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i see your vision and i’m going to double it and pass it forward: you have to get changed quickly in the back of the impala (a costume change after some investigating?) and he gets a good look in the rearview and has to hide his boner until they make it back to the motel where he can jerk off in peace. hello. hello is this thing on 🎤 

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ִ ࣪ ⋆ 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 headcanons.

( +18 ) mdni / fluff, smut, light angst. afab!college!reader & college professor!sam.

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Professor Sam always notices when you arrive a few minutes early. At first you sit in the third row, then the second, and eventually the front in the short notice of weeks. He pretends he doesn't notice the pattern, but he starts looking for you the moment he walks into the lecture hall.

He keeps office hours ridiculously late because he knows students have jobs and busy schedules. Somehow, your questions always end up turning into hour-long conversations about history, books, and life when you stay in his office even when you should be home.

Sam starts recommending books that might interest you. Every recommendation has little sticky notes tucked inside with comments like, “Read chapter six, you'll like this argument.”

Professor Sam is painfully aware of professional boundaries but he just can't stop myself from getting you coffee early in the morning, driving you back home after a long day or smile at you when you disagree about his class. He looks out for you, lets his eyes follow you, thinking about you more than he should.

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dean had gone inside the gas station, surely scoping out the whole place in desperate search of the pie section in the mini bakery. which left you and sam to pass the time amongst yourselves.

it hadn’t even been a full two minutes until sam cramped himself in the backseat of the impala, practically pouncing on you against the leather seats, which quickly began to grow sticky from the shared sweat. the windows fogged, and baby’s metal frame rocked above the parking lot’s pavement. sam was balls deep inside you, rocking and grinding his hips to sheath his fat cock through your meaty walls.

“g.. god—mm, fuck, sam—” your fingers threaded through the brunette strands on his head, clutching in time with the strong clench your pussy gave him, pulling him into you in both ways. sam moaned against your lips before sealing them with his own, a low grumble vibrating from his adam’s apple as you continued to pull him down by his hair.

the mutual gush between your bodies rang in your ears and coated the seats of dean’s precious car. sam ducked his head until it was snugly tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder, placing hot, slobbery kisses and sucking bruises on the skin of your collarbones.

sam shuddered as he came inside you, feeling his release begin to travel back to your opening and leak over the leather beneath the two of you. your lips clashed together once more as you rode out your highs, breaking with the quick sound of your mixed saliva, right as the bell to the gas station doors rang again, signaling dean’s return.

sam winchester is the most respectful, polite and soft spoken man you've ever met. the one you would be proud to introduce to your parents. but behind closed doors? he can be a fucking menace.

your high-pitched whimpers are filling the impala. hands clawing at his arms, his hair, abs, almost everywhere, as sam's on top of you pounding himself into you so deep, you can feel him in your stomach.

your parents think you're on a movie date. i mean, he showed up on your doorstep with flowers and puppy eyes, who would not believe him? who would think that he would have you begging for mercy for an hour straight?

the windows are getting fogged up, your body is probably on it's 10th orgasm, but sam is nowhere close to stopping.

"sam-" you choke on a moan, because sam is choking you himself. his hand is tight around your throat, just enough for your world and senses to narrow to only him and nothing else. and it's working. your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, you're seeing white, you almost can't breathe but it all just feels so good.

he leans down to capture your lips into another messy kiss, filled with tongue, spit and desire. you struggle to kiss him back, because you just can't seem to stop moaning.

"look at me" he says between his own groans and whimpers.

you try. you really try to. but it's all just too much. too much pleasure. your body's almost gone numb.

"fuckin' look at me or i'll stop" he urges now, just with a hint of desperation.

that's when you got desperate. "no- please" you whimpered, fluttering your eyes open.

and god, he has never looked better. sweaty, rosy cheeks, eyes filled with lust and desire. but then a small smirk appeared on his face and before you could register anything, his second hand wraps around your throat too and he starts rocking his hips impossibly fast inside you.

jesus, he really is a menace.

── ⋆⋅ 𖤓 Marking/Blood kink 𖤓⋅⋆ ──

Soulless!Sam Winchester x fem!reader

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Seeing his own handprint on your ass the last time the two of you had sex really had to have done something to Sam cus suddenly that’s what it was all about, marking you. Leaving as many handprints, bite marks or small bruises on your as possible. It was his way of showing the world how much he loved you, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

This time in particular he had you in such a tight headlock that moving away from him was not considered an option by you.

While he thrusts into you harder with each passing second he also starts to bite your shoulder again. The first one isn’t even that hard, just unexpected and that’s why you let out a high pitched yelp. The next one on the other hand was harder, Sam starts by kissing over the red spot on your shoulder as if to kiss the pain away but just he buries his teeth there again.

You let out a pained moan but for some sick n twisted reason the pain gets you even wetter and of course Sam notices. „You just need it a little rough huh baby? Do you need me to make it hurt.“ he says in this almost mocking voice. You’d love to say that you hate it but you really really don’t so instead of trying to get away you nod desperately.

„See it’s not that fucking hard.“ the second after the words leave his mouth he starts nipping at the skin right beneath your jaw, not hard but hard enough for you to worry about how to hide them tomorrow.

The next time you let out another yelp, because he bit directly into your shoulder it earned you a harsh pinch on your right nipple. You let out a sound that you’ve never heard yourself make before but that sick bastard just grins and continues to let his hands roam over your body while still keeping the fast and punishing pace of his hips.

You can already feel all the bruises on your body form but that somehow turns you more on, everyone knowing that your his. But for Sam on the other hand it’s still not enough, he suddenly lets go of you and you fall forward onto the mattress.

The lights in the room are mostly shut off so the only thing you can see is his figure looming over you, then thrusting into you again. The new angle lets him hit that spot inside of you even better and the second he’s fully buried inside of you again it sends a literal shockwave thru you.

Sam leans over you again, at first just looking at you. Like you’re his next meal and tbh to him you kind of were. He buries his teeth right into your collarbone, the pain is sharper this time and it’s making actual tears spill from your eyes. Not tears of pleasure this time tho. He comes up again smiling and that’s when you see the faint trace of blood on his teeth and lips. You go to put your hands over your mouth but instead he pulls them away and pins them over your head.

Then his lips meet yours. The kiss isn’t sweet or soft like you know it from him, instead it’s rough, desperate and bloody. Literally bloody since he’s making you taste your own.

Not 100% my cup of tea but I got asked to do smth like this so here we go Xx

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out of the winchester brothers, sam is defff the most jealous and even a liiiiitle possessive too

a string of strange killings was happening around a town and to get more info, you had to go and flirt with a cop at a local bar— no harm, no foul, right?

but from afar, sam was watching you. both his grip on his cup and his jaw tightened, hazel eyes pinned on the sight of your polite smile flashing for the cop as you let out a fake laugh from the cop’s corny joke 

sam knew this was just an act, that you loved him. he knew what your real laugh sounded like, how your actual smile was flashed, how you looked him so softly with a look that was only reserved for him

but did the sight of you, sitting and chatting with that cop, stir something in sam? as much as he’d hate to admit it, yes, yes it did 

so the moment dean said he’ll be back after a few hours after all of you returned back to the motel, that gave sam all the time he needed with you

time that was more than enough for him to hook both of your legs around his waist and sink his cock deeper in your pussy, warm and inviting for his length 

tonight was a different version of sam, and you could tell from the way his lips were messy and possessive on yours, knocking the air out of your lungs from how hard he was kissing you— not to mention his thrusts, deep and almost rough, which made you do nothing but moan endlessly on his mouth and claw his toned back from the ruthless pace he was giving 

and his words. god, they were filthy. 

“fuck, always takin’ me so well. like you were made for it”

“arch that back for me, thaaaats my girl”

“mine. god, you’re mine”

especially the last part. he would murmur “mineminemine” endlessly on your lips, each thrust making you roll your eyes at the back of your head as his hands held your hips firm to make sure they didn’t move from the angle he was fucking you in— an angle that made your pussy flutter all over his cock 

sam’s lips finally broke free from yours and trailed down your neck. “hated the way that cop looked at you” he whispered on your skin. you tried to let out a small laugh from his jealousy, but it resulted in a whimper leaving your lips from the tip of his cock hitting a certain spot 

he brought his head up from your hickey covered skin to lay his forehead on top of yours, looking at your blown eyes filled with both desire and jealousy. and god, the way you looked under him— face fully contorted with pleasure, boobs bouncing from his rough and sped up thrusts. all while looking up at him with those wide eyes of yours he’ll stare at for hours. 

too bad the cop wasn’t here to see this

“say my name” sam whispered, his hot breath hitting your swollen lips. “let me hear it from those pretty lips, yeah?” one hand left the side of your hip to cup your face and drag a thumb down your bottom lip

that was more than enough to do what he asked. “sam” you whispered, almost as a plea. “sa— oh god, sam” you gasped, knocking your head back to the pillows 

“don’t hide from me”

his hand on your face brought it back down not just to face him, but to claim your mouth with a kiss once more. “there she is”— a kiss that was open mouthed, more hungrier and greedy than the last as you arched your back and pressed your chest onto his from his hips snapping roughly on yours as you kept murmuring his name in small gasps over and over 

it made sam do nothing but groan in satisfaction as a response from both your voice and your pussy clenching onto him more than it already was, biting your bottom lip and immediately sliding his tongue in once you parted your lips 

“sounds so good coming from you— fuck” he moaned on your lips, his hand on your face tilting it to kiss you deeper than he already was and feeling his orgasm slowly approach him. “gonna have it memorized by the time i’m done with you”

from then, you realized on one thing— that jealousy has never looked this good, especially on sam winchester

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sam winchester x reader

2 of 6 from the honeybee drabbles

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 392 words of fluff, sam is down bad, makes you feel seen

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ a/n: I'm almost sick over this one, sam is so the person that would notice and reassure you he's still listening when you trail off thinking no one is... see the rest of the honeybee drabbles for more soft moments!!

It’s a beautiful morning.

Birds chirp happily around you, and you can hear the distant chatter of the world waking up and people starting to mull around the park. Sam is picking up two cups from the coffee stand a little ways down the path, starting on the winding pavement back to you and the bench you’d picked out for the view after your jog.

cycle syncing headcanons cw: mentions of spanking, fingering, p in v, toys ... ☆ ... c. page ... ☆ ...

MENSTRUAL

ie. hormone levels and energy are at their lowest while the uterine lining sheds

... ☆ ... Doctor Sam really gets to shine when you're on your period. He is absolutely fawning over you, ensuring that you get your rest, massages, and enough steak for a small army. He always has a heating pad at the ready, telling you that while your hips are physically widening you have every excuse to feel tired and lazy.

... ☆ ... He buys you period panties because he thinks that always having synthetic materials so close to your skin isn't good for you, and you can't deny that you feel decidedly less pathetic when you don't have to wear a diaper to bed.

... ☆ ... He knows that you're probably not feeling up for it... but the way he fucks you on your period makes you wish it could feel this good all the time. He's handling you like you're made of glass, his palms big and soft and wide every time he touches you. He goes so slow, not wanting to jostle you or put too much pressure anywhere that's uncomfortable. Usually he's making you cum before he's even thought of himself, but he knows that sometimes you're one and done at this time of the month and doesn't want you to miss out on that big stretch and gentle internal pressure that feels so good right now.

FOLLICULAR

ie. estrogen levels start to rise, and the fatigue of menstruation is clearing

... ☆ ... Now that your period is over, sam decides it's about time for you to get back in the gym. He takes pride in acting like your personal trainer, and you just follow him around the gym like a little puppy while he chooses machines and workouts for you that seem totally random, but you're guessing they're not by the way he's writing down what you're doing in a little notebook. You don't mind the gym nearly as much when he's working out with you in a wifebeater.

... ☆ ... Sometimes if your period was especially bad he'll surprise you with a tiny scrap of white or pastel lace, a little reward after you had to sit through hell with ugly panties on as a reward. Even for your cute underwear the 100% cotton or silk rule applies, and he is staunchly against victoria's secret or anything of the sort that uses all synthetic materials

... ☆ ... After a week of shackles (not feeling up to fucking like you normally do) you are back to regularly scheduled programming. If you racked up any punishment or spankings during your period this is when they get doled out. Sam knows that during your period any punishment will just make you weepy and upset, and you won't want to accept any help. He also has a little notebook where he writes down exactly what you're due for. 'Bratted after given a chance to apologize - 8 hits,' 'snuck more caffeine than allowed - 5 hits,' 'acted miserable during our daily walk - 2 hits.'

OVULATORY

ie. hormones and energy peak with the release of the egg

... ☆ ... Even if the oura ring he bought you didn't show your cycle, sam would know when you're ovulating. He'd know from the way you beg him to make you cum on his fingers, from the way you wake up with a wet spot on your panties, and from the way you leave claw marks on his back when he tries to pull out of you. Most of the time he doesn't even bother wearing a shirt around you because it's just going to end up on the floor anyway.

... ☆ ... He tries to keep you as busy as possible, knowing this is when you have the most energy for workouts and getting things done, but it's hard to care for you while you're so easily... distracted. More than once he's had to take you out to the car in the middle of your workout, knowing you can't control the way that you're leaking for him but teasing you anyway. 'Can't handle a couple squats without getting worked up, can you, baby? Seein' your boyfriend all sweaty is just too much for a needy little thing like you? Gonna get you all fixed up and then it's back to work.' When you walk back in the gym together, you clinging to his side with a crushed ponytail, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what the break was for.

... ☆ ... This is when sam likes to get... experimental. He knows that if you're wet through your panties over a kiss on the forehead that you'll do just about anything to be satisfied enough to sleep through the night. If he's feeling thoughtful he'll break out a little vibrator, but if he feels like you're being an insatiable little monster he'll use a thick g-spot wand vibrator alongside his cock. It makes you feel like you're about to split in half but the way he coos and swipes at your tears, telling you 'you're taking your medicine so well' makes it worth it. If he's feeling really mean he'll just make you ride him until you tire yourself out. He won't guide you with his hands or thrust up, he just lays there until you either give up or start grinding into him so hard that he's worried you're going to bruise your cervix.

LUTEAL

ie. the dropping of hormones creates a loss of energy and increases cravings

... ☆ ... As you wind down from ovulation sam helps you into a more normal routine, and he keeps telling you that his sweet little girl is here to visit for a few days. Before he was dealing with a sex addict and he's about to be a slave in the kitchen to satisfy your pms cravings. As much as he might tease you about your mood swings the adoration in his voice and the way that he caters to your every whim takes the bite out of the words. He always grumbles that you're a 'needy little thing' right after a forehead kiss on his way to do whatever it is that you need.

... ☆ ... Right after ovulation you still have a decent amount of energy so he tries to plan a couple activities to make your week of rotting feel a little better. He takes you on some light hikes, go grocery shopping to pick out your snacks and help him decide what to cook, and run any errands so you're not rushing out for anything when you feel like crap.

... ☆ ... Sam is sure to get his fill of pussy before you start your period. He's gentle enough that shark week isn't also celibacy week, but he can't manhandle you the way he wants to. In the days leading up to your period he's always in grey sweats to show you exactly what you have access to, and you feel like his hips are glued to your ass from how obsessed he is with hitting you as deep and hard as possible from behind. This is also when the majority of your maintenance spanks fall. Partially because pms can make you act like a brat, but mostly because he needs to give you a good reminder to behave for the next week even if he rarely bends you over his knee

BONUS: anal during ovulation

... ☆ ... If it's a really bad one, none of the usual tricks getting you to quiet down, he'll take your ass. Sam plugs you up pretty frequently, thinking the little gem nestled inside of you is quite cute, but it rarely goes further than that. But when you're on your third round of the day and showing no signs of stopping he has to do something. It's the only thing he can do to you that makes you stop begging for more, the deep stretch of his cock occupying your entire brain. 'If your cunt's not gonna listen we gotta try something else, sweetpea. Maybe this will make you sore enough to be ready for a nap."