.

your fingernails dug into the skin of his back. “m-move, fuck — please.” your broken plea snapped sam out of his daze.

he pulled out, just the tip left in before he slammed back into you. he wasn’t rough but he wasn’t soft either, he was the fucking godsend of both. hitting your g-spot every single thrust he gave, drawing out pornographic cries and broken sobs.

you didn’t even think sam was supposed to be this deep. the room was so damn hot.

“you’re so . . . thrust . . . fucking . . . thrust . . . tight, fuck!” you were already so close, he was too. being connected like this, feeling each other like this was simply too much. the pleasure was overwhelming. he couldn’t get enough of you, of how well you felt around him, how good you were for him. he wanted to give you the world. fuck…and how you responded to him.

sam’s fingers snuck down to rub at your clit, his other hand still holding your hip. he pressed and circled your bundle, earning your pretty noises. the sounds that filled the bathroom were obscene. the way he had you, that he got to have you made him go harder. faster even. “sam, baby.. sa-sam,” you tried to tell him, but he was already ahead of you.

“i know, sweetheart. me too, god, me too. let go, give me one more. i know my girl’s got one more in her. give it to me, baby. all of it, all on me.” you were screaming out his name as he brought you towards bliss.

he wasn’t far behind, manhandling you enough to fuck up into you how he needed against the shower wall. curses left him as he came, warm spurts painting your gummy walls. he splayed his digits over your hipbone, moaning as his hips continued to stutter. “so good, so good, angel.”

the praise echoed in your mind before being consuming by his sloppy kiss against your lips, the shower still ran in the background. surprisingly still luke warm. “alright, let’s get you cleaned up, ‘kay?” he was careful the whole time, continuing to coo and coax to you. making you weak for the winchester all over again.

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HELLLLLOOO?? the emojis are making me laugh is this what we do in inboxes now?? 😭😭

pls post more we love u ꨄ︎

you are literally disgusting what you post is downright blasphemous. may the lord guide you and may you find peace in jesus christ ⛪️🙏

tf did i do😭

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LET ME B A N G BABY ꨄ︎

── - ˚.⋆ 𝜗𝜚˚.⋆ - content warnings smut, unprotected piv, jealous!sam, established relationship, dom!sam, mentions of multiple orgasms, dirty talk, sweet talk, nipple play, slight manhandling, he knows how to fuck (definitely)

notes fem!reader, the relationship is secret and i keep listening to gang baby by nle sooo… i also am OVULATING!!! and HORNY!!! 600 words and proofread

both of you knew you couldn’t go public, sam knew that. being in a relationship and being a hunter didn’t go together that well. you were going to tell dean, but it never seemed like the right time. which also meant that sam had to watch his brother shamelessly flirt with you and not be able to do anything about it. which is how you got into this position when dean left.

he pushed himself up, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pushed you onto your back. you gasped when he started to thrust again, pulling you flush against him. sam’s lips landed beneath your breasts, kissing you there before moving to one nipple. sucking and licking the bud into his mouth. his new leverage made you weak, and you couldn’t help but moan and mewl out.

you could feel the knot tightening again, signaling your impending orgasm. sam knew what he was doing, he knew how close you were. you lost count of how many times he’d made you cum tonight. You whimpered out his name, making him groan against your mound. “You feel so good, baby.” he panted out, “feel so tight around my dick, fuck.” he nipped at your nipple once before moving to the second.

you moved your hand down to rub at your clit, your voice breathless as you pleaded, “Sam,” he wrapped his mouth around your nipple again. “God, you’re gonna make me- fuck! let me cum on your cock, baby. please. i can’t,” the way he filled you, the way he stretched you so deliciously every time made your eyes roll back. suddenly, sam pulled out. leaving just the tip inside of you. you let out a whine in protest, before he slid his cock up and down your folds.

when he slammed back in, you felt your airways cut off for a split second. he took your breath away so fast, making you start to babble incoherently. you could feel your pearl throb beneath your fingertips, causing you to clench around him again. “that’s it. fuck, keep doing that. get all round up for me baby... let the whole motel hear you, as loud as you want.” the motel filled with your wanton cries and a mix of sam’s grunts and groans, you looked completely blissed out beneath him. sam couldn’t get enough of the sight.

“sammy,” the broken cry of his name shattered him. he made you wait so long, you were trembling beneath his fingertips. sam pressed a soft kiss to your lips, swallowing your sounds. he pulled away an inch, “cum for me, honey. make a mess on it. i’ve got you, sweetheart.” he could feel your breath hitch.

it was pure white as you came, screaming at the top of your lungs. sobbing at the stimulation and repeating sam’s name like a prayer over and over again. he held you through it, slowing his thrusts down enough to work you through your orgasm. you tightened around sam to the point it was nearly painful but enough to drive him to the edge. his brows furrowed in concentration, his nails digging in your skin as his hips started to stutter. he filled you completely, painting your inner walls. he felt your nails claw at his shoulder as he buried his face into your neck.

he placed soft kisses from your pulse up to your cheeks. praising you, “so good, you did so good. you were so loud for me, baby. fuck, all for me.” he still couldn’t get over the fact that he did this. that you were a mess because of him, his cock. that you were his.

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hii, i love your writing, and i saw your post about requesting something and if it’s not a bother i would like to request bratty!reader x Sam Winchester, the reader basically tests Sam’s dominance and doesn’t listen to what he has to say or what he tells her to do until he really makes her listen.

if you’re not comfortable with that i can definitely request something else

ON THE EDGE ꨄ︎

summary you and sam had grown… awfully close. except, you always left first thing in the morning(s). no call, no text, nothing unless he needed to save your ass. he gave you everything you begged for, but he’s been on edge for too long for him to care about that now.

content warnings brat!reader, dom!sam, doggystyle, p!v, mention of sam being on edge (obv), hunter!fem, brief crying if you squint, unprotected sex, riding, degrading, pet names, size kink, sam using his size to his advantage, he really has a filthy mouth, reader fucked dumb she can’t even think of a comment (lmao), multiple orgasms, friends with benefits (if you SQUINT)

notes i love ur requests angels!! keep them coming.

wc 720

every time you went on a hunt with the winchesters, you left straight after. dean didn’t mind it, thinking that was just your way but sam? you and sam had grown awfully close to each other.

you’d save his ass and then leave all of a sudden, then come back acting like nothing happened. it was the same cycle and it was driving him crazy. you got him hooked and then disappeared in the morning. dean noticed sam’s behavior when you did that, how his brother sometimes looked on edge.

he was on edge, your games weren’t making it any better.

now, you did it again. you saved his ass. but when you tried to leave again, sam stopped you. it was pouring down rain outside and he knew you hated driving in that weather. he knew you wouldn’t refuse that. even if you tried. so you went back to the motel with him, dean stayed at the diner you were previously, hitting on the waitress.

everytime you two were together, he gave you what you wanted. what you begged for, what you needed. and still, you acted like a brat. once you got what you wanted, you were gone first thing. no text. no call. not unless he was saving your ass.

you couldn’t look at him if you wanted to. his hand holding you face down in the cheap motel pillow as he worked you towards another orgasm. possibly the 3rd of the night. he was greedy, even despite your pleas for him to slow down — you never told him to stop.

when he had you on top of him, riding him in a pathetic attempt. he’d occasionally thrust upwards, just to see you get caught off guard and sob out. you eventually gave out, you didn’t have nearly as much stamina as the tall man did. “really, baby? making me do all the work because you can’t fuck yourself on my cock, huh?”

when he changed positions, flipping you onto your stomach, you nearly screeched. nails clawing at his arm when he stretched you again. sam used his weight to pin you beneath him, plowing himself into you over and over until there was a creamy ring at the base of his dick.

“s-sam, ‘m sorry. jus’ please, please.” you cried, this time, he sunk his teeth into your shoulder. he could feel you squeeze around him when his lips first traced your skin, a cocky grin already forming on his lips. “you like it though, honey. ‘m not stopping ‘til i’ve had my fill, not stopping til’ you’re fucking choking on my cum.”

if he wasn’t giving you the best sex of your life, you’d say something snarky in response. but all you could do was let out broken mewls and moans. his name leaving your lips like a mantra each time he hit that spongy spot inside you. he’d adjust his angle too, his tip starting to bully your cervix next.

you were gushing around his cock, making it so easy for him to just work himself in and out of your cunt. your eyes were glossy, lips parted because your throat was so sore you just couldn’t get it out anymore.

he knew you were gonna cum soon, not even being able to vocalize it. he kept that same angle, pushing himself inside of you. your body was going limp by the second of his punishing pace.

“i know you’re gonna cum, baby. you can’t hide it from me, how many times have i made you cum, hm? jus’ give me another, sweetheart.” he was coaxing it out of you in the most filthy, vulgar way. but your legs shook, you couldn’t even hold back the hot, white pleasure if you wanted. a broken scream tumbled from your lips, surely alerting the neighbors.

his hips kept moving, this time at the pace he wanted. his hips sped up, his two fingers reaching down to rub at your clit. aching to feel you squeeze him one more time. one, two, three more thrusts was what made him let out a long, guttural moan.

your eyes rolled back for what felt like the millionth time as he fucked his release into you. leaving you both panting and out of breath.

“see? wasn’t so bad, was it, hon?”

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(LOVER)BOY ꨄ︎

summary sam has held a crush on you ever since he’d first saw you down stanford hallways, but once you got partnered up for a school project, sam understands why he’s always felt that attraction towards you. and now you as a sorority girl, have the same one.

pairings stanford!sam x popular!fem!reader

content warnings sam is a cutie, mentions of reader being a sorority girl, valentine’s day!!, sam watches a rom-com for reader, reader catches him staring at her lips, sam cannot stop falling in love with her, SMUT!!, unprotected sex, p!v, kissing, sub!sam, soft dom!reader, praise, dirty talk, creampie (if you squint), really needy, sam begging and whimpering, mentions of sam’s… size, short but cute ending, short and sweet honestly (go stream short ‘n sweet deluxe!!), and more.

notes definitely for my two babies @immodestly-marina AND @h8aaz . . . 1k+ and proofread, kinda rushed (i’ve been sitting for 3 days stuck on the sub!sam part because IM IN LOVE w/ this puppy dog eyed boy

Your dorm room is silent, but not an uncomfortable silence. it was comforting, a contrast to the usual music blasting in your ear around this time. most of your saturdays were spent like that, either being a designated driver for the drunk sorority girls or being the one in the backseat shitfaced straight to hell. but not today.

it was valentine’s day, and you weren’t at a party. you weren’t getting shitfaced. you were spending it with him.

on tuesday, you were assigned a project, your professor decided on pairing you up randomly instead of letting everyone choose a partner. you got paired with sam, the boy who sat two rows behind you.

he knew who you were, sam had been harboring a crush on you for a while now, and thanks to the professor, he got to speak to you instead of just offering you a pen like he would any other day. he kept to himself most of the time, so sam knew you probably didn’t know who he was. but to his surprise, you did. and the project was finished quicker than you both would’ve expected.

you and sam got along well, you shared a few interests and he was the first guy that didn’t start hitting on you with a pickup line during the first conversation. he was careful, always making sure that it was okay if he asked a question, even if he needed to borrow a pencil, he would ask so sweetly.

your friends didn’t understand why you hadn’t shown up to the party since you usually were always there, and your phone had rang for a good 30 minutes before you turned it off and placed it in your bag. sam was still a bit confused on why you decided to stay with him, he assumed that after the project was done you would’ve gone back to your friend group. but you didn’t, you stayed with him.

now, you were both in your dorm room. sam agreed when you asked him if he would watch a movie with you — maybe he agreed too fast. but here you were, it was a random rom-com. usually sam didn’t watch these type of movies, but he learned that you actually enjoyed laughing at the cheesy moments. and that was enough to convince him. he wished he could mentally record your laughter, store it away in his head somewhere. and your smile, he wanted to take a photo of it and tattoo it in his brain forever.

he couldn’t stop looking at you, admiring every detail on your face.

your voice cut through his thoughts, “what’s going on in there, lawboy?” sam blinked, your words starting to register. his face felt hot, and he was sure there was an obvious blush on his face.

“‘s nothing, just… thinking.” he nearly stumbled over his words, it was hard enough to try and not stutter in any way. but you knew there was more than that. he was sometimes a good liar, but you also could read him like a book. it was one of your talents.

“so… staring at my lips helps you think?” sam hadn’t realized that his eyes had lingered on them for so long, his eyes widened for a brief second as he tried to get an answer out. but you cut him off with your lips before he could.

he froze for a split second, but he melted into it. you could feel his lips moving back against yours, and you swore he seemed eager. your fingers went up to curl in his soft locks, tugging at them. sam let out a soft moan, his lips parted just enough for you to slip your tongue past. you explored every corner and crevice of his mouth, wanting to taste him. and he let you.

when you moved to straddle his lap, sam’s hands lifted to rest on your hips. his thumbs stroked the skin underneath the hem of your tank, your lips never disconnecting once. reluctantly, he pulled away, trailing open-mouthed kisses down starting from your jaw. his lips grazed over your pulse point, starting to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin, earning a gasp from you.

“fuck,” your curse spurred him on further, his fingers making their way up to the thin straps of your top. he tugged at it, looking up at you for permission.

“can i?” why did he have to sound so sweet?

with your nod, he tugged the straps down. he didn’t think anything could drive him more crazy but, you wearing no bra underneath did. sam’s thumbs traced over your nipples, feeling them harden beneath his touch. your hips rolled down against his, experimenting. this time, both of you let out a moan. you could feel his hardness pressing firmly against your core and you couldn’t help but to keep grinding down against it, craving the friction again.

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he lifted his hips to help you undo his slacks, watching you undo his belt and pull down his jeans past his knees. you were both bare besides the thin barrier of his boxers and your panties were the only thing that separated you two. sam sounded breathless, “i need to feel you… please, baby.” he sounded so pretty when he begged, and you took note. keeping that in mind for next time.

once you started to lift yourself up, both hands flew to your hips to hold you steady. god, it was better than he imagined. your hands teased the hem of his briefs before tugging the fabric off. he was aching for this, the tip of him flushed a pretty red tint.

and he was leaking like a girl. all for you. everything was for you. it always had been.

“is that okay?” he sounded nervous, and his manners just fueled your arousal even more. he was putting your pleasure before his, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

“you’re perfect, sam.” a nervous smile curled up on sam’s lips at your praise. the pink hue that was more evident on his cheeks was beautiful. he really was, and the way he was looking at you…

sam thought you were one of the most gorgeous, smartest, amazing women on campus, he always had. every time you walked down the hallways or on the sidewalks next to the building, he had his eyes on you. the way your hair flowed, the way your eyes darted to pay attention to who was speaking… when you first did that with him, he thought he would simply pass away. now he was going to have sex with you? now you were praising him? of all people? he’s never been harder in his life.

the hands on your hips guided you to align with his cock. once you hovered over him, sam let one hand slip down to your panties. he could feel the heat radiating from your core, “you’re so beautiful.” and he means it. he really does.

you were soaked, a damp patch apparent where your covered slit was. his eyes widened when he realized. sam winchester, the prelaw student, had you, the popular girl, wet because of him. fuck, he was gonna have good dreams tonight.

sam felt your hand over his, guiding him to pull your panties aside. revealing your most intimate part, he took in a sharp intake of breath.

“do you want me to do this with you, sam? is that okay?” you wanted to make sure this was what he wanted, even though the answer was obvious. he really was a sight to behold. he was perfect, thick and long… and much larger than anyone you’ve ever taken. but especially much softer, more gentle with you. he wasn’t trying to rush you, he was letting you take the lead.

“yes. please.” he begged, his puppy-dog eyes looking up at you with a loving expression.

he grasped his length in his hand, his free one on your hip. guiding his tip to your entrance, sam leaned forward. He captured your lips in a gentle, but passionate kiss. Soothing your nerves as he helped you lower down onto his cock.

you gasped against his mouth, the stretch burned a bit at first. and it took you a while to adjust to the intrusion, sam was still — he knew he was big, not in an egotistical way, but he knew it was a lot for you. His thumb stroked the skin of your hip, and now his other hand stroked the inside of your thigh. Once you were fully seated, he pulled away an inch. in a soft voice, “are you okay? we can stop if you want.” always a gentleman.

“no, no it’s okay, baby. jus’ give me a few minutes.” sam’s heart fluttered at the pet name, and he nodded. he never stopped the gentle caress on your sides, now pressing kisses to your jaw in attempts of calming you. and he was damn good at it.

with a deep breath, you nodded.

the first time you moved, you both groaned. he filled you deliciously, all in the right places. you didn’t want to stop, and you started a steady pace. he latched onto your nipple, sucking and biting at the pebble. your fingers went to his hair, tugging and stroking through the brown strands. sam whimpered against your breast.

he fucking whimpered because you pulled his hair. his hips bucked, earning a loud, wanton cry from you. the way you were bouncing on his cock, looking so blissed out because of him… it drew out a string of curses and moans from him. the sound of skin meeting skin, the obscene sound of your pussy being filled with every inch of his dick made his eyes roll back.

“y-you’re so tight, mph-“ your eyes rolled back, feeling sam twitch inside of you. you kissed him hard, pulling harder at his locks. mumbling against his lips, you managed out: “you’re so big in me, sam… fuck, is this what you imagined? you feel so good, baby.” the last sentence was a drawn out moan. you were so close, and he was barely hanging on. the way you tightened and pulsed around him made his balls draw up tight.

he whined this time, “i need to cum, please. please let me cum inside you- inside your pussy, fuck!” his voice was breaking. he wanted you, he needed you. you took pleasure in this, from him. it was driving you over the edge just by how pathetic he sounded right now.

“yes, you can. yeah, sammy… you can cum. fuck, push me over the edge, i know you can.” your forehead was pressed to his, your hips moving faster. his hand was shaky as he took two fingers to your clit, rubbing the pearl in continuous circles. sam barely could contain his cries as he came, painting your inner walls pure white. he felt your cunt spasm around him, and his body went limp beneath you.

sam let you ride out your orgasm on him, using his body for your pleasure. the sight was fucking stunning… there was a stirring in his groin again. he didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop.

“I um, I meant to say. Happy Valentine’s day.” a smile curved up on your lips, looking up at his still pink face. god he was adorable, “Happy Valentine’s day, Loverboy.”

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Sam with a short girly reader, i’m talking like loves doing her makeup and going shopping for cute little outfits to wear for him. They go shopping and she’s trying on outfits, ends up turning into smut please pookie. 🙏🤍

sheer lace (stanford!sam)

summary even though sam has to study for an exam, he can’t deny you when you want to go shopping. it’s not far from campus after all.

content warnings established relationship (stanford!sam x fem!reader), semi-public sex, oral (m. receiving), praise, dirty talk, lingerie, size kink, mentions of reader having a big difference next to her boyfriend, switch!sam, mentions of getting caught, risky sex, throat-fucking, mentions of gagging, reader really loves sam’s dick, public boner (poor sam), + more!

wc 1.56k (proofread)

notes i really needed to write so here i am! long awaited, sorry for the HUGE delay. hope this is good 4u anon <3

between classes, it wasn’t often that you got to go shopping. sam knew you loved it, buying cute little outfits to try on for him. he knew you loved dressing up all pretty, even when applying your makeup so precisely only for it to get smeared later. it was one of his favorite things about you.

sam was studying for exams (like always), but you begged him so sweetly to bring you to the nearby mall that he couldn’t deny you. He knew that he’d have to finish up later but for now, he’d spoil his favorite girl.

the shop wasn’t that far from campus, so it was only a short walk there and back. the winchester always marveled at how your small hand fit in his own, how you fit against his side. you were at least a foot shorter than him. he was 6’5, all lean and muscle compared to your frame. sometimes he would throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the next store when you really begged, he knew that you couldn’t walk as fast as him, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

after you had finished your last tour, you stopped at a dressing room. it was more private than the ones in-store to be honest, lucky for you. the last store you went to was victoria’s secret, which wasn’t so lucky for sam since he was holding the bags in an attempt to cover his crotch. he swore you were doing this on purpose, especially when you started to model them.

“sammy, come look at this one!” you had just finished adjusting the straps when your boyfriend walked in. his jaw dropped, literally. he’s seen you in lingerie before, it was just the fact this one seemed more… sheer than the others. his eyes trailed down from the valley of your breasts all the way to your abdomen (maybe just a slight bit lower..), god he was so fucked.

a teasing smile curved up on your lips, “do you like it?” liking it was an understatement. “y-yeah, i do, baby. ‘s beautiful on you, you know that.” his voice was breathless. he couldn’t believe how lucky he got.

he was snapped out of his trance when he heard a small giggle from you. “i can see that.” your eyes locked onto the obvious bulge in his jeans, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper shade. “I- uhm.” sam couldn’t get the words out, not when you looked at him like that.

as soon as you were on your knees, he sucked in a breath. this was still public, still in public where anyone could see. maybe even someone from campus- but he made no attempt to stop you. his cock twitched just by the simple graze of your fingertips, you smirked at how worked up he was. he probably had been since you’d left your dorm.

“it doesn’t matter where we are, does it? i still have to take care of you, don’t i?” sam’s belt fell to the floor, the metal cling sounded so much louder like this. once his jeans were discarded, he groaned softly at the cool air hitting his skin. “s-stop teasing, sweetheart.. you know someone could, ahh- come in.” he was cut off with the press of your lips against his leaking head. every time you were like this, you placed a kiss on him through the fabric of his boxers. the innocent look of it drove him crazy.

you hummed, “can’t help it, sammy.. love your cock too much.” how could you always sound so sweet on your knees?

his hips jerked once your slender fingers wrapped around his length, fuck, you looked so pretty with his cock in your hands. instinctively, you swiped your thumb over his head, smoothing the idle line of precum over the top of his dick. sam let a grunt slip past his lips, his fingers moving to the back of your head. “wrap your lips around it, honey.. thaaaats it.. fuck, baby.”

your tongue swirled over his head, puffy lips stuffed with the shaft of his cock. he knew he was a big man, he could stuff you full with just a quarter of his length in your mouth - too big for you to fit him in all the way. but you did anyway, relaxing your jaw just enough to let two thick inches push in more.

guttural moans and groans left his lips as you worked yourself further each time you pulled away, bobbing your head as saliva slid down to your barely covered tits. you were no stranger to sucking sam off, you knew it was a challenge every time you did - there was no changing that.

“fuck, take it like that.. in your mouth juuust like that. so good, so pretty like this, shit.” you were doing your utmost best and the praise that spilled from his lips caused you to moan around his dick. his eyes rolled into the back of his head again and again, his thick fingers tangled in your locks as he guided your pace. “think i can fuck your face? is that okay, honey?” god, still a gentleman even though you were choking around his shaft.

with your nod, sam finally let his hips buck freely. there was no use in being quiet now, the sound of his balls slapped against your chin combined with his noises was enough for anyone to figure out. your fingers squeezed him, eager to get him to the edge.

he liked watching you fall apart, legs spread as you worked to drain him. you were wet, undeniably so. the feel of him on your tongue, tasting him, smelling him was enough to make you ruin the brand new set already.

with a string of curses, he let go. holding your head as far as you could go while you swallowed around him, sucking every drop of his release that you could get. sam hissed, brushing streaks of your hair back so he could see your eyes. your mascara was running down your cheeks and some of his cum slid down to your chest. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. did so good for me..” his voice was a bit hoarse but he still talked to you ever so sweetly. just like always.

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pretty baby ꨄ︎

── - ˚.⋆ 𝜗𝜚˚.⋆ - summary he’s infatuated with you, how could he not?

content warnings lovesick!sammy, brief mention of dean, sugarbaby!reader (kinda), mentions of hunting/training reader and sam’s protectiveness, feminine qualities and traits used so fem!reader, whipped!sam, implied/mentioned intimacy, sweet talk, praise, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, baby, angel), mentions of sam thinking reader is out of his league, fashion and style for reader used, p!v w/ creampie, unprotected sex, brief marking kink, gentlemanly sam (of course), and more!

notes based on a mood board I reblogged, reader has honey daniels style, dean headcanons are being planned i swear!! there’s 500 wc too. proofread. lemme know if you guys want more of these in the comments if you want <3 reqs are open.

sam winchester is infatuated with you to say the least.

naturally in that winchester brain of his, he’s surprised you gained an interest in him. some guy who doesn’t spend his time at the local bars, who is always on the road with his elder brother, who is so soft spoken he sometimes feels bad for thinking inappropriately. but, you didn’t seem to mind that. he was still puzzled by it. you were so beautiful and way out of his league.

and now he had the pleasure of calling you his. his girl, his pretty baby, his everything.

whenever he’s out on a hunt, he always stops at the local market when he can to buy a bouquet. bringing you home a bundle of your favorite flowers, candies — whatever satisfies you. sam does his best to do it every time he’s away. you’d stay at home. sometimes researching lore for their new hunt, but mainly because sam wanted you out of harms way. he knew that the supernatural was everywhere, and he was honest with you about it. Teaching you how to load a shotgun filled with salt shells, how to salt the windows and doors, he even stashed an exorcism book in the apartment. on his free time, sam would help you with pronunciation and the meanings of each syllable.

dean would take solo hunts, letting sam stay at home with you.

sam knew how much you loved shopping and he also knew how much your style fit you. if you wanted a new belt, he’d take you. if you wanted a new pair of shoes, he’d drain his wallet for you. whatever you wanted, he had no issue in getting it for you.

your hair products sometimes could be a bit pricey, but that doesn’t mean sam can’t use his credit card scams to buy each and every one. god, he could go on about you for ages. every feature of you was perfect. stunning. gorgeous. he couldn’t get enough of you.

he was a gentleman by all means, in the bedroom and outside of it.

he’d start slow, savoring the feeling of your painted lips against his. he could taste the lipgloss you wore, almost the same one each time. when you switched it up, he’d compliment you on it. saying you tasted divine every time.

sam loved seeing your marks on him, the red streaks that you left when he had you splayed out on the bed. his cock reached places inside of you that you hadn’t known existed and he’d change angles, pounding into your sopping cunt just the way he knew you liked it.

he hated having to be quiet with you, fuck, sam would drown in your moans every chance he’d get. your song would replay in his head and he never wanted it to stop. but he also loved the feeling of your lips wrapped around his cock or his thumb, another way he could muffle you without slapping a palm over your mouth. he was sure he leaked steadily every time you pulled him out of his boxers. how could he not though?

the sight of loose strands sticking to your forehead after two or three rounds drove sam crazy, especially when you were mumbling incoherently when he was fucking you so thoroughly.

“such a pretty girl, laying beneath me like this. taking every inch of my dick. god, you’re gorgeous.” his praise echoed and sometimes he cut himself off with a moan, feeling your heat pulse around his throbbing length. “you feel fuckin’ amazing, sweetheart.” he couldn’t stop the words from tumbling if he tried, but he didn’t want to. he wanted you to know how ethereal he thought you were, how intoxicating every moment he spent with you was.

he always had an idea of when you were close, sam would coax it out of you. purposely pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back into you. keeping the same pace to earn those breathless sighs from you. “c’mon, baby… cum on my dick, i know you can, angel. you always take it so good, right? i know you can give me another.” sam would pull as many orgasms as he could from you, working you over the edge and then himself. his head jerking back with a guttural moan as he filled you to the brim.

afterwards, he’d run you a bath or shower when he could. peppering your face in sweet kisses, cooing and telling you how precious you were. how good you always were for him. telling you how much he loved you.

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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.

once inside the room, he kicked the door shut behind you. locking it quietly so neither of you were to be disturbed, especially not by a drunken dean. you barely had the minute to take in the room, sam’s lips slotting against yours so messily. his kisses are needy, hungry, and desperate. something you had longed to feel for so long now.

“i missed you.. s’ much, honey.” he managed out between rushed kisses and heavy breaths. you just moaned in response, allowing him to bite and suck at your bottom lip. your feet losing balance as you hit the edge of the bed.

your fingers were slightly shaking as you tugged at the hem of his gray t-shirt, a different attire than the usual flannel he wore. sam parted just long enough to tug the fabric over his head, before he dived back down to pull you into another searing kiss. he knew your body so well, he could feel your heat seeping through his jeans. you wore a nightgown just for this, fuck… all he had to do was pull it up.

big hands clawed at your thighs, pulling them to the edge of the bed as he knelt. he pushed the silk up within moments, revealing your cotton panties. the fact you hadn’t even prepared that well, just threw a sweet gown over your body — it turned him on even more.

you could feel his fingertips dancing along the hem of your panties before pulling them to the side, your pink folds glistening with arousal. he didn’t even need to ask. because he knew who it was for. who it was always for. he dragged a finger up your slit, collecting your slickness as if it was the finest ambrosia. not letting a single drop go to waste.

“fuck, i missed this pretty pussy. always waiting for me, right baby?” you could practically hear the shit-eating grin he had plastered on his lips, but you could only manage a broken whimper. “please.. sam, it’s been too long. You know it has.”

the minute his lips latched onto your clit, you let out a sob. with one hand searching for something to hold onto, the other clawed at the sheet next to you. sam groaned into your pussy, flicking the bundle with his tongue as he teased your entrance with two digits. he worked them inside of you, his second hand lifting up to place a thumb on your pearl as he then moved to lap at your slit. he wasn’t being precise, he was being uncoordinated. like he had been starved and you were the only thing left in the fridge, he felt as if it was needed to use two hands to devour you whole.

he lapped up everything you offered, the obscene sound filling the room left you in shambles. you were gushing on his tongue in seconds, screaming his name as if it was the only thing you’d ever known. luckily, no one in the motel called the cops because surely anyone sane would’ve.

sam lifted his head up eventually, his face was soaked. your arousal painting his chin all the way to his nose, not that he was complaining though. “god, look at you.. so beautiful.” his voice was laced with awe. your vision was slightly blurred for a few moments but you could hear the metal clinking of his belt. he was undoing his jeans. you hadn’t realized how much you really ached to feel him until now.

once he got his trousers off, he leaned forward just enough for you to peel his boxers off. “i missed you, missed feeling you.” you murmured, placing a soft kiss to the fabric of his boxers. he could never get enough of how innocent you seemed when you did that, you were just perfect.

sam’s hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your skin tenderly. “you know i miss you. all the time, sweetheart. wish you were with me every single day.” he truly meant it. he hated this life, hated being away from you. he hated never knowing if you were okay, if you were safe. he wanted to bask in this moment, he wanted to store this memory in his head, locked away for only him to see.

once you peeled his boxers off, you laid back despite wanting to touch him - god, you wanted to touch him so bad - but you needed him inside of you.

sam steadied himself above you, placing soft kisses in the crook of your neck as he aligned himself with your cunt. just one touch of you and the tip of his cock was glistening. without warning, he pushed into you with a guttural moan. your mouth fell agape, a breathless sigh escaping from your parted lips. “fuck, you squeeze me so tight, baby.. perfect fuckin’ pussy, shit..” the words came out more of a whine than the tone he’d usually aim for. he was drowning in your cunt, stretching you wide — so fucking perfect.

the tip of your nails were a nice sting, he’d endured so much in pain in his life but none was ever this goddamn pleasurable. he couldn’t help it, he had to move.

he snapped his hips, slamming against your cervix in just one thrust as he filled you whole. he didn’t have to try, just one thrust had his cock pressing against your most deepest spot. he knew he was going fast, so goddamn rough but he needed it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. every. time.

Sam could make you cry so effortlessly, fucking you stupid with his dick just enough to make a tear slip. He was pounding into you like some savage, the bedframe slammed against the wall. His stamina was unmatched, everything about him was better than any other man you’d been with. And honestly, he’d made you forget a lot of them.

“‘m sorry, honey.. can’t help it, you know i love this pussy. Takes me so well every time, y’know that? you know how perfect this pussy is for me?” his voice was strained, you took away his breath just as much as he did yours. you looked so blissed out, so wanton beneath him - he couldn’t get enough of you.

“sammy, i-“ he pressed a kiss to your lips, swallowing your sounds greedily. his fingers stroked your hair, just letting you know he was there. even as he fucked you into oblivion.

you felt your airways cut as he pushed you closer, white starting to cloud your vision. “cum, cum on my cock, okay? be a good girl, soak the sheets f’ me. you can do it.. i’m right here, cum on it, sweet girl.” your body was trembling from the stimulation, your clit throbbing to the point you thought you’d explode. he held you against him all through it, fucked his cock into your spasming cunt over and over.

you could feel his lips pressed against your skin, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he mumbled curses. “so good, so good.. i got you, i got you, sweetie…”

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ponyboy ꨄ︎

── - ˚.⋆ 𝜗𝜚˚.⋆ - content warnings pwp, lowercase intended, unprotected piv, bottom!sub!sam, top!dom!fem reader, established relationship, hair pulling, morning sex, praise

notes first drabble on this acc !!

sam’s hands roamed over your curves, tracing the swells of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. he looked up at you as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen. and he sure thought so.

watching your lips part to moan his name as your hips grinded down against his pelvis again, sam didn’t think he’d seen anything better. he marveled at the way you fit so perfectly in his arms, how the faint sunlight peeking through the curtains illuminated your features. sam knew he’d do anything to make you happy in a heartbeat and there was no changing his mind about that.

feeling your heat squeeze his length so perfectly had sam letting out a moan, it felt perfect being nestled inside of you like this. his tip hitting your g-spot over and over again. your fingers then snuck down to the back of his head, tugging at his brown locks.

his hips bucked up involuntarily at the sudden action earning a loud and wanton cry from your kissed, swollen lips. sam’s hands slid up from the possessive grip he held on your hips to your chest, holding the mounds in his hands.

“fuck, you’re so perfect. you keep squeezing me so good, i love you, god- i love you so much, just like that.” his voice was strained as he praised you. as much as he wanted to flip you over and take what he wanted, sam knew to act better than that. he was supposed to stay still, let you ride him to your satisfaction. and he did, he wanted to be good for you.

it felt as if sam was getting impossibly deeper, earning a gasp from your lips, “you’re so good, sammy. letting me ride you, take what I need. so pretty, baby.” your voice was breathless, starting to lower like a whisper. but sam could hear you.

when your hips stilled, his hands rushed to keep you steady. his eyes never drifted from where he was connected with you, watching your release drip down onto his skin and the rustled sheets. the sight was enough for him to let go, filling your cunt up to the brim.

it was so messy, but that was just how you both liked it.

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mlist.

smut = **

all of these works belong to j2sarchive . credits are tagged in the post and link .

Sam

pretty baby [inspired by a recently reblogged moodboard and honey daniels - Honey (2003)]**

pony boy [inspired by Ponyboy (Sophie)]**

let me b a n g baby ! [inspired by Gang Baby (NLE Choppa)]**

what a shame !! [title is a lyric from Don’t (Bryson Tiller)]**

what’s your name [fluffy drabble, mom!reader]

on the edge [request]**

sheer lace [request]**

extra.

Lover(boy) [(Valentine’s day special)]**

it doesn’t count, right? [(April fools)]**

Dean

dean w/ angel!reader [headcanons]

. . . to be continued

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seeing people call jared sam pisses me off so bad i can’t even explain it

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everyone’s cooked

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Unpopular opinion but sastiel >> destiel

HELL YEAH WE BEEN KNEW

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sub!sam request sent in will be done immediately ( everyone thank @littlesoulshine )

ik @immodestly-marina is gonna love this one

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I JUST DEVIOUSLY RUBBED MY HAND STOGETUER OH. Y GODDDDDD