thinking about stanford sam… sigh…

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thinking about stanford sam… sigh…
⊹.⋆༘ ˖˚ your phone gallery while dating sam winchester
Dating Sam Winchester headcannons (x fem!reader)
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Summary𓏲ּ𝄢 Daydreaming about Sam Winchester.
Pairing𓏲ּ𝄢 Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader (No use of Y/N)
Wordcount𓏲ּ𝄢 1251 Genre𓏲ּ𝄢 Smut.
Warnings𓏲ּ𝄢 Suggestive Language, Oral, Explicit Sexual Content.
Notes𓏲ּ𝄢 I am in no way shape or form good at writing, I only write for fun and because I am passionate about it. This piece along with many others are done fast,sloppy, and aren't proofread.
Sam's sitting there typing on his laptop with that signature, determined to 'solve a mystery' frown on his pretty face, he's occasionally sighing in frustration or muttering things to himself like it'll help him figure out the monster pattern, or what the monster might be. All while your bright eyes are just eating him up. Every muscle, every tense flex, every stretch. Curious eyes roaming over his big arms that're certainly making his t-shit want to cry or split at the threads. Swallowing at how his denim jeans are pulled taut against his groin and thighs, or even the way his tongue would dart out to lick his lips. He's supposed to just be Sam, your hunting partner, your friend, Dean's little brother. But he's anything but that to you right now. "Maybe it's some kind of shifter we haven't seen before.." He's muttered that same thing to you absentmindedly for the hundredth time; he was tense and annoyed. Not just at the case, but also at the fact that Dean was likely running behind because he was flirting with the victim's sister, whom of which he proclaimed was hot earlier that day. He sighed deep and heavy while pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought. Thinking. It was all Samuel did. Get caught up in his head and stress out while trying to sort his internalized messes. "It could explain why it keeps getting away unseen. Maybe we haven't encountered something like it before." Sam was looking at you now. Hazel eyes up and off of his laptop only to see you spaced out and starry eyed, but not at some random object or the peeling wall of the questionable motel room. But at him. You were lost in thought, nodding slowly even if you didn't hear a damn thing he just said, and looking at him like he hung the moon and stars, with his big muscles and Winchester determination. His brows furrowed. He shifted his weight in the creaky motel chair that look comical beneath his towering frame, "Uh-.. you alright?" He asked, dropping his hand to his lap while the other rested on the laptop. It snaped you out of your thoughts and out of taking in the vison that was your friend. "Oh! Uh-.. yeah.." Your words were rushed and borderline awkward. Embarrassed even. Just in the tone of your voice alone, Sam, could very likely tell something was on your mind. But he didn't push. He was smart enough to know when a topic wasn't meant to be touched. Sam just frowned, he did consider confronting you, but he soon un-frowned, then nodded. Before he'd be asking once more if you were alright in case you changed your mind. "You sure?" He lifted a brow and smiled, just a little bit. Your awkward smile made his lover-boy heart flutter. "I'm sure." You nodded and looked away to try and focus on the blurring screen of your laptop as you zoned out in thought again.
With your confirmation his fingers were back to hovering over his laptop keys, itching to type away furiously again. He was ready to get back to work if you weren't open to discussing what was going on inside of your head.
Lewd, thoughtful, head. Literally. He was in that chair; legs parted a little bit wider to let you in-between them. His jeans were half-way down his muscular thighs. Heavy leaking cock free and begging to be touched by you. Your hand wrapped around the base. Eyes boring up into his from the frayed carpet beneath your knees. Lips parted, licking a stripe up his cock, swirling the pink muscle around the bulbous head, ready to relieve his tension, to ease his mind and body. His member twitched in your grasp. "Please.. don't goddamn tease me." Sam's chest was rising and falling deep and fast. A big hand coming to tangle in your hair at the back of your head to bring you forward. It wasn't rough, it was guiding. Sam was guiding your parted lips and rosy tongue to meet the head of his cock. "C'mon, you started this." He grunts and lets his head fall back slightly when the wet heat of your mouth finally envelops his strained member. Hips jolting up a bit involuntarily with his sigh of relief, but there was still an allowance for you to keep control. He didn't mind letting you ease the tension right out of him.
Sam brought his puppy brown gaze back to yours once he brought his back up from falling back. His stomach twisted when he saw the way you looked up at him all while taking his length as far as you could down your throat and into your mouth. "Shit." He hissed, "You're.. doing such a good job.." The words were shuddered out, but they were sincere. He egged you on to keep going without knowing that's what he was doing. Praise motivated you. Hollowing your cheeks to suck him in tightly, swiping your soft through the slit of his dick when you bobbed back up was what he got in return. "Fuck! Yes, just like that.. keep.. going." Sam Winchester, the Green Giant was shuddering for you. You continued bobbing your hand guided head up and down, to drag his satisfaction closer. "Just like that, Sweetheart. M'gonna cum for you.. like this." He sighed for you, breathy, open, shuddered. Head falling back once more all while his eyes fluttered shut. Calloused fingers gripped a touch tight as he neared his impending release. Tangling hard to keep you steady while he rocked his hips up to meet with your strained throat. Tears pricked at the corners of your needy eyes. The air didn't seem to be meeting your lungs anymore. Not when the entirety of him was stuffed down your throat. You hummed soft against him. Gagged when he hit the back of your throat with his steady rhythm. Drooled down your chin when he pushed too far. "Fuck! Fuck.. I'm close.." He grunted hard and struggled to keep restraint with himself, he wanted to fuck your throat while praising you and whining 'thank you'. Sam looked back at you with a pleasured expression. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed to get out a perfect groan, "God.. such a pretty mouth." It was the last thing he said before he was blowing thick strings of warm cum into your mouth and down your throat for you to swallow. Sam was panting softly when he let you off his dick. He had tenderly wiped away the string of your saliva that dribbled down your chin with his thumb and smeared it off on his jeans. "You did so good for me, Honey.. thank you pretty girl.." It was murmured through a breathless sigh, through a smile, and while he pet your hair tenderly like you were his.
Too bad it was all a fucking daydream, and the real Sam Winchester wouldn't give into you. Not even if you told him what you thought about him, not even if he saw how you'd soaked through your panties when you were supposed to be helping him with research, maybe not even if you poured your heart out to him.
And definitely not when Dean had marched back into the motel room to interrupt your lewd thoughts and Sam's dutiful research. Here comes the brotherly bickering. "Where the hell were you, Dean? We've been waiting for hours." You rolled your eyes and saddled up for what would make the rest of your day.
i was out today and seen someone walk by me with i think the exact jacket sam wears and i nearly fell to my knees
the biggest mistake supernatural showrunners/directors was explicitly showing heaven and hell. the atmosphere of seasons 1-5 did it best; because they managed to create the vibe of heaven without showing it, their stylistic choices + keeping it mysterious also made hell very imposing. the moment they tried showing heaven + hell on their CW budget it was over. especially the incredibly lukewarm take on what happens in heaven, angels and heaven turned from larger than life, powerful beings who could kill and resurrect humans as the please to CEOs who wear white and listen to the winchesters. when talking about hell the season 8 scene of sam saving bobby was the beginning of the absolute weak hell that was shown. it was the most budget, boring thing i’ve ever seen.
the earlier seasons spoiled us; showing we could still have big interesting concepts with CW budgets. later seasons reminded me that the show was CW and the showrunners (especially andrew dabb) gave the most lukewarm takes on heaven + hell.
SAM WINCHESTER | SUPERNATURAL 14.03 - THE SCAR
Soulless Sam Winchester i do miss you honestly
(8.08) ↳ This- it won't last. You are living in a dream world.
I was talking to Miri ( laoih) about this scene, and she pointed out that right after he hears that, he touches his left palm, the one with the scar that Dean sewed up, that always brought him back to reality. Sam hears that, and he knows, he knows that in a way, he lives in dream world, and that it won’t last, that he needs to get back to reality. To a painful world in which he has lost everyone he ever loved.
sam winchester - mid-late season 8 - supernatural 🐾
no monsters, no demons, no j*hn. it's just that bobby and dean came to visit sam at stanford, and bobby said they had to take a picture
⊱ ۫ ׅ ♱ sleeping next to sam winchester during summer nights…
sam winchester who´s become your personal human heater, makes winter nights feel different now—warmer, softer, no longer fighting the cold under thin motel sheets; instead, it´s now replaced by the warmth of his body against yours. of course, sam has never minded the closeness, if anything, he adores it: loves the way you fold into him, melt under his hands, weighing over him with an arm around his middle and legs intertwined.
it´s a sweet yet simple routine he´s grown used to, the quiet comfort he´d spent so long searching for, somehow manifested in cozy cuddles and body warmth. but during the summer? let´s just say that it becomes a bit unbearable.
HOW TO ACTUALLY SHIFT RRAAHWR
im just sure so many of you ask this on a daily basis and it just confuses you. I think we need to redefine the meaning of shifting. I want all of you to engrave this in your minds;
WHAT SHIFTING ISN'T:
not traveling from here to there
not hypnosis, lucid dreaming, maladaptive dreaming (all of you already know that but these are the most common misconceptions)
not astral projection, witchcraft or "soul leaving body" (unlike death i mean)
not going to a fairytale land only you know about (your dr people are living normal lives, theyre not figurines)
ends when you d1e/shift somewhere else (all other realities exist independent from you)
you dont appear out of thin air, your drself was born and lived there.
WHAT SHIFTING IS;
changing your focus, focusing on another reality, tricking your brain into thinking youre your drself
shift of consciousness, not literally moving somewhere else
is like dreaming, effortless and natural
something we constantly do, with every decision, we never stop moving, shifting happens every single second.
WHAT WE SHOULD NOT DO WHILE SHIFTING
we should not measure other realities by the metrics of this reality. think about it, unicorns are mythical here but maybe in another reality, normal horses are mythical.
we should not perceive shifting as a big, climax of a moment, its literally just opening your eyes in another reality (which already happens everytime we blink)
we should not be scared to do "too much" because nothing is too crazy, too good or too impossible to be true. Think of your dr people, they would never consider your dr too good to be true (duh lol) youre one of them.
Anyways now the part ;
You shift by literally convincing your mind of another physical reality. Disconnect from this reality, stop saying "I'm me and I'm trying to shift" when you're lying in bed. You're currently in a simulation, and that simulation is called cr. This isn't real, it's just a screenshot. Choose a physical anchor, place your hands on the bed or where you're sitting. Perceive what you're touching not as a bedspread, but as your dr's texture. Press your fingers there and focus on feeling the texture and coolness and all the other details. (i shifted using this from a lucid)
Close your eyes and forcefully create the following in your mind as if you were in dr:
3 Sounds: find/imagine 3 things from dr, thats actually the fun part imo cause you get to immersive daydream. literally try to hear them, bring it in your mind and brace yourself as if youre using your ears for real.
2 Smells: Same as before, choose two smells and try to smell it as if youre in dr.
1 Sense: at this point you might start hitting hypnagogia and sense phantom touches, thats great.
Now for the main point: Tell your mind, "I refuse to see this place. I will stay on this room (or any dr place youll wake up at) until my visuals load." Don't ask "am I going to go?" here. Just keep feeling the texture of dr. If your mind interrupts with "there's an exam/an important event/your future here," say, "Those are a part of this temporary reality, I'll be getting the call of my s/o soon / my parents calling my name / my pet waking me up," and focus on the jolting of it.
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