#sam wincester x reader fluff

[lucy-literates]

Relax

A/N: This is my first SPN fic, I hope it's good.

Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Synopsis: Your tired boyfriend is trying to dig up all the lore he can on a new creature. He's been at it for hours and just won't take a break, it's a good thing you're pretty convincing.

Warnings: titty sucking, mommy kink (if you squint)

"Cmonnnnn Sammy, it's 1am, you can't sit there all night. You gotta come to bed at some point." You said as you walked over to him, coming behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. He leaned his head into yours and sighed. "I have to figure this out, Y/N. Something doesn't add up and it's driving me crazy." You have his shoulders a squeeze as you replied "Why don't you come try again in the morning, give yourself a break and come back with fresh eyes. I'll even help you!" Sam chuckled, everyone knew you hated researching, reading was never on your to do list.

"Thank you for the offer gorgeous, but I'll sleep easier if I can just figure this out" the yawn that followed that sentence was far from convincing. "Guess I have to take a different approach." You swung your leg around, perching yourself on his lap "I'm gonna try something you've been wanting to try" Sam looked up at you as he said "What do you mean beautiful?" Your smirked and sent him a wink "You'll see, baby"

*Flashback*

You’re chilling on the bed you share with Sam when he comes sauntering in, “I have a question” he states as he stops at the end of the bed. “Well, hello to you too handsome” you chuckle “what’s up?” He comes over and sits next to you as he says “you know how I get in those research funks, how I just can’t figure it out and no matter how hard you try, you can’t make me leave?” You give him a look when you say “of course I do, I hate it when you get all funked”

Sam chuckles when you say funked. Even after being with the boys for years, hearing Sam laugh still gives you butterflies. “I think I know a way to make me forget about my funk for a little bit” he says. You raise your eyebrow “if you say sex, I’m gonna slap you!” Now Sam full blown laughs, “that’s not what I was going to say” then he starts stuttering “well-I-ya know-it-umm-when…”

After amusing yourself a little more, you cut him off. “Spit it out, Winchester!” Sam signed, a defeated look crossed his face when he abruptly says “I wanna suck your tits!” As soon as he realised the word that came out of his mouth, he turned beet red. He all but ran out of the room while you sat there shocked.

You quickly jumped up, running after him. “Sam, Sam wait! Please Sam, let’s just talk!” You caught him running I got the control room, catching the door before he could lock it. “I’m sorry Y/N! I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I know it’s weird and I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.” Sam rambled. You giggled a little, finding his word vomiting amusing. “What?” He leaned his head to the side. “Well, Sammy, what if I told you that I would be down to try that,” you started. “One condition though” you said as he nodded. I get to start it randomly, when I feel like that would be a really good time” you watched his face to gauge his reaction. “Ok” he replied with a smile.

*End Flashback*

“I remember” Sam said with a small smile. “Well” you said as you lifted up the hoodie, revealing to him that you had no bra “have at it.” Sam broke into a grin, placing his hands on your ass to bring you closer, kissing you as a silent thanks. He attached his lips to your right nipple and began sucking. He shoulder relaxed, arms shaking around your waist while yours played with his hair.

There was absolutely nothing sexual about what was happening at all, just a pure distraction. After a few minutes, Sam licked over your right nipple a few more times before switching to your left one, sucking on it as hard as the first. Dam signed contently as he eventually worked his way to the valley of your breasts, kissing and sucking the skin there.

You pulled his head back for a minute, sleep evident in his eyes. “Ready for bed Sammy?” He looked up with tired eyes, “yeah” he said he picked you up. Slowly, he made his way through the hall with you still wrapped around him. Upon finding the bed, he gently layer you both down as you drifted off to sleep, Sam’s head against your chest.

A/N: Hope you like it! Requests are open!

[jiminisjamin]

Things That Make Forts In The Night (Sam x Reader)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader          

Requested: Yes. (M: “Dude. It’s 3 in the morning.”) 

Summary: Y/n hears crashing noises in the night.

Warnings: Mild Language.

Rating: Fluff.

Word Count: 568 (it’s short, I know.)

A/n: I am extremely sorry, this…I don’t know what it is. I just- uhffhf. It’s probably low-key cringey? I probably could’ve done a lot better with it but this is where my brain took the prompt? Ppdpffpt.

Title: Things That Make Forts In The Night

       Y/n is awoken by the sound of several large crashes, and a loud, angry: “Whopsidaises!” She grumbles to herself as she slides out of bed and shuffles to her door. “Ah, ah shit!” Y/n swings her door open, mumbling some more as she walks slowly out into the library of the bunker, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

    “Who the hell is making all this no-” She drops her hand from her face and squints slightly, looking forward to see Sam in a moose-in-the-headlights position, his eyes open wide.

    “Oh, thank God, it’s just you.” He murmurs, going back to work on the pillow fort he was creating.

    “S-sam, what the hell are you doing?” She mutters, watching as he finishes off the whiskey bottle beside him.

    “I’m making a fort.” He declares, whipping around to face her- and almost knocking down his fort in the process. She nods slowly and moves forward, opening her mouth to speak. Sam holds his hand out. “Ah-ah-ah, a fort. Y/n/n, a fort.” She chuckles and shakes her head slightly.

    “I can see that,” she raises her eyebrows. “And why would you be making a fort?” Sam grins at her, moving forward quickly to grab her arm.

    “Come look, come on, it’s so peaceful, y/n/n, so damn peaceful.” He begins to pull her towards the opening, and she shakes her head.

    “Sam…why are you making a fort?” Sam rolls his eyes slightly.

    “I’ve been researching for the past hour and got bored.”

    “So, you had some whiskey and built a fort?” Y/n confirms, cocking one of her eyebrows at him. He nods, smiling brightly and tugging on her arm again.

    “Come on, y/n/n. It’s nice, has a lot of room, check it out? Please?” Y/n grins and rolls her eyes, allowing Sam to pull her into the fort.

    “You should be sleeping…not, researching or building forts.” Sam pouts slightly, looking over at her.

    “You don’t like it?” He slurs, leaning on her shoulder. “I thought you’d like it…it’s cozy, and warm…” She laughs, and pats his head.

   “It’s great, Sam. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. Take care of yourself a little more…please?” Sam frowns slightly, meeting y/n’s gaze.

    “You…care about me?” He whispers.

    “W-well, yeah. I do. A lot, actually and I would appreciate it if-” Sam leaps to his feet, successfully collapsing the fort and crawls out of the debris, running quickly and crashing into multiple items as the fort crumbles around y/n.

    “Dean! Dean!” Y/n can hear the muffled pounding of footsteps, and the click of a gun.

    “What? What the hell’s the matter, Sam?”

    “Y/n! She…she cares about me Dean. Y/n cares. About. Me. She cares- for me.” Dean instantly recognizes the slur to Sam’s voice and grunts.

    “Where is she right now?” Sam’s gaze slowly drags the the massive pile of pillows and sheets, and he winces. “Oopsidaises.” He mumbles, a light laugh falling past his lips as Dean moves forward and drags her out from underneath the fort.

    “Dude. It’s 3 in the morning,” he grumbles, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Keep your boyfriend under control, mkay?” As Dean saunters away, Y/n shouts at him:

    “Boyfriend?”

    Sam smiles, and turns to y/n, lifting her into a tight hug. “Only if you’ll be my girlfriend.”

   “What?” Y/n asks.

    “What?” Sam echoes and crashes onto the couch, taking y/n down with him. “Oopsiedaises,” he murmurs just before passing out.

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[lucy-literates]

Just my type

A/N: I have just smashed out a couple fics now, super proud of myself!

Synopsis: You’ve always been self conscious. One day your boyfriend, Sam, catches you staring at yourself in disguise and helps learn to love yourself.

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, body dysmorphia, past trauma/bullying, body worship (from Sam)

The way the size of your boobs make you look overweight, the untoned muscle in your arm, your slightly smaller ass, the slight rolls on your sides, the stretch marks adorning your thighs, the way the dimples settle in the back of your shoulders and the bottom of your spine. You hate the way you look and not matter what you try, dieting, work outs, whatever, just doesn’t work.

Every time you shower, you try your hardest to avoid the massive mirror that stares at you when you leave the closed confines of the shower. Most mornings you do pretty good, but something about this morning tempted you to look, big mistake. As soon as you looked, al you could see was the bad parts, the parts of yourself that you didn't want to see.

You walked out into the room you shared with your boyfriend, and opened the cupboard door, looking for something to wear. You ended up trapped in a staring contest with the mirror that hung behind the door. You stood there in your bra and underwear, poking the dimples and running your hands over your stomach. You were too engrossed with the mirror to notice Sam walking in.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You took a step forward, wriggling out of his reach. It wasn't until then that Sam noticed the tears pricking your eyes. "Bad day?" he asked, laying on the "please vent" puppy dog eyes, the ones you could never resist. You nodded, then unleashed all the weight you were carrying. "Some mornings I wake up and I just don't feel good enough. I can still hear my mother, saying that I wasn't skinny enough for that shirt or that I don't have the rights curves for those pants. She would send me weblinks to plus sized clothing sites and somedays I can just feel all of that insecurity coming back”

Sam’s eyes teared up at your rant, he always knew your mother hadn’t been good to you but he didn’t know it was this bad. Your eyes were cast down on the floor, scared of what Sam would say. His fingers ghosted under your chin, hinting to make eye contact with him “I wanna try something, could you turn around please?” You looked at him confused but turned anyway.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as Sam’s hands wrapped around you and pulled you into him. “Gonna start at the top” he said as he kissed your head. He continued, planting little kisses on your cheeks, your neck all while having you wrapped tightly. He moved down, moving to your shoulder blades, kissing the dimples. He moved down your right arm and back up, kissing his way along your back, repeating the same thing with your other arm. As he kissed his way down your back, you felt him move. He kept kissing you as he moved around to be in front of you.

He moved back up to plant a tender kiss on your tear stricken lips. He kissed across your chest then moved down. His kissed became open mouthed, lightly sucking on the skin as he kept doing. He kneeled on you floor in front of you, almost like he was worshipping you. He kissed your stretch marks, moving down your thighs, then calves, making sure to kiss every inch of skin he could reach.

He stood back up, looming over you. “How you feeling gorgeous?” He asked, small smile adorning his lips. “Better, thank you Sammy” you replied, jumping onto your toes to reach him for a kiss. “You never have to worry about what you look like, you’re perfect in every way. You’re just my type” he stared loving into your eyes. “Let’s go to bed beautiful, I’m afraid that if I keep standing here like this, I’ll get too turned on and ruin the moment.” You laughed at that, “alright lover boy, let’s go” Sam followed you to bed, not letting go of you once.

A/N: I know this once might’ve been a little self indulgent but I hope you liked it all the same! Requests are always open!