[burninmatches]

── MIA. — she/her. 21. italian. vampire enthusiast. books & music enjoyer. velvet petals. leo sun. swiftie. twin peaks. diet coke. sam winchester's girl.

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[gumdrops-stuff]

[belovedenzo]

pinterest tag game !

| search; song, color, vibe, outfit, art, quote to make your own pinterest mood board! just pick the first pics that pop up and post them in that order :b

… i just really love pinterest tag games so I decided to make my own ! I tagged like all my moots or tried to so if I forgot you plz just join in! anyone’s free to join :b

this is mine ! have fun with it :3 ily all <3

npt; @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @dracosprettygirl @dearmisshoney @dearnott @nottslove @harkovsangel @pizzaapeteer @prythiansprincess @lushleona @nottsangel @yuunarii-arii @i-await @juliet-017 @moscatosin @rriddlesgirl @redeemingvillains @winnie1emon @riddlesrizzler @riddlemelater @2dloveshp @riddlesbunny @hayleygrrr @voidofsunlight @viperify @theosang3ls @ur-local-wizard @nottscherry @blocked-zombieartist @obsessedwithceleste @illbegottenfaith

[hexxed-angel]

omg this is so fun, thank u for tagging me 🥹🖤 (tagged some of my fav moots/blogs - feel free to ignore, just know ily<3)

@ether--net @angel-0f-filth @god-0f-filth @ginwuh @purplestainedglass @rosieandthemoon @astroyosei @sunflowergnome @glampiro @jadedfadedalmostgone @kitschykittie @corsetwaist @velvet--c0ffin

[cocaineboardingschool]

I love these fr

if you want to:

@lovldr @creeping-u-out @poppinapathy @drp00p @mercurialsea @kittychomper889

[drp00p-deactivated20251219]

YAYY🗯🩷

Okay so idk how to make the images fit like everybody else's

Everything was accurate except the song...I haven't listened to mcr in years. .

PLAY WITH ME

@toastyfishh @yuri-soldier400 @caspzkt

[jakegyllenhaalsteeth]

THANK YOU COR THE TAG!!!! :3

I think this is pretty accurate,,,

@sto0p3n @piranhaprevails @4damhatesyou

[piranhaprevails]

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG WASP!!!!!! these r so fun.. i think this is pretty accurate

@andmeiamherdagger @gh0st-m0nst3r @maybeaboyy @caffeinated-bones @korokcrucifier @apalanchen @ratburga @te-de-frutillas

[violained]

VIC THANK U FOR THE TAG!!! :] <3

tags <3 @jackleslover @evvilgf @heapingfern @kayydenrhys @boyscults @fawnettewinchester @bleachedduck + anyone!!!!

i know i've already tagged some of u in another tag game today so no pressure :)

[bleachedduck]

helenaaa ty for the tag c:

this is a mess... but is so accurate.

this had been molding in my drafts idk why. i'm so sorry </3

˗ˏˋ tags ᡣ𐭩 ⋆˙ @tojibff @lottiematthewsyearner @smaltownbeautyqueen @bruisedfig @pittsick @fawnbed @purgatoryofhips @burninmatches + anyone who wants to play ! ˎˊ˗

[burninmatches]

thank you for the tag <3

this is pretty accurate

tags anyone !!

[burninmatches]

baking a pumpkin pie and thinking of dean winchester

[stickingupforsammy]

[vo1dsspid3r]

When Sam Winchester came up on my screen for the first time I felt like i was floating

[reihea]

SUPERNATURAL 1.02 WENDIGO

[samwinsexy]

the shirt surrendered… and honestly, me too.

[hewhoreplaces]

AUTOEROTIC, or Portraits with a 2003 Chevy Impala (2020)

[seasononesam]

NOVEMBER 2, 1983

[burninmatches]

KINKTOBER WEEK 3: SAM WINCHESTER

prompt dry humping.

kinktober. masterlist.

being a hunter wasn't always that thrilling; as a matter of fact it came with many slow nights when the three of you could do was eat dinner and study lore books until you eventually fell asleep on the old pages.

you and sam would do most of the research, while dean mainly focused on whatever was on the tv as he drank his beer, trusting you two to work out the logistics. besides, he mostly cared about the practical side anyway.

sam was the exact opposite: tactical, curious, or, as dean liked to put it, a major nerd. you swore he could spend hours buried in books, reading whatever he could lay his eyes on until one of you would basically drag him to bed, forcing him to interrupt his research to get some sleep.

that night was no exception.

dean was out grabbing dinner — and probably charming some waitress — leaving you and sam alone at the motel.

<<still busy with research?>> you asked after a while; you'd been absentmindedly flipping through tv channels, figuring you'd spent way too much time on lore for that day.

sam, however, seemed to have no intention of taking a break anytime soon. you usually took any chance you got to have some time alone together, relishing every scarce moment of intimacy, but lately he had been spending way more time than usual on his work and it was starting to get on your nerves.

<<i'm almost done, i swear.>> he murmured without lifting his eyes from the words on the page.

<<c'mon, sam, you've been working on that for the past three hours.>> you complained, crossing your arms. <<it won't kill you to take a break.>>

he sighed in response, finally meeting your gaze from across the tiny room, and, much to your dismay, you recognized that look very well. you weren't going to win this one.

<<just ten more minutes, i promise.>> he tried, but you weren't having any of it. no matter how stubborn sam winchester could get, you knew exactly which buttons to push to get what you wanted from him.

you got up from dean's bed, slowly making your way to sam's. he shot you an inquisitive glance, desperately trying to understand what your plan was.

<<i swear you like looking at these books more than you like looking at me.>> you murmured while sitting beside him.

sam smiled softly while shaking his head <<you know damn well that's not true, sweetheart.>>

and he was right, but it didn't really matter now. the only thing that mattered was that you were determined to get his attention and you were willing to do anything to achieve it, including being unfair.

<<well, then why don't you show me how wrong i am?>> you asked softly, slowly getting closer to him until those old leather volumes were the only thing between the two of you — quite ironic, considering the situation you were in.

<<i will.>> sam promised <<in ten minutes.>>

you sighed in annoyance as he smiled smugly; he'd lifted your hopes up only to leave you high and dry.

how could you risk waiting ten precious minutes when dean could burst through the door any minute now, bags filled with french fries and beers, unknowingly ruining your plans for the evening?

sam swiftly got back to his research, as if the idea of having you so close didn't tempt him at all.

but he knew you awfully well by now, and he knew you weren't going to give up so easily.

therefore, it didn't surprise him when you pushed the old books out of the way; what did surprise him, however, was what came next.

you got rid of the book in his lap and gladly took its place, straddling your incredulous boyfriend.

<<desperate times call for desperate measures.>> you whispered mere inches from his lips, a mischievous look in your eyes.

<<if you think i'm going to let you win this one, you're very wrong.>> he tried to play it cool, but you could already tell his confidence was beginning to falter.

<<alright then,>> you bit your lip in amusement <<i guess i'll take the matter in my own hands.>>

right when he was about to ask you what you meant by that, sam felt your hips slowly move above his, taking both his breath and words away.

you brushed against him one, two, three times, dragging a surprised sharp breath from your boyfriend.

<<what's wrong, sammy?>> you teased <<you want to go back to your books?>>

he wrapped his arm against your hips, holding you in place as you kept grinding against him.

you could feel sam growing harder beneath you, causing you to grin victoriously before he kissed you longingly.

he looked beautiful, with his cheeks flushed because of the mixture of excitement and light embarrassment; in a matter of mere minutes, you'd reduced him to a needy, whimpering mess and it was just the beginning.

he glanced worriedly at the door, but you immediately reached for his face, gently turning his attention back to you.

<<dean could come back any minute...>> he whispered while biting his lip.

<<then we'd better hurry up, hm?>>

despite the thick denim between you, the friction felt delicious, leading to soft moans cascading from your lips with every thrust of your hips.

sam nuzzled his face in your neck, leaving a few wet kisses behind as your perfume engulfed him.

as soon as you rolled your hips, he twitched underneath you, grunting loudly in your ear as his hands roamed beneath your shirt, grazing against your lacy bra and gripping firmly on your soft skin.

you held to his shoulder in response, fastening your movements and picking up a swift rhythm that caused a burning heat to rise in your abdomen. despite still wearing all of your clothes, you were still painfully aware of the huge mess that was going on underneath all of those layers.

sam's hand slid down the small of your back as he pushed your body impossibly close to his, trying to get as much of you as he could.

it felt excruciatingly good, like a sweet torture neither of you could get enough of, leading your bodies to chase an unpredictable high.

you could feel your heartbeat fasten with every heated movement, getting dangerously close to what you've been craving ever since you'd set foot in that room.

suddenly the pleasure became too much, causing you to gasp loudly in surprise as you threw your head backwards and whispered his name as the entire world around you blended in a hazy blur.

you felt sam's warm hands cupping your face before kissing you deeply one last time, tasting you until both of your lungs begged for mercy.

<<you know,>> he breathed heavily <<maybe i did need a study break.>>

<<you don't say.>> you smiled softly in amusement and looked down at his jeans, which were now sporting a dark wet patch.

you were about to tease him with another snarky comment when you heard the familiar sound of an engine outside the motel.

<<fuck, dean- >> muttered sam as you promptly got off of him and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to put on your best poker face.

as soon as you heard keys in the door, sam seemed to remember his little problem and quickly reached over for a book, which ended up falling into his lap, covering up the traces of your previous activities.

<<i'm back.>> dean walked in with a huge paper bag in one hand, filling the motel room with a delicious smell of bacon and french fries.

he shot you and sam a perplexed glance, causing the two of you to tense up, afraid dean could tell what had just happened just by looking at you.

<<jeez, you're still doing your homework? what a bunch of nerds.>>

notes happy (belated) halloween !! hopefully you had more fun than i did. i'm as late as always, but anyway # bringbackdryhumping

[bleachedduck]

at the club thinking about every fictional character i can't have.

[samwinchesterhands]

Minute-long compilation to make up for inconsistent posting

[burninmatches]

KINKTOBER WEEK 2: DEAN WINCHESTER

prompt car sex.

kinktober. masterlist.

the impala sat on a dark, tree-lined road, only the distant glow of a streetlight softly illuminating the car.

hunting with the winchester boys meant privacy was a rare luxury for you and dean. sam would do his best to give you two some space, leaving you two alone in the motel room while he studied lore in the car or spent the night at some dive bar.

every now and then, however, mostly on long, rainy fall nights, you and dean would get more creative, generously leaving the room to sam and driving around town.

dean would drive for a while, absentmindedly humming along to old songs while your voice filled the car.

eventually, he would stop the impala and turn around with his usual smug smirk.

<<again?>> you'd feign annoyance, immediately aware of his intentions. you swore he only took you out on late-night drives so he could end up making out with you in the backseat — and he'd never deny it.

<<c'mon, sweetheart, you'd rather kick sammy out again?>> he'd murmur, faking pity as if it had ever stopped him before.

at first, you were hesitant, scared that someone might see the two of you like that, but it didn't take much for dean to convince you.

it usually started with a steamy makeout session that had both of you desperate in a matter of mere minutes and, just like clockwork, dean would start suggesting you move to the backseat.

<<'s just to have more room.>> he'd murmur, his voice already hoarse with want and a twinkle in his eyes that easily gave away his true intentions.

there was something about having you in the impala that drove dean insane. it was juvenile, foolish maybe, but the idea of making you his in the place he cared about the most, the only place he could call home, had him weak in the knees.

no other place could compare to the intimacy of the soft light barely grazing your exposed skin, leading him to rely on his other senses as he held your pliant, warm body impossibly close to his.

if he got his way, you'd spend every other night like that.

and tonight was no exception.

dean impatiently took off his flannel, his gaze burning holes through you as you toyed with the buttons of your blouse before finally getting rid of it.

the cold leather seats harshly brushed against your sensitive body, sending shivers down your spine.

dean's t-shirt fell abandoned somewhere in the front seats as he pounced between your naked legs, a warm hand avidly gripping your thigh.

you sighed in impatience, causing a cunning smirk to spread across his soft lips.

<<what's wrong, sweetheart?>> he teased <<thought you wanted to get back to the motel?>>

<<dean...>> you pleaded softly.

he took a good look at you — weren't you a sight for sore eyes? lying half naked beneath him in the dim light, soft skin against the leather seat with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. he was dying to eat you up.

his lips softly brushing against you ear he languidly kissed your neck, slowly setting you on fire as a lacy bra strap fell over your shoulder, involuntarily teasing dean even more.

a few purplish bruises bloomed on your neck before he undid your bra with expertise, tossing it aside; eventually, one of you would find it under your seat — and hopefully it wouldn't be sam.

dean took his sweet time with you, teasing you with his mouth and fingers until you were a whimpering mess.

you kept whispering his name, craving all of him, and who was he to deny his girl when she begged so prettily?

he kissed your pout away, allowing you to get a hint of your faint taste still lingering on his tongue, before finally taking you in the way you both desperately needed.

it started slowly, with your bodies softly rocking to some old song playing on the radio, but it didn't take long before you both found yourselves overwhelmed with desire

in a matter of seconds, your soft touches turned into scratches down dean's back, and his steady rhythm shifted into merciless thrusts that had you rolling your eyes in pleasure.

as for dean, he took in the heavenly sight before him, jaw clenched in focus.

the world around you seemed to disappear as you chased pleasure, as if everything went quiet except for your moans echoing through the car as the impala shook underneath you with every push of dean's hips against yours.

you looked up at him with a desperate look in your eyes, quietly begging for more and somehow he seemed to understand, fastening his pace while balancing on the car door.

every now and then, he'd get closer, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face and kissing your lips hungrily.

you shifted beneath him, your soft skin sticking to the leather seat as you lifted a leg, hoisting it over his shoulder.

<<that's my girl.>> he grunted, his thrusts now deeper than imaginable.

dean's words did something to you, leading you to grip his bicep tightly as you chanted his name again and again, until he finally managed to send you over the edge, following shortly after.

the aftermath was messy as always, with the car windows fogged and the leather seats sticky with sweat and your mingled scents.

dean's worn-out body collapsed onto yours, caging you beneath his weight as you tried to catch your breath.

<<i should take you on rides more often, sweetheart.>> he whispered breathlessly, and you knew he would.

notes i know i'm incredibly late, but i've been busy with uni and making some questionable decisions. anyway, here's some dean smut to make up for it.

[boykingscourt]

Sam Winchester in 1x01: "Pilot"

PILOTVERSARY (5/6)

[burninmatches]

KINKTOBER WEEK 1: SAM WINCHESTER.

prompt oral sex.

kinktober. masterlist.

sam winchester is a giver.

maybe it has something to do with his innate instinct to please, or maybe it's the way you feel when your legs are wrapped around his head, so longing and impatient, making him feel wanted, needed.

not only is he an attentive boyfriend, but he's a generous lover too. he could spend hours between your thighs, devouring you until you both run out of breath.

despite his enthusiasm, sam always takes his time, leaving a wet trail of kisses from your neck to your hips as you squirm in anticipation, cursing his dedication while he makes his way down where you need him.

he takes pride in knowing he has that effect on you, and that his mouth alone is enough to get you all worked up, helplessly chanting his name in a way that drives him crazy.

he slowly draws circles with his tongue, causing a few soft whines to slip through your lips, and before you know it, he's feasting on you. he can get quite greedy, easily pulling desperate sounds out of you.

and right when you're starting to feel that familiar twist low in your belly, sam suddenly pauses and looks up at you with a smirk on his face, transfixed by how wrecked you look as his forearm keeps your hips down and his thumb lazily toys with your clit.

he's a sight for sore eyes, with his lips swollen and shiny and his eyes filled with devotion, enjoying the sight of you lying beneath him, aching for his mouth.

<<sam, please...>> you beg, needing more of that sweet torture that has you panting and whispering his name for hours, unknowingly offering him the validation he'd been craving.

you look down, meeting his adoring gaze for an instant, and the look in your eyes alone is enough to make him feral. besides, you look so pretty when you beg — how could he ever say no to you?

in a matter of seconds sam is back between your thighs, your legs on his broad shoulders as he eagerly sucks on your clit, teasing you while you gasp loudly in surprise.

his warm hands grip your thighs firmly, leaving red marks only you two will ever know about, causing you to clutch his hair.

<<you taste so good.>> he breathes against you before burying his face even deeper.

sam grunts in desperation, his hips rubbing against the mattress below him as he finds himself more and more intoxicated by your moans and how heavenly you feel on his tongue.

the feeling is blissful, bringing you to close your eyes and arch your back in rapture, chasing your high as sam takes one final glance at you, all flushed and messy, just because of him.

after you finish, he keeps deliberately dragging his tongue against you, not stopping until you whine and playfully push him away, trembling and sensitive. only then does he finally push himself up, his breath still erratic, and reaches for your face to kiss you.

<<you're so sweet.>> he mumbles as you taste yourself on his tongue, a flutter of excitement running through you at the unusual sensation.

after a while, sam starts caressing your sore thighs, languidly lowering himself between your legs again.

<<really?>> you sigh, feigning annoyance.

he smirks as he stares up at you, and judging by the hungry look in his eyes, you can already tell you're in for a long night.

notes sorry for being late, i was busy studying for my latin exam (so sam winchester of me, right?)

[plushworldz]

trust i got yall fr 💯💯💯