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Thank you so much!! ❤️

A Blacksmiths hands

So....this was just something I conjured in my mind one day, and then my imagination ran a little wild. This is completely based on this AI pic that the lovely @winchest09 made for my hormones.

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: implied sex. Romance. SWOON

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Sam stood against the table, his hands gripping the sides for two reasons. One was to hold him up steady, and the other was to keep himself from going mad as he stared at you. His skin begged for yours. He clenched harder into the wood as you slowly raised your shaking hands to remove your coat. You looked down, breaking eye contact for a moment. A strand of your hair dipped into your eyes, and it took everything in him not to reach out and feel the strand move within the pads of his fingers. He waited in false patience for you to move. When your feet finally started to bring you his way, Sam thought he might lose all control. This was wrong. He knew that. You were a woman of status and wealth. Your family name held power and control over people. You came from a different life—a life of privilege and extravagance. A life of carefree savor. His life was one of pain and sorrow. Of poverty and filth. His skin wore the marks of his labor, his soul the marks of his existence. You were a lady, and he was a blacksmith. There was no world in which your paths should cross. And yet here you stood in his shop, surrounded by metal and heat. You stopped walking and tilted your face to his, looking at him, waiting for him.

The fire's amber glow surrounded you in a soft light that dimmed and hushed his logical mind, allowing instinct to rage through his body like the waves of a tempestuous sea. Using the small amount of self-control he had left, he released the table from his grasp. Raising his hands to your face, he gently removed the pins holding your hair in place. Your lips parted, and he could hear your breath quicken in your chest. Once he pulled the last pin, he moved his fingers over your cheekbones before letting them slip into your hair. You swallowed thickly and closed your eyes, leaning your body against his. Sam felt your touch move over his outer thighs. He took a long and ragged breath before tilting his head to press his forehead against yours. 

“I do not believe you could imagine how badly I want this. How badly I have longed for you.” He breathed into the space between your bodies. 

You let out a sound between a moan and a giggle, your breath tickling his lips. 

“How many have you had before me?” You whispered. 

There was a pause. A restless moment when the air grew thick and the silence raised in volume.

“None.” He finally answered. 

“And after tonight?” Your hands ran up his chest, fiddling with the tie on his tunic. 

Sam circled the tip of your nose with his before leaning back to look you in the eye. His hands still held your head, his thumbs running through your hairline. 

“Only you. Until the end of my days.” He vowed. 

Sam leaned his head down for a moment. You thought he would kiss you, your breath hitched in your throat, waiting for his lips. He surprised you by dropping to his knees in front of you. His large and strong arms wrapped around your waist as his mouth began to move over your clothed torso. You could feel the wet heat from his mouth through the thin fabric of your nightgown. Running your fingers through his silky chestnut locks, your head tilted back as a sensation bloomed in your core. Sam rose higher on his knees, bringing his face to your chest. You fisted the back of his hair and forced him to look up at you. The moisture on his pink and puffy lips glistened in the fire’s light. His eyes tilted up slowly. They were soft yet wild as if he was about to worship and devour you all at once. 

“It is as though no matter how hard I try, I could never be close enough to you,” Sam whispered. 

Lowering his mouth, his lips traced your collarbone. 

“You have entranced me.” His kiss became hungrier against your chest, nipping and sucking at your flesh. 

His finger dipped past the seam of your dress to tickle your breast. Your breathing became more erratic. 

“I crave you. It is your name, I whisper into the heavens. It is your face that I picture in my lowest moments. And it is your body that I surrender to in the darkest hours of the night. I submit to you, my lady. My darling. My love.” His tongue licked a small stripe between your breasts before his teeth bit into the tie of your dress, pulling it down slow yet steady.

If his arms had not been wrapped so tightly around you, you believe you would have sunk right there into the dirt floor. You desperately clawed at his shirt, tearing it from his body to feel the scarred and rippling skin of his shoulders. Sam practically ripped your nightgown in half, his large hands covering the swell of your breast within them. Suddenly, he stood. Grabbing you with him, holding you close. Your bare chests touched, and the hair on his chest tickled you softly. Sam placed you on the table, holding you up with his forearm. 

He pulled away slightly. You bit your lip to hold back your gasp of frustration. You watched his throat work as he held himself back. His breath was heavy and loud. 

“Are you certain?” He asked. 

“Sam…” You trailed off, reaching for him again. 

“Y/N. If I give myself to this. If I let my lips finally grace yours, I will have crossed a point of no return. I will never stop loving you until the hands of time cease to exist. Do you understand me? If you allow me to taste the sweetness of your mouth, I will be yours for the rest of my days.” 

You let yourself look him over. Tall and muscular. Beautiful and warm. His hungry eyes had softened once again. You looked at every scar that you could see. All the marks that told his story were written across the tapestry of a man who stood before you. He was letting you choose, giving you control over the situation, knowing that your title, house, and reputation would be at risk. Providing you the comfort of hearing that he would stop if asked. The right side of your mouth pulled up in a smirk.  

“I have never been more certain of anything in my li-” You couldnt finish your sentence before his starved lips were on yours. 

He kissed you how the sun kissed the earth each morning, warming it from its radiating touch. As the land waits to be illuminated by the rays that break through clouds and trees, your need grew with anticipation. And like the heated rise of daybreak, you felt yourself melting into him, awakening with every brush of his skin. Just as the birds sing for the light to dance across their feathers, you flew high into the beam of white-hot ablaze that grew from your core and stretched into your entire being. 

Sam’s fingers lifted the hem of your dress, pulling away the fabric meant to keep you hidden and pure. The worn and strong hands of his tireless labor finally touch the most reserved parts of you. His callouses left goosebumps in their wake as he felt your inner thigh slowly reaching where you needed him most. He momentarily broke the kiss to remove your nightgown before reattaching his lips to yours. His long fingers dug into the skin of your hips, his thumb dangerously caressing the space just below your belly button. He fisted your thigh and yanked you forward until you were teetering on the edge of the table. His hips rutted into yours, and you finally felt him. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you could hear the sharp inhale into his lungs. His hands dug back into your hair, forcefully pulling your head back as he lay kisses and soft bites on your neck and chest. He pushed you slightly so your back was against the table. Standing over you, he slowly lowered his body to yours, caging you against him with his powerful arms. His lips teased yours, hovering just above reach before he slid down. His pointed nose dragged a line down your entire torso, his tongue delicately tasting your skin, stopping at the line of your hips. 

“I do not believe there is a greater pleasure for me than yours.” He whispered, his hot breath tickling the unexplored flesh between your legs. 

Pushing yourself off the table, you braced your weight with one hand while the other hooked under his chin. You watched his eyes move up your body before his head tilted to look at you. Guiding him up with one finger under his jaw, his eyes leveled with yours again.  

“Prove it.” Your voice was breathy. 

The last sound you remember before Sam’s finger slipped through your folds was the carnal growl that rumbled his chest. 

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As always, your words make me smile. Thank you so much. I don't know where the idea of him being a blacksmith came from, but I can't get it out of my head now....expect more, maybe? Anyway, thank you for your kindness, my dear friend ❤️

A Blacksmiths hands

So....this was just something I conjured in my mind one day, and then my imagination ran a little wild. This is completely based on this AI pic that the lovely @winchest09 made for my hormones.

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: implied sex. Romance. SWOON

______________________________

Sam stood against the table, his hands gripping the sides for two reasons. One was to hold him up steady, and the other was to keep himself from going mad as he stared at you. His skin begged for yours. He clenched harder into the wood as you slowly raised your shaking hands to remove your coat. You looked down, breaking eye contact for a moment. A strand of your hair dipped into your eyes, and it took everything in him not to reach out and feel the strand move within the pads of his fingers. He waited in false patience for you to move. When your feet finally started to bring you his way, Sam thought he might lose all control. This was wrong. He knew that. You were a woman of status and wealth. Your family name held power and control over people. You came from a different life—a life of privilege and extravagance. A life of carefree savor. His life was one of pain and sorrow. Of poverty and filth. His skin wore the marks of his labor, his soul the marks of his existence. You were a lady, and he was a blacksmith. There was no world in which your paths should cross. And yet here you stood in his shop, surrounded by metal and heat. You stopped walking and tilted your face to his, looking at him, waiting for him.

The fire's amber glow surrounded you in a soft light that dimmed and hushed his logical mind, allowing instinct to rage through his body like the waves of a tempestuous sea. Using the small amount of self-control he had left, he released the table from his grasp. Raising his hands to your face, he gently removed the pins holding your hair in place. Your lips parted, and he could hear your breath quicken in your chest. Once he pulled the last pin, he moved his fingers over your cheekbones before letting them slip into your hair. You swallowed thickly and closed your eyes, leaning your body against his. Sam felt your touch move over his outer thighs. He took a long and ragged breath before tilting his head to press his forehead against yours. 

“I do not believe you could imagine how badly I want this. How badly I have longed for you.” He breathed into the space between your bodies. 

You let out a sound between a moan and a giggle, your breath tickling his lips. 

“How many have you had before me?” You whispered. 

There was a pause. A restless moment when the air grew thick and the silence raised in volume.

“None.” He finally answered. 

“And after tonight?” Your hands ran up his chest, fiddling with the tie on his tunic. 

Sam circled the tip of your nose with his before leaning back to look you in the eye. His hands still held your head, his thumbs running through your hairline. 

“Only you. Until the end of my days.” He vowed. 

Sam leaned his head down for a moment. You thought he would kiss you, your breath hitched in your throat, waiting for his lips. He surprised you by dropping to his knees in front of you. His large and strong arms wrapped around your waist as his mouth began to move over your clothed torso. You could feel the wet heat from his mouth through the thin fabric of your nightgown. Running your fingers through his silky chestnut locks, your head tilted back as a sensation bloomed in your core. Sam rose higher on his knees, bringing his face to your chest. You fisted the back of his hair and forced him to look up at you. The moisture on his pink and puffy lips glistened in the fire’s light. His eyes tilted up slowly. They were soft yet wild as if he was about to worship and devour you all at once. 

“It is as though no matter how hard I try, I could never be close enough to you,” Sam whispered. 

Lowering his mouth, his lips traced your collarbone. 

“You have entranced me.” His kiss became hungrier against your chest, nipping and sucking at your flesh. 

His finger dipped past the seam of your dress to tickle your breast. Your breathing became more erratic. 

“I crave you. It is your name, I whisper into the heavens. It is your face that I picture in my lowest moments. And it is your body that I surrender to in the darkest hours of the night. I submit to you, my lady. My darling. My love.” His tongue licked a small stripe between your breasts before his teeth bit into the tie of your dress, pulling it down slow yet steady.

If his arms had not been wrapped so tightly around you, you believe you would have sunk right there into the dirt floor. You desperately clawed at his shirt, tearing it from his body to feel the scarred and rippling skin of his shoulders. Sam practically ripped your nightgown in half, his large hands covering the swell of your breast within them. Suddenly, he stood. Grabbing you with him, holding you close. Your bare chests touched, and the hair on his chest tickled you softly. Sam placed you on the table, holding you up with his forearm. 

He pulled away slightly. You bit your lip to hold back your gasp of frustration. You watched his throat work as he held himself back. His breath was heavy and loud. 

“Are you certain?” He asked. 

“Sam…” You trailed off, reaching for him again. 

“Y/N. If I give myself to this. If I let my lips finally grace yours, I will have crossed a point of no return. I will never stop loving you until the hands of time cease to exist. Do you understand me? If you allow me to taste the sweetness of your mouth, I will be yours for the rest of my days.” 

You let yourself look him over. Tall and muscular. Beautiful and warm. His hungry eyes had softened once again. You looked at every scar that you could see. All the marks that told his story were written across the tapestry of a man who stood before you. He was letting you choose, giving you control over the situation, knowing that your title, house, and reputation would be at risk. Providing you the comfort of hearing that he would stop if asked. The right side of your mouth pulled up in a smirk.  

“I have never been more certain of anything in my li-” You couldnt finish your sentence before his starved lips were on yours. 

He kissed you how the sun kissed the earth each morning, warming it from its radiating touch. As the land waits to be illuminated by the rays that break through clouds and trees, your need grew with anticipation. And like the heated rise of daybreak, you felt yourself melting into him, awakening with every brush of his skin. Just as the birds sing for the light to dance across their feathers, you flew high into the beam of white-hot ablaze that grew from your core and stretched into your entire being. 

Sam’s fingers lifted the hem of your dress, pulling away the fabric meant to keep you hidden and pure. The worn and strong hands of his tireless labor finally touch the most reserved parts of you. His callouses left goosebumps in their wake as he felt your inner thigh slowly reaching where you needed him most. He momentarily broke the kiss to remove your nightgown before reattaching his lips to yours. His long fingers dug into the skin of your hips, his thumb dangerously caressing the space just below your belly button. He fisted your thigh and yanked you forward until you were teetering on the edge of the table. His hips rutted into yours, and you finally felt him. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you could hear the sharp inhale into his lungs. His hands dug back into your hair, forcefully pulling your head back as he lay kisses and soft bites on your neck and chest. He pushed you slightly so your back was against the table. Standing over you, he slowly lowered his body to yours, caging you against him with his powerful arms. His lips teased yours, hovering just above reach before he slid down. His pointed nose dragged a line down your entire torso, his tongue delicately tasting your skin, stopping at the line of your hips. 

“I do not believe there is a greater pleasure for me than yours.” He whispered, his hot breath tickling the unexplored flesh between your legs. 

Pushing yourself off the table, you braced your weight with one hand while the other hooked under his chin. You watched his eyes move up your body before his head tilted to look at you. Guiding him up with one finger under his jaw, his eyes leveled with yours again.  

“Prove it.” Your voice was breathy. 

The last sound you remember before Sam’s finger slipped through your folds was the carnal growl that rumbled his chest. 

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A Blacksmiths hands

So....this was just something I conjured in my mind one day, and then my imagination ran a little wild. This is completely based on this AI pic that the lovely @winchest09 made for my hormones.

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: implied sex. Romance. SWOON

______________________________

Sam stood against the table, his hands gripping the sides for two reasons. One was to hold him up steady, and the other was to keep himself from going mad as he stared at you. His skin begged for yours. He clenched harder into the wood as you slowly raised your shaking hands to remove your coat. You looked down, breaking eye contact for a moment. A strand of your hair dipped into your eyes, and it took everything in him not to reach out and feel the strand move within the pads of his fingers. He waited in false patience for you to move. When your feet finally started to bring you his way, Sam thought he might lose all control. This was wrong. He knew that. You were a woman of status and wealth. Your family name held power and control over people. You came from a different life—a life of privilege and extravagance. A life of carefree savor. His life was one of pain and sorrow. Of poverty and filth. His skin wore the marks of his labor, his soul the marks of his existence. You were a lady, and he was a blacksmith. There was no world in which your paths should cross. And yet here you stood in his shop, surrounded by metal and heat. You stopped walking and tilted your face to his, looking at him, waiting for him.

The fire's amber glow surrounded you in a soft light that dimmed and hushed his logical mind, allowing instinct to rage through his body like the waves of a tempestuous sea. Using the small amount of self-control he had left, he released the table from his grasp. Raising his hands to your face, he gently removed the pins holding your hair in place. Your lips parted, and he could hear your breath quicken in your chest. Once he pulled the last pin, he moved his fingers over your cheekbones before letting them slip into your hair. You swallowed thickly and closed your eyes, leaning your body against his. Sam felt your touch move over his outer thighs. He took a long and ragged breath before tilting his head to press his forehead against yours. 

“I do not believe you could imagine how badly I want this. How badly I have longed for you.” He breathed into the space between your bodies. 

You let out a sound between a moan and a giggle, your breath tickling his lips. 

“How many have you had before me?” You whispered. 

There was a pause. A restless moment when the air grew thick and the silence raised in volume.

“None.” He finally answered. 

“And after tonight?” Your hands ran up his chest, fiddling with the tie on his tunic. 

Sam circled the tip of your nose with his before leaning back to look you in the eye. His hands still held your head, his thumbs running through your hairline. 

“Only you. Until the end of my days.” He vowed. 

Sam leaned his head down for a moment. You thought he would kiss you, your breath hitched in your throat, waiting for his lips. He surprised you by dropping to his knees in front of you. His large and strong arms wrapped around your waist as his mouth began to move over your clothed torso. You could feel the wet heat from his mouth through the thin fabric of your nightgown. Running your fingers through his silky chestnut locks, your head tilted back as a sensation bloomed in your core. Sam rose higher on his knees, bringing his face to your chest. You fisted the back of his hair and forced him to look up at you. The moisture on his pink and puffy lips glistened in the fire’s light. His eyes tilted up slowly. They were soft yet wild as if he was about to worship and devour you all at once. 

“It is as though no matter how hard I try, I could never be close enough to you,” Sam whispered. 

Lowering his mouth, his lips traced your collarbone. 

“You have entranced me.” His kiss became hungrier against your chest, nipping and sucking at your flesh. 

His finger dipped past the seam of your dress to tickle your breast. Your breathing became more erratic. 

“I crave you. It is your name, I whisper into the heavens. It is your face that I picture in my lowest moments. And it is your body that I surrender to in the darkest hours of the night. I submit to you, my lady. My darling. My love.” His tongue licked a small stripe between your breasts before his teeth bit into the tie of your dress, pulling it down slow yet steady.

If his arms had not been wrapped so tightly around you, you believe you would have sunk right there into the dirt floor. You desperately clawed at his shirt, tearing it from his body to feel the scarred and rippling skin of his shoulders. Sam practically ripped your nightgown in half, his large hands covering the swell of your breast within them. Suddenly, he stood. Grabbing you with him, holding you close. Your bare chests touched, and the hair on his chest tickled you softly. Sam placed you on the table, holding you up with his forearm. 

He pulled away slightly. You bit your lip to hold back your gasp of frustration. You watched his throat work as he held himself back. His breath was heavy and loud. 

“Are you certain?” He asked. 

“Sam…” You trailed off, reaching for him again. 

“Y/N. If I give myself to this. If I let my lips finally grace yours, I will have crossed a point of no return. I will never stop loving you until the hands of time cease to exist. Do you understand me? If you allow me to taste the sweetness of your mouth, I will be yours for the rest of my days.” 

You let yourself look him over. Tall and muscular. Beautiful and warm. His hungry eyes had softened once again. You looked at every scar that you could see. All the marks that told his story were written across the tapestry of a man who stood before you. He was letting you choose, giving you control over the situation, knowing that your title, house, and reputation would be at risk. Providing you the comfort of hearing that he would stop if asked. The right side of your mouth pulled up in a smirk.  

“I have never been more certain of anything in my li-” You couldnt finish your sentence before his starved lips were on yours. 

He kissed you how the sun kissed the earth each morning, warming it from its radiating touch. As the land waits to be illuminated by the rays that break through clouds and trees, your need grew with anticipation. And like the heated rise of daybreak, you felt yourself melting into him, awakening with every brush of his skin. Just as the birds sing for the light to dance across their feathers, you flew high into the beam of white-hot ablaze that grew from your core and stretched into your entire being. 

Sam’s fingers lifted the hem of your dress, pulling away the fabric meant to keep you hidden and pure. The worn and strong hands of his tireless labor finally touch the most reserved parts of you. His callouses left goosebumps in their wake as he felt your inner thigh slowly reaching where you needed him most. He momentarily broke the kiss to remove your nightgown before reattaching his lips to yours. His long fingers dug into the skin of your hips, his thumb dangerously caressing the space just below your belly button. He fisted your thigh and yanked you forward until you were teetering on the edge of the table. His hips rutted into yours, and you finally felt him. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you could hear the sharp inhale into his lungs. His hands dug back into your hair, forcefully pulling your head back as he lay kisses and soft bites on your neck and chest. He pushed you slightly so your back was against the table. Standing over you, he slowly lowered his body to yours, caging you against him with his powerful arms. His lips teased yours, hovering just above reach before he slid down. His pointed nose dragged a line down your entire torso, his tongue delicately tasting your skin, stopping at the line of your hips. 

“I do not believe there is a greater pleasure for me than yours.” He whispered, his hot breath tickling the unexplored flesh between your legs. 

Pushing yourself off the table, you braced your weight with one hand while the other hooked under his chin. You watched his eyes move up your body before his head tilted to look at you. Guiding him up with one finger under his jaw, his eyes leveled with yours again.  

“Prove it.” Your voice was breathy. 

The last sound you remember before Sam’s finger slipped through your folds was the carnal growl that rumbled his chest. 

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[sams-sass]

I will never understand the absolute hard left turn they took with her character after this scene.

I just have so much about you boys to catch up on. Mother stuff. You know, first tooth, first crush... I just have a lot of blanks to fill in.

[sams-sass]

Everyone has the right to be irrational and slightly insane about their favourite character, especially if that character is Sam Winchester.

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My entry for the bittersamgirlclub​’s latest top 5 challenge: Top 5 Moments of Sam Praise. Doing it made me realise that Sam is not praised enough. But all these moments matter very much.

[sams-sass]

World Book Day 📚

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okayokayheyheyheyhey... wait, uh… maybe I should drive?

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4x04 // 4x21 

You got this dark pit inside you. I know. Believe me, I know. But that doesn’t mean you have to fall into it. You don’t have to be a monster.

[sams-sass]

Becky. Thank you so much. As always, your words have filled my heart with so much happiness. The stargazing idea just kind of came to me one day, and I was like...no but stargazing with Sam would be the ULTIMATE!!

And yes...Dean is such a goofball and has such an active inner child. You have to do something fun. I imagine too that he would keep the picture of you too taped into the visor in Baby, tucked away safely for his eyes only.

I thank you again, you are such a light ❤️

Me @ you all the time

Date Night

Hi there!! This is just a fun little fic about the boys taking you on a first date. You get double trouble on this one!! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warning: Kissing, implied smut, date night, flirting, swoon worthy Winchesters. 

Keep reading

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Supernatural S9E20 Bloodlines

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[sams-sass]

"You and Dean… You chose each other." "Yeah, I did. We did. And then… Dean made a choice for me."

Supernatural Season 9

[sams-sass]

Thank you so much, my gorgeous love!! I have missed gushing with you (not that we ever stopped. Let's be for real) Ok, but like, CAN YOU IMAGINE?!?!?! Stargazing with Sam as he just info dumps all these epics and poems of lovers and gods. Like R.I.P. me. She genuinely died doing who and what she loved.

As always, I am humbled by your kind and loving words. Thank you so much ❤️

Date Night

Hi there!! This is just a fun little fic about the boys taking you on a first date. You get double trouble on this one!! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warning: Kissing, implied smut, date night, flirting, swoon worthy Winchesters. 

Keep reading

[sams-sass]

As funny as I find Annoyed!Dean....Annoyed!Sam is top tier

Sammy:😒😤🔪

[sams-sass]

Do you ever just stop mid scroll with the sudden realization that we have this trash fire of a site literally chock full of amazing talented kind silly people just doing their thing and sharing their things with each other???

Like, we have art, we have writing, we have witches, we have crafting, animation, gifs, fandoms, vines/TikTok’s, and infinite more things, this site has so much amazing, all just here for us to absorb and share with each other!

And on top of all that, sometimes you make neat connections with strangers who aren’t strangers for long!

I just…I just think that’s neat

[sams-sass]

Sam + coffee ☕

Dean pulled into a coffee shop drivethru and Sam ordered a large coffee with five shots of espresso. Then he changed his mind and got seven shots instead.

- Supernatural novel (Carved in Flesh, by Tim Waggoner)