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sams-sass · 1 year

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In The After

Part Four: Shadows of the Heart

It is HAPPENING! Date night for Sam and Y/N!!

Thank you so much to everyone following this story, I really appreciate you.

Summary: This takes place after the finale. You are blurry wife. This is you and Sam’s story.

Pairing: Sam x Reader (we made it)

Warnings: Language, kissing (I KNOW), pining, just being fucking enthralled by Sam Winchester.

Read other parts here:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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"Guys! I cannot wear that!" You practically shouted over NSYNC, pointing at the lingerie in Holly's hand.

"Show him the goods!" Amy yelled back at you, grabbing the lingerie from Holly's hands and holding it against your body.

"No! I am wearing a sweater." You said, squaring your shoulders to try and look determined.

"The fuck you are," Holly said, poking her head around Amy to look at you.

"Y/N/N, you obviously don't have to wear this," Amy said, throwing the lingerie onto your bed. "But you do have to look different than you do every other day. Tonight is special. Dress like it." She said calmly, and you couldn't help but agree with a shoulder slump.

"Fine!" You said, throwing your head back in surrender. "Help me." You dramatically put your arms out and let them take over. Holly stepped over to your closet and began rummaging through all your clothes, making noises of disapproval and intrigue. Amy lovingly ran her fingers through your hair while giving "yes" and "no" s to Holly. You started to nervously play with your hands. Your thumb and forefinger find your wedding ring easily. The room fell away. The music, Holly and Amy, and even the gentle feeling of Amy's hands could no longer be sensed. You let out a breath and cleared your throat.

"Hey." You heard Holly say quietly. You looked to see her kneeling in front of you, her hands on your shoulders.

"Hey." You whispered.

"Remember, you aren't replacing him," Holly said, grabbing your left hand in yours, her thumb circling your wedding ring. "You are simply just making a little room." Her words put you at ease, and you took a deep, cleansing breath into your lungs.

"Thanks." You smiled at her before turning to get on your makeup. Holly turned around with a sheer black turtleneck and a lacy black bralette in her hands. She wore a knowing smirk.

"Why not?" You said with a sigh, reaching out your hand for the clothes.

About a half hour later, your doorbell rang. You smoothed your hands over your body, looking in the mirror one final time, even you had to admit. You looked good.

"Go get 'em," Amy said, giving you a wink as she raised her glass to her lips.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Holly said, leaning against Amy.

"And what exactly would that be?" Amy said back quickly, looking over at Holly.

"Goodbye, ladies!" You said, racing towards the door. You flung the door open and were greeted by a bouquet of flowers.

"Oh!" You stepped back to take in the sight. Sam stood before you, his hair softly blowing in the night air. His left hand held the flowers in front of him, in the middle of his chest. He wore his usual flannel, but it was unbuttoned more than usual, giving you a nice peak at his skin. A nervous yet dashing grin graced his pink lips, and you blushed like a schoolgirl.

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Sam said goodbye to Miracle and climbed into the Impala. Before heading to your house, he checked his hair in the rearview one final time. A nervous dance of butterflies that felt like the size of airplanes crashed into his stomach and chest walls. He couldn't keep his eyes off you at the bakery today. Dusted with flour and frosting, laughing with ease at customers and friends. He found himself pulled to you.

He pulled into your driveway and stared at your house for a moment. He could hear music coming from inside, and the light in the upstairs bedroom was on. Was that your room? Were you nervously pacing as he had done before? He shook his head and grabbed the flowers. Telling himself to get it together. He had been on dates before. He had felt this indescribable tingle before. He fell to the same conclusion he always had whenever he tried to give himself this talk. The "calm down" talk. You were different.

Sam rang your doorbell and waited nervously for you to answer. After a few beats, the door flung open, and there you stood. Sam had never seen so much of your skin before. He swallowed and tried to settle his heart rate. You were breathtaking.

"Wow." You both said simultaneously, and you instantly looked down in shy embarrassment.

"Hi." He said, his voice lower than average.

"Hi." You said, leaning on one hip.

"Uh…for you," Sam said, stretching out his arm with the flowers. You took them in your hands and took in their sweet perfume.

"Thank you." You said softly, running the pad of your ring finger over some of the petals. "They're beautiful."

"So are you," Sam said quickly. "Sorry…uh…that was so cheesy." Sam laughed at himself, running his hand over his jaw in embarrassment. "True." He said more seriously. "But cheesy." His handsome face settled on a soft smile.

"I like cheese." You remarked, biting your bottom lip to hold back the laughter.

"Shall we?" Sam asked, holding out his elbow.

"We shall." You placed the flowers on the table next to the door and tucked your arm within his, god he smelt good.

The Impala was still warm from his drive over, and you could hear a slight rattle when the heat kicked on. You made pleasant conversation about your day and told Sam you were still on the hunt for an apartment for him. Sam drove you into town and parked outside a local restaurant.

"I wanted to try this place," Sam said, looking through the windshield.

"It's good." You nodded your head and went to open your door.

"Hold on there," Sam said, and before you could ask, he had bounded out of the car and practically jumped over the hood to open your door. He stood with his left hand facing palm up toward you, awaiting your grasp. You smiled and slid your fingers over his, feeling his warm skin.

"And they say chivalry is dead." You joked, letting him help you out of the car.

"I want to do this right." He said, holding onto your hand for a moment after you had gotten out of the car.

"Well, you are off to a great start." You assured him, taking a step closer to him and tilting your head back slightly.

Sam used his long legs and arms to open the door for you at the restaurant, even pulling out your chair when the waiter led you to your table. It was getting easier and easier to be completely spellbound by him. Conversation flowed easily between you two. Favorite foods/books/movies/colors were all discussed. His love and passion for all things, both simple and mystical, are becoming more evident. Sam was smart. Really smart. The words he used to discuss topics made it clear that he was an academic. He told you about law school and how he left to join the family business. There was a pain behind his eyes then. An untold story that you wanted to learn. You ate and laughed until your cheeks tingled from smiling. The waiter asked if you wished for dessert, and you both said yes. You ordered your favorite, and Sam ordered the chocolate chip cookies. Yours was pretty good, and you asked to try a nibble of Sam's. He handed you a piece, and you rolled it around in your mouth.

"Humm." You said, narrowing your eyes in thought.

"What?" He asked.

"Too much baking powder and they didn't cream the butter and sugar long enough." You answered, swallowing down the cookie.

"You can tell that from the little piece I gave you?" He asked, wide-eyed.

"It's my job." You answered. "Want me to show you how it should be done?" You asked, leaning toward him.

"Yes, please." He agreed, modeling your body language by leaning forward.

Sam paid, despite you offering him to go halves, and you made your way to the bakery. You walked in and turned on the lights, going through your regular habits.

"Ok, so first, we need soft butter and sugar." You said, grabbing what you needed and leading him to your kitchen mixer. He watched you intently as you instructed him on how much to add and how long to mix them. You made the dough and removed the bowl.

"Ok, now we will fold in the chocolate chips until they are combined. We don't want to over mix, or we will get a tough cookie." You said, pouring in the chocolate.

"What does "fold in" mean?" Sam asked.

"I'll teach you." You said. "Stand behind me." You spoke with a flick of your head. Sam cleared his throat but obliged and stood behind your body. You took his hands into yours and pulled him tightly against you, feeling his muscular body. He let out a slight noise but otherwise remained still. You placed his left hand on the side of the bowl and his right on the spatula. You put your hand over him to guide him.

"Ok, so, to fold. You simply go to the bottom of the bowl and scoop all the way around to the top. It's a gentle way to incorporate something." You explained, moving his hands with yours.

"I feel like Patrick Swayze." He joked about the famous scene in Ghost.

"Don't be ridiculous." You said with a laugh. "Patrick Swayze is far more handsome." You teased, and you both had a laugh together.

"Very true, but Demi Moore has got nothing on you." He said softly, and you could feel his breath against the curve of your neck. Closing your eyes, you turned your head towards his. Sam's left hand fell away from the bowl and wrapped around your waist, making you shiver with goosebumps. He gave you a tight squeeze and let you go before stepping away. You instantly missed his touch. Finishing the cookies was difficult now that your heart felt like it was about to explode. You placed the tray into the oven and turned towards him.

"They need about 15 minutes." You could barely speak around your growing arousal.

"Tell me a secret," Sam said suddenly, and your stomach dropped.

"What?" You asked with a curious smile.

"Tell me something you have never told anyone. I want to know you better." He said.

"I don't know if there is anything I have never told anyone…I mean, I have had the same best friend since I can remember…I was married…well," You stopped talking and tilted your head. "There is something. I honestly forgot about it until now." You said, leaning on the counter.

"What is it?" He asked, leaning too so he could look into your eyes.

"When I was a little girl, please don't make fun, but when I was a little girl…I thought everyone had their own moon." You laughed, and Sam laughed too.

"Like there were just billions of moons in the sky?" Sam asked.

"Hey! I was like six!" You defended yourself against Sam's teasing. "But yes. I thought everyone had their own moon just for them…that only they could see. I was quite obsessed with princesses, and they are always looking for their one true love." You said with a little eye roll. "So I thought that you and your one true love shared a moon. That only the two of you could see your moon. And I remember on nights when I couldn't sleep, I would sit and stare out my window at my moon and wonder if my one true love was looking back. I wondered what he saw. Did he just see the moon, or did he see me?" You stopped talking and looked down at the floor, a sad smile crossing your lips. "That's my secret, I guess."

"I like that secret," Sam said, and you felt yourself lost in him.

"I like you." You said, opening the space for more. The ding of the timer scared both of you, and you quickly laughed it off. Grabbing the cookies, you placed them on the counter.

"They have to cool." You said, but your words were swallowed by Sam's body closing in around you completely. You took in a shuttering breath and leaned your head against his chest, feeling his hands slide down your abdomen to your hips. He spun you around to face him.

"I like you too, but I am petrified to cross a line." He admitted, taking your face in his hands.

"I think you should tell me something no one knows, and then we are even. No lines crossed." You reassured him. He nodded and looked down.

"There's a lot of things I never told anyone before, but I want to focus on you." He said, running his thumb over your jaw. "Right now, I want to tell you that you feel…well, you feel like you have always been there. You feel known to me, yet I can't wait to see what you will do next. You feel familiar but still exciting and intoxicating. I feel like I have known you my whole life." His eyes seemed to melt into yours as he spoke. Time stopped around you. All you could see sense was Sam. His scent, his warmth, his strong yet welcoming body. All past thoughts of uncertainty fell to the wayside, and you knew you wanted him.

"You know. It's been a while since I have been on a date." You said, running your hands up his chest, around his neck, and into his hair. Your pointer finger coming up his neck and hooking under his chin. "Remind me how they usually end, Sam." That simple instruction was all it took for the walls to come down. The ropes that Sam had tied himself with to ensure he never overstepped broke free, and a hunger filled his soul. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the counter, pressing his body between your legs. Your back arched into him, and he pulled your mouth to his. The kiss began softly, but weeks of anticipation and build-up turned it quickly into something greedy and ravenous. You tasted like the chocolate that you had licked off your thumb earlier.

His hands seemed to be everywhere all at once. In your hair. Down your back. Around your waist. You felt drunk on him. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, quickly followed by his tongue to soothe you. You opened your mouth to him, and his soft moan filled you. Suddenly he broke away.

"Are you ok?" He asked you.

"What?" You asked around heavy breaths. "Of course." You were confused.

"You're crying." He said, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. It was then that you felt the sting of tears in your eyes.

"Oh." You whispered.

"Am I the first…" He let his words trail off. You knew what he meant.

"Kiss since Josh?" You finished for him. "You're my first anything since Josh." You swallowed around the lump in your throat.

"We don't have to do this," Sam said, taking your hand in his.

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect to cry." You apologized, trying to blink the tears away.

"No need to be sorry. I would assume it's perfectly normal given the circumstances." He assured you, running his hand over your hair.

"Please don't think I don't want this." You said, tracing the outline of his lips with your finger.

"I know you do. I want it too, but we can go as slow as you need." Sam pressed his forehead against yours and wrapped his fingers around the nape of your neck.

"Kiss me again." You said, nudging his nose with yours.

"Y/N…" Sam whispered, his voice deep in his chest.

"Sam…" You said, letting your fingertips grip his hair as you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist.

"I think you are going to kill me." He mumbled as you lowered your mouth to his neck, leaving small open-mouthed kisses against his skin. His hands were back on you, sliding under the fabric of your shirt. His large hand grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to him, his mouth closing around yours again. Large thumbs brushed against your nipples over your bra, and a moan came from within you. Sam slid your shirt over your head, not wasting any time latching his mouth onto any place he could reach. Soft pink lips leaving wet marks across your skin with occasional bite marks in between. You unbuttoned his flannel and pushed it off his shoulders. He grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. You watched the muscles of his arms and shoulders move as he did. Your fingers grazed over his skin, twirling in his chest hair lovingly.

"You're beautiful." He mumbled against your ear.

"I take back what I said." You said with a smile. He pulled back to look at you, confused. "You are far more handsome than Patrick Swayze." You both laughed, and you let your hands still wander his body. He pulled you in again, but it felt slower. His kisses became less frantic, and his hands seemed to hold you instead of exploring.

"As much as I would love to keep going. This may be enough for one night. Let me take you home." He wasn't pushy, his voice even and calm. You also wanted to keep going, to feel him inside and out. But you had to admit that going any further would probably make you spiral again, so you nodded in agreement and accepted his hand, helping you off the counter. You both pulled your shirts back on and made your way to the Impala. The drive home was quiet but not uncomfortable. There really wasn't much to say after tonight. You asked about Miracle, and he asked if Holly and Amy would still be at your house, but overall it was just time spent together.

He pulled into your driveway and walked you to your door. Stopping to look at you, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"I had an amazing time tonight. That was the best time I have had in well…I don't remember." He said, brushing his hair behind his ear.

"I had a great time too, Sam. Thank you for a beautiful evening." You stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He quickly responded by wrapping you into his arms, his head resting on yours.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked as you pulled away.

"Can't keep me away now." He said with a smile.

You took the two steps up to your front door and turned around, looking Sam in the eye as you were now height level. You took his face in your hands and leaned in close. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him.

"Thank you for being so understanding." You said to him.

"Y/N, you call the shots on you and me. Wherever you are is where I will be." He said before laying his lips on yours again. This kiss was passionate but slower as if you had all the time in the world. When you finally pulled apart, he gave you a lopsided grin that made your knees wobbly.

"Goodnight." You whispered.

"Goodnight." He said before kissing your forehead and walking back to his car.

You inhaled deeply before going back inside. Everything was different now. Your life seemed on a different path, and you couldn't wait to turn the page. You touched your lips still wet from his kiss, and smiled to yourself. This was only the beginning.

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maribricklove · 23 days

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Trapped Under Ice – Part eight

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned),

Summary: Imagine being an old hunting friend of Sam’s (and something more) from before he went to college that he thought was dead, and while coincidentally working on the same case you were, you run into each other again. Astonished to see you after almost twenty years, Sam tries to figure out how you survived, but you don’t want to relive the pain and terror of how you were separated.

Word Count: 949

Warnings: Implied PTSD (No disrespect to people with PTSD. Just something for the character), fluff, angst, eventual blood, gore, death, mild swearing.

Prompt: None

Disclaimers: I do not own anything from CW, Warner Brother’s, any of the photos in this collage, or you. This is a work of pure fiction -obviously.

Sam’s POV

The second I opened my eyes, I was blinded from the light peering through the window. I half expected to hear Dean's snoring, but it was quiet. I felt something move under my arm, and I realized there was someone else in the bed.

“Wait. No. It wasn’t a dream. She’s really here. Holy shit. Y/n’s really here, and I’m holding her in my arms.”

The way her hair caresses her shoulders is mesmerizing. Her slow breathing under my embrace, enchanting. The way the sun hits her y/h/c brightens her face. She seems much more peaceful than when she had that nightmare earlier this morning. The scar on her arm stands out to me. “Damn. That must have hurt,” I said to myself. I got lost in thought for a second before I heard a voice say, “It did.”

She startled me. I thought she was still asleep. “It hurt like a bitch for months,” she continued. “What time is it?”

“Uh…” I looked at the bedside clock “Almost 8.”

“Ah, crap.” She slipped out from under the covers and started walking to the bathroom.

“What’s up?” I asked, thinking she might have forgotten about something.

“Nothing,” she replied, waving a hand as she walked into the bathroom, closing the door.

“O-okay.” I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen sink, and grabbed a glass of water. “That was weird.”

As I walked back to the bed to grab my pants, Y/n walked out of the bathroom with her hair up and her shirt off, wiping her face with it. As she finished and opened her eyes, she saw me and jumped. “Oh, Jesus!” she exclaimed. She held her shirt to her chest, panting. “I’m sorry. I forgot you were here.”

“Are you okay? You seem really jumpy. Was it because I cuddled you in my sleep?”

“What? No, Sam. I-I mean, that was a little odd to wake up like that, but it wasn’t bad.” She said. “I just have a routine in the mornings, and I have things I need to do, and I usually am up and moving around 6:30, so I had to jump out of bed.”

She looked nervous, like she was hiding something. She did that thing where she rubbed her hands together. “No, no. It’s okay,” I replied. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spook you like that. I’m uh… I’m not used to girls hopping out of bed like that.” She gave me a quizzical look. “I mean, I don’t sleep around a lot. Dean used to do that. I haven’t been with as many girls as he has. I just- What I’m trying to say is, if you’re worried about something, you don’t have to hide it from me.”

That seemed to calm her down a bit. “You don’t have to explain anything, Sam. I haven’t slept with a guy since,” she paused, “ well, since 2007? I think. And we technically didn’t even sleep together, we just shared a bed, you know, because you were being nice, and”

“Yeah,” I stammered.

“And I do appreciate it. I did sleep well,” said calmly as her hands dropped down from her chest to her stomach. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve slept that well, even for a few hours.”

“Yeah, uh, no problem.” I said. “ I know what it’s like, with nightmares. Trust me, I’ve had a few myself over the years.”

“Yeah, what hunter hasn’t?” she quipped with a chuckle. She’s starting to come out of her shell.

“Look, um,” I started, “if you ever want to talk, I’m here. I know sometimes it helps, if you just get it off your chest.”

“Thanks, Sam,” she said rather quickly, “ but I’m okay. Really.” As she was nodding her head, I couldn’t help but notice that the scar on her arm was right next to her chest, where she was wearing nothing but her sports bra. “Look, Dean’s probably curious about where you’re at. You should probably head on over there, and we can grab some breakfast later.”

“Yeah. Yeah, uh, good idea.”

READER’S POV

Sam left my room, and I laid back down on the bed, his scent lingering on the sheets.

“Goddammit. Why did I have to tell him I only slept with one guy in the last 15 years? What the hell was that? Talk about cringey info-dump.” I looked up and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. There was a text from Dean.

“Off to get breakfast. I’ll be back in 30.” Timed 13 minutes ago.

“Okay, Y/L/N. Time to get into gear. Gotta figure out who this Okuri-inu is, gotta put on a brave face, and face down another day.” I told myself. Sam hadn’t come back yet. Probably grabbing a change of clothes. “Probably should change my clothes.”

“Why was Sam asking me if I was okay? It’s not like he still cares about me like that. Does he? No, he couldn’t. You heard him. He’s been with other girls. Probably met some cute girl in college that swept him off his feet and made him feel like he could do anything and everything.”

I could still taste the bathroom tap water on my the back of my tongue. I had to do it fast. If I stepped out of my routine too much, it could really screw with me.

Should I tell Sam what’s going on with me? Should I tell him where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing for the last 20 years? There’s no way he could save me from what I’ve been fighting with since that day. The monster in my head.

Chapter 9

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Celebrate Christmas in July with these holiday short stories! They’re sure to cool you down while warming your heart! 😉

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Ch.3 Bar and Boys

once you pulled up to the bar you were amazed at how many people were there and thought how hard this case might actually be. Once you walked through the doors you went straight to the bar and decided to order two shots of tequila. once the liquid courage arrived you downed both of them like nothing and you didn’t even make a face or flinch.

“wow. you must be able to handle your liquor“ hearing this you turn around and to your surprise it was the tall handsome man from the gas station earlier that day. “uhh..yeah i can, well let me rephrase that it depends on what type of liquor.“ you say. “well how about a bet?“ he says. “Okay sure” you say.

“if i can last longer than you on tequila shots we go back to my motel room, if you win you can do whatever you want to me.“ “that sounds nice, but lets add a twist, after every shot we ask the other person a question so we can get to know one another. “ “that sounds good, i like it“. The mystery man then flags down the bartender and asks for 10 tequila shots to start out with. once we get them we split them evenly so we have five each and you take the first shot.

after you take the shot you ask him what his name is and he replies that his name is Sam. Sam takes his shot and asks you what your name is so you tell him your name is y/n. “wow pretty name for a pretty girl ”Sam says. “oh really?” you ask “yeah your gorgeous y/n” “okay next shot! ” after the second one is down you decide to finish the rest of them and while you wait for sam to catch up you glance around the bar and catch eyes with the short guy from the gas station.

he walks over to you and Sam and asked who you were and what were you doing with his little brother. It took you a little bit to process what he said but you looked at him and said that you didn’t know that sam had a big brother let alone that he was here with him and how there was no harm coming to sam because you guys were just doing shots. sams brother started to laugh and said that he was just messing with you and that he wanted to know if he could buy you a drink. of course you couldn’t pass this opertunity so you ask if he would get you some whiskey.

sam’s brother said”you drink whiskey?” you replied with”yeah i drink whiskey, but not often, i cant have to much” “why not? ” the boys say, “because it’s bad for my legs” you relpy. “why do they swell” sam said, you giggle a little bit and say,“no, they spread.” sam blushed and looked away, while dean looked at you with shocked and humorous eyes. eventually your drink came and you noticed sams brother, who you still dont know the name of, slipped something in you drink.

“excuse me im going to go to the restroom real quick“ you say. “okay, ill be right here“ he says. you walk off in the direction towards the bathroom and sneak off towards the back door and go arround the building to get back to you car. as soon as you round the corner you feel somone grab you from behind and struggle as everything goes black.

Authours note: I know i have not been active in a long time, i am plannign on changing that. since it is now summer i am allowed to stay up a little later than usual. I do have chapters 4-8 written in a journal i just need to publish them on here. please be patient, feel free to ask questions. ~XOXO Ruby

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1000roughdrafts · 2 months

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Sam Winchester Master List

Some of my works are 18+, which I'll write as such here, but please heed the warnings on the individual posts as well - All under the cut :)

One Shots xx

18 + Smut

💜One Drunk Night ~ 18+ implied public smut, PDA, neck biting, nude in front of Dean

💜 A Christmas Surprise - 18+, smut - Sam and Dean ‘force’ you to go to a Christmas party at Bobby’s, despite your pleas for a night in with just some beer and pizza. It turns out, it wasn’t so terrible of a night after all.

💜 Friends With Benefits - You and Sam enjoy fooling around, while trying to, at least temporarily, keep it a secret from Dean.

Mini Series xx

💜Birth and Death ~ Part One | Part Two; Y/N was excited for her friends 21st birthday, but when she got a knock on the door, instead of her friends, she’s greeted by two FBI agents and the things the agents said to her, changed her life forever. (complete)

💜I’m Never Gonna Dance Again ~ Part One | Part Two | Part Three angst; It was love at first sight for you and Sam the night you met. Little did he know that you had been diagnosed with an incurable tumor. You wanted to make the best of your short time on Earth, but you weren’t expecting to meet someone who could make you want to stay. With love, laughter and dancing he made your last days happy, while torturing himself with memories after your passing. (complete)

Sam x Reader / Dean x Reader Switch Fics

💜 It’s My Party (Part One is Dean x Reader) Part Two (complete)

💙It’s My Party Part One | Part Two (SamxReader)~ angst Request; can you do a deanxreader songfic to it’s my party by Lesley Gore where it’s the reader’s birthday and Dean flirts with the waitress and can it be angsty (complete)

💜 The (almost) Perfect Crime: (needs lots of improvement and re-drafting/editing before going back out:)) MasterList (but may be subject to change and parts will come out in quite a few months from now)

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maximumkillshot · 6 months

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Supernatural Masterlist

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As If Hunters Are a Thing, Right? Part I- Warnings: angst, descriptions of depression, character deaths, vivid imagery of crime scenes, drinking

Tear Me Down Pt 1- DeanxReader Warnings: angst,drinking, gore, possession, descriptions of said possession, slight self esteem issue if you really look hard, just a whole slab of Sadness really

Tear Me Down Pt 2 “Now”- DeanxReader Warnings: bit of angst in the beginning, depression, descriptions of possession, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, make out (if that needs a warning?)

I Can’t Explain It- DeanxReader Warnings: Angst with a wee bit o’ fluff

“I Know My Baby Better Than You Anyway”- Warnings: smut (unprotected [don’t party without a hat at home kids]), language, the reader being a bit of a smart ass, slightly insecure reader, super fluff at the end

Until The End of Time- DeanxReader Warnings:OK this is what I call, SUPER FLUFF… It is semi lethal at times… I figured that a Monday needs a little !Pregnant ReaderX!Daddy Dean love.

How Can I Put This?- SamxReader Warnings: negative body image of the reader, Sammy being Cute as all hell, semi-fluffy, almost smut (Coming in Part 2)

“How Can I Put This?” Part II_ “Well In That Case”- Warnings: SMUT with protection (yay I remembered!), oral sex (Female receiving GRAPHIC), dry humping, All around dirty (seriously I need to go to church now), IT’S LONG y’know like Sam?, fluff at the end, Pairing: SamxReader, A/N: I have never said this before, but seriously, this is for 18+ users! I had to stop writing for a bit because I got all worked up. This is your only warning…enjoy! I’m Actually Thinking the Contrary of Disgust- Warnings: negative body image of the reader, language, fluffy, Dean’s a sweetheart in this one, implied smut at the end, Sick reader Pairing: Dean x Sick!Reader Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean A/N: I came down with a really bad cold and it inspired this! Dean is a supersweetheart in this one.. the fluff is super strong! enjoy the fic guys!

Where Do I Sign?- Warnings: Language, Mentions of Mental Illness, Depression, Anxiety, Mentions of Medication and being without said Medication, General Angst… This one is heavy but gets fluffy… you have been warned. Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, other characters are mentioned A/N: Hello everyone, so this is a piece that I came up with yesterday! The lovely @emoryhemsworth Beta’d this one for me so thank you once again sweetheart and Congratulations on your graduation!!!!

Writer’s Block- DRABBLE Warnings: for the first time none really! Just gets a bit steamy at the end, enjoy my people! Pairing: Dean xReader Characters:Reader,Dean A/N: This is a drabble that I came up with when I had writer’s block a while back. I think that now’s the perfect time to release it since my other fic isn’t quite ready yet so enjoy this drabble in it’s place! The other one should be out some time in the coming week.

I Will Never Deserve- Warnings: some descriptive language, cursing, fluffy Dean, angry Dean, whole bunch of Dean feels really, insecure reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam A/N: Ok so I kid you not this happened to me. I have been interested in a guy for a while (relationship wise). We haven’t talked in forever and then a few months later, he starts to conversate with me and basically asks me to be in a threesome…. with himself and his girlfriend…I DIDN’T DO IT! I altered parts of the conversation that I put in. So this fic is a bit of what I wish someone would have said to me… of the Dean variety. (all the way up to the read more line is the basic summation of what happened)

She’s Mine-Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS, longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me) Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics… I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!! Also @kittenofdoomage I hope your proud!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!

It’ll Always Be You- Warnings:SMUT, semi NSFW (Barely) gifs, Language, Nervous!Dean, tiny bit of angst, Long as all hell but worth it for the ending! Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam A/N: Hello People! This is my so so so late admission for @mamaredd123‘s 100 quotes challenge! I am so sorry this is so late. Both my sister and I had surgeries and that put a whole halt to my writing endeavors. I am so happy with the product and I hope that y’all are too.

Since I Saw You- Warnings: None, Unless you aren’t a fan of tooth-rotting fluff, some awkward stuff maybe if you squint. Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Y/N Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Y/N A/N: Hello People! Ohh two fics in less than a week? What is going on with me? Well here is my first RPF. This takes place right at the beginning of Supernatural! I mean no disrespect towards Danneel or anyone else in the fic. This is 100% a work of fiction and not meant to harm or hurt anyone at all! Please enjoy! Also let me know if I did good! I’m an insecure writer and I needs the validations!

Needed You (Imagine)-Warnings: Only one, mention of a bad hunt… Other than that a sprig of angst n a giant pile of fluff. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack, Reader. A/N: Anonymous asked: Can I request a Jack imagine?Why yes you can, nonny. Yes you can. For this one I am not sure where you wanted me to go with it, so I am going to try a different approach, I hope you like it! I’ve never written for Jack before but let’s give it a go!

Grandma Got Fucked Over By A Reindeer-Warnings: None really, description of a murder, some cussing, implied future smut, but nothing happens, promise! Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jack A/N: This is for @atc74 ‘s Cards Against Christmas Drabble Challenge. I had so much fun making this. I don’t even know how to define this genre, maybe a crack fic? Enjoy people!!

Jealousy-Pairing: Dean X Reader Situation: undercover office hunt where Dean get Jealous of reader getting attention from men that work in the office. Genre: Smut/Fluff Warnings: SMUT, FLUFFY AS ALL HELL, !Jealous Dean Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, A/N: Is this a drabble? NO….. DO I CARE? NOT EVENN A BIT!!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, Thank you so much for submitting!

For You- Warnings: SMUT, Angst, the lightest bit of BDSM…. Fluffy Smutty Dom Demon Dean…. Yes you read that correctly… I didn’t think it was possible either… but hey, here we are. Pairing: Fluffy!Dom!Demon! Dean x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Reader. A/N: Here’s another piece for the 606 challenge!!! I’m sorry it’s been a bit, classes started up again and I’m drowning in work, but I was able carve out time for this fic. I am slowly working on When You Call as well so… NOBODY PANIC THERE IS A PART 12 on the way (I may or may not be aiming for this weekend… *wink) In the meantime, please enjoy this fic!

I’ll Tell You What, Winchester- Warnings: None Really, future smut implied Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader. A/N:This is from my 100 follower celebration, so I decided to move it to the 606 because I really want to do some gifs as well. Special thanks to @jayankles who submitted this a while ago (So sorry that it took this long.)

The Pie-Warnings: LETHAL FLUFF(look to tags to avoid spoilers), idk what else but yeah, there yah go!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN!!!! Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, A/N:Yet another Drabble Done for the 606 celebration/challenge!!! @mamaredd123 Submitted: How about a Dean x Reader, no particular genre, go with a drabble… “How could you forget the pie??”THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUBMISSION AND….ENJOY THE FLUFF

She’s A Knockout- Warnings: Some angst, some spoilers for s14, some fluff, cursing because c’mon it’s me we’re talkin’ about, also some allusion to sexy times. Pairing: Dean x Donna Characters: Doug, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Donna A/N: ONWARD WITH THE 606 CHALLENGE!!! I know I haven’t posted for this in a while, but this submission from @adoptdontshoppets that just started singing to me tonight. The submission is:“Whatcha doin’ here Dean?” + Dean x Donna + Dean shows up at the sheriff’s office to ask Donna on a date + I vote for fluff ‘cause she says ‘yes.’ Though angst if she says no could be interesting too. 🙂 Maxi’s 606

For You Part 2- Warnings: depressing memories, some provoking Demon!Dean, metions of sexy times, it’s really a prepper for part 3…. if you want it. Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader A/N: If you want part 3 tell me so!!

The Letter- Warnings: Some angst, Jealous!Dean, Sam’s just being Sam, Mentions of Hell and sexy times, nothing too bad, Pg-13 at best… not even really, FLUFFFFFFYYYYY Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Random Dude, Reader (Of course) A/N: Hello all, I wasn’t able to post over the weekend, but hey! I’m doing it now!!! Enjoy everyone.. It’s FLUFFYY and as always…. GIFS AIN’T MINE!!

Tethered-Warnings: angsty PAIN OWWWW Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, (If I said who, it’d be a spoiler.) A/N: This was from @jayankles Thanks so much for the gifs hun!!

Sweet Birthday Bash- Warnings: None just lethal fluff, really Pairing: None Characters: Ana,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned A/N: This is for the wonderful @anathewierdo to celebrate her birthday!! From her crazy tia Rowena (Vicky)

Right- Warnings:lethal fluff, smut too, nothing too explicit since tumblr is having an existential crisis… Pairing: Emory x Dean Winchester Characters: Emory,Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester , Cass and Jack are mentioned A/N: Happy birthday to my girl @emoryhemsworth !!! I’ll join you at 24 in a few months!!!

I Need Help-Warnings: Mental Breakdowns, mentions of Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, depression, and other illnesses, small bit of cursing, fluff, angst, y’know the common roller coaster! Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Jack A/N: Hey so… I had an episode. This what I know Dean would do for his number one girl… if she lived with what I have…

Make it Better- Warnings: ANGSTY AF, like it’s bad for a while there, then it gets better. Some cussing possible, mentions of S14 stuffs. Pairing: Dean x ReaderCharacters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, OMC Luke, (Multiple other charaters mentioned A/N: This is from an ask by @carribear31 Her ask reads: So I have an idea, it could be angsty. Going back to beginning if seadon 14. Dean is free from Michael and comes back to the bunker to find all the AU hunters there. Him and reader have been together for awhile but seeing all these other hunters need her for this and that makes him feel unneeded and useless and even a bit jealous when he notices one other hunter seems to seek her out more then the others. Now with Dean feel sorry for himself and pushing her away she must prove they belong together. Happy ending please! Thank you!

You Had Me - Warnings: Fluff, Smut (I’M DIRTY DON’T JUDGE ME), unprotected sex (always wrap it before you tap it), asshole OMC who has a problem with plus sized women Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester A/N:Anon asked: Hey I love you’re writing!💕 can I request a dean x plus size reader where the reader is super quirky and shy also super insecure but does all there research and one day the reader gets ask on a date but gets setup and deans comforts his feelings maybe smut?Here you are Nonny!

SERIES LIST (Any Fic series with more than 2 parts):

“When You Call” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Angst, Fluff, Smut! A/B/O Dynamics

“All I Could Do” Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Ansgt, depression, it’s not for the faint of heart, honestly

The Zeppelin Shirt Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: SMUT 18+ only, I could not be more serious with this, honestly. Some angst.

The Situation Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Hilariously funny... Dean’s a Chick and let’s just say that he’s having issues adjusting womanhood

Disposable Masterlist- Ongoing... Main feels: PAIN PAIN PAIN

Plenty of Woman Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Past traumas, Dean trying to fix some real bad shit he did in the past to the reader. There will be fluff and smut spattered around in my humble opinion, not guarenteed though, as all stories take a mind of their own over time. (individual warnings will be in each fic themselves… for the love of everything read and follow them!)

By The Books Masterlist- Ongoing. Main Feels: Lot of school work, flirting, smut to follow. Individual warnings will be in each fic themselves.)

#spn #spn fandom #spn fanfic #spn family #dean winchester #supernatural #sam winchester #abo dynamics #when you call #alpha dean x omega reader #By the books #disposable

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rollingsins · 10 months

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Awwww, Sam looking out for her future sister-in-law by road racing ☺️🥹

Honestly, I've been wanting to see some Sam×R (platonic, just to be clear... don't want Tara killing our badass)

Platonic SamxReader laughing, bonding and hanging out while Tara looks over like:

“TF is so funny? 🤨”

#ask #ghostface!tara

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imagineswriting47 · 1 year

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You Can't Save Me

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A/N: This is for the Anon that asked Hi! Could you write something (can be 1-2 chapters if you like♡) with the reader being a demon and helping the Winchesters (they aren't happy about it) but (not at the same time) they fall for her, and she plays with them knowing that. The boys keep "the relationship" secret from each other (Dean doesn't know about SamxReader, and Sam doesn't know about DeanxReader). What Reader likes about Dean is his broken will. And about Sam, that can't resist temptation. She loves to tease the hunters.

All mistakes are mine and mine alone

Summary: The Reader is a Demon, and the boys and Cas are trying to save her. But she doesn't want to be saved.

Pairings: None

Screaming in pain as the holy water is thrown in my face. I wipe my face before lunging at Dean, wrapping my hands around his throat. Killing the Winchesters, we'll be the best thing that I will ever do. Dean manages to punch me in my face. I can feel the bone-crunching where his fist meets the bone. The blood immediately starts running from my nose.

"Come on, little Winchester, is that all you got." I laugh as I wipe the blood from my face. "This is your doing, you know. I would blame you, but becoming a Demon is the best thing that ever happened to me." I tell him as we circle each other.

"This isn't you, Y/N!" Dean says as Sam runs into the room. Fighting both of them isn't easy with me down on my knees; I expect them to kill me, but they put the Demon cuffs on me, and a bag is thrown over my head.

"Cas, get your ass down here!" Dean yells out before everything goes black. Everything is still dark when I hear voices in the room with me. It takes me a moment to make out what they are saying, and I can't help laughing when I do.

"Help me! You cant help me now, Sam! This is what I was always meant to be. I'm finally free for the first time; I am free and able to be me!" The bag over my head is pulled off, and the light in the room is blinding momentarily before the boys and Cas come into focus. I can feel the dried blood on my face pull as I smile at them.

"This isn't you, Y/N," Cas says in his deep voice as the boys move around me. I know they plan something, but I am not reading for the burning pain as a needle is shoved into my skin. So I dont make a noise as the lava runs in my veins. Instead, I stare at Dean and Sam, defiant of what they are doing to me. They are trying to cure the demon out of me. Then let the battle begin.

"It isn't working, Sam!" I hear Dean yell from somewhere in the Bunker. The cure isn't working as they planned. I don't want to be saved, and they will pay for what they have done.

"You did this!" I finally yell as I pull the chains from the wall. Riping the shackles off my wrists. Alarms start blaring the moment the door is pulled off its hinges. "Let the games begin>" I whisper to myself as I walk down the hall. I don't expect to hear the sound of fighting and guns.

Sam and Dean are beaten bloody, and Cas is lying on the floor, not moving. I see red. I might be a Demon, but no one gets to kill them but me. Killing those that have broken into the Bunker is almost child's play, and before they know what hit them, the intruders are dead, and Dean and Sam are standing there staring at me.

"Only I get to kill you," I tell the both of them with a smile.

A/N: Please leave a heart and a reblog! Let me know what you think!

#supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester fanfiction #dean and sam #sam and dean #sam winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean x you

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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Get can you write a SamxReader story where the brothers have been kidnapped by a pack of vampires or werewolves, and out of the blue the reader comes out of her hiding spot (because it was her hunt in the first place but she was waiting for the right moment to fight them) and kills them all on her own, in a really badass attitude? And they can’t believe how she could kill them all by herself. But the twist is that when she introduces herself, she is actually pretty shy and she is just a badass when she fights.

Plsss write until she and Sam start dating 🥺🙏🏼 thank you ilysm

Ofc I can!! I can do this in a 2 or 3 part series depending how carried away i get lmao, just so it's not too too long the first time

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spnfan1998 · 11 months

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Second Wind (Samxreader)

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18+ YEAR OLD READERS ONLY, CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT

Sam and Dean had just gotten back from a hunt, later than they anticipated. What they thought would be a djinn ended up being a small nest of vamps. The two missing persons were found alive thankfully but in bad shape, the vamps didn’t turn them but kept them hostage to feed on. The last hunt the boys went on wasn’t as successful so when they got back home this time around, Dean was ready with a six pack and bottle of bourbon to celebrate. You could tell Sam was happy with their win but was exhausted.

You got back to the bunker a few days before the boys. The hunt you went on with Garth was for a werewolf. When you found what you thought was the wolf you were tracking, he seemed scared and explained he didn’t know what happened to him but he was just hungry. It turned out that the wolf you were tracking was a part of the pack that turned the one you found. The wolf you found didn’t join the pack and lived off livestock hearts. Garth decided to take mercy on him and brought him home to teach him how to survive without murdering. Garth gave you his word he would “take care” of things if he got out of line or was too far gone. You put out a hunter’s APB for the pack that turned him since they skipped town and didn’t leave any leads.

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Sam decided to go shower. Dean broke out the bourbon first and blasted Black Sabbath over the bunkers PA system.

“(y/n), how was your hunt with Garth? Old dog doing good these days?” Dean asked. you explained the situation to him to which he responded “sounds like a win to me. No one got hurt and Garth is handling the situation. I’m sure we’ll hear back on the APB in a few days.” You wanted to feel like this was a win but the pack still got away. Dean could tell you were vilifying yourself over this.

“I got you something on our way back. Garth may have texted us and told us what happened. We figured you’d go hard on yourself like you always do” Dean smirked and pulled out a bottle of your favorite wine and poured you a glass. Your face lit up, “thank you Dean, I’m just praying we get a ping on the APB”.

Sam walked into the kitchen drying his hair with a towel “you did good work (y/n), you didn’t anticipate the pack leaving. Everything that you could’ve done right, you did”. Sam opened a beer and all three of you clinked glasses together toasting to “kicking ass”. The bourbon must’ve gotten to Dean because he excused himself from the table about 30 minutes later and within minutes of him closing his bedroom door, you could hear the snores.

“You want to watch a movie? We got some popcorn during our last supply run” Sam offered. “...or we could go grab something to eat? Check out that new spot in town?” Sam got a second wind and you two decided to go out for the night, the bunker can make you feel cooped up if you don't get out enough outside of hunting.

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You and Sam had a great time out, after grabbing dinner you guys stumbled on this vintage pinball arcade and decided to play a few rounds. Any chance you, Sam, and Dean got to do a fun and mindless activity, you took it.

When you two got back to the bunker it was a little past midnight. Dean was still knocked out so you and Sam decided to stay up and keep each other company.

After shooting the shit for a while Sam asked “So, what was your plan before hunting?” he had never asked you before.

“I was actually a registered nurse for six years before I encountered a ghoul. We were short staffed at the hospital so I helped security take a deceased patient to our morgue and there it was. Snacking on another dead person’s pancreas” Sam jokingly made a gagging noise. “After that I got too curious and learned that there was much worse out there. As someone who works in a helping field, I decided I wanted a change. To help in a different way, ya know?” Sam almost looked a bit shocked

“I respect your decision wanting to hunt but why? You’re smart, talented, young…beautiful.” Sam did this a lot, probably because he left law school for hunting. He doesn’t like seeing people give up their lives for this lifestyle if they don’t have to.

Jokingly you said “well, I heard hunters are better looking than doctors and EMTs”. Sam laughed and looked you in the eyes to see if you were being serious or not. The way he looked at you struck a chord. You always found him attractive but never considered acting on it. “I appreciate your concern but I promise, the life I left behind wasn’t anything special”. You started creeping your hand over to Sam’s and tapping your fingers on his, trying to give him the hint. Sam isn’t oblivious but also isn’t one to flirt or date, not after both Jessica and Amelia. It's not that he is hung up on them but he doesn’t allow himself to get close to people.

Curiously you decided to ask him “Sam, have you ever considered us going furth…” Before you could finish your sentence he replied “yes”. You locked eyes trying to read him. Before you could make out what he was thinking he stood up, grabbed your hand, and led you to a room in the bunker you’ve never been in before. It had a TV, a pull out couch, and a mini bar, nothing too extravagant.

“I was wandering around the bunker one day and realized I never ventured in here before” Sam said while he was pouring you a drink. You took your jack and coke and plopped down on the couch. “I made it my own, I come in here sometimes just to get away. I figured if Dean can have the Dean cave, I can have my own space too”. You motioned to him to sit next to you so he took you up on the invitation. He put the TV on and turned the lights off.

For the first 25 minutes of the movie you were both watching intently. You worked up the courage to move closer to Sam. You were practically sitting on his lap at this point. Between drinking that night and realizing how you feel about Sam, it felt like your body was warm and vibrating. You looked up at him and he noticed, turning his attention towards you.

You made the first move, interlacing your fingers in his hair and gently tugging him into a kiss. Sam gladly accepted and took some initiative. He sucked lightly on your bottom lip while running his hand under your shirt to your back to pull you in closer. His hands traveled up higher and he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. You felt him smile when he realized. He lifted you up with ease onto his lap and gently started pushing your hips back and forth to create some friction. You let out a soft moan from this, it's been awhile since your last. Sam slid his hand up to caress your nipples which caused another moan. Sam used this as motivation to carry you to his room.

He sat down on his bed with you still in his lap. He pulled away from your kiss “are you sure you want to do this?”. you asked “don't you?” with some concern in your voice. Sam smirked and replied “more than anything” and kissed his way down your neck and chest slowly. He picked you up off his lap and laid you down on the bed to start undoing your jeans. Everything he did was so soft and deliberate, he knew exactly what he was doing and how to care for you without having to ask. Sam stood up momentarily to take off his shirt and your jeans but before he made his way back to your lips he said to you “you’re breathtaking”. You smiled and turned bright red, unable to come up with a response quick enough before Sam started to nip at your neck.

Sam finally brought his hand to meet your clit. He started to rub you rhythmically with the perfect amount of pressure, you could just feel the heat building up between your thighs. For Sam though, this wasn’t enough. You could tell all he was worried about was you feeling good, so he slid your panties off and tossed them to the side. Sam slowly made his way down your chest and stomach, planting a kiss every so often. Once he made it to your thighs, he decided to tease you for a bit. He could tell it was driving you crazy but, while he wanted to pleasure you, he loved the build up.

“Easy now, I’m not in a rush. We have all night” Sam whispered when he felt you lift your hips up to get closer to him. He gave in though, unable to restrain himself anymore you felt him start sucking on your clit. He circled it with his tongue and decided to introduce a finger. Sam probably thought you were touch starved because you came out with a loud moan, borderline scream that you had to cover your mouth to muffle. Sam smiled and took this as his cue to keep doing what he was doing, which was a nice surprise for you. In your past experiences, most men would start to speed up once they heard you, throwing everything off. Sam kept at the same pace until he felt you close in around his finger. It felt like your whole body was on fire, in the best way possible. Sam stood up and undid his belt, he looked you up and down -almost hungrily- while he did this. He managed his way out of his jeans and laid down on top of you, you met his lips with yours and while you did this, he pushed himself into you slowly. This caused him to groan into you “fuck, you feel amazing”.

At this point, you had your legs wrapped around him and your hands in his hair pulling him into you. Sam wanted to test the waters so he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head, restraining you. He looked at you and gave a slight nod, assuming this was him asking you if you were okay with it, you nodded back with a smirk and bit your lip. He used his free hand to gently play with your nipples, all while still kissing and embracing you. You came again and in this moment, you felt like this would last forever and you were beyond content with that. Sam kept his speed and stroke controlled until he let out another long and drawn out groan mixed with “oh fuck” you could feel his body stiffen slightly and you felt him finish inside of you. After he came, he stayed inside of you and gave you a few short and slow pumps before pulling out.

Sam rolled over next to you and was trying to catch his breath. “That was amazing, I never thought that we would..” you cut him off saying “me neither” and laughed quietly. Sam smiled at you and gave you one more kiss before getting up and putting his jeans back on “I'm going to get you something to clean up with”. He came back to his room with a damp washcloth and a clean pair of boxers. He turned around and kept himself busy cleaning up his desk to give you some privacy, as if he hadn’t just seen all of you. You put your shirt and boxers on and walked up behind him and hugged him and kissed his neck. Sam turned to you and embraced you and kissed your forehead. “Should we head to bed? I think I found a case earlier for us to look into tomorrow.” While you were happy and excited with what happened, you were worried this would be a one night stand especially since he brought up work right after. Sam could see the worry on your face and how your body language changed a bit, more reserved. He grabbed you by your hips and pulled you in closer and reassured you with “you've got me”.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic series #sam winchester #supernatural smut #adult only #spn fanfic

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yeeterthek33per · 8 months

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I've just had a spark of inspiration what if there's a thunderstorm but you're afraid of thunder? (Samxreader bc why not ig)

100 per cent can do, but it most likely won't be for a few days yet. I've got 2 sam fics coming out in the meantime as well. I'll add it to the WIPs. I love the idea, thank you so much.😊 (I do apologise. I just had my five years of retail experience level patience tested by tumblr and my inability to not click notifications as they appear🤦‍♀️.)

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emisanemu · 2 years

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MASTER LIST

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gretavanlace · 1 year

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hey lace… last night i was going to start reading a new fic series but i got caught up in work and lost it and forgot who it was by. can you help me find it?

it was jakexreader or samxreader i’m almost positive it was jake but who knows i’m on a sam kick right now

but basically it was like you go home for a holiday? or some kind of family event and you tell your mom you have a date but you don’t and jake goes with you? the first few paragraphs of it are you run into a boy in a store (his name is landon? something with an L) and he asks you to go to the event and you say no bc your boyfriend wouldn’t like you going with another man????

please help me find it i’ll give you a kiss on the cheek and $5

Law and Order special fictions unit, work your magic

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garbagevanfleet · 3 years

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SEVEN (smut)

Pairing: Sam x woman!reader Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Alcohol consumption, marijuana mention, explicit sexual content, not sure this is a warning but Sam has a big dick because I feel like that’s true irl Word Count: 7800 Summary: Aren’t you a little old to be playing seven minutes in heaven? Notes: @lantern-inthenight is my beta as always, and credit to inspiration for this fic goes to @sapphicspidey. I really really put the pedal to the metal for this one because of her.

MASTERPOST

Your childhood friends had always described you as “the mom friend”. At first, you had worn the title like a badge of honor, but as the years went on, you realized that maybe they didn’t mean it quite as affectionately as you had originally thought. You had a fierce loyalty to those you loved, and couldn’t handle seeing anyone in a dilemma - if there was anything you could do to help, you’d be doing it before someone asked.

That’s why, when you went out as a group, you were always the one to volunteer to stay sober - or at least coherent - just so you could be sure everyone got home okay.

That was not the case tonight.

It was New Year’s Eve, and an overplayed Ariana Grande song was bumping through a set of speakers loud enough to choke out all other sounds in the cool cement basement of the house party they had insisted you all attend. It was collectively your first year of college, and even though you had all stayed in-state, you had all chosen different schools, so it certainly made sense to you that they had absolutely demanded that you attend at least one party and actually let loose during Christmas break.

You were still working on the second part - a plastic cup of something that smelled like fruity battery acid in your right hand and your other one absently fiddling with the hem of your dress.

When a pretty blonde called everyone’s attention, a couple of people helped her up onto a beat-up coffee table in her strappy heels, making sure she was completely steady before releasing her. Once she was in perfect view through the crowd of tipsy people, you recognized her as the party host.

She had always been popular through school - to your recollection - so it was absolutely no wonder that everyone stopped what they were doing for the most part to listen when she started talking.

“Okay, guys. I do hope everyone is enjoying the party!” she started, and instantly, the room was filled with calls of confirmation.

“To ring in the new year, we’re going to play a game. Seven Minutes In Heaven,” she declared, a statement that was met with another wide range of animated reactions from the crowd.

You scoffed incredulously, taking a long sip of your offensively strong drink and writing her off for the most part.

“But this is a little different than what you played in middle school. No circles or bottles or anything like that,” she explained further, her ruby red lips turning up into a playful smirk. “I’m going to write everyone’s name on a little piece of paper and then divide it by gender. Then I’ll draw a girl’s name and that girl will get to draw a boy’s name. You obviously don’t have to play, but if you decline, you’ll have to chug a gross drink I came up with.”

“Ooh, who do you think you’ll get?” your friend, Jen, immediately asked as she turned to look at you directly. She had gotten all dressed up for the party - donning a shiny dress and silver jewelry to match. It was completely unsurprising, as she always had been one to present herself as best she could.

You huffed, trying to sound annoyed despite the seldom-felt butterflies of excitement bouncing around in your stomach. “I don’t know if I even want to play.”

Lydia frowned at you, pulling her dyed hair over her shoulder so she could run her fingers through it - a thing she always did when she was disapproving. “You totally should - you’re single. And attracted to boys, which is a curse that not all of us are burdened with.”

You snickered at her under your breath, playfully knocking your shoulder into hers. “Can I just pick your name instead?”

She hummed at you as she tipped her red cup back and took a long couple of swigs. “You could, but all I’d be able to think about would be the time you threw up on me at that slumber party in fifth grade. Not very romantic.”

You slapped her arm playfully with a laugh. “Listen, it’s not my fault that your mom served orange juice and spicy brats. How could that possibly have gone any different? One of us was bound to hurl.”

Jen snorted, pushing her black curls away from her face, her bangles jingling with the movement. “God, I remember that like it was yesterday.”

You opened your mouth to reply when the host popped up next to you with a notebook. “Names?” she requested sweetly, her red nails wrapped around a pen. She was pretty short, even with her heels on, but she held herself in a way that made you stand at attention to address her.

“I’m Jen Graves,” Jen replied, eyes sparkling with excitement. She had always been the most outgoing one of you, by far, so you were not in any way surprised that she was so enthusiastic about this.

Lydia met her eyes with a flat look. “I’m Lydia Scott and I’m a lesbian, so I won’t be playing.”

The blonde gave her a cheeky look. “Oh, what a coincidence - I’m Nora Miller and I’m also a lesbian. So, you’ll be paired with me?”

You were slack-jawed at her forwardness until she turned and prompted you without waiting for Lydia’s answer. You gave her your name and watched her jot them all down onto the lined paper with enough space in between.

As Nora made her way to the next group of people, you realized that Lydia was still semi-stunned - her blue eyes following as she weaved her way back through the crowd. Not that you could blame her.

The game started when Nora seemed confident that she had everyone’s name, and somehow, she seemed to remember which name belonged to each person with impressive accuracy.

About half an hour into it, Jen was prompted to draw a name from the pool of boys. She went in with a guy with short, blonde hair and emerged sweaty and breathless seven minutes later on the dot.

You had been hoping that you’d run out of time before your name was drawn - that one of your friends would suggest that you dipped early. Pairs of people were ushered by Nora into a broom closet as the night went on, and it almost seemed like you might actually get a clean break.

The tightness in your chest cavity was starting to dissipate with every minute - however, you knew you were fucked when Nora pulled a slip of paper out and her eyes landed on you from across the room. She caught your gaze with a sly grin and then weaved through people parting for her effortlessly.

“Alright, pick a name,” she instructed, shaking the bowl enough to make the slips of paper rustle. You wouldn’t have heard the sound at all if there hadn’t been the briefest of lulls in the music as one song changed to an equally overplayed one.

Sensing your hesitation flawlessly, Lydia gently nudged you in the ribs with her bony elbow. “You should do it, right?”

“Yeah, it was really fun,” Jen butted in, her cheeks pinkening at the memory as she sipped at her drink through a metal straw she’d brought from home.

You took a deep breath and then nodded in agreement. You turned to look at Lydia and gave her the best puppy eyes you could manage. “Okay, will you draw it for me?”

She shot you a teasing smile, her freckled nose scrunched up. “Sure,” she replied and then bit her chapped bottom lip in concentration. In seventh grade, your dentist had told you that the only time your teeth should touch was when you were chewing food, but they were clenched tight as you watched her hand dip into the metal mixing bowl that housed the pool of names. She plucked one and then, without hesitation, unfolded it as your stomach twisted.

“Sam Kiszka?” she read, a look of slight surprise on her face.

You drew in a sharp breath - you weren’t sure what you had been expecting your fate to be, but it certainly wasn’t that - wasn’t him.

Nora hummed through a mischievous-looking grin, and you wondered if putting people on the spot like this was a secret fetish of hers. Maybe not so secret.

“That’s a great pick - he’s right over there.” Her shiny red nail pointed just a couple dozen feet away. “Would you prefer to inform him, or me?”

His slender frame was crumpled as he leaned against a doorway, a bottle of beer in his loose grip. A girl was chatting with him - a bit too close to be casual, and you could tell that the nature of their conversation was flirty by the way one of her tattooed hands reached up to mindlessly comb through her dark hair. You watched her eyes light up as she laughed melodically at some quip he made and you wondered if it was actually funny, or if she was just giddy from the attention of a cute boy.

“He looks a little busy,” you informed, shocking yourself to find that your tone edged towards disappointment.

“Well, too bad for her. C’mon.” Nora took your hand in hers, lacing your fingers together and lead you over to them, making a shooing motion with her other hand that made the girl quickly skulk off. As you watched her retreat, you felt briefly guilty, but you were sure she’d find another guy to occupy her valuable time.

“Here you go, Sam,” Nora declared as she gently nudged you toward him, one hand on the small of your back. “Your date for the next eight minutes or so.”

Your posture was stiff despite your conscious mental reminder to relax, which was made infinitely worse by Sam’s eyes landing on you in vague appraisal, veiled thinly by a look of disbelief.

“You look like you don’t want to do this.” He was emotionless - or at least appearing to be - as he addressed you, and then brought the beer bottle up to his lips in a way that truly read “unaffected”.

“I, uh. I’m not sure I do,” you half-lied. It was terribly difficult to look at him up close. He had a lovely face - delicate, mousy features on a flawlessly smooth canvas. You had been aware of him while you were in school, you’d even done a couple of labs with him in sophomore year. He had always been known as one of those pretty boys that loved to fuck around and waste time, but if you remembered correctly, all of the assignments you did with him were A+ material. “But I have a feeling that she’s not going to let me say no,” you finished as you flicked your eyes at Nora accusingly.

He quirked one of his dark eyebrows. “Do you want me to say no?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Sam beat you to it. He straightened his posture, and it lengthened his height enough that you had to adjust the angle of your head to keep looking at his face, but Nora seemed unaffected despite the fact that he towered over her.

“What happens if I decline?”

Nora hummed, obviously excited to show him exactly what she had planned for him should he choose that fate. She pulled a glass mason jar out of the tote-like purse that she was carrying on her shoulder, filled with a swirling green-brown liquid. “Then you get to chug this,” she replied sweetly.

He took it from her, eyeing it up in distaste. “What’s in it?”

“It’s a surprise but I assure you that it isn’t pleasant.” Entirely too pleased with herself, she gave you both a sharky grin.

He gave her a suspicious frown as he popped the lid. You could smell it instantly, and it became apparent that he could too as you watched his face turn up in disgust. The pungent smell of spicy fruit and grain alcohol nearly made you gag.

“Is there kiwi in this?” he asked flatly like he already suspected he knew the answer.

She laughed and shrugged her petite shoulders, one of the straps on her top slipping slightly with the movement. “Could be, Sam. Could be.”

“I’m allergic to kiwi,” he stated flatly, earning an entirely unbothered smirk from her.

“Then it looks like you’re headed to the closet, aren’t you? Hostess rules and all. Unless you’d like to leave the party altogether. And then how would that make her feel?” She gestured to you, causing you to give her an anxious frown. “That you’d rather leave the party than kiss her.”

He met your eyes again with an apologetic look that you replied to with a similar expression.

“Come on.” He gestured for you to follow and then shot Nora a chilly glare. “And you should fix this shitty music.”

You could hear Nora laugh as he lead the way across the room to the closet, and each step you took closer, the smaller the space started to feel.

You glanced over to Jen and Lydia out of the corner of your eye as you passed by, receiving a thumbs up from Jen and a kissy face from Lydia that only served to make your heart rate quicken further.

When you reached the door, he opened it and then stepped aside to let you in first before closing it behind himself.

It was shockingly dark inside. You had been expecting for there to be a crack of light coming from under the door, but there seemed to be next to none. You couldn’t see any of his features - just the general shape of him in the void.

It was agonizingly silent save for the muffled music on the other side of the door and the sound of your breathing - which was obviously more labored than his.

“I’m so sorry about this,” you said, your voice pitching up just enough to be noticeable and causing you to grimace at yourself in the dark.

He scoffed under his breath. “What are you sorry about? That you happened to draw my name?”

“I could have just said no and drank that shit. I’m not allergic to kiwi,” you half-groaned, scrubbing your hand over your face in hopes that it would wipe away your entire existence with it.

He breathed a laugh in the cramped space and shuffled. If you had to guess, he was running his fingers through his hair. “Look, it’s only a few minutes. We just gotta do it and then we can be done.”

Your body tensed, eyes darting around to try and find anything in particular to focus on but falling short in the abyss. The air felt thick enough that it made your lungs tight. “Are you sure?”

“Well, yeah,” he replied in a jesting tone that told you how obvious he thought the answer should be to you. “How else are we going to get through it?”

“Okay. You’re right,” you agreed, swallowing hard. You forced yourself forward a step.

He was a hell of a lot closer than he’d seemed when he was talking to you because the small movement had you brushing against his form. You placed your hand on his chest like you’d intended to do it and mapped your way up to his face with your touch, letting your fingers rake over his cheek.

“What are you doing?” The incredulous tone of his voice sent you instantly rigid, your skin running simultaneously hot and cold.

You let out a shaky breath but couldn’t bring yourself to move - neither your hand nor your body.

“What do you mean?” you asked timidly, praying that he was about to give you crystal clear instructions on how you were expected to proceed.

“I didn’t mean-” He huffed a laugh that sounded borderline flustered. “We don’t have to do anything. It’s not like anyone would know the difference.”

“Oh.” You instantly pulled away from him in one quick motion like you’d been touching a bare electric wire. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I thought you meant-” You trailed off, suddenly feeling your face flush hot with shame. You cursed the way your throat suddenly felt constricted.

He was dead silent, and when he spoke again, his tone was soft and quizzical. “Unless you wanted to.” After another moment, he prompted, “Because we’ve got-” He paused and suddenly the space lit up with a harsh white light as he checked his phone. “About five minutes left.”

You could only see him for a brief second before the room went pitch black again and you could hear him tucking his phone away into his jeans.

“What if I do want to?” you asked in a breathy tone from the funny feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He hummed smugly. “Then you’d better hurry up and decide.”

Patiently, he waited in complete silence as you second-guessed yourself for a few more long seconds, but in the end, all you could manage to do was take a step or two closer to him. You experimentally reached your hand out to feel exactly how close he was, and when your fingers brushed against his flannel shirt, you rested them there for a second.

“You smell like weed,” you mumbled absently, your skin prickled up into goosebumps.

This time when he laughed, it was low in his throat - a heady sound that made you feel tingly. “Wow, that’s crazy,” he teased sarcastically.

A pitchy laugh escaped past your lips as you tried to mask the effort to control your breathing, but you were pretty sure he could tell.

“I’m not usually a nervous person, but this - being in here with you -” You didn’t finish the admission, but you didn’t have to. You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, just to give your jittery hands something to do.

After a long pause, he hummed through a smile you could hear, and you were just grateful to have any kind of gauge on his emotional state. “In Sophomore year, did you ever find an anonymous note in your locker?”

You frowned confusedly into the darkness - not because what he was saying seemed unfamiliar, but because you were wracking your brain to try and figure out how it could pertain to him.

“Around homecoming?” you finished, in suspicious confirmation.

“And it just had a heart written on it in glitter pen?”

You could feel your cheeks start to flame even further at the implication - the suggestive tone of his voice in the dark. He did not, however, sound embarrassed in the least.

“Danny Wagner snuck it in there after I told him I thought you were cool.”

The laugh you let out was shaky and disbelieving. You wrapped your arms around your chest and bit your lip in an almost childish reaction.

“Well, I think I said ‘cool and pretty’ actually,” he corrected simply.

You placed your fingers over your lips, trying to bite back a genuine grin, though you could feel your skin running hot - whether from embarrassment or infatuation? Well. Who’s to say. “Why would he do that?”

“Because he's a meddling asshole,” he replied through a full volume laugh - shocking your ears that had gotten used to the hushed tones you’d both been using. “It wasn’t like, a whole thing, it was just something I mentioned at one point when you and I were paired for a project, but he thought I should- Like, go for it or something, I don’t know.”

“In glitter pen, huh?” you teased and then flexed your hands into fists a few times before you worked up the courage for your next admission. “I had always just figured it was for someone else and it just got put there by mistake.”

You were anxious, biting your lip as he replied with a cheeky, “Nope.”

After some contemplation, you asked, “Why are you telling me this now?”

“Just so you’re not so nervous, I guess. My therapist told me vulnerable people are more trustworthy.” The way he dragged out the words would have made you giggle, but you refrained because you knew it would sound a little manic in your heightened emotional state.

“That’s really sweet of you. Shockingly sweet, even,” you half-teased, making sure your voice was at least semi-level. You could feel your heart rate skipping offbeat.

“I’m an incredibly thoughtful guy.” His tone was joking, but he could only mask it behind humor to a certain extent. “Truly, I contain multitudes.”

You huffed a laugh that you had intended to be genuine, but it came out sounding slightly disconnected. All you could think about was how charming his confession had been. You had been uncomfortably nervous at first, but now the bubbling in your stomach had you feeling borderline giddy.

“That changes things,” you stated under your breath, with a small nod that you knew he couldn’t see.

“Yeah?” he prompted, and then after a moment of awaiting your response to no avail, he finished with, “How?”

The tone had been painted with a hint of something you couldn’t name, but it sounded almost something like nerves of his own. Before, when Nora had been talking to him, he had displayed apprehension - certainly - but he had always seemed perfectly calm and collected, even when she backed him into a corner about either playing the game or leaving. You weren’t positive you wouldn’t have just left if you were him. Actually, you were pretty sure you would have.

This was the first time you heard anything even close to an emotion unchecked.

“Do you still have a crush on me?” You couldn’t stop the inflection of your words from inching towards a smugness you weren’t used to feeling.

He scoffed and you could just picture him rolling his brown eyes at your wording. “I would never call it a ‘crush’. That makes it sound so. Cheesy. Childish.”

You wrapped your fingers around his jaw, feeling it tighten under your touch. “No, of course not,” you teased. “Slipping a love note into someone’s locker isn’t at all a move straight out of a cheesy teen rom-com.”

His body language changed to something a little more submissive, letting you move his face a bit closer to yours - his tone, however, remained all the more smug and playful.

“Again - not sure I’d call it a ‘love note’,” he corrected, but his breathing hitched as you let go of his face and wrapped your arm around the back of his neck.

“Let me romanticize this, Sam,” you instructed, though you didn’t let it sound desperate in the slightest - more of a demand. “It’s making me want to kiss you.”

“Oh.” His reply came out just a hair flustered. “Carry on then.”

“How much longer do we have?” you asked - a question that was met with a hum and then the sound of him shuffling for his phone again.

“About a minute,” he replied, leaving the light on your faces for a moment longer than necessary - an intentional choice in your opinion.

Just as he was tucking his phone away again, letting the darkness consume the area, you reached out and gingerly brushed your fingers through his hair. It was just as soft as you had guessed it would be, cascading over his shoulders and down his chest.

“Do you think Nora’s been just opening the door or knocking first?”

He laughed at your question, a low and melodic sound like he was entertained by what you were implying. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “I hadn’t cared about it at all until you were presented to me.”

“Would you have cared if it hadn’t been me?” you asked, only half-teasing, but also hoping maybe he’d stroke your ego further.

He hummed amusedly. “I mean, I’m not usually one to waste an opportunity. But I guess we’ll never know.”

That was an answer you could live with.

“C’mere, Sam,” you requested, pulling him closer until your noses and foreheads were touching.

Despite how electric you felt with want, the first touch of your lips to his was apprehensive - almost more experimental. But when he coaxed your mouth open with his, you wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders and pressed your chests flush together. He walked you backward until your shoulders hit the wall by the doorframe with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs momentarily. He used the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours and you could instantly taste how hoppy his drink had been. Your fingers flexed in his hair as a response, gently dragging the tips of your nails over his scalp, and the pleased hum he gave you had goosebumps rising across your arms in waves.

It was your own blissful world - just you and him in a dark vacuum of space. Until a knock on the door made your eyes pop open and your stomach dropped enough to make all the muscles in your body tense.

The spell would have been broken altogether when he disconnected your lips - but it was only for long enough to wrap his hand around the door handle and hold it in place. A lovely effort to preserve the amorous moment just a little longer. Once he was sure he had a good enough grip on the door, he squished your body tighter against the wall, and the pressure drew a low whine from your throat.

You let a curse fall from your lips and directly onto his tongue, just as Nora seemed to lose patience with knocking, and half a second later, the knob started to jiggle in his hand.

You were genuinely surprised at how well he could divide his attention between kissing you, holding you against the wall, and combating someone trying to tug the door open. You heard him hum amusedly and could feel a smile form against your mouth as Nora knocked again - more forceful this time.

“Guys, other people want to use the closet too,” she informed in a sing-songy voice from the other side of the door, just a shade annoyed.

He pulled back just enough that it disconnected your mouths, giving you enough space to comfortably pull in shaky, uncertain breaths.

With your fingers wrapped tightly through the strands of his hair, you tugged him forward again until your lips were pressed directly to his taught jawbone. His skin was damp and salty to the taste as you brushed over it.

��You are going to fuck me, aren’t you, Sam?” You kept your volume low, but your voice was wantonly rough.

You could feel his chest flutter as he tried to maintain his breathing, but you could hear exactly how tight his lungs were. It was of absolutely no shock to you, what-so-ever, when the fingers of his right hand pressed hard enough into the skin on your hip to make the muscle below throb dully, and his other hand tightened audibly on the doorknob.

“Yes,” he replied with every ounce of confidence he had stored in his lanky frame. “Yes, I am.”

He swung the door open just enough for Nora to peer in curiously after a second or two.

“You got another place we can go?” he asked expectantly, a light sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the new light.

You knew she couldn’t see you, as you were positioned against the wall next to the doorframe, but it didn’t stop you from tucking your face into the humid crook of his neck, just to make sure.

You heard her chuckle over the beat of the music. “Well, one of the other couples took the spare room, but there’s a bathroom on the top floor,” she suggested smugly. “But before you exit this closet, I want to hear you thank me.”

The noise Sam let escape him was something akin to a growl, and you were positive you would have missed it if your face wasn’t pressed into his throat.

“No,” he replied flatly, making you giggle.

You nipped at his earlobe, forcing him to involuntarily rut his hips against you. He pressed you a little tighter against the wall to the point that it ached pleasantly.

“C’mon, Sam,” you prompted with a jesting impatience.

He huffed and then mumbled, “Thank you, Nora.”

She swung the door open all the way and as Sam nudged you past her, she gave you a wink that made your cheeks flush. You had been hoping that Sam would go first, not just to shield you from everyone’s prying eyes, but because your own eyes had completely dilated in the dark space. So when you stepped out into the room, the lighting - even as dim as it was - was too intense. Worried you’d run into someone or something, you rubbed at your eyes, trying in vain to will them to adjust.

The nerves you had that everyone was staring at you made your teeth grit with anxiety, but when you snuck a peek into the crowd, you found that nearly everyone was completely disinterested. Except, of course, for Jen and Lydia who were both visually noting the way Sam had his hand on your lower back, ushering you toward a set of carpeted stairs that led up, in a very telling haste.

Jen looked beyond pleased, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement for you. And Lydia looked impressed with her pale arms folded over her chest. You wanted to give them an assuring smile, but you couldn’t seem to squish down the smug feeling in your chest - you were positive the expression came out looking mischievous.

You were able to breathe a sigh of relief when you stepped up to the ground floor. There were still a few people milling about - some in the kitchen and some lounging about in the living room in a fashion that reminded you of greek art - but it felt like a hundred-pound weight lifted off your chest to be out of the basement.

You had never been to Nora’s house before, but it seemed like Sam may have been once before because he was able to navigate with only a couple of wrong turns.

You’d give him a B+ if you were forced to grade him.

When he found the aforementioned bathroom, he swung the door open hard enough for it to audibly hit against the doorstop - a move that would have made you embarrassed if it were you. He didn’t seem to give even the slightest fuck though, because he grabbed you by your arms and tugged you into the room. The next thing you knew, he had his hands around your waist, lifting you up onto the countertop with a surprising ease. He was smirking unabashedly at you when you let out a surprised whine, clearly not having expected to be lifted from the ground.

“Show off,” you muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but unable to collect enough air for it to come out as anything but obscene.

“Just trying to be a gentleman,” he lied through a teasing grin, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pushing them apart slightly with the tips of his fingers dug into the muscle. He slipped into that new space, and your legs wrapped around him of their own volition.

“Oh, sure. Now you’re a gentleman, but you make me leave the closet first?” You paired your complaint with a playful eye roll as you cupped his jaw in your right hand.

He blinked at you, his brows raised in an expectant look that would have made you laugh if he hadn’t grabbed the wrist of your other hand, moving it until your fingers brushed over his zipper.

“You’ll excuse me if I didn’t want everyone to see how fucking hard I am,” he replied matter-of-factly as he pressed your hand fully against his dick.

Every molecule of your brain melted in your skull until you had to mentally remind yourself to breathe when your body objected to the lack of oxygen. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to you - you were more sure of that than you’d ever been of anything up to that point in your life. The line played on, over and over, in your head - as you were positive it would every time you were alone from that moment on.

“F-fuck,” was the only thing you could force out of you, though you wanted to tell him how much you wanted it. You wanted to tell him a lot of things.

When you could finally make your body work, you teased your fingers up the length of it with just enough pressure to make his breath hitch in his lungs.

“I forgive you,” you agreed, nodding vigorously, and then you used the hand still cradling his jaw to draw his face closer to you again.

You made a mental note to thank Jen for forcing you to wear a skirt as he slid the hem of it up your bare thigh - though he did have to wriggle it a bit due to how constricting it was in the position you were in. You kind of liked the impatient look he gave it, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip like he wished you had just shown up to this party already naked for him.

You couldn’t hold back a giggle, finally just gently shoving him back with a hand on his chest so you could slip off the counter. You smirked at him as you turned around and bent over it, and over your shoulder, you could see his eyes rake down your form.

After a moment, he grabbed your hips and ran his hands over the swell, pressing his thumbs into the plush skin here and there.

“The zipper, Sam,” you reminded him, but counter-actively laid your body out over the faux-marble to lengthen your silhouette, just to tease him a little further.

“Ah, right,” he agreed and it came out wispy and flustered. He dragged his fingers up the back seam, the featherlight touch giving you goosebumps.

When he finally unzipped your skirt, he peeled it off of you - slowing for his own amusement on the thickest part of your ass - and then let it drop to the linoleum.

Briefly, you wondered if it had also been Jen’s plan to put you in a skirt that was so tight you had to either wear a thong or show panty lines. You had never been a big fan of thongs for yourself, so you only owned two in a whole dresser drawer full of underwear. You were lucky enough to have picked the soft black one.

It was shocking enough to elicit a moan when he suddenly pressed against you, and even through the thick denim of his jeans, you could still feel that exact outline of his cock. You pushed back against it, partly for your own pleasure, but mostly just to draw a low hum from his throat.

“You got a condom?” Your inquiry was kind of only for show, as you were positive that the answer wouldn’t matter to you at this point.

“Sure do,” he confirmed, and then you could both hear and feel him fumbling with his belt.

You didn’t want to miss the show though.

You pushed him back just enough to flip around in front of him, ducking to your knees instantly. He had the strap of his belt already partway through the buckle, but as you played your fingers across his, he let his hands drop to his sides.

You slid the belt the rest of the way through and then tugged it from the securing denim loops, letting it fall to the floor with a metallic clatter. As much as you wanted to tease him, you were too impatient to fuck with slow, drawn out motions - you popped the button and the zipper and then tugged his jeans down just as far as you needed them to be. You were going to lean in and press a kiss to his dick through the fabric but your movement stalled because-

Well. It was bigger than you’d thought it would be - significantly so. You could tell even through the extra layer of clothing.

“Oh, okay, wow,” you mumbled, letting your fingers play along the length of it.

You heard him breathe a laugh and when you met his eyes, he seemed amused by your reaction. You held his gaze as you tugged down his underwear, having to use a little extra force when his cock got caught on the band of them. It was definitely one of the more visually pleasing of them you’d ever seen when you finally worked up the nerves to lay your eyes on it.

He placed his hand on top of your head, holding you in place just as you were about to lean in and take it into your mouth. You gave him a questioning glance, confused by the fact that you’d never had a guy stop you from giving them head before.

“Next time.” The promise made your chest swell with butterflies. He pulled you up from the floor with a sturdy hand and placed his hands on your hips like they were meant to be there.

“That’s awfully presumptuous,” you replied, but you couldn’t prevent your voice from wavering in a very telling manner.

He shot you a flash of his teeth, grinning as he used his leverage on your hips to spin you around again.

“Let’s go back to this.” He had said it like a suggestion, but it became more of a demand as he pressed the heel of his palm into the middle of your back until you were laying back over the counter. Not that you were complaining in any way.

You could hear him rip open the condom and place it, and it took every bit of your being to not press back against him while he was doing it.

Your patience was rewarded as he slipped his fingers through the thin straps of your thong and let it slide down your legs. The only lingering sign of the party two floors below was the muted thumping of a poppy baseline, but other than that, it was so quiet that you could hear the material of your panties hit the linoleum.

If you had any shred of decency left in your body, you would have been beyond embarrassed at the nearly pornographic whine that escaped past your lips as he pressed the head to your entrance and slid it all the way in to the base, all in one smooth motion.

“You good?” he asked. Judging by what little you knew of his personality, you imagined that it was supposed to come out as a jesting question because he clearly knew the answer. However, it sounded strained like he had to force the words out.

You wished you could respond verbally, but you couldn’t if you had to, so you just nodded and pressed your ass even tighter against his hips, driving his cock just a little deeper.

The first drag of it slipping out and then back in made your eyes roll back, and that’s when you knew you were not going to have a very dignified next few minutes. The flame of pleasure that rolled through you was enough to knock everything else you knew right out of your head.

Every turn of phrase, all the lyrics to your favorite songs, all your useless knowledge about weevils that you saved for really special people - gone.

He was surprisingly and infuriatingly slow to pick up a rhythm, making each thrust very pointed and intentionally torturous. There was no question at all that you’d never had someone as big as him in you and somewhere in the empty caverns of your brain, you were concerned that you wouldn’t be able to go back.

The thought made you clench your muscles around him, breathing a long and drawn out curse as your nails scraped fruitlessly against the slippery surface of the bathroom counter.

It had hurt a little at first when his thumbs pressed into the skin on your hips, but you started to like it the more you focused on it. It was kind of a bone-deep pain that worked oddly in tandem with the static pleasure you were experiencing with every one of his movements, no matter how minuscule.

You rolled up onto your tippy toes, changing the angle that he was driving into you despite the protest of your calves. It proved to be worth it as your eyes fluttered, your muscles tensing.

When you laid your palms flat on the counter and pushed yourself up, you instantly realized that there was a mirror directly in front of your face. You froze as you met your own eyes and then, suddenly, his behind you. If his expression was anything at all to go by - his jaw tight and the muscles in his arms tensed - he was feeling very similarly to how you were.

“You like watching it?” you asked, several octaves higher than normal, and significantly more gruff.

“I’m trying not to,” he breathed, forcing a fucked out smile for you. “C’mere.”

He manhandled you until you were facing him and then helped you back up onto the countertop, and instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck. This way you were the perfect height for him to thrust into once he lined back up.

It felt a lot more intimate like this, your nose buried in his shoulder and your legs hitched up on his hips. You felt more comfortable letting pathetic sounds tumble out of your lips when you had the material of his flannel to catch them.

You pressed your lips against his neck, first gently and sweetly, and when he hummed from the feeling, you let your teeth catch the unmarred flesh. The tinge of pain seemed to spur him on further, causing him to wrap one of his around your chest to hold you in place.

He started fucking you with more force, employing a rolling motion with his hips. Whether intentional or not, it caused a delicious friction against your clit with every thrust forward and had your toes curling behind him.

“Fuck,” you rasped, pulling back far enough to connect your lips to his again. It was mostly tongue as you felt his fingers flexing absently into the fabric of your shirt, and you knew he had to be close to coming.

When he tipped over the edge it was while drawing in a hissing breath against your lips, his eyes squeezed shut tight.

You weren’t sure what he was going to do next, but as soon as he pulled the condom off and buried it into the trash can, he ducked to his knees in front of you. A shaky moan passed your lips as he tugged your hips forward and started to lap his tongue against you instantly.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that your fingers were tangled too tightly in his hair, but he didn’t seem to mind, and if it hurt, he never let you see it.

It only took a matter of a minute of his sucking your clit into his mouth before you were reaching a peak, especially when he kept looking up to meet your gaze through his long fan of eyelashes. You knew he was going to do it, but you still gave an almost comical gasp when he slipped two of his fingers into you, curling them up instantly.

There was an honest struggle to not cry out when you came, your head tipping back against the mirror with enough force to jostle the items inside of the medicine cabinet.

He let you have all the time you needed to come down from it, slowly still working his fingers into you to help you ride it out as long as possible.

You let him lift you off to the counter and keep hold of you until he was sure you had your footing, and the two of you got dressed in comfortable silence.

“Can I get that for you?” he asked, having been watching you struggle to pull up the zipper on your skirt. You gave him a thankful look, turning for him and meeting his eyes in the mirror again.

When you were both ready to vacate the room, you paused by the door, reaching out and pulling him into an honest hug, which he returned without hesitation.

He let you slip out into the hall first, shutting the door behind himself, and just as you were about to start down the first set of steps, he grabbed your hand.

Your fingers laced together instinctually and he spun you around to face him one more time.

“You wanna get breakfast tomorrow?” he asked, sounding almost a little nervous to ask but giving you a sweet smile to mask it.

You couldn’t bite back the grin that was spreading over your lips if you tried. “Well, yeah. I’m pretty sure I was promised a ‘next time’.”

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