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sam winchester absolutely sucks the strap. he does everything for the strap. he fingers himself for the strap. he douches for the strap. he LOVES the strap. he worships the strap like it’s actually a dick even though its not. bless his little heart
x fem reader ୨୧ ִ ࣪ ⋆ sam winchester taking the strap like a good boy
character featured. sam winchester.ᐟ + sub.ᐟsam
rating: mature.ᐟ
He’s the one with the plan. He holds himself like a man who has spent his entire life trying to be good—trying to suppress the “freakish” parts of himself. And that is precisely why, when you finally get him alone, face-down on a motel bed with his long, trembling thighs spread for you, he's totally gone.
requesting rules. masterlist.
He’s already half-gone before you even touch the harness. You’ve barely told him to get on his knees. Voice low, casual, like you’re ordering a coffee, and his spine melts. That broad, 6'1” frame, suddenly seems too big for his own skin. He fumbles. His elbows are shaking as he lowers his chest to the mattress, his forehead pressed into the cheap polyester comforter. He can't even say a word. He just pushes back.
When you line up the toy he goes absolutely still. Holding his breath. You slap one ass cheek lightly. “Breathe, Sam.”
He exhales like a broken whistle and then whines.
Sam Winchester whines.
Not a grunt. Not a manly groan. A high, thin, breathy whine that gets caught in his throat the first time the silicone head presses against his rim. He’s already loose from your fingers—you made him beg for each one, and he did, face hidden, voice cracking on “please, please, please”—but the stretch of the toy is something else entirely. His fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles white. His whole body goes rigid for half a second, a taut bow of muscle and desperation.
And then you push in.
And Sam loses his goddamn mind.
His mouth falls open. His breath punches out of him in a wet, ragged gasp.
“Oh- fuck.”
It’s not a curse. It’s a prayer. His hips stutter backward, trying to take more before you’ve even given him half, and that’s when you know you’ve won. You set a slow, cruel rhythm: drag out, push in, drag out, push in. Your hand presses flat between his shoulder blades, shoving his pretty face into the mattress.
And Sam, the golden boy, the righteous man, the one who always has to be in control? He grinds back like a bitch in heat.
“More-” he chokes out. It’s already slurred. His voice is shot. “c'mon, more, I can take it, I can- ah, I can take it, please, please—”
He’s begging. Openly, shamelessly begging. His long hair is plastered to his forehead. A string of drool connects his lips to the pillow. Every time you bottom out, his whole body shudders, and he lets out this broken little “yes” that sounds less like agreement and more like relief. He’s so deep in it that he’s lost the ability to form complete sentences. He just babbles.
His cock is red and leaking untouched between his legs, and every time you move even an inch, his whole body jerks like he’s been shocked. Whimpers and moans and punched-out “uh-uh-uh”s that match your rhythm.
When you slow down on purpose, just to hear him squirm, Sam Winchester starts to cry. Not sad tears. Frustrated, desperate, needy tears that leak from his clenched-shut eyes. He pushes his hips back harder, trying to fuck himself on you, but you hold him still by the nape of his neck. He makes a sound like a wounded animal—a high, keening nnngh—and his voice drops into a raw, wrecked whimper.
“Pleaseee. I’ll do anything, Ah-nything. Just don’ stop. Y'can do whatever y'want to me, c'mon. M'yours—”
In this moment, the great Sam Winchester, hunter of ghouls and ghosts and everything that goes bump in the night, is nothing but a trembling, drooling, weeping mess with his ass in the air, completely undone by the simple fact that you are the one fucking him. And the weight of that makes him stupid. Makes him pathetic. Makes him perfect.
Wait no, this is peak I love this ask (and it's bringing me back into my writing era)
also this is not proofread
in my mind, reader is pregnant (like the end of the 2nd trimester or beginning of 3rd) and started lactating, and when sam noticed milk leaking through your shirt, he would genuinely stare (like that scene where he's watching porn). when he found out you were pregnant he was so happy but so freaking scared. he would never admit it to your face, but the thought of you pregnant with his child turns him on. not because he's like a weirdo, but the considering he never thought he would be able to have kids (because of being a hunter), he almost gets emotional about it.
you notice he's staring at your tits and you realize you have wet spots where you're nipples are. you've read about this possibly happening but your still a little embarrassed about it. you get up saying that you need to change your shirt and he immediately follows behind.
while taking your shirt off you aren't really sure what to do to help with the leakage. thankfully sammy has a solution.
"hun, you've been so stressed lately, you know that?" he talks in this low voice while his big paws start rubbing your belly. you look at him in the mirror. you can see that look, when he wants something.
"yeah, I have been lately."
"let me take care of you" it's not like you guys haven't stopped having sex completely, so you nod gently.
he kissed you gently, bringing you as close to him as possible despite your large bump. he broke the kiss to carefully set you down against the headboard of your shared bed and started kissing your face, down your neck all the way to your chest. he looked at the milk slowly dribbling down your stomach and looked up with these big puppy eyes, silently asking for permission. you gently take his head and let him lick up the trail until latching onto your sensitive nipple.
he looks so damn happy. one hand gently pinches and plays with the other nipple between his fingers, while his other trails down between your loose pajama shorts to your cunt starting to make small circles on your clit. you gasp and whimper as you grip his hair. "y'taste so fucking good, mama.." that nickname he started giving you subconsciously, that makes you grin a little now makes you fall apart in his hands. especially when the context shifts slightly.
he can feel you pulsing at the tip of his thumb, making him move faster and sloppier. he switches to the other aching bud using the same motions as milk dribbles down his mouth and down his throat. you don't even notice he's started to hump your knee.
"m'so close, sammy"
"mhmm, cum for me, love"
moments later you're sliding against his hand as you ride your orgasm out, and he grinds into your knee whining into your breast.
he slowly pulls his hand away and unlatches from your nipple as he moves down to rest his head on your shoulder.
"you're amazing.." he muttered quietly.
you smile and look down to see a wet spot on his pajama pants "did you cum?" you ask teasingly
he looked up at you before hiding his face slightly in your neck.
"I love you, sam winchester" you muttered with a giggle
"love y'more, mama" he slowly dozed to sleep and eventually you did too
So this is my awakening that I would absolutely love if a man called me mama if I was pregnant 🥹🙏
I physically cannot. The way he genuinely seems so fascinated and amazed to see his mother, AND WHEN SHE COMES BACK AND HE FINALLY HAS THE CHANCE TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER, SHE DOESN'T EVEN TRY FUCUCUCKCCKCKCKYCCY.
I'm not sure if you write for sub Sam but I've been hyper fixated on a specific scenario for him
Pegging Sam, and he gets so worked up and fucked out that he's begging reader to cum inside of him, begging reader to put a baby in him despite reader wearing a strap and Sam obvs being a guy so he couldn't get pregnant anyways but reader thrives on it. After he cums he gets a bit pouty. He actually does want kids with reader, in the back of his mind, and he ends up feeling a bit vulnerable, and eventually he ends up fucking reader and putting his seed in her. Kinda like kinky to vulnerable (but also still very kinky)
Yes I have a HEAVY breeding kink, and I'm ovulating rn, but I feel you could write it really good, but take all the time you need babes :)
this ask is so good im honestly so scared to write it bless your heart. i hope i didn’t butcher the essence of this😖😖😖
pegging sam is the most vulnerable he gets. he’s never had an experience like this before with any one of his previous sexual partners or girlfriends, so he really trusts you so much to put anything inside him, let alone a dildo.
you always hold his hand throughout it, smiling somewhat at the sight of his erect cock dribbling into his belly button and hitting his stomach with every thrust inward. you have one of those double sided dildos inserted into the strap, so it’s nudged inside you at the same time it’s in him so it really feels like something.
he’s blubbering under you, face flushed pink and eyes teary. his nose is snotty. he sniffles through every nimble beg.
“f-faster, go faster,” he sobs, squeezing your hand and the bedsheets below so tight your hands are paling. you’re equally flushed, the plastic hitting deep inside you similarly. “faster? sam, i’m going as fast as i can—“
“faster!” he groans, grabbling at your wrist and squeezing. it almost pains you to do so, but your knees dig into the bed and your hips tumble forward. his eyelids flutter and he rolls his eyes back, hips bucking into you. “ffuck, fuck, i-i need it so bad,” he trills, twisting his head to the side. tears roll down his face. you use your free hand to wrap around his cock, squeezing the base until it’s reddened and beginning to jerk him. “need what? tell me, tell me what you need honey.” you coo, rubbing your thumb over the slit of his slippery penis.
he can barely keep focus, his muscles spasming with the combined pressure of the dildo hitting his prostate and your hands on him. “n-need a baby,” he admits. he can’t find the shame inside that usually comes with such a phrase. your hips falter, brows furrowing. “a baby?”
sam nods, wiping his face with his free arm. “b-baby. a baby. need it so bad, please, i want your baby.” the words send a spark up your spine and your walls clench around the rubber. you moan softly, brow twitching. “y-yeah? yeah, i’m gonna give you a baby, sammy. i promise.” you whisper, hips picking up pace once more.
his head throbs with his own horniness and every filthy thought he wishes could be true. a baby. with you. his—no, yours—your tummy full with his baby. or maybe his own stomach bulging with your child. either way, it’s getting him way harder than before.
a vein in his shaft throbs as his orgasm nears. he wails and covers his face with his arm. “n-need your fucking baby.” he blabs. “need it inside me. cum with me, please.”
even all fucked out like this he’s still so polite. please. thank you. everything you wouldn’t expect a man getting fucked in the ass to be saying and he’s still saying it.
“okay, okay. whatever you want. you’ll have all my babies, sweetheart. we’ll have as many as you want.” you groan, squeezing his hand in yours. he’s so pent up it doesn’t take much for him to start writhing around again, spurts of off-white cum gushing out of his urethra. it splatters all over his chest and even gets a few droplets onto his face. you release him and sigh, wiping your hand on the sheets below.
sam’s so fucked out he doesn’t even fully understand what’s happened until you’re out of him, stripping off the leather strap and quietly whining as the dildo is released from your insides. you leave it on the ground to clean up later and settle beside him.
your clean(er) hand brushes his hair out of his face, all sticky with sweat and tears. “a baby, sam? really?” you murmur, watching the way his eyes dart up to yours. he nods, reaching and covering your hand with his own. you don’t really know what to say to that.
“a baby.” he whispers back, lifting his head and pecking your lips. when you glance back down, he’s still hard as a rock. he knows it, too.
sam manages to lift his body upwards despite the dull throbbing in his rectum. he cups your face with both his hands, crushing your lips with the weight of his. his legs manage to trap you against his body, hips sliding against yours. you moan against his lips when there’s that delicious pressure of his heat against yours.
he pulls away breathlessly. “a baby.” he sighs, snaking a hand down and lining himself up. “we- we could have a baby..” you nod, head leaning back into the pillows as he slides himself inside of your warmth. he’s hitting every place that shit piece of plastic couldn’t, deep inside and brushing at your cervix to the point his precum could impregnate you.
he buries his head into your neck, whines filling your ear as he fucks into you like there’s absolutely nothing else he’s good for. it’s forceful, heavy, and absolutely enamoring, and he’s already close from his previous orgasm.
“g-gonna fucking cum,” he blabbers, sinking his teeth into the soft muscle of your neck. you nod a few times, arms hugging his back and digging into the flesh. you can feel his fingers fumbling against your clit, circling the little nub until you’re squeezing him numbingly.
sam sobs into you as he cums, hips crashing against yours a final time. he loosely rocks into you, some kind of ritual to force it deeper and deeper. that pulls your own climax out, the warmth spreading throughout your body and your legs spasming.
he falls over you, rolling onto his side. he holds you close to him, hand rubbing your stomach gently.
“do you actually want a baby?” he asks, looking down at you solemnly. you shrug your shoulders. “if things are looking as good as they are now.. then maybe.” that makes him smile. “how many?” he kisses your forehead, lulling a giggle into the air. “mm.. i don’t know. let’s get a dog first or something like a normal couple and see.”
description ~ sam comes home after a long two week hunt, and you wanna make him feel better after going so long without seeing your man !!
minors DNI ~ (lowercase intended !!)
pairing ~ fem!reader/sam!winchester
warnings!! ~ porn with very little plot, sub!sam, mentions of puppy!sam, pegging, breeding kink, mommy kink (mentioned like once), cock description, implied switch!reader and switch!sam, munch!sam, face riding, possibly darcyphilia..? ( I believe that's the word but it's not directly implied that reader gets off on it), hella pet names, Sam absolutely sobbing his way through sex, implied plus size reader, slight use if y/n. Lmk is I missed any !!
authors note ~ hi babies, this is my first time really writing smut, and this is something i've been like hyper fixating on for a week now, and I couldn't find anything on here that fit the description of what I was thinking, so I wrote it. if you have any criticism I would love to know (please be respectful)
enjoy, lovies !!!
sam walked in the bedroom after two weeks on a hunt at ten pm. he looked tired and sad but you immediately went into his arms. "i missed you s'much, honey" you said, but what caught his eye was the pretty white nightgown you wore that outlined your curves and all of the candles lit around the dim room.
being on the phone with him, you knew this hunt was particularly rough and you decided you wanted to let him relax in the best way possible. "i missed you more, baby..."he smiled before you kissed his slightly chapped lips, slipping your tongue between them letting him taste the mint on your teeth and saliva, compared to the metallic blood taste of his. breaking the kiss for a moment you spoke breathy and dark at his neck.
"can I take care of you baby..?" he knew that question meant it would be one of those rare times you topped him. those times that made him get a bit bashful after, but that he loved none the less.
he felt chills down his spine, his jaw going slack just at the sight of you. "yeah..." he said, sliding his dirt covered carhartt to the floor, where most of you guys clothes would end up by morning. "first I wanna get a taste of y'first" he lifted you up carrying you a few steps onto the bed laying you down carefully before meeting you lips again, this time a bit sloppier and messy.
"m'supposed to be taking care of you, sammy" you say breaking the kiss, rubbing over his spit covered lips with ur thumb
"please, been missing her for so long hun'...I want you to ride me... please, sweetheart".
your heart aches for how desperate he is and the wetness in your panties is getting hard to ignore when he's being so needy. "okay, honey"
with that, he hauls you over his face as if you weight nothing like a puppy with a bone immediately lifting your nightie up seeing your damp lacie panties. the ones that you bought to match the gown, little bows and all and it makes him groan just at the sight. he couldn't help but pull the ruined lace to the side and run his tongue through mess of your cunt and shove his face as far into your pussy as he could.
you let out a gasp, instinctively going to pull his soft brown locs making him moan into you. he wasted no time teasing, as he gripped your thick thighs licking from your seeping hole to your pulsing clit causing a string of moans out of you.
"fuck-taste so sweet f'me" his hips bucked into the air like he was the one getting head. he squirmed and shook his head as if electric sparks went through him.
"you're doing so good for me... are you my good boy? my sweet, precious boy?" you tugged at his hair and he replied with an enthusiastic nod and a "mhmph" coming from his slick soaked mouth, making you grin.
using his hair as leverage, you start dragging your body across his face in quick needy motions "s-so close sammy". that only made him double his efforts until you went over the edge with soft whimpers and moans. he feverishly ate until you twitched and had to pull your pussy drunk boy off of you and he had the audacity to whine and clutch at you.
"it's my turn to make you feel good, love" you moved down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his slick soaked face before helping his clothes off. "need these pesky things off.." and one after the other his clothes got piled onto his jacket. peeling his boxers off, and seeing his hard, aching cock practically spilling with precum made you smile.
"all of this for little ol' me?" you teased as you started making a trail down to where he needed you most, leaving hickeys and bite marks in your path. he actually whimpered when bit particularly hard along his happy trail. he had to fight the urge to grab you. he knew to keep his hands to himself.
then you got down to his aching cock. about eight inches, slightly curved up with an angry red tip, precum dribbling down his shaft and a nasty vein on the underside. you gently traced your fingers up and down, through his trimmed pubic hair, swirling around his shiny tip. he twitched and groaned, looking like he could cry.
"y/n, p-please" he let out, as his hips bucked up and his abs tightened from sexual frustration (he is RIGHT where he wants to be)
"please what, baby boy? be a good pup and use your words." the way his lips and dick twitched from your words had your eyes fluttering with pure arousal.
"please t-touch or give me something, anything, i'll take anything you give me"
you looked at him so sweetly before getting up and walking to you guys' shared closet. you came into full veiw with your nightgown off, once again showing off the matching panties and bra, but your strap on with a dark purple dildo and a bottle of lube. "get on your hands and knees for me, darling"
he flipped over faster than you could blink with a small "yes, ma'am"
you climbed on the bed, rubbing over his lower back before landing a harsh slap on the plush of his ass, a needy whine coming out of him. "such a pretty shade of pink, sammy..." it made him blush and hide his face in the sheets.
"i know, honey" you coo as your finger slowly enters his ass as he whimpers in pleasure (for the porns sake, his ass is very clean 🥹🙏) . rubbing his ass cheek with you other hand, you start to move your finger in and out at a punishing pace that has him clenching and needing more. with that you push in a second digit, starting to scissor the two. "js need t'prep this tight ass, love."
the softest whimpers come out of his kiss swollen lips and he pushes himself onto you, trying to get as deep as humanly possible. "my needy puppy... you're already so far on my fingers baby."
"please mom-mhaa! need more, please!" the name he couldn't get out made you stop for a moment.
"is mommy's baby ready for my cock?" "y-yes mommy" he let out, SHAMELESSLY.
you slowly removed your fingers, and started pouring lube on the dildo and swirling it around his pulsing rim. slowly you started pushing into his aching hole and it was like sam's whole earth shattered. the moan that came from his mouth sounded like it came from a porno. you genuinely felt like you could cum untouched right then and there.
it was only sam's third or fourth time getting pegged, so the intrusion still felt so new and a bit painful, but you knew how good it felt for him. you bottom out and let sam adjust to the six inches inside of him.
"look at me, sam" you mutter gently after a minute or so.
he looks back with this fucked out look on his face, a single tear down his eye from pleasure and that slight discomfort.
"do you feel okay? am I okay to start moving, sweetheart?"
he takes a few moments to clear up his mind to be able to speak a viable answer. "yeah... -he exhales a breath he didn't even know he was holding- please move"
you smile warmly and start to move. long, gentle thrusts at first (you're also still kinda new to this), then once you feel a good rhythm, you speed up just enough to make him get louder. his back arches slutily making the sweat slicked muscles on his back flex and twitch slightly and the way he pushed and ground back made you shutter and get goose bumps everywhere. his pornographic moans combined with your sweet praise and assurance fill the room, along with the aroma of sex and the candles sitting forgotten about as the only source of light.
"your doing so fucking good, sam" and "you're so perfect, my pretty boy" where some of the words that hung in sams heart, and straight to his cock that you've started jerking and rubbing his precum over. you leaned over to put hickeys on his back, wanting to look at them in the morning and eventually, he started to go off the deep end.
he started crying. like full blown whimpering about how good it feels, moaning your name, and crying in pleasure. this has only happened once before. it had been an extremely hard night, he was super drunk and mid thrust he had started crying into your shoulder. the second you slowed down in concern, he almost sobbed out in need. "i swear im o-okay *sniff* please k-keep going, please. i-it just feels too fucking *sniff* good."
knowing he was okay, you continued thrusting as he mindlessly babbled about how good your cock felt inside of him.
"f-fuck, please-please baby, fuuck" he whined out. not even he was sure of what he was begging for.
"g-god please cum inside of me, fill me with your babies-please, I'm sosososoo close" you had no fucking clue where that came from but it turned you on so fucking much, so you went with it.
a bit nervous (he was too fucked out to notice) you reply. "yeah sammy? want me to pump you full of me? put a fucking baby in you?"
"g-god please, make me a d-dad, p-please honey" he sobbed.
your movements stutter and your heart pounds outside your chest. you feel how close he is from this. "c-cum for me, sammy" you jerk him faster, and pound into him so good he swore he saw stars.
short moments later he's cumming while sobbing your name like a prayer, tears streaming down his pretty face. "f-fuck thankyous'much, I love you sososo much, fuck!" his whole body was on fire and his vision went white from pure pleasure.
you both collapsed on the bed and after a minute you gently pulled out of him, making him twitch slightly. all he could do was drape an arm around you, pulling you close. his heavy uneven breaths turned shallow and calm after a while.
his pleas of making him a father ran through your mind like an old lady crossing a busy street. achingly slow, but so many thoughts running through your mind. they had been talking about kids lately. she's seen his longing stares whenever she held her baby niece, or when she went on hunts with them and had to deal with scared children, the way he'd get guilt, despite saying he was okay.
by the time you tried getting his attention he was snoring softly beside you, hair buried in your hair. you were left with the candles that were slowly burning out and that one line lingering through the air with events of tonight.
but for now, you supposed this could be dealt with in the morning.
tysm for reading !! I'm here to say that there ABSOLUTELY will be a part two soon (prolly very soon bc I have so much time on my hands)
