#jessica moore fanfiction

[sammyluvr]

our girl — sam winchester & jessica moore ꒦꒷ kinktober day three ; threesome

cw : gn!reader, smut, making out, oral (jess receiving, reader giving), against the wall, hair pulling (r!receiving), petnames (hun, baby, honey), lil bit of biting, praise, tiny mention of jealousy, swearing, 1.2K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.

squeezing yourself between jess and sam as they eagerly kiss each other isn’t easy. but you manage it, and it’s more than worth it. his hands paw at her waist and chest, his tongue fills her mouth, and her hands tangle in his hair, making him whine into the kiss. they’re the type to kiss close and needy and all intertwined once they’re worked up, so you have to force your way in. 

jess would let you in easier if she weren’t the one pressed up against the wall right now, but she is, so you have to get sam’s attention instead by wrapping an arm around his waist, then dipping your hand to palm at his already hardening dick. he groans lowly into the kiss, and you watch jess take the opportunity to put her tongue in sam’s mouth. then you hook a finger through one of the belt loops in sam’s jeans, softly tugging him backwards until he takes a small step back. you duck under his arm, pushing them apart just enough to drop to your knees between them.

one of sam’s hands automatically falls to your head, fingers slipping through your hair as your own hands travel up jess’s thighs. sam barely leaves room for you, so your nose presses right against her clothed core, and his growing hard-on pushes against the back of your head. you can feel the muscles in jess’s thighs tighten under your touch, reacting to the nudge of your nose.

it’s slightly awkward work to unbutton jess’s trousers and pull them down along with her panties in one go. the fabric catches on your nose as you tug it down her hips, and your elbows knock lightly into sam’s knees. but you don’t care.

you tilt your head up, and both sam and jess groan. your chin nestles right against her now bare pussy, and the movement pushes against sam’s cock as it strains almost painfully against his jeans. they part from their hungry kiss for just a moment, jess’s head falling to rest her forehead on sam’s shoulder as she gazes down at you.

“jess, baby, you’ll let me eat you out?” you ask, and sam’s hand on your head tightens, the pads of his fingers lightly pressing into your scalp.

“’course i will. don’t stop now, hun,” she agrees at a husky murmur, voice still a little breathy from kissing so hard. she gives you a winning smile and you think she could be the death of you; she’s so fucking gorgeous. her smile shows teeth and a sense of teasing, but her lips are all pink and puffy and her cheeks are flushed. you love the way she acts almost unaffected, but you could feel the quick tense of her thighs when you asked. she’s damn excited and you’re gonna make sure you give her exactly what she needs.

sam can’t just watch the two of you looking at each other like that without going just about insane, so he makes sure his hand is good and tangled in your hair before grabbing jess’s chin and tilting her head back up to resume that bruising kiss. you watch them a moment longer, a little transfixed by the sight like you were just a minute ago. watching from below is different, though. better, you’re sure.

then you push your head back down and pull at jess’s thighs until she takes a step outwards to spread her legs just enough for you to slot your face against her pussy, now wet with slick. you lick up her slit with a strong tongue and she immediately moans into the kiss. her voice is all muffled and pretty against sam’s mouth.

“you always taste so good,” you groan against her, before pushing your face into her. you slide your hands up to her very upper thighs, thumbs pushing into her pussy lips before pulling them apart so you can suck on her clit. she moans louder, and you’re relentless. you barely stop for air. you bob your head and suck and lick and don’t bother to hold back every single lewd, wet noise.

jess quickly grows desperate, and sam’s hand in your hair tightens, making the experience that much better. soon enough, jess is moaning and whining too much to keep properly kissing sam, so he shifts to mimic your sucking and licking over her neck and collarbone. he bites too, and you and sam easily have her properly fucked out. her knees grow weak, so sam’s steady hand keeps her propped up against the way so you can suck her to ecstasy.

“f-fuck, feels so good, baby,” she groans out, hands gripping at sam’s upper arms. 

sam’s hand tightens in your hair again, and if you weren’t so deep in jess’s practically dripping cunt, you’d think about how he’s likely jealous that it’s you between her legs and not him. but sam stays faithful in his role of holding her up and kissing her stupid because if there’s anything that you and him have in common, it’s a dedication and love in making her feel good.

“keep going,” sam urges you, hand pushing you even further into her core. he groans lowly at the sight of you there. maybe he gets a little antsy about not being the one to get his mouth on her because he’s addicted to eating pussy, but he’s absolutely in love with the way the both of you look like this. “eating our girl out so fucking good,” he praises, voice strained. “and you look so fucking pretty,” he mumbles against the soft skin of jess’s collarbone.

you nod in agreement at his words, your nose pushing against her clit. maybe you can’t see jess’s face right now, but you do have unwavering faith that she’s an absolute vision right now. and you’ve seen the faces she makes when sam eats her out. she’s like a damn angel.

she starts to tremble when she gets close, and one of her hands reaches down, holding sam’s against your head.

“god, don’t stop. c’mon, baby, don’t stop,” she pants out. she urges you on, and you happily oblige, fueled by her moaning and demanding words. “c’mon,” she grunts, her voice so pretty and rough. “shit!”

you can feel how close she is to tipping over the edge and latch your lips over her clit and just suck and lick with fervor.

“that’s it, honey,” sam kisses the words into her skin. “go ahead and cum for us, come on.”

“agh, so good, so good!” she babbles breathlessly.

her whine is high pitched when she cums and you work her through it, eagerly lapping up everything you can get. sam talks her through it, praising and loving as he holds her trembling form up. and he can’t help but push his hips into the back of your head, groaning at the pressure against his hard-on. it takes all of his control not to grind against you with how hot this all is to him.

his mouth on jess’s neck, her loudness as she cums into your mouth, you moaning against her pussy, her hand holding his as he grips your hair, and his dick pressed against you.

he can’t wait to fuck you both so good.

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[nexilu]

Thinking about Sam waking up in his past body from the pilot, on November 2nd before Jess died.

Sam evaluate the situation, until he realize that Jessica was going to die tonight, but she didn’t yet. She is still alive. And Azazel killed her because he wanted Sam to go back on the hunter’s life.

So when the car scene comes up, where Sam originally tells Dean that he can’t help him any longer because he needs to be back to Stanford on Monday, Sam decides to change things.

This time, he will tell Dean that he won’t go back to Stanford, that he wants to stay with him again and hunt by his side so they could find their dad together.

[welldonebeca]

The Family (1/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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Sam and Jess came back home as soon as they finished school, even skipping graduation, and you couldn't be happier to welcome them back.

You had done a few changes to the house since they had left. There was now a bed that could fit all of you in the master bedroom, and you set another room as an extra room when any of you needed privacy, and you had finished your baby's nursery. She didn't have a name yet - you liked the idea of letting Sam and Jess suggest names too, considering you were a pack and they would also be her parents, even if they weren't there to produce her.

Finally, finally, they were home and your family was complete.

The boys were off to deal with Sam's new university, where he would be continuing with his studies, but Jess had taken another road.

Oh, and she was also pregnant now. Your babies would be four months apart!

She still wasn't showing but was very proud of her belly anyway, showing it off, taking pictures every week and looping you into taking them with her with your weeks on the board and 'baby girl' and 'baby baby' under them.

You had to say, pregnancy suited her very well.

Your Omega was glowing and you could see how much happier she was now and it made you even happier that she was here with you.

"Oh, here," she pulled your hand, placing it on her 7 weeks belly.

You tried not to giggle at her enthusiasm.

It was impossible to notice anything about her pregnancy. Sometimes, she would feel things and try to make you or the boys feel it, and you had to stop Dean from telling her it was just gas.

But you didn't mind, because it was adorable!

While you were excited about your daughter, you were also very ready for her to come out already, though you were a bit far from that.

Your belly had begun to actually get big, and now you couldn't see your feet, and they were starting to swell.

Also, you were craving a few things to the point of them being the only thing you were able to think about sometimes!

Some nights you had to wake Dean up to ask him for some stuff, like peanut butter with ice cream, cucumber with jelly, his cum - and Sam's - on chocolate...

Cravings.

And you couldn't stop thinking of Jess' pussy.

Right at this moment.

As she spoke to you about whatever thing she was thinking about.

"Are you alright?" she asked, taking your focus to her voice. "Do you want some more cucumber with jelly?"

"Actually..." you bit your lower lip. "I'm craving something else right now."

You never thought you'd experiment with women before Joss, but she was one of the most beautiful Omegas you had ever seen and you wanted her even before you were mated.

"Oh, what is it?" she asked.

You took her hand, pulling her closer.

"Your pussy," you moved your nose over hers. "Can I have it, Jess? Can I eat your pussy?"

She licked her lips, eyes twinkling at the thought.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You and Dean haven't mated in a while..."

It was true. Normally you two fucked like rabbits, but you were going through a very tired phase to go through being fucked and Dean understood that.

Mostly, you sucked his cock and used your hands on one another, and that was it.

"I am," you told her. "Please, Jess? I need it."

Jess nodded with her cheeks flushed, kissing you sweetly, but it quickly shifted into something passionate, and arched her body to yours when moved your hands to caress her beautiful tits, and pulled away from you slowly before you took it off.

"Let me give you a little show, Omega," she pulled back.

She teased you a little, taking off her shirt over her head, and massaging her tits a little bit as you licked your lips, eager to have them in your mouth.

Your Omega turned around to you, showing her ass in her itsy bitsy little shorts, buried between her ass cheeks at the end of her very long legs, and you just wanted to throw her on the couch just like that and fucking devour her.

Your pussy was already wet when she slid the piece off, stepping away from them and standing in your living room in just a little thong.

"Fucking tease," you whispered, licking your lips.

She giggled, playing with it with her fingers.

"You want me to take it off, Omega?" she teased you.

You nodded, and she pouted.

"Say please?"  Jess teased you.

Oh, how silly.

As if you were going to be bossed around by a younger Omega.

You stood up, pulling Jess and laying her down, half throwing but still making sure to be careful.

"I don't say please," you raised her ass.

Jess whined, sticking her ass out obediently, and you licked her over her panties, already seeing a little bit of her wetness sipping through them.

"Silly little Omega," you held her ass cheeks open.

You licked and licked her clit over the fabric until she was squirming and whining under you.

"Omega," she panted. "Please."

If you were Dean, you would have ripped off that silly thong and would give her a good spanking on her ass and her pussy.

Well... you could, couldn't you?

"Did Sam learn how to spank your pussy, Omega?" you asked her.

You tried ripping her panties, but struggled, and huffed to yourself.

How did Dean do that?

"No," she whined, looking back at you. "Sam is too afraid of hurting me."

You scoffed.

Silly Sam.

You pulled her panties down, watching with a pleased smirk when her wetness followed it with a long, stretched droplet.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

You shifted her position, making her lay across your lap, thankful for the long space to stretch your legs so she would have where to lay on without your belly bothering her.

"Let's fix that, uh?" you decided.

You slapped her ass a couple of times, twice on each side, warming your hands up.

She gasped and whined as you did, her sweet ass making a perfect jiggle with each slap. Such a cute little college student, perfect little Omega.

"Omega," she moaned.

You hummed to her.

"Yes, sweet Omega?"

Jess wiggled her ass, as if that would tempt you into forgetting what you were doing now.

"Please," she whimpered. "Omega? Eat my pussy?"

You hummed a little, still slapping her ass.

"I don't know," you considered slowly. "You did tease me, Jess... I don't know if you deserve it."

She whined.

"But you said you-"

Before she could finish, you silenced her up with a slap on her pussy.

Jess cried out, shocked, and you were happy to find her so wet she made your hand all wet.

"Behave, little Omega," you slapped her again.

So that was why Dean liked this so much.

To shut up a silly, noisy Omega brat made you feel almost as much pleasure as being slapped yourself.

She cried as you found your rhythm, slapping her entrance and then her clit, til you were just slapping and slapping her.

You only stopped when your hand was all messy, finally satisfied, and made her lay on her back again, spreading her legs and licking her hungrily.

She came quickly after you set your lips on her, and you chuckled.

"What a messy little Omega," you teased, pushing two fingers into her. "So eager you barely needed any touch to cum."

Jess whined, and you just moved down to her, kissing and licking her cunt, eating her out hungrily, and moaned when you felt your tits ache and leak onto the couch.

Fuck, you hadn't even realised you were so horny.

You didn't stop licking and eating her out even after she came. Actually, you pined her down and focused on pleasing her even more.

During your first time, Dean had stopped you from making her cum so many times she got stupid and silly, but you were all alone now, and there was no Alpha around to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your Omega.

"Omega!" she cried, shaking under you. "Y/N!"

You held her, not letting her go from under you, and sucked onto her clit as you fucked her with two fingers, curling your fingers against her g-spot.

You'd make her cum until she didn't know anything but you, until she didn't need anything but you.

Jess's pussy squeezed your fingers when you pushed a third one inside - she was used to taking Sam's big cock, you knew she liked feeling full - and you focused a bit more on her sweet spot, looking to make her squirt.

"Y/N!" she cried. "Please, it's too much."

You clicked your tongue.

"But you can still form phrases, Omega," you reminded her. "I don't think it is enough."

Jess whined, desperate, and you held her close to you with your free arm.

You giggled, elated, when she moaned out loudly, her pussy squeezing your fingers tight as she finally squirted, wetting your whole face with her delicious slick.

You pulled away, sucking your fingers clean, giving her a minute, and turned her to lay with her belly up, drooling when you realised her tits were leaking all over.

"Oh, baby," you cooed. "Why didn't you tell me your milky tits were dripping?"

Jess looked down, seeming all dazed, unaware by her own biological reaction

So your hunch was right. Jess was just like you...

The Winchester did have a type, after all.

You latched onto her breast, sucking as you pushed your fingers into her cunt again, sucking her sweet, sweet milk, as you continued with your goal of making her just a silly little puddle of Omega slick.

She came beautifully under you, arching her hips to your hand, moaning so loud you knew she would be heard outside.

"Please, Omega," she begged. "Want your milk, please. I need your milk."

Oh, your poor Omega. You weren't the only hungry one, after all.

You moved up, putting a breast onto her lips and moaned when she started sucking down on you but focused on keeping fucking and playing with her with the hand you had on her pussy.

Jess' didn't pull away to moan when you felt her squeezing you again, her orgasm much quicker and much easier to pull from her now.

"My poor little Omega," you moaned. "So hungry for my milk, baby..."

Her beautiful eyes were closed, and she was just taking and taking everything from you, like a good Omega.

You didn't even notice she was moving to touch you until she did, and moaned when her slender fingers started playing with you, and couldn't hold back a loud cry.

"Fuck, Jess," you moaned.

She opened her eyes, pupils wide as she started fingering you and rubbing your clit with the heel of her hand.

Your eyes closed and you almost lost focus.

Fuck, you were so horny, so wet.

She pulled you up to her body, and you were quick to position yourself between your legs, rubbing your pussy on hers and moaning at how good, how sweet it felt.

You didn't stop when she came under you, too warm now, looking for your own pleasure.

"'mega," Jess cried under you. "Y/n!"

You reached down, pinching her tits and her nipples, and she cried out again, cumming one more time.

Before you could reach your own pleasure, though, a voice rose right behind you.

"My, my," Dean gasped. "What do we have here?"

…

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[zer0expektation]

" “Where are we?” Cas asks, brows furrowing further, “When are we?”

Dean continues contorting his young and smooth face, “Wait, you don’t think we were actually sent back in time, do you?” Cas makes a good impression of Sam’s bitchface through the mirror, “Hey, maybe we were just magically put into our hotter younger selves.”

“Dean.”

Dean pulls himself away from the mirror and sighs, “Okay, if we are in the past then let's damn hope we’re in no-time important.” "

--

Cas and Dean get sent back in time to the day Dean took Sam out of Stanford by a Rit Ziem (Angel). Dean is determined to make everything right.

Chapter 1: I don't remember that being there. At least, not yet.

[bi4bisamjess]

i am insane I am insane I call it the database it's never done there's always more I have 8 million words worth of fic logged

[lemon-ren]

I was just re-reading my supernatural fic, because I'm planning to go back to writing it after I graduate, just a month and a half, maybe two. Anyways, while re-reading the fic I noticed something... What kind of drugs was I taking while writing this? Because I swear to God this is the best thing I ever wrote and that's saying something! Like dude, I've been kicking my feet and it's my own work I've been kicking my feet for!? Like, wth did I do to gain God like abilities in story telling for this work!? Did Chuck come and possessed me to write a gay time travel retelling from Dean's perspective!? Who the fuck possessed me to write this!? Misha did you possess me for this!? Did you!? Like common!

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Supernatural

Sample Size: 190,946 stories

Source: AO3

[blondie20000]

SamJess Fic Collection

Link to the fic is in the title below.

Sweet like Sugar (Smut, One Shot)

Summary:

"Sam is sweet, sweet like sugar but there was this other side to him that was hot and feisty. In moments like this Sam is like a whole new person."

[samjesswinchester]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Real Tyson Brady, Luis (Supernatural: Pilot), Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s) Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Love at First Sight, Established Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Lives (Supernatural), Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, emotional af, Season/Series 02 Series: Part 3 of What Never Was But Should Have Been Summary:

Despite knowing about the Family Business, Jessica Moore has committed to being with Sam Winchester. Medical School, Law school, the Supernatural, and other secrets make balancing their two realities feel nearly impossible. And it may prove to be the most difficult challenge they've faced yet.

[pink-trenchcoat]

chapter 14

Naomi Shurley. That was the name of the woman trying to pry away Claire from Lawrence. With a few Google searches, they discovered that Naomi Shurley had been like any other woman before she met Charles Novak. She had average grades in high school and moved on to a business major at a community college in New York. She interned at a drug company and later got a job at the same company. A few years after college, she ran into Charles Novak and fell into the cult. Dean hated her on principle.

[jesssamobsessed]

Has someone an idea which color Jessica's nightgown could have, when it's about a darker manner?

Like, she survived and her next gown is a dark red. Passion and blood and vengeance. She isn't the innocent girl from Sam's dreams.

Dark green. More mature. Mysterious. She either still lives and Sam remembers her flaws too or something tainted his memory.

Dark, black Satin. She completely changed OR was never someone Sam ever truly knew.

THOUGHT?

I would love some suggestions?

[nexilu]

What if in the pilot Sam never accepted to help Dean ? If Sam told Dean that he was definitely done with hunting, if he rejected him, went back inside his appartement with Jess and left Dean outside, quietly watching his little brother close the door behind him while he stands alone next to the Impala ?

What would happen to the story ? To Jess ? But most important: What would have happen to Dean ? Oh god, he would be heartbroken…

[welldonebeca]

The Family (2/2)

Summary: When Sam and Jess move back into your home, you can finally sate a craving you’d been hiding since you left her in Stanford to fuck her silly. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!F!Reader, Omega!Jessica x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Jess WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Pregnancy. Lactation kink. Oral sex. Smut. Overstimulation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Praising kink. Frottage. Knotting. Fluff.

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You didn't stop moving your pussy against Jess' as the boys surrounded you, and even followed the camera with your eyes when Dean pulled his phone to take a picture of you two.

"Come on, you," Sam wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you from Jess. "Let's give our girl a minute."

"Oh, look at you," Dean cooed her, moving to caress her face, drying her tears. "Did she overwhelm you, Omega? Did our mean Omega try to fuck you silly?"

Jess whined.

"'eeeeean."

Sam sat you on his lap, and it was your turn to whine, trying to squirm away from his grip.

"Correction, Dean. She succeeded in fucking her silly," he grabbed your hips. "Baby girl, she can't even talk properly."

You pouted and your Alpha laughed.

"I'm not done," you protested.

"See, that's why Omegas can’t fuck each other alone," he told you. "They'd fuck themselves exhausted. Look at her, poor little Jess."

She lay across his lap, and closed her legs shut when Dean moved a hand near her pussy.

"Awn, baby. Was it too much?"

Jess nodded and you pouted.

Well, she wasn't asking you to stop!

"I guess someone's gonna have to give her a bath," Dean sighed, and it was obvious that it was going to be him.

"Hey, Dean," Sam huffed a little.

Your husband turned to him.

"I can take care of my Omega too, Sam," he reminded him. "And you got your hands full of the naughty one while I clean up our overwhelmed baby."

Sam moved his hand to caress your bump, shaking his head as Dean carried Jess away, and made you look at him when you pouted and huffed.

"Why didn't you tell us you were horny, baby?" he moved his hand to your tits, pinching one of your nipples. "Look at you, all messy."

You half-whined and half-huffed.

"You two never let us play together," you pouted. "She is my Omega too. I should be able to fuck her too."

"I know... but you need to rest and focus on the baby," he caressed your belly.

What, just because you were pregnant, it meant you couldn't be horny anymore?

When was that energy when they mated you?

"I wanted to eat her pussy," you whined. "Sammy!"

He put a finger underneath your chin, kissing your lips softly.

"Poor little Omega," he cooed. "Was it a craving, baby?"

You nodded, and he moved his fingers to caress your face.

"You were so tired lately," he spoke softly. "It's important that you rest."

"But I'm not tired anymore!" you protested.

Sam raised his eyebrows, looking at your face.

"You're not, baby?" he scratched your chin. "You're horny now, aren't you? It's why your pussy is leaking all over my jeans."

You pouted, though not fighting anymore, all of your domineering melting away now that Alpha was taking charge.

"Did you make yourself cum when you were using our little Omega, baby girl?" he picked you up, walking to the couch. "Or were you too focused on making her smart brain leak all over our couch?"

You shook your head, and he clicked his tongue.

"Maybe that's what you need," he decided, laying you on the couch. "To get a good knot in your pussy and be fucked silly yourself to settle, uh?"

You spread your legs widely, feeling your thighs already coated with your slick.

"Alpha," you whimpered.

Sam pulled his cock out, tapping onto your pussy with it.

You squirmed, and gasped when he pushed his cock into your pussy, moaning above you.

"So fucking wet, our needy little Omega," he grunted. "Thinking she could fuck our Omega dumb without us."

You moaned, closing your eyes.

There was nothing bigger and more filling than an Alpha's cock.

Sam pulled back and pushed into you again, making your tits bounce a bit.

"You can't stop yourself, little Omega," he grunted. "It's why you need us."

He moved his hand down, rubbing your clit, and you closed your eyes, crying out in pleasure.

"Would have fucked Jess until you were both exhausted if we didn't come back home, wouldn't you?" he shook his head. "Silly horny baby."

You pouted.

"But Sammy," you whined, moaning, closing your eyes.

He rubbed you a little tighter.

"Now I gotta fuck you to exhaustion," he told her. "Maybe that will teach you a lesson, uh?"

You closed your eyes, too horny to answer as you felt your orgasm building up already.

"Cum for me, little Omega," he commanded. "I know you need it."

You cried out, eyes practically crossing as you rode your orgasm, and Sam grunted as he fucked you through it.

"That's right, baby," he coaxed you. "Squeeze around my cock. Feels so fucking good."

Sam's moans grew, and you braced yourself for his knot, but it didn't come.

Instead, your Alpha slowed down, fucking you deep with each thrust, and he leaned down to kiss your lips deeply before kissing his way down your neck and then your chest.

"Did she suck your pretty tits, Omega?" he asked, squeezing your breast. "Is that why she was dripping milk all over herself?"

You whined.

"So messy," he mocked you, pinching your nipple, and you arched your chest to his chest. "And so eager, my little Omega..."

Your tits ached with his teasing, still full.

"Please, Alpha," you begged him.

Sam licked his lips.

"Please what?" he twisted your nipple.

You squirmed.

"Suck my tits?" you whined.

Sam smiled.

"Of course, little baby," he cooed.

He moved to your chest, sucking on your nipple and you both moaned together.

"Missed your delicious milk so much," he squeezed your breast. "And so warm from the source, my Omega."

You cried in pleasure, so close again.

You knew the boys would practically compete for your milk once your daughter was here.

"Sam," you whined. "I'm gonna cum again."

He moved his lips away.

"Cum for me then, baby," he commanded. "Cum with your Alpha sucking your tits."

You did, full breasts squirting some milk as you cried under Sammy.

He sucked your tits as you rode your high in complete bliss, crying as he fucked you with no urgency to stop.

"Sam," you panted.

"Take my cock like a good Omega," he growled. "Just take it, baby, no need to think."

You moaned, throwing your head back.

Fuck, he really was going to fuck you silly, wasn't he?

He fucked and fucked you until you came again, and you cried when he didn't stop.

"Sammy," you protested.

Fuck, it was too much. He was relentless, unstopping.

You were burning, clenching and trembling under him, nipples oversensitive as he sucked them, pussy overwhelmed as he fucked it.

"I can't," you cried. "It's too much, please. Sam!"

But he didn't stop, the big meany he was.

"One more, baby," he coached you, fingers rubbing your clit, and you cried when you felt his touch. "Your Alpha needs to feel you cum as I knot you."

You arched your body to his, needy and overwhelmed at the same time. touch.

"I can't," you cried. "It's too much, Sam, I-"

"You can do it, baby," he pressed harder onto you. "You're such a good Omega, you will never deny me such a sweet thing."

All you could do was moan and cry as he fucked and used you, and your eyes filled with tears as you reached another orgasm, triggering his own at last.

His knot filled you to the point of just making you feel complete, and you finally, finally, felt like you had enough, like you were satiated.

Sam picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting Sam carry you into your bedroom while still locked right inside you.

"There you are," Dean reacted when he opened the door.

You looked back at him and found your husband cuddling Jess, knotting her from behind.

"Is our Omega settled, Sammy?" he asked softly, petting her hair. "Did she learn her lesson"?

Sam looked at you, and you nodded tiredly.

"I've learned my lesson," you pouted.

They chuckled, and you knew they both didn't believe you, but Sam lied you down anyway.

"I thought you said you were just taking a bath?" he asked.

Dean shrugged.

"Well, she couldn't resist me."

"He's so needy," Jess affirmed sleepily, reaching for you and cuddling you from behind. "Just like you."

You flushed.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

But she just buried her face into your neck.

"I would tell you if I didn't like it," she squeezed you. "Now we sleep. I don't plan on walking for at least twelve hours."

Sam chuckled behind you.

"You two really do deserve one another," he caressed your back. "Good thing you have us to balance your energy."

You pouted.

It would be much easier for them to bend than for you to do so, you knew that.

You held Jess' hand, kissing it, and closed your eyes, relaxing and ready to fall asleep.

You were startled awaken, however, when you felt something new and strange.

"Wait," you gasped. "I think she just kicked!"

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roses

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Fandom: Supernatural Ship: SamJess Additional Tags: Episode: s01e01 Pilot (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Flowers, Drabble, Angst Wordcount: 100 Summary:

Flowers on a grave after a house fire.

Notes:

For day 19's prompt: flower bouquet

Sam always loved roses. Jess couldn’t stand them.

They laid there beside the gravestone, picked for their vibrancy. Not red. White. It wouldn’t be right to let the petals fall off, land against the ground like drops of blood on skin. Dean had helped pick them out. He hadn’t said a word, only handed over his own card when it was time to pay, wouldn’t take no for an answer.

They had both flinched from a display of orange and yellow flowers.

Sam would have liked these, Jess thought.

She walked away from Sam’s grave and towards his brother’s car.

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[samsexualdeancurious]

Sunflowers (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Jess

Words: 3,118

Summary: It's their first Valentine's Day together and Jess has a gift for Sam that's really a gift for both of them.

Warnings: FTM!Sam, strap-ons, vaginal sex, some gender/body stuff. I'm not transmasc myself but I am genderqueer and I drew on some of my own gender stuff for this.

Betaed by @samsbighonkintiddies

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Valentine’s Day. Sam’s never put much thought into it, not since he was little and the only kid without a cool homemade “mailbox” for the class party or candy to go with his dollar store cards. To be honest, Valentine’s has joined a long list of holidays he decided long ago that he didn’t care about. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine’s… all the major ones, really, and a few of the smaller ones. Hard to celebrate Mother’s Day without a mom, after all.

This year is different, though, because Sam has a girlfriend. A gorgeous, sweet, perfect girlfriend who deserves all the good things in life and more. He wants to make his first Valentine’s Day with Jess special and amazing for her. Problem is, he has no clue where to start.

“Flowers,” Brady says without hesitation when Sam comes to him for advice. “Jess loves flowers.”

Sam is aware of that. Sunflowers are her favorite. He’s kissed the tattoo on her wrist enough times to remember. Of course she’s getting sunflowers.

“I dunno, man. Dinner? A big teddy bear? Girls love that shit.”

They do, Sam knows, and Jess has plenty of plush animals of her own but he doesn’t have the money for a giant teddy bear. Not if he wants to do flowers. Dinner, though, isn’t a bad idea. She cooks for him all the time. Sam’s not much of a cook himself - the many variations of boxed mac & cheese he and Dean have invented over the years don’t count - but he’s pretty sure he could follow a simple recipe. Maybe he could get the ingredients and they could cook together.

He looks up some recipes on a library computer and prints out one for pasta in vodka sauce. He’s got most of the ingredients in his kitchen, thanks to a shopping list Jess made for him the first time she tried to cook dinner at his shitty little apartment, and the rest he should be able to find at Walmart with no problem.

He still gets chocolate to go with the flowers, since he knows how much Jess adores chocolate. When he arrives at her apartment with flowers, chocolate, and ingredients in hand, though, he finds his heart is racing the way it did the first time John took him on a hunt. Jess is significantly less terrifying than a ghost but at the same time, this is the scariest thing he’s ever done.

Her little shriek of joy when she lays eyes on the flowers, though, soothes most of his anxiety.

“Sam, they’re beautiful,” she coos, sweeping the flowers into her arms and ushering him inside. The bouquet isn’t much, just a handful of sunflowers and some filler Sam couldn’t name if he tried, but her joy tells him the thought is just as important. “You remembered.”

How could he forget? Sam smiles and takes her in. She’s always beautiful but tonight she’s positively glowing, her blonde curls tumbling over her shoulders. She’s wearing pale blue, one of Sam’s favorite colors on her. The knee-length dress is a simple Grecian style with a high waist and a low v collar dipping down between her breasts, drawing his gaze down along with it. She leads him into the kitchen in search of a vase and he sets the bags on the counter to free up his hands to find the scissors to cut the stems for her.

Jess eyes the bags, peeking into the closest one. “What’s all this?”

His anxiety spikes again and he feels his cheeks warm as he looks down at the scissors in his hands. “I, um. I want to cook for you. Or with you. Whichever you prefer.”

She gapes at him for a moment, clearly not having expected this at all, and then lights up. “Oh, my god. You’re such a darling. That sounds wonderful.”

She kisses him then, holding the flowers out to one side so they won’t be crushed between their bodies, and Sam relaxes into the softness of her mouth. Kissing Jess has fast become one of his favorite activities.

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Cooking with Jess is going to join kissing on the list of favorite activities, Sam decides later as he watches her expertly chop a few more cloves of garlic than the recipe actually calls for. She’d insisted on helping, probably to make sure he doesn’t burn the apartment down but he doesn’t mind. He has no idea how to chop garlic. He has no idea how to chop anything, actually, and she doesn’t really trust him with a knife in the kitchen, since he almost chopped his finger off early on in their relationship. He really can’t blame her for that.

Handling a knife in a fight and handling a knife in a kitchen? Two very different things.

“That’s a lot,” he observes as she scrapes the garlic, pulverized to an almost paste, off the cutting board and into a bowl.

“First lesson of cooking,” she says. “Measure garlic with your heart.”

She flips her curls out of her face with a toss of her head and flashes him a heart-stopping grin, and he wonders for the hundredth time since they met how he got so lucky.

The meal comes together quickly, once everything has been prepped. Jess calls it “mise en place” or “everything in its place.” From there it’s a simple matter of adding everything to the pot at the right time and in the right order. Jess lets Sam handle most of this part and his confidence grows with each careful step he follows, his beautiful girlfriend cheering him on with the recipe in hand. When finally he dishes the final product into two bowls, she rewards him with a kiss.

“Perfect,” she praises after her first bite. Her foot is hooked around his ankle under the tiny dining table.

Sam hesitantly takes his own first bite and is pleasantly surprised. The sauce is rich and creamy, with a sharp bite from the vodka that perfectly balances the sweet acidity of the tomatoes.

“Holy shit,” he says around his mouthful. Jess nods enthusiastically in agreement and Sam can’t help a grin.

“This is going to be a regular on the rotation,” she decides and Sam can’t argue with that.

After dinner, they wash the dishes together and the normality of it makes Sam’s heart soar. He loves doing even the most mundane of everyday tasks with her and the more he thinks about that, the more and more sure he is that she’s the one.

“All right,” Jess says once the last dish is put away. She plants her hands on her hips. “It’s time for your gift.”

“Jess, you didn’t have to-” he starts out of instinct but stops when she shakes her head.

“It’s kind of a gift for me, too.” She takes both his hands in hers and lifts her chin to kiss him lightly. “C’mon. To the bedroom.”

Sam’s heart races at the possibilities that come to mind with those three words. He eagerly follows Jess into her little bedroom and lets her sit him on the edge of the bed. She rummages in her closet and emerges with a red bag, white tissue paper blossoming out of the top. It’s the most nicely wrapped gift he’s ever received and he takes it with hesitant hands as she settles on the bed next to him. She looks nervous, tucking her bare feet up to sit cross-legged on the comforter.

“Go on,” she encourages and Sam pulls the paper from the bag.

He’s unsure what he’s looking at when he first pulls out the box. In his defense, he’s never seen one of these things in a box before.

“Holy shit,” he says when he realizes what it is. He immediately starts tearing into the box, sliding the plastic tray out and sending half the gift tumbling into his lap. He recognizes the harness. Jess has one exactly like it in her collection and it was Sam’s favorite of the ones he tried on early in their relationship. “Jess.”

The dildo seems huge in his hand, though he knows it’s probably about the same size as most of her average-sized toys. It’s definitely the most normal-looking one he’s seen, though, and that excites him as he realizes what this gift means.

“Jess,” he repeats. “Is this… for me?”

She nods, bouncing a little in her seat. “Yeah, I - you said you’ve always wanted one and I know you like that harness. I thought you’d probably prefer something that looks like a real dick. Is that…?” she’s suddenly hesitant, doubt creeping into her expression and Sam needs to kiss her.

He does just that, the strap-on and dildo tumbling off his lap onto the bed as he surges toward her. She gasps and then giggles, looping her arms around his shoulders.

“Gonna let me fuck you?” Sam asks, still stunned by this opportunity.

Jess hums in agreement, kissing him again, and then pulls away to pick up the toy. “Put that on, baby. I’ll go wash this.”

Sam’s body is singing with arousal, his boxers damp with it already when he shoves them down his thighs. He tosses his clothes in the hamper and thinks for a moment about how their clothes are muddled together like they share a space already. He thinks about a future where everything is mingled all the time and warmth blossoms in his chest at the possibilities his future holds now.

The current possibility, though, is really a certainty.

It takes Sam a minute to get the straps sorted out but he’s yet to tighten them around his thighs and ass when Jess returns with the clean toy in hand. She pauses in the doorway and his skin flushes with warmth under her hungry gaze.

“Fucking gorgeous,” she proclaims.

Sam’s blush deepens. He’s always felt so self-conscious about his body but Jess is so eager, so encouraging, and it’s been a surprisingly big boost to his confidence. Getting top surgery helped, even though it took almost a lifetime of saving every penny and some help from Jess to do so. His body feels more the way it should.

Jess waves the dildo at him. “Want a hand?”

Sam has no fucking clue how to put a dildo into a harness, so he nods. He’s not expected Jess to settle on her knees before him. His breath catches at the sight. She gazes up at him through her lashes as expert fingers slide the toy through the o-ring, making sure the snaps stay secure, and then she’s tugging the straps tight to hold it in place.

“How does that feel?” she asks, hands settling on his thighs just below the straps.

Sam shifts his hips, feeling the weight of the dildo, and adjusts the straps to get them into a better spot. “Good.” Really good. Looking down at his body to see a hard cock jutting out from his hips and his gorgeous girlfriend on her knees with her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips? Better than good. “Fuck, Jess.”

She grins and then she’s leaning forward to take the head of the cock - his cock - into her mouth.

Obviously, Sam can’t feel anything in the toy itself but the base is shaped to rub against his clit with every motion. Even without that stimulation, his body is thrumming with pleasure at the sight alone and he can’t stop a groan. Jess preens and takes the cock deeper. His hand instinctively finds her hair, cradling the back of her head, and her eyelashes flutter closed. That’s the encouragement he needs to take a little more control and guide her in the bobbing of her head. Jess has never been big on blowjobs, he knows - she’s a pussy girl all the way - but she’s moaning openly, and Sam’s leaking slick all over his inner thighs at the sound.

He needs to move this along.

“Jess,” he manages. “Jess, I need -”

She gets the message, pulling off with a gasp. “Yeah? How do you want me, big guy?”

Sam’s brain shuts down for a second at that. “... huh?”

Jess laughs and takes his hand to pull herself to her feet. “Missionary it is. This time.”

This time.

She leads him to the bed, stopping at the foot of it to pull Sam in for a kiss. Something about it resets Sam’s brain and he knows what to do from here. His arms sweep up over Jess’s shoulders, around the curve of her back to where the zipper of her dress waits. It goes down easily and then the dress is slipping from her shoulders, revealing first the perfect mounds of her breasts and then her lacy white underwear.

She’s the most beautiful woman Sam has ever laid eyes on and he wants - needs - to worship her.

Wordlessly, Sam lays Jess down in the center of the bed. It feels so right, taking charge like this and being the one to blanket his partner’s body with his own. The toy - his cock - bumps against her pelvis and she spreads her legs in response. Sam takes her in for a moment. Blonde curls haloing her head, sun-kissed skin from lying topless on her little balcony, long legs falling open around him to reveal the darkening patch in the pure white of her panties.

Sam ducks down to press a kiss above the waistband, smirking at her little gasp. He hooks his fingers under the elastic and slides them all the way off, over her pretty bare feet because of course every inch of Jess is pretty. They join his clothes in the hamper and then he’s returning to his spot between her thighs.

She opens with the slightest touch, allowing him to hook his arms under her legs and yanks her down onto his face. He doesn’t hold back and neither does she, openly whimpering and moaning as he works her over. She’s honey-sweet and musky and so soft under his tongue. The little strip of dark blonde hair she keeps carefully trimmed points right to her clit and Sam has always been good at reading maps.

Jess falls apart under his mouth and hands, shouting her pleasure to the ceiling, and he knows the neighbors can hear her but neither of them cares. The idea of a gag briefly crosses his mind, though, and he tucks it away for later. Maybe for his birthday. He makes her cum twice before she shoves his head away with shaking hands. He looks up to find her watching him over the heaving of her breasts, struggling to catch her breath.

“Fuck me,” she gasps at last.

Sam is more than happy to obey. He slides up her body to capture her mouth with his, giving her the taste of her pussy on his tongue. She sighs and hooks her legs around him, pressing his hips forward so his cock slides against the slick mess of her core.

“Fuck me,” she repeats and Sam isn’t going to make her ask again.

He sits up and she whines at the loss of contact but he has to see. He needs to watch his own hand curl around his cock, the way it slip-slides so easily through her dripping folds. Her pussy is flushed with arousal and parts easily for him when he presses inside. Sinks home, balls deep in one smooth motion of his hips.

“Sam,” she sighs. “Yes.”

And so he fucks her. He’s never done this before and it takes him a moment to find the right motion of his hips, the angle that makes her cling tighter to him. When he does, he focuses on repeating that pattern. He needs practice but something about it feels right, like he was made to be on this side of the equation as he curls over Jess and digs his teeth into the curve of her right breast. She cries out and one hand flies to his hair, keeping him in place as he sucks a bruise just north of her nipple.

They’re doing this again. In every position, every room. He needs to spread her out on the couch, bend her over the dining table, see her ride him on the kitchen floor. Maybe even out on the balcony for the neighbors to see if they’re home. He thinks of Jess draped over the railing, curls bouncing as he fucks her from behind, and his clit throbs where the toy presses against him.

“Jess,” he manages. “Jess, I -”

“Do it,” she says. “Do it, Sammy, wanna see -”

Sam groans and keeps fucking her, arms curled around her shoulders and elbows braced against the mattress to keep her from sliding up into the headboard. He presses his face into the curve of her neck and breathes in the scent of her. Sweet and floral, orange blossom and bergamot, made brighter where it’s mixing with the salty tang of her sweat, and that’s when it hits.

“Fuck.”

Sam’s breath leaves his lungs in a shout and then he’s lost, grinding in deep to get as much stimulation as possible while his orgasm washes over him. Jess’s heels dig into his ass, holding his hips to hers. Her hands are in his hair and her mouth at his temple when Sam finally relaxes.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, and she giggles.

“That was hot.”

Sam lifts his head to meet her gaze and grins. “Yeah?”

She kisses him and Sam grinds his hips where he’s buried to the hilt in her body. “Yeah,” she says against his mouth. “Yeah, that - keep doing that.”

Sam is more than happy to oblige, repeating the motion until Jess trembles in his arms, fingernails leaving marks in his shoulders like her grip on him is the only thing holding her together, and wails. Sam’s body flushes with heat and he could definitely cum again just like this, with her on his cock, but he knows she can’t handle another one. She’s down for the count, at least for a few minutes, and so he eases out of her.

“Oh, my god,” Jess says as her limbs fall limp on the bed. “Oh, my god, Sam.”

He laughs and lets his weight fall to the side instead of on top of her. He kisses her cheek. “Good?”

“Gimme a few and then I want to ride you.”

Very good, then. He nuzzles against her cheek and her hand comes up to cup his jaw. Tilting his head, he presses a kiss to the sunflower on the inside of her wrist.

“I’m all yours,” he says and he means it, one-hundred percent.

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So Wren is the only one who Sam allows to cut his hair, until Jess, but even then, he doesn’t allow Jess to cut his hair until after Millie visits for his 21st birthday and shows Jess.