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This is literally THE CUTEST thing I have seen on this platform!
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Exactly!!!
Tumblr needs to see the light and bless is with dom Sam.
Sam's sex scene are wayyy hotter and more erotic than anything else
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You know he is kinky mfucking dom,
Yet everyone here loves to write him as a whimpering little ass.
Sam's sex scene are wayyy hotter and more erotic than anything else
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Sam is just a big gigantic slut!
✧° Caught
✧° Pairing : Sam Winchester x best friend!Reader. ✧° Warnings : sexual content. panties kink, (m) masturbation, cumming on panties, getting caught masturbating. porn without plot. 18+ only !! ✧° Word Count : 655 words. Requested by @slowdancingalien.
Sam pushes the door of your empty bedroom open, the heavy lore book you lent him, tucked under his arm as he intends to drop it off in your room. The sound of the shower hums through the cracked bathroom door as he sets the book on your bed. He’s just about to leave when his eyes catch on something— a tiny pair white lace panties, delicate and lying carelessly on your unmade bed. His breath hitches, his blood rushing south so rapidly, he feels lightheaded as he continues to stare helplessly at the crumpled scrap of fabric. He knows he should leave, but his feet don’t move. The fabric looks so soft, so fucking inviting, like it’s begging to be touched. To be caressed. To be ripped off your body.
Sam glances at the bathroom door, his heart pounding loudly with a mix of hesitance and utter perverse want . This is wrong. This is so wrong. You’re his best friend. He��s supposed to be the one person you can trust. The one person he’s sure you’d never expect to find salivating over the sight of your underwear. But his dick’s already hard and straining against his zipper, begging him to touch the fabric. He snatches the panties before he can stop himself, his fist closing tightly over the lace and fuck, he can picture you in them- your skin smooth and soft under the dainty lingerie. His mind spirals—images of him sliding them down your thighs or tearing them off your flushed body as he buries himself deep inside you- filling his brain. He groans, his lower lip caught between his teeth from the effort of holding back as he instinctively palms himself through his jeans.
Sam’s trembling hand brings your panties to his clothed erection as he presses his hips forward and into it, the barely existent friction making his cock throb harder than it ever has before. He knows how pathetic he’s being. How he shouldn’t be doing this, but...he’s too far gone. Sam fumbles with his belt, yanking his jeans down just enough to free his cock—thick, heavy and already leaking with a slutty amount of precum. He hastily wraps the lace around himself, the soft fabric dragging against his shaft, and fuck, it’s filthy, the way it feels. He bucks into his fist, , squeezing the petite fabric tightly around his aching shaft. His eyes flutter shut as he whimpers- low, desperate and barely stifled- fucking into your fisted panties while imagining it’s your pussy instead, stretched and so fucking tight around him as he’d pound into you so hard, he’d see stars.
Sam’s strokes get faster and messier- precum dripping down to base of his cock and soaking the lace. He’s panting, deep moans slipping out of him, the guilt inside only making it hotter. “ Oh god y-yeah, j-just like that, baby.” he grunts. He knows how taboo it is. How you’re his best friend and he’s fucking into your panties like he’s in heat. But he can’t stop. The lace, slick and wrapped around him, the thought of him burying his face between your thighs till you scream, making him approach his orgasm rapidly with each sloppy stroke. Sam thrusts into the panties one last time, groaning- loud and uncontrollable- as ropes of his come spill hot over the lace, soaking it further as he makes a sticky, ruined mess. He pants through the overstimulation as he draws out his orgasm till he’s drained.
The shower cuts off, suddenly. Sam's eyes shoot open, his heart stopping. He’s still holding the drenched fabric, when you step out, a thin towel wrapped around you as your hair drips. You gasp in surprise as your eyes lock on him...then drop to the mess in his fist. Sam's face burns, his stomach twisting with shame. Your face flushes red as your mouth drops open. He’s caught and you both know it.
✧° Author's Message : if you'd like to be tagged, please don't hesitate to let me know !! comments and re-blogs are highly appreciated !! and I'd love to hear all your thoughts on the fic and my writing so please let me know down below. and of course, my inbox is totally open to any thoughts <3. There will be a part 2 for this posted later due to a request I've received for the same. ✧° Taglist : @mostlymarvelgirl, @jayhalsteadfan-2417, @zenoxl, @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing, @castielsonlyangel, @bea-tween-the-pages, @y0inked, @butterphiiss, @bowxs,@gvf23. Divider by : @strangergraphics.
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It’s either that,
Or JDM wouldn’t come back for a cameo.
Mmmhmmm...

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I am so proud of this fandom..
I still can’t believe this fine shyt is considered the nerd in our fandom.
Smart men do it better anyway
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I mean if the shoe fits
Eileen: I’m cold.
Sam: Here, take my jacket.
Cas: I’m cold too.
Dean: *sets the world on fire*
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