fae maybelle

pattering into his room with a shy blush on your cheeks as you gently close and lock the door behind you. giving shirtless sam a soft smile as you climb into bed and settle straddled over his thighs, leaving just enough room for you to freely stare at and touch his clothed dick. his unbroken hand makes way to your waist, holding you just above where the fat of it meets your hip.

he loves watching you walk around after the two of you have fucked. the room illuminated by a few candles and the faintness of the tv, and it highlights your curves. he watches as you look at the few vinyls he's got in his room. ones you've bought him on previous occasions. you want something gentle after the heated sex between you and sammy, but he can't help the way he's half-hard again under the thin sheet. he shifts a little on the bed and you look over at him, eyes a little heavy and lidded, with a loving smile on your lips. he's looking right back at you, eyes trailing over your bare flesh and frame. your chest heaves softly and he watches as your plump breasts subtly bounce with each shift of your arms. your body is just so pretty and soft and small, beautiful in the way that makes a big man like him dream of getting lost between your thick thighs and soft fat.

but it's not just when you two are thinking about sex.

he loves watching you change into comfortable clothes after a hot shower with him. he'd washed your hair for you, and you'd done the same for him, washing the long hunt away from your energies. he took the time to wash your body, and the mix of sams big hands on you, and the hot water? well, you melted into the feeling as he worshipped your strength and beauty, all while washing you clean. and after, when you two had dried off and you were changing into a hoodie, he watched with a gentle smile. your beautiful body was covered up by one of his hoodies, a sign of trust and comfort. a symbol of him somehow, against your bare skin, keeping you warm in the safety of the bunker. of your home, here, with him.

it's not just about sex. it never was.

it's about you the two of you trusting each other with something as vulnerable as your bodies, after everything hunters go through. it's about the love you have for one another despite everything, and the way you'll worship each other when there's no god left to believe in.

it's about loving you while you love him, unconditionally, in every way.

he just loves the way you melt into the bed, ass in the air, with his big veiny hand on your hips. he guides your ass back against his abdomen, your fat jiggling with each gentle, meaningful thrust from his broad, muscular body. he's so big and doggy style lets him have his way with you, your body arched and gripping the soft blankets as you moan and drool. he thinks you're fucking gorgeous. but doggy lets him be sweet with you too, leaning over your pretty body, all bent and spent for him, as he bottoms out and cums inside of you. he presses soft, hungry kisses to your swollen lips as you moan into his mouth, following with your own orgasm.

it's messy and raw and everything he wants from the love of his life.