#sammy sammy sammyyyy

[achingly-shy]

WHY IS HE SO CREEPY THOUGH

[angelsberrymilk]

idk abt you guys but if I had a Sammy and he left me id kms 😍

[its-alittleobsessed]

Missin Sam so much I might just start Walker

[thedeadedhooman]

Listening to Taylor Swift's Daylight and thinking about Sam Winchester and kicking my feet and twirling my hair and smiling and giggling. What have you done to me Sam? 😍

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you "

(none of the pics are mine)

[deepestnightcolor]

Cockwarming Sam while he plays video games?

ᴀ/ɴ: Sigh. You had me at cockwarming. You did not think Sammy would get far in his games when he has got his favorite treat on his lap, did you? If so, I must disappoint.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1202 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ���: cockwarming, unprotected sex, teasing, despair, pining, mentions of spit, kind of...degrading? Not really, Sam thinks of you as his cocksleeve but also loves you, Sam's dick is still pierced, that will never change xoxo.

☾ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ☽

It had not taken a lot for this to happen. No, quite the opposite. A soft sigh, fingers running through blond hair – accidentally bumping against a headset that adorned said hair – and some fluttering lashes had prompted Sam to smile down at you with his head tilted to the side. “What’s up, baby?” He had asked, leaning down to press a sweet kiss on your nose.

“I’ve been having this fantasy, Sammy.” Another sigh leaving your plump lips, eyes looking up at him with a faux look of innocence.

“Oh?” The way his attention immediately was on you again told you everything you needed to know – that you had him lured in already and wrapped up nice and tight. “What is it?”

Fuck, he was already growing hard beneath you. You could feel it exactly, and you knew that you did not need to make your lip quiver like that to reel him in – but you also knew that it drove him wild when you looked up at him all pouty, very obviously hiding something downright dirty.

“I wanna cockwarm you while you game.”

It really did not take much more than that. Sam’s pants had been tossed to the side quicker than you would have expected with him being weighed down on his chair by your butt, but no, your lover had gotten up with ease, pinning you to the table with his hips while shimmying down his grey sweats. You hadn’t even been able to giggle properly, his hard dick pressing against your ass a sensation that made your eyes roll involuntarily and forced you to realize that you had been craving this. No, him. Him, and his thick, throbbing cock that was already greedily rutting against your heated up skin. It hadn’t needed much, and yet with every rut you had felt like you were ready to burn.

And now you were here, impaled on your boyfriend’s cock, desperately trying to hold still, which was anything but easy with the way he was twitching and pulsing inside your cunt. And shit, your poor boyfriend was struggling so hard as well - lower lip bitten roughly, eyes watery as they stared at the screen in front of him, knuckles white while pressing random keys to puppeteer his character, his chest heaving and falling quickly as he tried to keep his hips from bucking. After all, it had been him who had come up with the idea! You know, to spice up your fantasy a little more!

"How 'bout we make a little game out of it. The first one to give in has to do whatever the winner says."

You, of course, had jumped on the opportunity, and Sam, ever the confident man he was, had only added on: "And since I know what a greedy cockslut you are, I'll give you a little bonus - if I stop playing, you win and you can give in allll you want."

He wanted to eat his words now; he didn't fucking know anymore what was going on in his game, he didn't even know if he was doing anything but walk around, duck and grab, but he was still moving!

The blond tried to move subtly, an attempt to have a small amount of friction created, but the small whine that left your lips almost knocked the air out of his lungs. What the hell had he been thinking? He was the slut in this relationship! He was the one drooling all over you as soon as the pierced head of his dick pushed past your entrance. He was the one acting like a bitch in heat as soon as you blessed him with your moans. Why did his balls have to feel so tight? And why the hell did you feel so good wrapped around his cock? “Sammyyyy,” another whine, one that went straight to his cock, because even though he didn’t see you, he could hear the grin on your face. “Don’t forget to- to play.” Shit, he had forgotten to play? Sam blinked twice, trying to focus to realize his character had found his way stuck between two trees, running without getting anywhere. But that was an easy fix, wasn’t it- “Fuck, babe! Hold still,” he snarled, head falling against the headrest of his chair as he felt your walls clench around him, your butt shifting around in his lap. You were a fucking minx, a monster, a mean little whore with the cutest voice and the best excuses – “Sorry, ‘m just getting comfy.” The sigh that had accompanied your words made Sam want to dip his head, press kisses all over your skin, and yet he was tied to the bet he had suggested, forced to keep up an act that made his cock wheep tears of pre, coating your already slick walls.

He needed to squeeze his eyes shut and feel this. Just for a moment, pretty promise! He just needed to feel the way you were his good little cocksleeve. Needed to appreciate that you were drooling over his cock, needed to engrave how desperately you tried to hold still, twitching muscles a clear indicator of how badly you wanted to take what you could have. Sam was pretty sure that if he let his fingers drag through your folds now, not only would they have been drenched but they would also have found a pulsing little clit, just begging for attention. “Sam~” Fuck. His eyes snapped open, upper body lurching forward to find out what had happened, just to find himself gasping for air at the friction his movements had caused, tearing a surprised, begging moan from you. You had no right to be this good – you had no right to sound so good, you had no right to feel so good, and you had no right to look so good with your flushed skin and pretty tits, heaving and falling quickly with the sudden rush of arousal. You were his most prized possession; did you know that? The most prized possession that brought him to the brink of insanity by cockwarming him. “You- you are gonna lose if ya keep that up,” you mused, tilting your head back to find his blue eyes. If there had been any willpower left within him, the look in your eyes was enough to make it crumble. Eyes filled with lust, drunk and cock and yet with so much mischief it made his heart roar in a hammering speed against his rib cage.

Sam took a deep breath. He could win this. He didn’t need to fuck you. He didn’t need to hammer his cock into your sopping wet cunt and coax the sweetest moans out of you. He didn’t need to have you cum over his dick over and over, begging for more and crying because it was too much. He. Could. Win. This.

You batted your eyes at him, hand reaching up to touch his cheek, lower lip bitten before you spoke: “You feel so fucking good inside of me-“ “I lose!” Sam snarled, your tits finding themselves pressed against a keyboard, hips pinned against the edge of the table. He could not win this.

[soft--dogs]

HBD!!! I doodled a lil Sammy to celebrate the occasion! Hope you have a good birthday! :D

OMGGG BIRTHDAY SAMMYYYY this is so cute thank you, i love it!!!! FWEEEEE he's so happy ^w^ a perfect birthday present, thank you!!

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Old

You and Sam posted a picture together with her arm around you and your head on her shoulder

NotsoTara: Awwww cute pic! I guess my sister isn’t that old to know what instagram is haha!

EthanIsaLandry: You guys are so fucking cute together! Although Sam is like 32 so in like instagram years that’s 49.

ChadMartinisbad: Sammyyyy and (Y/n)! Lookin good! Sam has finally returned from the stone age to the digital age. Welcome, Sam.

AmberFreeman’sfreeman: Sam is so old she thought instagram is a type of peanut butter.

WesHicks11: Sam is so old she thinks tik tok is how she says good morning.

MindyyyMartin: Sam is so old she thinks Netflix is what you say before taking taking pictures.

Livloveenough: Sam is so old she doesn’t think Jelly means jealous.

Sammyyyy1995: Oh whatever.

(Y/n)_lovesSammyyyyyy: guys don’t be mean. My Sammy is so cute and kind and funny and she’s not THAT old. You guys are just dorks!!! lol

Sammyyyy1995: Thank you baby ❤️❤️����

WesHicks11: Look guys! Sammy is now using emojis out little Sam is become more technical now!

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

me again. sneaking. creeping. crawling. sun time. (this is totallyyyy not sammyyyy)

Wally Darling x Shy!Reader? :grins: Romantical, again, because they're wee little simps, and i am merely the vessel of their queerness.

Either properly gay together, or crushes like the last one- idm either >:) They should bake together, tho <33 Maybe Wally walked in on Y/N making treats for him and decided to help :melty:,,

God, you’re gay!!! Gay gay gay!!!! I cannot BELIEVE I have such a homosexual on my blog (hi again Sammy!! Gives you a big fat kiss! /p) !!!!! /j

Surprise Visit with a side of, ah, Flour.

Wally Darling x GN!Shy!Reader

Drabble format, established romantic relationship!

Flour.

Flour was everywhere.

Heaving a weary sigh, you’d idly pat your hands off on your pants— a half-baked (haha!) thought as the powder smeared onto those, too. But your hands were clean, that’s all you cared about as you overlooked the mess with a sigh.

Youuu.. had been trying to bake some goodies, as a gift for a certain someone! But goodness, you did not expect the flour bag to be as heavy as it was. Or for the bag itself to be so slippery and.. ohhh dear.. Pursing you lips as you looked over the mess, you’d soon give a sneeze— before wiping your nose. Dreadful, dreadful flour.. With a sigh, you’d turn to go and grab your broom— before nearly jumping out of your skin.

Wally. Your beloved partner. Standing there. Silent. How long had he been there?? What??? How did he get in? Why does he keep doing this???

Upon your startled squeak, his expression would soften into slight concern— before he gave his soft, recognizable laugh.

“Are.. you okay, over there, sweet..heart? You look a bit.. uhm..” He’d click his tongue. “.. floured. Ha ha ha!”

Heaving a few breathes to calm yourself, you’d soon sputter out a laugh— brushing at the flour coating your face, and your chest, and your legs.. Your cheeks quickly warmed up, partially due to just.. embarrassment. How much of that had he seen?? Ohh, goodness.. Instead, though, at your lack of proper reply, he’d gently grab one of your flour covered hands between his own. He’d blow on it— both to.. get rid of some of the flour, and to make a small joke out of it, before planting a small kiss to your palm.

“Do.. you want.. help.. cleaning this.. up?”

You wanted to say no, but— aaagh,.. the mess was a bit overwhelming, but— ah!! Regardless, he seemed to catch on. Gently pulling you down by your shoulder, he’d pepper a small kiss to your flour-covered-cheek.. before giving a small sneeze. It made you give a soft laugh, and his eyes seemed to grow a bit larger. Even though your cheeks burned in embarrassment, he just couldn’t help but find it cute.

“Go.. change clothes.. I can.. start down here..”

You’d simply just nod, scampering off to go do as such. And, once you had, you’d return—.. only to learn Wally wasn’t very good with flour, either. You walked in to him on his knees, gently brushing puffs of it into a dustpan— which.. wasn’t very effective, as it only fluffed up into the air. But he looked so focused, eyes squinted a bit as he kept trying. You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out of you, causing him to slowly look up and tilt his head.

“.. What’s funny?”

“You are!” You spoke softly, laughing even softer as a hand lifted to cover your mouth. “That.. that isn’t- how you clean flour.. at least not that much..”

“Oh!”

With that, he’d fall silent, seeming to look down at the flour.. intently. In the next moment, just as you blinked, you saw a whole tuft of the flour disappear— followed by.. a scrunched up expression on Wally’s face.

Did he..?-

“Don’t— don’t eat it??” You laughed again, softly, soon beginning to shuffle up beside him. He just smiled at you, despite still having that scrunched up expression— the expression of a man with a mouthful (or.. eyeful..?) of flour. “Here, just..”

From there, you gently took the dustpan and took care of cleaning up the rest— not trying to chip away at it like a flour avalanche, unlike someone. Wally, meanwhile, simply was crouched beside you, watching your movements with cat-like eyes. To him, you were just nice to watch. He liked how your hands moved— and he also really liked your hands, too.. Maybe that was just the artist in him— you had lovely hands, hands he’d love to draw! And hold!.. But, to be fair, he did also just like you. His gaze gradually shifted from your hands to just.. your face, just admiring you. You felt like you shrank under his gaze— cheeks growing hot, again. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stare, but by goodness— did you suddenly feel on display whenever you did. Not that you minded, especially from him..

Soon, with all the flour cleaned, you’d put away the cleaning supplies as Wally, instead, shuffled up to your counter. He had to cling to the edge of it to look at it, but that’s fine.

“What.. were you.. making?”

He stared at the scattered ingredients, trying to crank his brain together. Chocolate chips, flour,.. he thought he had seen Poppy use those before.. but what for?.. Ahh, baking was not his strong suite..

“Oh— uhm, cookies!” As you spoke, you’d huff a nervous laugh, soon slipping up beside him by the counter.

“Can I help?”

“.. Depends..—“ Rolling your eyes playfully, your hands would slip away from one another— having been fidgeting— to instead be placed on Wally’s shoulders. Your touch was light, hesitant, but he idly curled into it. “—Are- are you- going to keep eating the chocolate chips? Because that isn’t help..”

Watching as his eyes widened, he’d slowly crane his head up to look at you— eyes blown wide.

.. he was puppy dog eyeing you.

“Perhaps..”

You gave a soft laugh at his response, and he smiled. He liked making you laugh. It was a very pleasant sound, one he’d gladly ramble about to anyone who’d listen.

“Okay, well, don’t— please..” Humming softly, not angry, you’d sloooowly push the bowl of chocolate chips out of his sight. Not before he blinked and ate one last extra one. For this, you shot him a playful glare.

"What? I did.. nothing.." "Mm, sure.."

Smiling, you soon began to grab the flour again— far more wary this time. Wally simply kept you company, smiling to himself as he.. watched (you).

What a pleasant visit. ♡

SLAMS DOWN THIS PILE OF DOMESTIC BLISS. EAT UP.

I found it a bit hard to fully incorporate the reader being shy beyond just mannerisms with a pre-established relationship, apologies!! I hope it was satisfactory either way, though :]

God I love fluff ggnrrrnrenregg……….

[losfacedevil]

That’s Dad to you // S.F.K

a/n~ Dad thoughts have plagued me all week and then I saw a tiktok that just screamed Sammy as a dad and well here we are. Just some short silly sweet Dad Sammy thoughts. 

Giggles erupted from the little girl as she took off running, her destination the side of the couch. He padded down the hallway behind her, a smile playing on his lips as he ran his hand back through his long hair. She eyed her father from where she crouched in front of the couch, quickly popping up to her feet with her hands up - finger splayed out in jazz hand formation. 

“Sammy!” She yelled, throwing her head back in laughter as he pointed at her, his eyebrow raised. 

“That’s Dada to you.” He chuckled, making his way over to the little girl. 

“Sammy!” She jumped, bringing her full weight down onto the floor as shaking the coffee cup that sat on the table next to her. 

“Dada.” He said, taking another step closer to her. 

The little girls smile met her eyes as she scrunched up her face, turning to the pit bull that lay soundly asleep on the couch. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the pups ear before pointing a finger in her direction. 

“Rosie.” She cooed, eyes meeting Sam’s as he sat on the floor in front of her, long legs bunched up as he tried to fit between the couch and coffee table. 

“Yes that’s Rosie.” He confirmed, giving the dog a pat on the head before turning his attention back to his daughter. 

She bent at the waist, one hand on her stomach as the other landed on Sam’s nose causing him to cross his eyes at her. 

“Sam-my!” She called out, more giggles erupting from her. He shook his head, reaching out to squish her face between his large hands. 

“Dad-dy! It’s not funny, Sis.” He protested, chuckling as he pushed on her little cheeks gently. 

“Fishy!” She giggled, observing how her lips were sticking out. 

You came around the corner wondering what all the commotion was about, eyes landing on your little family as they say squished between furniture on the living room floor. 

“What are you doing to Daddy, Sis?” You called, taking a step closer as he pulled the little girl into his lap. 

“Sammy!” She beamed, mimicking his earlier movements by pressing on his cheeks. 

“Uh oh.” You chuckled, perching yourself on the arm of the couch as you watched your daughter tug on the ends of Sam’s hair. 

“You’re not allowed to call me Sammy anymore, strictly Dada.” He chuckled, blowing a raspberry in his daughters direction as strands of hair stuck to his lips. 

“I called you that once! It’s not my fault she took it and ran.” You protested, laying across the couch so you were eye level with your little girl. 

“Dada.” You giggled pointing towards Sam as you ruffled your little girls hair. She gathered small fists full of Sam’s hair, holding it at the sides of his head as giggles spilled from her. 

“Piggies daddy!” She exclaimed, shaking her head from side to side. He chuckled, sprinkling soft pecks all over her cheeks.

“Dada doesn’t want piggies right now, Sis.” She pushed her little bottom lip out in a pout, dropping his hair as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

You reached over, smoothing your hand over her hair as she pouted. She tipped her head down, glaring at Sam through her lashes - thinking it made her seem intimidating. Sam chuckled, dancing his fingers over her torso, tickling the giggles right out of her. 

“Maybe later, okay?” She shook her head, resting her knees against his thighs so she was eye level with him. 

“Sammyyyy!” She screamed. Sam groaned, laying back on the floor all while holding his daughter up at arms length. Reaching over he plopped her belly first down on the couch. 

“She is one thousand percent your daughter. She pulls the same things you pull on your brothers.” You giggled, pulling yourself into a seated position. Your little girl crawled over into your lap, curling up into a ball and she looked up at you with her big brown puppy eyes. 

“I’m hungry, Mama.” Her little voice sounded strained, she knew she had both of you wrapped around her finger. You nudged Sam’s shoulder with your foot, shaking him out of his thoughts. 

“It’s your turn to make lunch, Dada.” You said nodding in the direction of the kitchen. 

Sam groaned as he pulled himself into a sitting position before standing to his full height. He stretched his body out after being cramped for so long before making his way to the kitchen to being preparing lunch.

[cgogs]

He is alone and he is in therapy

MY COPARENT!SAM MY SAMMYYYY YOURE MY SAMMY SAY IT TO ME T_T

[bloodfreakpropaganda]

lawboy loreboy psychicboy <3

[zozo-01]

BRO I DAW SOMETHINY SAY SAM BRO IM LEVITATING

David

Milo

Asher

SAMMMMMM

wait deadass??????? we're getting sammy back???????? i thought this was just gonna be the wolf boys????????

[jadegreenimmortality]

I feel like half the BSD cast would absolutely SIMP over you, especially Dazai and Atsushi. You just have an overall likable personality and it'd probably make all these unhinged heathens fall in love with you.

I assume that this is for the fluster ask game since I got it the same evening 😳😳😳😳. And you know what?! You succeeded 💀. Not only am I deeply flattered that you think this would happen (I couldn't cope with all the attention??), but I am also quite flustered by the thought, like? 😳😖 UHM OK?!?! 👉🏼👈🏼

And pls, "unhinged heathens", this is sending me 😭😭😂

I give you 60% because I can't stop wondering if that would be true 😳😳😳💘.

[thenewagecrisis]

everybody say THANK YOU JOY

[hotchseyebrows]

I hold. So much power now.

oh this is fantastic news i cant wait to be harassed with many pictures in the days to come

[gwasgy]

BECAUSE LUCAS WAS REALLY SCARED