We met and we talked and it was epic-elena Gilbert

Caroline |23|she|her|18+|my writing | bisexual|shitty writer

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What I write for : currently because they are my favs outer banks characters :

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[zmbienii]

when did you get hot? pt 2

adam glenn x reader

summary who knew dreams actually came true

w/c 1.02k

PART ONE

“stop talking and just fucking kiss me” you mumbled before leaning up and pressing your lips to his.

with his hands snaking up the sides of your body you shuddered. the sensations that you were once dreaming of, now becoming reality. his lips moved against yours in ways you would've never imagined.

he was soft and gentle, yet you saw how much passion and power was behind it. with a small opening his tongue moved against yours. your hands moved into his hair, bringing him ever closer. you breathed heavily into the kiss, as dopamine coursed through your veins. his hands slid underneath you. softly gripping and kneading the flesh of your ass. your kisses moved down his neck in an instant. in an eager movement, you pulled his hair back as you kissed his neck.

a loud groan fell from his lips. you felt him grow harder as he was now underneath you. sitting in his lap, your hands moved lower.

"you liked that, huh?" you teased as you sucked and nibbled on his soft skin. he nodded quickly in response, his eyes stuck on you. you chuckled softly, "use your words." with your command he shaped up. "yes. fuck yes."

your hand grazed his boner, gently squeezing it to test the waters. even with the hot and dark marks you were too busy making, you could feel his jaw go slack. your hands moved underneath his shirt, slowly moving up his abs, his pecs, and slipping it over his head. you finally got view of the whole thing. without that chest plate covering him, you were able to see every glistening part of his chest.

as he noticed you staring, he flexed his pecs. with a chuckle you commented, "nice titty dance" a loud smile filled his face at that, "thank you very much, worked hard on it."

the two of you laughed for a second, savoring the moment. "you're a dork" you chuckled, "yet you still want to fuck me" he replied with a shrug. "oh i very much do." you smiled, before connecting your lips with his.

heading south with your kisses, you peppered every inch you could reach. soon enough he was leaning back in awe as he watched you toy with his belt. his tent felt like it was pounding against his pants, only that thin layer of fabric separating him from absolute bliss. palming him as you undid his belt you heard the smallest whimper fall from his lips. as quiet as it was you could hear the need and desire behind it. as you freed his cock from his pants, you could see the pool of pre-cum on his boxers. with a soft touch to his tip through the fabric, his hips rutted against your hand. "p-please" he whimpered as he pushed his head back.

with a smile you pulled his boxers down, revealed the prettiest cock you had ever seen; bulging red, girthy, and oh so hard. as you wrapped your hand around him you saw him ease. the stimulation eliciting a breathy moan from his throat. the moans grew louder as you pumped your hands, you watched as his chest moved with his short breaths. he was so sensitive already, and god were you in heaven.

you licked a stripe up his shaft, before spitting onto his tip. as you slowly took him into your mouth you could feel yourself getting wetter. with the sounds he was making and the cock in your mouth, you slipped your hand into your pants.

it was almost as if adam was psychic because barely a second went by as where you were touching yourself, when he flipped you over and took your pants alongside your panties off. with your pants now on the floor, your cunt was bare to him. without a second to spare, he dove in like a man starved. eating you out like there was no tomorrow. it was such a pretty sight to see him down there. his blonde hair sticking to his forehead, his hazel eyes glancing up at you, and the way he was just absolutely ruining you.

throwing your head back into your pillows, you hand gripped his hair. pulling him ever closer to your cunt, a loud groan vibrated against you as you did so.

as the dam of ecstasy was about to burst, you felt his fingers enter you. alongside the noises of your pussy squelching, you could hear him humping against the sheets. his pure need and desire pushed you over the bridge. after the hardest and best orgasm of your life, you didn't even get a moment to recuperate.

licking his lips of your juices, adam guided you closer to his throbbing cock. without an ounce of hesitation he pushed into the best and first pussy he had ever felt. his hands found your breasts as he rutted into you. the urge for released surged through him. he relentlessly pounded into you. with each moan and mumble of his name, his pace increased. his climax was on the brink of exploding. the nasty sound of your pussy, the skin slapping, your beautiful moans, and his greedy whimpering, he sucked your nipple into his mouth as he tried to quiet himself.

"please, please, please, please, please" he mumbled as he felt himself getting closer. with a few more thrusts he let himself go. pulling out of the warmth of your cunt, your stomach got painted with the glistening cum of a prince. as the two of you caught your breath, you chuckled as you looked over at him. you were just about to follow him to clean up but before you could even stand, he pushed you back down.

planting a kiss on your lips, adam left to go grab a washcloth. he came back with a huge smile on his face. he gently cleaned the ejaculate off of your stomach before pulling you into a hug and lying down.

"you're so perfect" he spoke as he held your face in his hands. you giggled softly before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "all you, handsome."

"does this mean i can take you on a date now?" he questioned with a grin.

"yes, yes you very much can."

© zmbienii 2026

ugh this man so sexc

[pusheen]

[wendichester]

sam obsessed w his girlfriend, he can’t stop kissing or touching her. something smut please !!

⋆˚꩜｡ can't get enough,

summary. sam's obsessed with you!

pairing. sam winchester x gf!reader ( f )

wordcount. 1036 genre. smut!!

warnings. explicit sexual content (heavy making out, grinding, detailed foreplay, touching, no full penetrative sex), obsessive/possessive affection (consensual, loving intensity), language, moaning/groaning/whimpering

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The motel door clicks shut behind you and Sam doesn’t even wait for the deadbolt.

He’s on you in the same breath—big hands framing your face, mouth crashing into yours like he’s been starving for it since the second you left the car. You stumble backward two steps; your back hits the chipped wood of the door with a dull thud. He doesn’t apologize. Just deepens the kiss, tongue sliding against yours, hungry, messy, like he’s trying to taste every second he was apart from you.

“Sam—” you manage, half-laughing, half-gasping when he finally lets you breathe.

He doesn’t answer with words.

Instead he groans low in his throat—long, ragged—and presses his whole body flush to yours. You feel every hard inch of him: chest, hips, the thick line of his cock already straining against his jeans. His hands slide from your cheeks down your neck, thumbs brushing your pulse points, then lower, mapping your collarbones, your ribs, finally settling on your waist with a grip that’s almost too tight. Possessive. Reverent.

“Missed you,” he mutters against your mouth. “All goddamn day. Couldn’t think straight.”

You’ve been apart maybe four hours—library run while he and Dean chased a lead—but the way he says it, you’d think it was weeks.

His lips find your jaw, your throat, open-mouthed kisses that leave wet trails. You tip your head back against the door; a soft sound slips out when his teeth graze the spot just under your ear. He hisses through his teeth at the noise—like it physically hurts him how much he wants you.

“Fuck, that sound—” He drags his mouth back to yours, kissing you slower this time, deeper, savoring. One hand slips under your shirt; calloused palm skates up your spine, then around to cup your breast through your bra. He thumbs your nipple until it pebbles, until you arch into him with a whimper.

“Sam—”

“Shh, baby. Just—let me.” His voice is wrecked already, gravel-rough. He rolls his hips forward, grinding the hard length of him against your stomach. Slow. Deliberate. You feel the heat of him even through layers of denim and cotton.

You grab fistfuls of his flannel, yanking him closer. He groans again—loud, broken—and pushes you harder against the door, thigh sliding between yours. The pressure is perfect; you rock down instinctively, chasing friction.

“Yeah,” he breathes, forehead dropping to yours. “Like that. Ride my thigh, babygirl. Show me how bad you want it.”

Heat floods your cheeks, but you do it anyway—rolling your hips in slow, needy circles. The seam of your jeans presses right against your clit with every grind. Sam watches your face like he’s memorizing it, eyes dark, pupils blown. His breathing is uneven; little hitches every time you drag over him.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, almost to himself. Then louder, desperate: “Can’t stop touching you. Never gonna stop.”

His mouth is back on your neck—sucking, licking, leaving marks he knows you’ll feel tomorrow. His hands are everywhere: one still kneading your breast, the other sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against his thigh. He rocks up to meet every roll of your hips, matching your rhythm until you’re both panting into each other’s mouths.

You tug at his hair—hard—and he whines. Actually whines. The sound shoots straight between your legs.

“Fuck, do that again,” he pleads against your lips. “Pull my hair. Please.”

You do. Harder this time. His hips jerk forward; a low, guttural moan rips out of him. “Shit—yes—fuck—”

He’s trembling now—big, broad-shouldered Sam Winchester shaking because of you. Because he can’t get close enough. His kisses turn frantic: teeth clashing, tongues messy, spit-slick. He’s grinding against you like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

You slide one hand down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, lower—palming him through his jeans. He’s so hard it must hurt; the denim is stretched tight. He jerks into your hand with a choked sound.

“Baby—don’t—gonna come in my pants if you—”

“Good,” you whisper, squeezing. “Want you desperate.”

He laughs—short, breathless, a little wild. “I already am.” Then he’s kissing you again, swallowing your moan when you grind down harder. His thigh flexes under you; the pressure builds fast, coiling tight in your belly.

“Sam—close—”

“I know. I can feel it. You’re soaking through your jeans, sweetheart. Fuck, I can smell how wet you are.” His voice cracks on the last word. He drags his lips along your jaw, up to your ear. “Come for me. Right here. Against the door. Let me feel you shake.”

You’re right there—teetering. One more grind, one more roll of his hips, and you tip over the edge with a sharp cry. Your nails dig into his shoulders; your whole body locks up, pulsing against his thigh in hard, helpless waves. Sam keeps rocking you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your temple.

“That’s it—good girl—fuck, you’re gorgeous—coming so pretty for me—”

When the aftershocks fade you’re boneless, held up mostly by his body and the door. He doesn’t stop touching you—gentler now, hands stroking your sides, your back, like he’s soothing you and himself at the same time.

But he’s still hard. Achingly so. You can feel him throbbing against your hip.

You reach down again, fumbling with his zipper.

He catches your wrist—gentle, but firm.

“Not yet,” he rasps. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed. “Wanna take my time with you tonight. Wanna kiss every inch. Wanna make you come again—on my fingers, on my tongue—before I even think about fucking you.”

You swallow. Your voice comes out small. “Sam…”

He kisses you soft this time—slow, lingering, like he’s memorizing the shape of your mouth.

“I can’t stop,” he admits, barely above a whisper. “Every time I look at you I just—fuck, I need you closer. Always closer.”

His thumb brushes your swollen bottom lip.

You turn your head, kiss the center of his palm.

“Then don’t stop,” you tell him.

He exhales shakily—half laugh, half groan.

And then he’s scooping you up like you weigh nothing, carrying you toward the bed, mouth never leaving yours.

The night is long.

He’s going to prove his point.

Over.

And over.

And over.

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