#jared padalecki drabble

[zepskies]

Wake Up Call

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Sam often gets up before you in the morning. He enjoys luring you into the waking world. 

AN: Surprise! After writing Rest for Dean, equal parts hurt/comfort and fluff, I’ve been itching to do some “early morning” fluff for Sam…

Word Count: 700

Warnings: 18+ only for smuttishness. Fluff and feels.

Unlike Dean, Sam isn’t one to be sentimental.

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. On the contrary, he hordes and treasures memories in his mind, rather than on his shelves.

It also means he’s not one to collect things just to have them. There has to be a practical use, like the way good books can be read again. Even his dad’s journal is a useful resource, not just a record of the man’s most significant words, and in some ways, his legacy.

Sam’s room is function, not fluff.

That is, until you invaded.

Well, less invaded, and more invited, but still. He sees traces of you everywhere, in the half-drunken mugs of coffee and tea piling up across his nightstand; in the shelves you’ve put up to showcase his books, alongside yours (complete with “cute” little bookends you found at a flea market in town); and in the extra fuzzy blankets and smaller pillows you’ve bought, not only because they’re comfortable, but because they help “pull the room together,” in your words.

Sam had to snort at that one. Somehow, he doesn’t think a few decorative pillows and a lamp from Goodwill are going to make a windowless bedroom in a bunker look like a page out of a Pottery Barn catalog.

But he humored you then, with the same smile he looks down on you with now. It's early in the morning as he sits up beside you in bed with his coffee. He has a fresh mug ready for you on the nightstand. (He's also brought the army of old ones back to the kitchen sink.)

He spares a moment from his laptop to brush your hair away from your cheek as you sleep. His hand drifts down your bare shoulder, as far as he can reach down your arm. Finally, his touch stirs you. Your breathing shifts with a little hum as you creep closer to wakefulness.  

“Awake already?” you grumble at him.

“Yeah. Waiting for you.”

“Hnnmmmmm.”

Sam smiles. You can be so grumpy in the morning.

He takes another sip of his coffee and sets aside his mug and his laptop. He gets up just to raise his side of the blankets, sliding back in and slotting himself behind you. You sigh after his arm has slipped beneath your head, and the other around your waist, pulling you comfortably warm against his chest.

He issues his first plan of attack, laying soft kisses behind your ear, along your jaw. Even with your eyes closed, you smile as his long hair tickles your cheek. He pays special attention to your pulse point, nipping and sucking gently. A shiver tingles down your spine.

“No fair,” you breathe out, reaching back a hand to card through his hair. Your fingers tangle in the dark strands as he smiles against your skin.

He continues his tantalizing path down your neck. His hand moves under the sheets, under your borrowed sleep shirt. His thumb brushes the underside of your breast, earning a pleased hum from you. It encourages him to palm the round softness with his big hand, pebbling the nipple under his nimble, rolling fingers.

Uttering a soft whine, you begin to subtly writhe against him. Your ass presses back into him, accidentally-on-purpose. His arousal rises to meet you, a low-burning fire crackling to life.

Sam’s kisses become more insistent with the brush of his tongue against your skin. His hand moves from playing with your breast, down the soft length of your body. Every move is a form of delicious persuasion, especially when his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties.   

“You awake yet?” Sam teases, his lips moving against your cheek.

Your smile grows. You finally open your eyes and tangle your leg with his under the covers.

“If I’m not, this is one hell of a dream,” comes your cheeky reply.

Sam chuckles. His fingers dip between your legs, into your wet heat. You suck in a breath.

His voice in your ear is enough to raise the hair on your arms.

“Baby, we haven’t even started yet.”

AN: 😘 Hope you enjoy! I haven't written Sam in a while, but I do love him too. 💜

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struggle ❀༉‧₊˚

pairing sam winchester x fem!reader

warnings smut | p in v | size kink if you squint hehe

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With one of his big hands on your hips, Sam watched you try to move up and down on his cock. He just smiled at your attempt, a pathetic one, but he thinks it’s cute. “Struggling?” He said cockily. He slid his thumb over one of your nipples, watching your body respond to him.

“Help me, please,” You begged as your hips slid back and forth, just anywhere for a sense of satisfaction.

“You’re a dirty fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?” He didn’t look away from you, didn’t give you the opportunity to hide from him.

Sam felt much, much better as he pounded into you while you grappled for his arm— or anything to hold on to. He loved watching you twitch and moan when he changed pace, waiting for you to buck your hips forward for him.

“C’mon, princess. Be patient,” He taunted, his cock was all consuming. He shamelessly watched it disappear into your cunt. You reached for his arm but couldn’t find it in you to move; the way he was talking to you, making you feel. It was all too much.

“Yeah, that’s good. Atta’ girl,” He praised as you whined in pleasure. Your body went limp when he fucked you like this, all of your control disappearing so easily with him, “Just lay there like that. Let me use you.”

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[figthoughts]

i need some aftercare with sam!! like after a rough fuck he cleans her up and cuddles her, maybe runs her a bath?? something like that

ahhhh, i’ve never written for sam before but this was such a cute lil idea!! i hope you enjoy <3

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the mattress squeaks as sam slumps down next you, his body slick with sweat and his lungs pulling in deep breaths as he tries to steady his breathing, “you alright, baby?”

he turns to you with his heavy-lidded eyes, awaiting your response, watching the little tears roll down your cheeks.

you muster up the energy to return his gaze, his eyes softening slightly as you speak, “yeah, sammy. m’alright.”

“happy tears?” he asks, gently wiping away the few tears with his thumb, his eyes searching yours.

you nod softly against the sheets, too tired to bother speaking. you feel the need to move closer to him, so you do, your fucked out body shaking a little as you find your place in his arms.

“that’s good, my angel. you did so well for me, you know? took me so well,” he praises quietly in your ear as his arms wrap around you, pulling you snug against his chest.

you hum in response and bury your head into his neck, searching for comfort as your warm salty tears wet his skin.

you lay together silently, your flushed sweaty bodies tangled with one another. sam rubs his hand up ‘n down your arm absent-mindedly trying to soothe you in your overwhelmed state.

“you want me to clean you up, baby?” sam asks, breaking the silence after a few moments, gently brushing some of your hair back that’s stuck against your sweaty forehead.

you hum again and nod, “yes, please.”

sam begins to pull away and get up, but your arms grab ahold of his shoulders. he looks down at you with a slightly concerned expression.

“wait,” you say quietly, “can you— umm— run me a bath, sammy? m’just a little sore.”

sam frowns at your soft confession, “yeah, of course, baby, i can do that. i— uhh… i didn’t hurt you, did i?” his widened eyes search yours, desperately needing reassurance that you’re alright, that he didn’t hurt you.

you shake your head, lifting it to meet his gaze head-on, “no, not like that. just… sensitive. and maybe a little sore from your grip… like on my hips and stuff, but i’m okay. i promise.”

he nods, the tightness in his chest fading at your soft-spoken words. he pulls himself up off the bed and he looks down at your exhausted body, “okay… cause i want you to tell me if i go too far. i want you to always tell me, okay?”

“okay.” you reply simply, the expression on your face and the look in your eye speaking more than words ever could.

he lets a smile grow on his face, “good. okay, bath time. i’ll be right back, my sweet girl.”

he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead with that dopey little smile on his face. you watch him disappear into the bathroom, followed by the sound of splashing water filling the tub.

sam returns a moment later, the smile still on his face as he takes in your state on the bed; your body all spread out, still twitching slightly with his seed dripping out between your legs. he thinks you look beautiful. heavenly even.

“mm’kay, can you walk or do you want me to carry you in?” sam tilts his head, a cheeky soft smile dancing on his lips.

you manage to pull yourself up into a sitting position, your eyes locked onto his, “can you carry me? i don’t want to walk.”

a huff of a laugh escapes sam’s mouth as he walks over to the edge of the bed, “oh, you don’t want to walk, huh?” he asks incredulously and scoops you up into his arms, “well, it’s a lucky thing i’m here then. your big strong boyfriend can carry you.”

his joking tone paired with his big strong arms wrapped around you forces a tired, yet amused, smile onto your face, “yeah, lucky me.”

he shakes his head and chuckles as he carries you bridal style into the bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the bath.

you watch as sam dips his hand into the water, testing the temperature, “hmm, alright. nice ‘n warm for you. another minute and it’ll be full, okay?”

you nod in response, watching sam grab a small hand towel, rinsing it under the sink. he turns to you, “okay, baby. let me clean you up a little. i made a mess of you, huh, pretty girl?”

he kneels in front of you, his big hands coaxing your thighs apart as you watch him, tilting your head at the sweet boy in front of you.

sam gently wipes the warm wet cloth between your thighs, cleaning up the sticky mess of your arousal and his cum. he’s so gentle, his eyes flickering up to meet yours, almost as if he’s making sure you’re still alright.

“there we go,” he hums with a smile and pulls back, looking you over, “all done, baby.”

“thank you,” you manage to mutter out as he throws the towel into the sink without a care.

“s’no worries, sweetheart. i did that to you, it’s only fair i clean you up, huh?” he grins at you, before leaning over and turning the water off.

“alright, can you hop in yourself or do you want your big strong boyfriend to help you again?” he asks playfully with that grin.

“i can do it, sammy,” you chuckle out breathily, sliding yourself into the water. you let out a deep sigh of relief as you’re enveloped in the warmth of the water.

sam smiles, tilting his head like a puppy as he watches you instantly relax, “good?”

you nod up at him, “good. thank you, sam.”

he shakes his head dismissively, “s’the least i can do for my pretty baby.”

your cheeks heat up a little at his sweet words, your fingers tapping at the surface of the water.

“do you want to hop in too?” you ask after a moment, your tired eyes looking into his.

“yeah, i do. i really do,” he chuckles and slides into the tub behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

“mmm, i love you, my pretty girl,” he coos softly into your ear, his lips brushing against it.

you can’t help the smile from spreading across your face, “i love you too, my sweet boy.”

A/N: ahhh first time writing sammy!! i’m not a sam girly but this was fun, i do love him <333

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[sambleeding]

bite me // sam winchester x reader

"hnn—fuck," sam arches his body as you prod your tongue into the heat of his ass, pressing at the rim of his hole. it's savory and warm in the best way, and to have all six feet and five inches of sam winchester writhing below you in simple pleasure? you might come untouched from the thought.

you feel him push towards your tongue as you pull away, tutting before taking the meat of his right asscheek between your teeth and biting down.

now, you weren't expecting the moan that elicited from sam, the way he shifted under you to readjust his leaking cock against the bed.

"oh, sammy," you coo, breath fanning over the skin where you bit him, thumbs rubbing into his hips. "did you like that?"

sam whines and tries pushing his ass against your face again.

"use your words, boy," you say, kissing his soft skin.

"oh—yes, so good."

you knew that was going to be one of the more sensible responses you would get out of him, so you work yourself up his body, planting kisses as you go, til you're breathing in his shampoo and nuzzling into his neck.

sam was gorgeous like this: quietly panting, skin glistening slightly from a thin layer of sweat that perspired itself as you pressed your finger on the rim of his hole, still slick with your saliva, his hair was disheveled and his whole body twitched with need.

"such a good boy for me. all for me," you say as you push yourself in.

you loved how keen he always was for you to be on top. he liked being useful, but he loved being used.

as you push in a second finger, you sink your teeth into the juncture of his neck, almost hard enough to break skin. you don't know if it was from the second finger, or the bite, but sam yelps before moaning and coming with a small, final thrust into the bed.

[dulcescorderitas]

the camera shakes in dean’s hand as he lifts it, the lens zeroing in on you, sprawled out between them, bare skin already heated and flushed. he grins, that cocky, shit-eating grin that always makes your stomach twist up, except now it’s your cunt clenching around nothing, anticipation thick in the air. “look at her, sammy,” he murmurs, tilting the camera so it captures the way your chest rises and falls, the way your legs shift like you can’t decide whether to press together or spread wider. “she’s already fuckin’ gone for us.”

sam chuckles low, that deep, warm sound that always sends a shiver straight down your spine. he’s behind you, long fingers trailing up your arm, over your shoulder, teasing along the side of your neck. “c’mon, sweetheart,” he says, voice honeyed and coaxing. “you gonna show the camera what a good girl you are for us?”

you bite your lip, but dean’s already setting the camera down on the nightstand at an angle, making sure it catches everything as he leans in, hand curling under your chin. “nah, don’t do that,” he tuts. “lemme see that pretty mouth.” his thumb slides over your lower lip, pressing in just enough to coax it open, and his eyes darken when you let your tongue flick against the pad of it.

“jesus christ,” sam mutters, and then his hands are on your waist, pulling you back against him, his mouth hot against the curve of your shoulder. his teeth scrape, and you whimper—something needy and desperate that has dean groaning as he kneels between your legs, hands gliding up your thighs.

“sammy, get the camera again,” dean says, his voice rough with want. “wanna make sure we don’t miss a second of this.”

sam’s fingers drift lower, skimming between your legs, teasing, just enough to make you whine. “think she likes that,” he muses, reaching over to grab the camera, bringing it close again. the red light blinks, recording every second. he tilts it down, making sure to get dean in the frame as he spreads you open, running his fingers through the slick between your thighs.

“shit, sweetheart,” dean murmurs, gaze flicking up to yours as he lets his fingers sink in, slow and teasing. “you’re drippin’. bet you’ve been waiting for this all night, huh?”

sam chuckles, shifting the camera back to your face. “tell the camera, sweetheart,” he urges, his free hand sliding up to cup your breast, fingers tweaking your nipple just right. “tell it how bad you want us.”

heat floods through you, your skin burning under their touch, under the scrutiny of the lens. “please,” you murmur, breath hitching when dean’s fingers curl just right inside you. “want you so bad—need you both.”

dean grins up at you, then turns his head toward the camera, smirking. “you hear that, sammy? she needs us.” he glances back at you, wicked amusement flickering in his eyes. “guess we better give her what she wants.”

sam hums his agreement, shifting the camera to catch every detail—the way dean’s fingers work you open, the way your body reacts, trembling and eager. then he hands the camera off to dean, making sure it stays focused on you as he drags you back against him, letting you feel every inch of how hard he is through his jeans. “think she’s ready for us?”

“oh, she’s ready,” dean says, voice thick with need. he adjusts the camera again, making sure it’s aimed right as he tugs his belt open, metal clinking, fabric rustling. “and she’s gonna look so fuckin’ pretty takin’ it.”

sam reaches over, taking the camera from dean and flipping it around to face both of them. the screen reflects their wicked grins, eyes dark with hunger as they look straight into the lens. “hope you’re ready for this,” sam murmurs, dragging his tongue over his lower lip. dean leans in beside him, smirking at the camera. “gonna make sure she never forgets this,” he says, voice low and thick with promise. sam nods, glancing at dean before turning the camera back to you. “yeah, we’re about to wreck her.”

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[tequilai]

yearning sam, who cannot get enough of you. Specifically made for @hauntedrose555

A MAN WHO YEARNS IS A MAN WHO EARNS

once you start predicting his questions he knows he’s cooked (don’t mind my typos and all that shit)

[castiwls]

so it goes - s.w

Paring; sam x reader

Prompt; 'Gettin' caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face'

Requested; anon

Notes; reqs and inbox are open !

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It wasn’t often you found yourself getting a moment alone anymore. Hunting had seemingly taken over your entire lives and left you with little time to enjoy the other things in life.

It had been so long since you had eaten anything which didn’t come from a box or a takeout bag that you’d almost forgotten how calming it could be to cook your own food. The smell alone left you floating into your own little world, your worries seeming to melt away the longer you moved around the kitchen.

Grabbing a tomato you carefully sliced it, humming to yourself as you did. Placing the knife down you carefully scooped the pieces into a bowl before. As you moved the feeling of two arms wrapping around your waist pulled a small gasp from your lips.

Placing your hands on the counter you let out a breath feeling lips press against the shell of your ear. “What are you making.” Sam smiled pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Nothing fancy.” You shrugged leaning into his chest with a content sigh.

Sam humed moving his hands to your hips. “Smells good.” He smiled. His hands rubbed slow circles into your hips as you continued to chop vegetables. Sam rested his head on your chin allowing himself to relax as your movements swayed him slightly.

Your food had quickly become one of his favourite things and he’d truly missed it more than he’d admit. He’d missed the domesticity of it all. How normal it was in a world where almost nothing was normal.

“Okay.” You clapped your hands. “Now we wait.” You turned in his arms, moving your own around his neck. Sam’s gaze was soft as he smiled down at you. “What.” You laughed feeling slightly nervous under his gaze. 

“Nothing, nothing just…” He shook his head. “I love you.” He smiled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The tips of his fingers grazed the back of your head as you felt a quiet sigh leave your lips. “I love you too.” You smiled - a warm feeling slowly building in your stomach.

Sam’s hand moved to cup the back of your head. His hand gently massaged your head as his gaze dropped to your lips. “I missed this.” He sighed. The last few weeks had been nothing short of hellish yet all that seemed to fade away as the world seemed to narrow down until everything seemed like background noise.

The only thing that mattered to him at that moment was you. 

“It’s been a while.” You laughed quietly. He nodded in agreement before leaning in to press his lips against yours. A small noise of surprise escaped your lips at the sudden movement. Sam smiled against your lips as you felt his hand slowly slip from your hair down to your hip.

Your own hands looped around his neck as you pushed yourself up slightly on your toes. “Wait.” He murmured against your lips pulling back slightly.

You furrowed your brows tilting your head slightly. “Wha-” A yelp left your lips as you suddenly felt yourself get lifted from the ground and placed on the counter behind you. “Better.” He grinned rubbing his nose against yours.

“Better.” You grinned using your grip on his neck to pull him in. A quiet laugh escaped him as your lips met his. Sam’s hand squeezed your hip as you moved a hand to the nape of his neck.

Falling into your own little world, time seemed to float away until a loud ringing noise broke through the silence - the food was done.

You both jumped, Sam, pulled back his eyes wide as he looked around for a moment before his eyes landed on the timer. Oh.

“Well. That's one way to ruin the mood.” You shook your head jumping off the counter to turn off the oven.  Sam laughed leaning back against the counter, watching you. “We always have later.” He shrugged a smirk playing on his lips.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

FIRST TIME- SAM WINCHESTER

a little sweet drabble/ thot i made of sam and virgin! reader :) i tried to post something like this last night but then my tumblr decided to actually remove the entire text! luv it xx

warnings: sex, but it’s super sweet and sam is a golden retriever boyfriend who is so in love it’s not even funny. he’s so gentle. also some swearing yada yada

what claire is listening to while she writes/ wrote this:

“you need to breathe.” he insisted, eyes wide as they stared down at your face, watching your bare chest rise and fall.

you felt naked.

you always felt naked around him- from the moment sam laid eyes on you. it was as if he was undressing you, wanting to reach the depths of your soul everytime he looked at you. you bathed in it.

everytime he thought you couldn’t see him, or didn’t notice him- you did. from the moment you met sam winchester- he was entranced with you. it had taken some time to warm up to his affections.

not that you didn’t want them- you craved them like a drug. you needed your next fix. but you were so scared, never having anyone seem to care about your meer existence this much.

so much so he went out of his way to ask you about your interests, to take the time to learn about them, listening to you and engaging when you talked. eyes so full of stars they seemed to sparkle whenever you got so engaged you’d talk with your hands, excited and eager to share with him.

after some months in such close proximity, you grew close with him- physically. each motel room was an excuse for him to sleep near you- whether that be the bed across from you- or the couch. even the floor.

he didn’t want to leave your side. and it had taken some time, but those touches turned to something more- something that sent flames from hell itself licking your spine, down to the pit at your core.

they were innocent enough, a brush against your cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, or a hand on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. he was so gentle with you, a gentle giant- you liked to call him. he treated you like fine china. and when the two of you had finally kissed- when it was late and dark and cold, and he wrapped you in his arms against the empty impala and kissed you so hard you grew dizzy for oxygen, you had explained to him you had been anxious.

you were new to this. you didn’t know what to do, how to date- how to love. but he just smiled softly, letting his hand cradle your cheek.

whenever you’re ready. i’ll be here, waiting. sam never rushed you, often allowing you to initiate the contact, at your own pace. a gentle squeeze at his hands when you were anxious, letting you play with his fingers when you needed that distraction and fidget. stroking your hair as he cuddled you before bed, wrapping you up in his big, strong arms like you were a child, rocking you to sleep.

you became more adventurous, advancing to a make out session in the back of deans impala, another time letting his thick, long fingers curl inside you so good you had the windows fogged and tainted with your handprints.

you were a virgin, and he knew that. but finally, you wanted to go that next step. dean was out, the motel room empty and quiet, except for your gentle gasps. “look at me honey.” he cooed and you obliged, taking a deep breath with him. you felt your chest rise and fall, the air whoosh out your lungs.

“there we go. do you still wanna do this?”

you nodded. “i’m gonna need words baby.”

“yes sammy i wanna. i’m just super nervous. what if i bleed?” he smiled softly, tilting his head before planting a kiss to your forehead.

“it’s completely normal. and it just means i’m big, which inflates my ego.” he teased, making you giggle. you knew he was big. you could feel him, resting on your thigh.

“will you go slow?”

“of course baby.”

“can you hold my hand?” his large hand engulfed yours and you curled your fingers through his, squeezing tightly. “of course baby.”

“i- i think i’m ready now.” you breathed out.

“this is gonna hurt a little, but if it hurts a lot- you tell me and we’ll stop right away yeah?”

you nodded. he planted another kiss to your lips, soft and gentle. adjusting himself, he rubbed his cock through your soaked folds, gathering the slick. you shivered as he teased, rubbing the head up and down, just past where you needed him. you clenched. “so wet already…” he whispered, before he slowly slid in. “n tight. fuck. you gotta relax baby, just breathe.”

he groaned, letting his head hang low, as he tried not to cum like a teenage boy. you took another breath, trying to get used to the intrusion that stretched you out so wide you thought you were a doll getting ripped in half. you groaned his name.

“atta girl. you’re doing so good for me baby. so, so good. can i go a little further?” you nodded quickly, biting down on your lip as you stared up at him with doe like eyes. he almost came right then and there.

pornographic moans sounded from two of you as he slid all the way in, hitting home. he could see an outline in your tummy, and he fought the urge to press down on it- making you squirm. that was for another time.

“fuck baby. you’re so beautiful f’me. you doing okay?”

“you’re so big…” you moaned, the pain slowly turning into something of pleasure as you adjusted to him. it felt… good. you felt full, like a puzzle piece had been clicked into place.

“yeah? you like my dick inside you, keeping you full? cause i know i do.” he smirked, kissing you again, his words teasing but his kiss anything but. it was full of love and affection it made you melt.

“y- you can move now.” you moaned as he broke the kiss, staring down at you like a man starved. “you sure baby? you’re comfortable?”

you nodded. “m’good. you feel good. like really, really good.” you rambled on, making him smirk cockily, laughing.

“yeah? i’m glad to hear it honey. i’m gonna make you feel even better- promise you. gonna treat you like the prettiest princess in the world- cause you are one. my pretty girl…”

[legalmente-loca]

Hihi congrats on 100 followers!! Can I request prompt 25 with Sam pls?

Hi! Thank you and I hope you enjoy what I wrote for you. I just really love Sammy❤️

Prompts: “Are you angry with me?” “Oh, no, no, no, no... I'm furious with you.”

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

“It's not funny!”

“No, I know, I know…” You crossed your arms and looked away. Maybe that would help.

Let's just say that being in a relationship with Sam Winchester was also about getting into all of his family activities. That is, activities he shared with Dean.

And that meant getting into their jokes.

It had started calmly. Dean, in an attempt to integrate you knowing how much you meant to his baby brother, started by making a joke. A small joke that you returned with something minimally big. Which led to the three of you making jokes between each other.

Everything was small and harmless...

Until it wasn't.

Sam had put glue on your comb, causing it to stick to your hair when you went to brush it.. Luckily it hadn't been necessary to cut it, but you wanted to give it back to him... In a big way.

And since he had messed with your hair, let's just say that you would mess with his. So you put glitter in his shampoo and had the brilliant idea of bathing with him so you could put it on.

You didn't count on the fact that you had put so much into it that his head now looked like a bowling ball. That's why when he dried his hair and noticed the shine on his towel, he instinctively looked at you.

“Honey... Anything you have to tell me?”

“I think it would be better if you looked in the mirror.”

That's how, minutes later, you, already dressed, and him with a towel around his hip, were in this situation. The best part was that not only was her hair filled with glitter, but her entire body had traces of it.

“Do you know how hard it will be to get all this out of me?”

“I bet a lot.”

“Dean won't leave me alone if he sees me like this.” He sighed.

You remained silent. Sam trying to think of a way to get the glitter off and you concentrating on not laughing. After a few seconds you decided to speak.

“Are you angry with me?”

He looked up at you and crossed his arms.

“Oh, no, no, no, no... I’m furious with you.”

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and started laughing. Sam just watched you, trying to stay serious, but he couldn't stand it. Your laugh was contagious. He laughed lightly and spread his arms out to his sides.

“Yep... Maybe it's a little funny.”

You put a hand on your belly as you continued laughing. He shook his head in amusement and approached you, wanting to hug you.

“Oh, no, no-”

You tried to move away from his shiny body, but he wrapped you in his strong arms, scattering the glitter over your clothes and hair.

“There we go. Now we are equal.” He laughed, rubbing against you.

“Now I'll need to take another shower.”

“We could shower together.”

He pulled away slightly to look at you and ran his nose along your cheek, leaving more glitter behind. You huffed before gently pushing him away.

“You're like a giant who fell into a pool of strippers.”

“You spend too much time with my brother.” He pecked at your side and you slapped his hand. “Know that revenge will be good.”

“As long as you don't mess with my hair, I won't mess with yours.”

"Deal." He smiled and hugged you again, this time without letting go.

“Ugh, enough!”

“Nope, it’s not.”

And so he carried you all the way to the shower, his arms around you so the glitter would transfer to your body.

You knew the next pranks would get out of hand, and you were already plotting the next one in your head.

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SFW Sam Winchester Headcanons - What Sam would be like as a boyfriend (Alphabet hcs), very lovey dovey, Sammy's a cutie, Soft golden retriever coded

Taking care of a sleepy and drained Sammy - Sam needs some love and care after a particularly stressful hunt, fluffy and whumpy

Syncope - Where reader faints after an injury, Sam and Dean panic because god forbid they think rationally, Sam takes care of you like the gentleman he is

*You Ruined It :( - Sammy being so riled up from just your hand palming his jean covered cock, only for you to ruin the orgasm he'd been longing for

*Needy Sammy - Riding Sam into the floor after a hunt as he begs you to fuck him

*So Soaked - Soulless Sam coaxes you to sleep with him to pass time, completely unfazed by you cheating on his brother with him

*Prettiest thing - (Transfem) Sam thought she'd lost you on a hunt, you show your gratitude and appreciation for each other by riding her on an old motel chair

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⋅˚₊‧ fluff . sam is a sweetie .

Ever since you and Sam began dating, it's safe to say he was obsessed with you. That man practically worshipped the ground you walked on. He took his time with you, even while in bed.

You both had a rough week, hunts back-to-back and the nagging feeling that something was just off. So, renting a boat and gliding across the salty waters was something you both agreed on.

You were laid on a chair, the sun blazing against your form. The oil you'd put on before making your body shine. Sam walked over, a smile forming on his handsome face.

"Sweetheart, y'know you look so beautiful. The prettiest thing I've ever seen." This was his way of showing how much he appreciated you, showering you with all his love and affection. He sat beside you, twinkling eyes admiring you.

The boat rocked against the waters, the feeling was rather calming. You smiled at Sam, a hand moving to brush a stray piece of hair from his face.

"Thank you, baby, I love you." You spoke sweetly towards him, the words falling off your tongue like silk. 'I love you,' hit him straight in the heart. You loved him. A warm feeling came crashing over him harder than any wave he'd ever felt.

The sun was going down, the sunset, fading into the horizon. Casting a filter over you, so Sam did what he thought was perfect at the moment. He pulled out his camera, telling you to pose, and quickly snapped a picture. Planning on keeping it with him until he died, savouring the moment he knew that you loved him; that someone other than Dean truly loved him.

"I love you too, sweetheart.."

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warnings smut | clitoral stimulation | fingering | possessiveness/jealousy

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Sam’s nails bite into your wrist, delicate but unrelenting, like a vice wrapped in silk. There’s something dangerous in the way he’s looking at you—lips slightly parted, eyes dark and unblinking. A quiet storm, brewing just beneath the surface.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he murmurs, his voice smooth, saccharine, dripping with something far more lethal than sweetness.

You barely have time to speak before he’s pressing closer, pinning you against the kitchen counter. The marble edge digs into your lower back, but the only thing you can focus on is the warmth of his body, the way his grip tightens just enough to make your pulse stutter.

“The way they looked at you,” he continues, dragging her fingers up your forearm, over your shoulder, until they’re curled under your jaw. His thumb strokes the hollow of your throat, feeling the way your breath catches. “And the way you smiled back.”

You exhale, shaky. “Sam, it wasn’t—”

A sharp tug on your chin silences you. His smile is slow, almost lazy, but his eyes gleam with something possessive, something insatiable. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”

His other hand slides up your waist, fingers tracing the fabric of your shirt before slipping beneath, gliding over bare skin. You shiver.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he purrs, pressing a lingering kiss just below your ear, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. “Letting other people think they have a chance?”

“That’s not—”

“Shh,” he soothes, but there’s no softness in it. Only control. He tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze into hers. “You’re mine.”

There’s no hesitation when he says it. No doubt, no room for argument. Just an absolute, inescapable truth.

“Say it.”

Your throat is dry, your head dizzy with his touch, his presence overwhelming every last inch of you. “I’m yours.”

A pleased hum vibrates through him, and then—he kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not patient. It’s claiming, like he’s branding herself into you with every drag of his lips, every desperate pull, every sharp nip of his teeth. You melt, letting him consume you, because resisting Sam is impossible.

When he finally pulls away, his breath is hot against your lips, his grip still firm at your waist.

“I’m going to remind you exactly what that means,” he whispers, voice thick with promise.

And then—he does.

Your head was resting on Sam’s lap as his fingers stimulated your clit. You whined, bucking your hips against his palm before he slapped your cunt. “Stay still for me.” He commanded firmly. “Please.” You begged breathlessly, wanting nothing more than to feel the sensation of ecstatic pleasure.

“What makes you think you deserve to feel good, hm? You want me to stuff my fingers in your cunt?” Sam’s voice was laced with amusement, dripping with false curiosity as she tilted her head. You nodded eagerly. “I’ll do anything!“ You promised, eliciting a scoff from him.

No matter how much his possessiveness scared you, you loved how weak he made you in the knees, how wanted he made you feel. You loved it all.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” He whispered lowly, before slipping two of his digits in your pussy, watching your eyes screw shut as you cried out in pleasure. “There ya go…such a good girl for me.” Sam praised, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

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random sam and dean headcanons *ೃ༄

⭑ sam winchester has an emotional support water bottle. probably one of the big 2L ones. dean often threatens to hit him with it.

⭑ dean winchester hates the taste of toothpaste. but loves peppermint gum. sam prefers spearmint.

⭑ dean winchester uses his brother’s toothbrush from time to time. he doesn’t care. but sam does. a lot.

⭑ sam winchester prefers his hair long because he likes the motion of tucking it behind his ears.

⭑ dean winchester once tried wearing eyeliner. john winchester hated it.

⭑ sam winchester has never smoked a cigarette.

⭑ sam and dean winchester are both right-handed, although both ambidextrous when it comes to handling weaponry. dean sometimes wishes he was left-handed.

⭑ dean winchester thinks his nose is funny-looking. it’s the first thing he sees in the mirror.

⭑ sam winchester loves tofu. dean hates it with a fiery passion.

⭑ dean winchester never replaces the toilet paper when he finishes the roll.

⭑ sam winchester used to collect bugs as a kid. his favourite bug is still a stick insect.

⭑ dean winchester hates beanies.

⭑ sam winchester often absentmindedly cracks his fingers. dean tells him it’s disgusting, that it’s unnatural.

⭑ sam winchester was going to get a tattoo during his time at stanford, but decided against it when he saw the needle.

⭑ dean winchester likes people laying on top of him.

A/N: these are the most stupid and random headcanons i could come up with LOL i love making stupid posts like this

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