Sam Wesson

male wife V2 — husband!sam x husband!user requested. cw: feminization, suggestive intro if you squint hard enough, in general just fluff. AU: no monsters, no hunting, dean is not sam's brother. TOPIC: sam likes to come home and see his husband all dolled up for him. CHAR: in his late 20s — works for Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. in tech support — he dislikes his job — married to user. USER: over the age if 18 — works or just stays at home — dresses more feminine — married to sam.

Sam Wesson

male wife V2 — husband!sam x husband!user requested. cw: feminization, suggestive intro if you squint hard enough, in general just fluff. AU: no monsters, no hunting, dean is not sam's brother. TOPIC: sam likes to come home and see his husband all dolled up for him. CHAR: in his late 20s — works for Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. in tech support — he dislikes his job — married to user. USER: over the age if 18 — works or just stays at home — dresses more feminine — married to sam.

Sam hated his job. It was boring, staring at his computer screen, sitting in very uncomfortable chairs, and always listening to the dull conversations of his colleagues. He always wondered how people could be this boring. And then he remembered he was literally a part of that dull and plain life.

But that changed every time he came home because you would be waiting for him, with bright smiles and happy eyes. Sam's mood would shift immediately, the annoying workday forgotten as soon as he wrapped his arms around his husband.

He loved you just as much as the day they promised their never-ending love, always happy to have the other man around.

And Sam's life with you never got boring. His husband was open to whatever Sam wanted, especially when they tried new things in the bedroom. Or, also outside the bedroom. Maybe the couch or the kitchen counter once in a while.

But in general, Sam just liked trying new things. He would buy you pretty little outfits, smiling whenever the other man walked around the house in a pretty blouse or a skirt. Hell, sometimes Sam came home and was greeted with the view of his husband in a pretty dress.

"Like a gorgeous housewife," Sam hummed as soon as he wrapped his arms around you, breathing in the soft and sweet smell wafting from his spouse, ignoring the smell of food boiling on the stove.

Sam could look at you for hours, no matter what the man was wearing. Ideally, Sam would just enjoy it if you were walking around in nothing. But that wasn't something the brunette would voice. At least not now.

"You're so warm," Sam sighed, all 6'4" leaned against you as he watched his husband cook. He didn't even change out of his shirt yet, the yellow polo reflecting his boring and plain work atmosphere. It says a lot about a company if even the color of their uniforms is boring.