#spn blogging

[samwchsgf]

i need to sit on his lap and play with his hair as he whispers random lore into my ear

[random-ly-obssessed]

sam and dean trying to lay low all the time while still driving an, arguably, very identifiable car is so funny. like all the huge news feeds would be like "brothers charged murder and fraud charges, highly dangerous, on the run, do not engage. if you see them driving a '67 black chevy impala, call the local police to file a report" and sam and dean are like "no, we can't stop driving it. no one will call, there are impala's everywhere 🤡" like bros just drive a honda fit for a good minute and you're good

i'm pretty new to this fandom, so if they actually acknowledge it later in the show, good for them

[samwinsexy]

“JUST LIKE THAT”

warnings: 𓆩♡𓆪 soft, praise, oral (reader giving), first person, munch!reader, short, no plot, lots of sexual tension.

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“oh my god, baby… just like that… keep going,” sam groaned, his voice low and wrecked, hips lifting off the motel mattress as i slowly dragged my wet tongue along the underside of his cock.

i looked up at him through my lashes, lips stretched wide around his thickness as i took him deeper into my mouth. the dim lamp cast a soft glow over his flushed, sweaty face.

sam’s large hand rested at the back of my neck, not pushing, just holding me there, fingers trembling slightly in my hair. “fuck, baby… you’re so good to me… so fucking perfect,” he whispered, his head falling back for a moment before he forced his gaze down to me again. his green eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, his mouth open like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

i swirled my tongue around the head, sucking slowly, tasting the salty precum leaking onto my tongue. a broken moan slipped from his throat, his thighs tensing around my shoulders as he fought the urge to thrust deeper.

“don’t stop… please, honey, don’t stop,” he begged, voice rough and desperate. one hand gripped the sheets tightly while the other stayed in my hair, gently stroking. “you look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth… shit, i’m losing it.”

i moaned around him, and his hips jerked sharply. his abs clenched, his breathing ragged, those pretty lips parted as soft praises and curses spilled out just for me. his face was burned red, brows furrowed in pleasure, eyes half-lidded but locked on me, watching every movement of my lips like it was the only thing that mattered.

i took him even deeper, relaxing my throat, and sam let out a wrecked, broken moan that sent a rush of heat straight between my legs.

“good girl… my good fucking girl,” he panted, his voice cracking. “i’m gonna cum if you keep going like that, baby girl… but please, don’t stop.”

[cassierobinsons]

i disliked when the writers told me cas is attracted to women but am totally indifferent when ao3 user so-and-so tells me the same because the latter takes it for granted that he likes men too while the former thought of any potential attraction to women as a set of keys they could jangle in my face to make me forget how badly he wants dean winchester. you get me?

[juniawept]

supernatural deserved to be more lynchian

[spltlvlhous]

hate crime we didnt get sam and dean in drag

[holyimpala]

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.𖤐

series

𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 | beau arlen

one shots

?...

moadbord

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐡𝐢𝐬&𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫.

[samwchsgf]

sweet salvation ⋆♱

sam winchester x fem!reader

summary : after weeks of exhausting hunts and cramped motel rooms, you decide to help sam relieve some built up tension. warnings : (+18) nsfw / smut. explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), mild language, dirty talk, porn w plot, age gap implied, slight praise, soft dom sam, no use of y/n

it had been a long, tiresome week of nonstop hunting, floating around from motel to motel researching whatever case you’ve stumbled upon. sam had found another case, the next state over, a possible poltergeist haunting. so you packed up all your belongings and flocked over to the next state.

a couple of hours later, you and sam were engrossed in research, sitting in another mundane motel room, while dean had gone out about an hour ago to try and score some game at the local bar down the road. you were sitting opposite sam at the small table that occupied the room, his large frame barely fitting into the small chair, making him seem cartoonish as he typed away.​

you grew more and more restless as time passed. you flipped through the now, third book you were reading, flipping the pages with haste and furrowed eyebrows, eyes reading ahead every so often on accident, you squinted, trying to concentrate, but your brain was slowly beginning to loose interest. you let out a small huff as you closed the book abruptly and leaned back on the chair. 

sam glanced up from his laptop to look over at you for a second, taking in your frustrated gaze, then back at his laptop, typing away. you stare tirelessly into sam’s hair as an idea pops into your head. you push the chair back and it squeaks on the floor, as you drop down onto your knees under the table. ​

sam looked up, noticing you were gone, confused but shook his head, thinking you must’ve gone to the bathroom as he looked back down at his laptop once again. you smiled to yourself under the table as you crawled towards his lap, your eyes locked on his crotch.​

you ignored the sticky feeling of the motel floor beneath your palms as you kneeled in front of his lap, sliding your hands up his legs and onto his thighs. sam tensed beneath your touch, caught off guard as he swore under his breath, as he pulled back his chair a little to look at your small frame between his legs.

“jesus christ.” he said, startled as he stroked your hair. “what’re you doing down there?” he said, eyebrows raising questioningly. “bored.” you say as you look up at him, mischief swirling around in your eyes. he looked down at you, his brain ticking away before answering. “you’re bored, so you decided to crawl under the table, and in between my legs?” ​

“yes.” you said, smiling as you ran your hands up and down his inner thighs. he sucked in a breath at the feeling of your hands above his jeans. he didn’t miss the way your eyes fluttered towards the seam of his jeans, waiting patiently for him to give you the okay. he chuckled at your expression as he reached down to cup your chin with his bulky hands and tilted your head up towards him. “what do you want, sweetheart?” he said his voice filled with amusement. ​

you maintained eye contact with him as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, composing yourself before answering. “i want you to take a break.” you said avoiding the question. he shook his head with a slight smile, his grip tightening on your chin ever so slightly. “truthfully.” he said, catching on to your half-lie.​

your cheeks flushed as you answered truthfully this time with a little hesitation. “i want to suck you off.” sam felt a shiver run down his spine at your honesty as he caressed your chin with his thumb, spreading his thighs wider. “there we go.” he said, watching you eagerly kneeling between his broad frame. the way you just knelt there, so sweetly, like you're just waiting for him to give you whatever you want, makes him throb against his jeans. "i'm gonna be the one in charge here, sweetheart, you understand?" he says authoritatively.

you nod patiently, your hands tensing around his thighs involuntarily. “yes.” your answer slips out naturally. sam's entire body locks up at your agreement, his breath hitching as his thumb makes its way towards your mouth. “open.” he says his body taut with tension. you open your mouth for him obediently, looking up at him with wide doe-like eyes full of lust.

sam groans, his body almost shaking with how badly he wants you. he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, his other hand clenching into a fist at his side to try to calm himself down. "good," he whispers, giving you the praise he knows you so yearn for. sam's entire body is trembling now with want, his voice coming out deep as he slowly moves his thumb to the top of your tongue, his breath coming fast. 

"stick it out." he says his thumb pressing down lightly. you stick your tongue out, never once breaking eye contact with him, making the moment so much more intimate, and he can feel the slick of your tongue against his thumb. "wider." he commands, moving his thumb to your bottom lip again, pulling it down slightly. you open your mouth as wide as you can with your tongue out, looking like pure sin.

sam chokes on a groan as he stares down at the obscene sight of your mouth stretched open for him, tongue out, mouth slick and waiting. his hand twitches against his side as he reaches towards the seam of his jeans, giving in. "fuck," he breathes out. "that's it, sweetheart, just like that." he drags the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip again, captivated by your obedience. 

he slowly unbuttons his jeans and peels the zipper down, keeping his eyes on your face the whole time. he lets out a slow breath through clenched teeth before finally finishing unbuttoning his jeans. "eyes on me," he says hoarsely as the fabric falls further down, he pushes his boxers out of the way, his cock springing free. "keep 'em there."

for not one second do your eyes stray away, making the air thick with tension and the moment even more sinful. "christ," he groans, his thighs tensing in anticipation. "just look at you, sweetheart. so eager, like you just can't wait for a taste." you whimper against his thumb, feeling the heat between your legs throbbing with need. ​

his eyes darken at your whimper as he swallows another groan of his own. "now close your lips around my thumb." the second you close your warm, wet lips around his thumb, sam groans, loud and rough. his entire body coiled tight with the effort not to just shove himself straight into that pretty mouth of yours. "good girl," he praises. "now suck." at this point, your breath was uneven, as you pursed your lips around his thumb, sucking politely. ​

"fuck," he practically moans. "keep goin' just like that." his thumb presses down on your tongue harder as if to test how far you'll let him push. you tilt your head back at the pressure, so you can take his thumb deeper down your throat.​

the moment you tilt your head back, sam almost loses it. his pupils are practically black now as he watches you take his thumb even deeper, your mouth so slick and warm, your lips so perfect as saliva starts to drool down your chin. 

he closes his eyes, composing himself before uttering out. "god damn, sweetheart. just look at you, so eager. so desperate for anything i give you, huh? you want more, baby? think you're ready for more?" he says his voice sweet despite the moment.

you nod your head, moving it up and down against his thumb as you continue to suck. his entire body shudders as he watches the way your chin glistens with spit, your eyes all wide and needy. the nod is all it takes before his self-control snaps.  "keep it open." he commands, yanking his thumb from your mouth just to drag the wet pad of it over his swollen cock, his hips thrusting upwards into his hand as he groans shamelessly. 

you involuntarily squeeze your legs together at the sight of him, moaning loudly at the sight alone. he grips your jaw, his touch firm but gentle. "you gonna be good and keep that pretty mouth open for me, sweetheart? you gonna be good for me, just' like you promised?" he says, caressing your cheek with his other hand. your eyes flicker up from his leaking cock to his face as you nod without a second thought. "yes,” you mutter.

his cock twitches at the sound of your voice, pre-cum leaking out the slit. "open wider, baby. i wanna see just how sweet that pretty mouth of yours is." you instantly open your mouth wider for him, your tongue sticking out, saliva dripping down your chin from his thumb, practically begging for him to shove his cock down your throat.

sam groans as he watches your tongue stretch out for him, his entire body practically bucking with how badly he wants to shove himself in you. "christ," he chuckles, his voice rough. "that's it, sweetheart, just like that." he presses the swollen head of his cock against your bottom lip, smearing pre-cum there possessively. "keep your eyes right on me, sweetheart," he commands. "i wanna see your face. got it?" he says dragging the head of his cock over your bottom lip again, the pressure just enough to make his cock throb against your lips.

you slur out a yes, cock-drunk already on the salty taste of him on your lips, your expression begging for more. "fuck," he grunts. "you really are a good girl." his thumb brushes over your bottom lip again before finally pushing forward slightly, not enough to give you what you want just yet. he looks down at the sight of you staring up at him all eager, still waiting so patiently, he almost can't believe you're real. 

"so good," he murmurs. "so beautiful waiting for me like this. i could just keep you here on your knees all day, sweetheart. you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you moan at the thought closing your eyes for a slight second, soaking in the feeling at the slick of your panties starting to stick to your crotch.

the second your moan spills out, sam groans, his entire body shuddering as he finally gives in. "fuck it," he pants, his hand making its way to your hair, as he pushes the head of his cock slowly into your mouth. he pushes forward with a rough grunt, watching you take him so eagerly.

you let out a gasp at the action, making you choke slightly, as you start to suck him, rubbing your thighs together to ease the pulsating sensation between your thighs. "god, you're so perfect," he gasps out. "you were made for this, weren't you? made to be on your knees for me, so i can take whatever i want from you. isn't that right?" you nod, taking him deeper as you let out an audacious moan around his cock that is now slick with saliva and cum. ​

sam moans echo around the room, his hips jerking forward on instinct as your moan vibrates around him. the sensation is so pleasant it nearly blurs his vision. "christ," he croaks, fingers tightening in your hair to ground himself. "again. do that again." his thrusts turn rougher. "let me hear you take it, like a good girl." he demands, the chair starting to squeak, from the rough thrusts of his hips.​

you moan again with pleasure, tears brimming at your eyelids. the sight of those tears building in your eyes, your cheeks pink and wet from taking him so well, sam has to clench his teeth hard, his hands trembling.

a throaty moan breaks through his throat as he tips his head back, widening his thighs so he can thrust deeper into your mouth, getting lost in the utter pleasure you’re giving him. a small crease appears between his eyebrows in concentration, the same crease that appears when he’s focusing on research.

the moment you start to gag, his eyes flutter open and he tilts his head down towards you. his cock twitches the moment he scans your figure again. you open your eyes and look up at him, your lips swollen, as he thrusts into your mouth with more force, chasing that release he needs so badly.

sam groans, his hips stuttering as he watches you, your chin slick with spit and cum, your eyes watery but still locked onto his. the way you just take it, all obedient and desperate for him. "christ," he croaks out. "that's it. take every inch." his fingers tighten in your hair again almost painfully as his thrusts turn rougher, more needy. 

you gag around his length as you feel it hit the back of your throat. the way you gag around him, the way your tongue tries to follow his cock messily as he pulls back just to slam back into your throat with precision. "fuck.” he barley manages out, too far gone to care anymore. his hips jerk forward roughly, forcing another choked noise from your throat, earning a string of moans from his. 

he can't take it for much longer. the sight of you with your eyes all watery, your breath coming in short gasps, your tongue and teeth brushing against him, it's too much for him, he can feel his cock twitching in your mouth, indicating that he’s close. 

you're being so good for him, so compliant, letting him use you so willingly. "look at you, so willing, practically begging for me to wreck you. i’d bet you’d like that, fucking you until you can’t walk?” his filthy words slipping off his tongue with ease. you nod your head on his cock, moaning at the thought of him having his way with you.

sam groans, his entire body tensing as he finally loses it, spilling his cum down your throat with rough grunts. his grip in your hair is painful now, holding you right where he wants you while his hips jerk through every last wave of pleasure. "fuck," he drags out, voice hoarse. “that’s it. swallow.”

sam groans, body shuddering as he watches your throat work, taking every last bit of him. his fingers stay tangled in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you for one more look. "so goddamn perfect." he mumbles, looking at your wrecked expression as he finally pulls back with a sharp exhale, tilting your chin up to stare at him with those puppy eyes of his, "now say 'thank you.'” 

"thank you.” you mumble out quietly. sam smiles at the way your body trembles, your legs squeezing together at the sound of his voice.  he reaches down to flatten your hair with his large palm, contrasting with how rough he was with you seconds ago. 

“now, let’s get you taken care of sweetheart.” he says, his voice thick with affection, looking down at you like you hung the moon. that’s the moment when you both realise that sam winchester is, in fact, completely and utterly in love with you.

okay everyone here it is!! please let me know what you think... genuinely this is my first ever fic i've written so feedback is appreciated. thank you for the support <3

tag for mutals that helped me gather the courage to post this: @hexedwinchester @teethbagel @winchesterstyles13 @aseafullofstars @alasdecas @samwinsexy ⋆♱