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sweetvamp03 · 3 months ago

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Where you really belong

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Sam Winchester x Female reader-no smut-light violence-fluff

Summary: You and Sam haven't seen eachother in months, when suddenly the Winchester boys show up unexpectedly. You miss eachother but don't know if you can work out your issues.

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Unlocking your front door, you waved at the car still on the road, waiting for you to get inside. You stepped in, flicking the light on and throwing your jacket and purse on the entry bench. You made your way to the kitchen to scavenge for something to snack on. Your boyfriend Oliver had taken you out to dinner at some fancy restaurant where the portions were almost as insane as the the food they offered. You politely ate what you ordered and prayed that he wouldn't want to come in so you could pig out. You were surprised to see the overhead light on, as you were usually pretty anal about the electricity bill. Turning the corner you were greeted by two rather large men, sitting at your dining table. Eyes glancing from one to the other, you blurted out, "Dean, Sam, what are you doing here?". The tension between you and Sam was thick in the air, Dean was well aware of it. Trying to focus mainly on the shorter one, you tilted your head, silently repeating your first question.

"Just saying hi, checking up on our favourite girl" Dean finally responded with a smile on his face, that was slowly fading when he looked at sam, obviously very uncomfortable.

"Oh well it's good to see you! Both of you." You meant it, your heart hadn't stopped racing since you saw Sam standing there, it took everything in you not to wrap him in a tight hug.

"You were out late! Not tracking any vamps are you?"

"No not in months dean. I was just out at dinner- with a friend." your eyes quickly darted to Sam and back, trying to gauge his reaction.

Raising his eyebrows and grinning ear to ear he exclamed, "Oh is she coming in? I love to meet any friends of yours."

Rolling your eyes you rebuttled "Yeah no. As much as I'd love for you to sleep with more of my friends, they had to get home."

Heading to the fridge you offered the boys some drinks, only one of them accepted. You had some beers left over from a party you had a few weeks ago, you knew if you were going to get through this you were going to have to be inhebreated.

"Okay so what's the real reason you guys are here?"

"Oh y'know, a demon threatened sammy here, if he didn't help him, he'd kill you. Don't freak out though, you're not dead so that's a good sign."

Taking a large swig out of your bottle you swallowed and let out a sigh. "Oh great."

Just then your phone started to ring, you fished it out of your dress pocket and glanced at the screen. Oliver. Of course. You knew that if you didn't answer he would just call back or worse, come check on you.

Picking up the call, you glided out of the room so your conversation hopefully wasn't overheard. "Hey Oli"

"Hey babe, just making sure you're okay, I'm sorry again that I couldn't stay over, apparently my boss thinks holding meetings at 5am is a fun way to boost our spirits."

"Heh yeah, it's all good, I have some stuff I need to do tonight anyway."

"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow though right? at Alexanders?"

Alexanders was your guys' go to restaurant, he took you there on your first date. "Yeah sure, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you baby" your heart ached, not because it was happy but because that wasn't the person you wanted to be telling you that.

"Love you too, babe." you choked out.

You hung up and hurried back into the kitchen, where you saw both boys silently looking in your direction. Apparently the walls in this little house were thinner than you had thought. Your lips parted, letting out an almost inaudible sigh, looking apologetically towards Sam. Your head started stiring, trying to rember what you had said, to understand just how bad it actually was. The words "Love you babe" echoed through your thoughts. Understandably Sam started out of the room, looking more upset than mad. Your eyes followed him out, then went right back to Dean, he probably hated you for hurting his brother like that.

"Dean I'm so sorry, I-"

"I know, don't mind Sammy he's just been a drama queen these last couple of months. We arn't here because of him, just to make sure you're okay."

Part of you felt dissapointed, but understood. "Well, thanks."

Sam rushed back into the room, with a burning question. "Hey uh do your neighbors usually stare out their blinds into your living room?"

"Uh not that i've noticed." you rushed to the window near the front door to take a peek.

"Yeah didn't think so" Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the blinds. "Where do you keep your guns?"

"Under my bed" you replied.

"Show me."

You lead Sam into your bedroom, getting on all fours and reaching under your bedframe, and pulling out a few different cases. You sit up while opening the cases, you look back at Sam, it was so quiet as if he had left. You noticed his eyes trailing over the photo on your nightstand of you and Oliver. You turned back pretending to not have noticed. You kept the photo there because you thought you should, if you saw him every night when you fell asleep and every morning when you woke up, maybe your feeling would start to feel real. All of your friends have told you that he's perfect for you, and you know it too. So you gave it everything you had to try and make it work. Unfortunatley every moment you spent with him, you were thinking of someone else. It was't fair to him, you knew that, but you didn't know what to do at this point. You knew you'd never be over Sam, but you had to move on, trying to fake it til you make it.

You finally decided to fill the silence with something you had to get off your chest. "I don't love him you know." you confided in him, standing up.

"You don't have to lie to me Y/N, I heard you on the phone." Sam tried to let out a sarcastic chuckle, but you could tell how crushed he was.

"Doesn't mean I meant it. I haven't meant it since I said it to you." you lowered your head, embarrased to be oversharing with him like this. You used to tell him everything but things were different now.

"Then why did you leave? Why haven't you talked to me since that night?" he blurted out while grabbing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

"You know why Sam. It just doesn't work, you and me." You felt like you could hear your heart actually crack.

He slid his hand down your arm and intertwined it with yours. Slowly moving his other hand up to your jaw, tracing his thumb along your cheek. You were only inches away from eachother now, finding it hard to steady your breathing. You slowly leaned in to have your lips meet his, and he reciprocated in slow, passionate, loving, kisses. You pulled away abruptly.

"No, Sam. I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"I've spent all these months trying to forget you, trying to fake love with someone else so that maybe someday it won't hurt as bad as it does right now. And it has gotten me nowhere. This is only going to set me back further and I'll never be able to move on." you rambled on not knowing what you were going to say next.

"But why do you have to get over me, why can't we be together? I love you Y/N, and you've made it clear you still have feelings for me, so please just tell me what happened to us." he grabbed your hand back, pulling it up to his mouth to plant a light kiss on the back.

A tear started to form in the inner corner of your eye, you couldn't let yourself go like this, not right now while you were under some sort of supernatural attack. "We should get take the guns out to dean." you said while wiping away the tear that was trying to make its way down your face.

Dean was waiting impatiently wondering where the two of you had been. "Guys c'mon, nows not the time to get all touchy feely, if you didn't know before, theres kind of a bunch of demons watching us."

"Yeah sorry the case was jammed and we couldn't open it" you replied, realizing that Dean had noticed the red in your eyes from the almost tears.

"But they haven't done anything? Haven't made a move at all?" Sam questioned curiously.

"Nope. I don't know what kind of orders they got but they don't really seem to be in attack mode."

You didn't really feel like fighting if it wasn't necessary, so you headed to the couch.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"I'm not gonna stand around all night waiting for them to pounce, go ahead and get comfortable." you laughed.

Sam sauntered towards the couch as you had moments before, taking a seat on the cushion right next to you. You noticed Dean had just taken a seat in the chair by the window, staying on look out. Your phone lightly pinged in your pocket, you grabbed it out and saw a text from Oliver reading "Goodnight baby, see you tomorrow and sleep well <3". You tried to turn it off as quickly as possible but were unsuccessful. Oliver sent a goodnight text every night, it was very sweet but it annoyed you a little bit.

"Not gonna reply?" Sam inquired.

"I already said goodnight earlier." you barked back at him.

He lowered his voice to a hushed tone so it would be difficult for Dean to hear everything. "Why are you here? With him? You don't love him, if you did truly love him I'd leave it alone. I just want what will make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted, you know that Y/N."

You couldn't talk here, not with Dean so close. You abrubtly stood up and grabbed Sam by the hand dragging him back into the kitchen.

Once you were defintely out of earshot you opened up to him, not wanting to, but needing to.

"Sam, that night, with the Wendigo, you almost died."

"I almost die like once a week, and I actually die quite often too." he let out a pained chuckle.

"You almost died because of me. You wouldn't have if you weren't trying to protect me, I can't be the reason you die Sam, I just can't. If I ever lost you I don't think I could cope. I thought if I left and tried to distance myself that it would be better for the both of us."

"Y/N, I know. I felt that way every time you left the bunker. But what good are we if we stay apart? We are just as hurt and destroyed as we would be if one of us lost eachother. I'll do anything for you, that inlcudes dying. But I know how hard that would hit you, so I try my very best to stay alive. For you. Every morning I get up and I remember I need to make it through the day because you are still out there, and one day you could come back to me."

The tears you tried so hard to battle earlier were coming back, flooding this time. Sam grabbed you up, his arms wrapped around your waist, while yours framed his neck. Burying your head into his shoulder you couldn't hold it in any longer. "I love you Sam" it came out muffled as your mouth was pressed to his red flannel.

"I love you too baby." You could feel tears hitting the top of your head, they were slowly running down his face and your heart pounded with love. Something you hadn't felt in awhile.

A loud creak behind you made you jump, luckily it was just dean. You were still wrapped in Sam's arms and Dean looked relieved. "Hey guys, uh sorry to interrupt what was probably a very heartwarming moment, but I think they are making some sort of move-" He turned to walk back to the front of the house then paused and returned to meet your faces. "But not the kind of move that was about to happen here" he smirked.

As he bolted out of the room you threw a bag of chips that was on the counter beside you, towards him. Something light enough that wouldn't hurt, but that would still get the message across. "Ow" he mumbled.

Sam let out a laugh, he loved it when you stood up for yourself. Looking back into his puppy dog eyes, you silently agreed to let go of eachother and prepare for the fight that was upcoming.

Guns in hand, you waited by the front door, when quickly an old man and woman burst through it, eyes black as coal. You and Sam fired shots, slowing them down a bit, while Dean was hiding behind a cabinet. When opportunity struck, he lept out and stabbed the woman in the chest, quickly removing the knife covered in blood, and driving it into the mans back. There was silence.

"Uh was that it?" you said flatly.

"I have no idea. Those were the only two I saw watching us. Seems weird that they didn't have more on babysitting duty." Dean was looking around waiting for another attack from a different angle. You all waited and waited but nothing came. After 10 minutes, you sat down on the couch, if the demons were going to try and kill you, they better do it soon because you arn't the most patient girl in the world.

"Maybe we just got lucky?" Sam sounded confused at his own explanation.

Just then, the back window was completely shattered and before you knew it, the demon was inside and making his way towards Sam.

"Sam!" You exclaimed as you jumped up. Horror in your eyes. You looked over to Dean who was knocked unconcious from the blow.

You grabbed the demon knife out of Deans limp hand and stuck it in the bloody demon faster than anything you've ever done before. He fell to the ground and you stepped over him to make your way towards the long haired man you loved so dearly. "Baby are you alright?" you whispered to him.

"Yeah don't worry sweetheart I'm okay, are you okay?" he was looking you over.

"I'm fine, see this is why I left." you both let out a little laugh as he kissed your forehead.

Just then Dean gained conciousness and looked at the two of you, "Alright we did it!" sticking out a thumbs up.

Both you and Sam rolled your eyes once again and went back to looking at eachother. You knew you weren't staying here any longer, so you tried to remember where you stashed your suitcase. The two of you let Dean take care of the bodies while you packed up your sad little life here in Sioux Falls. All you really needed was Sam; and maybe your clothes. You left everything else behind. Except a little box you kept on the top shelf of your closet. Inside, pictures and memories from you and Sam, even though you tried to move on, you couldn't just forget him completly, you had to keep some things. He came up behind you to take a peek inside to see what you had in there, his eyes softened as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking in your scent, something he truly missed. He would never admit it, but he had one of his sweaters that you used to wear around the bunker, he hadn't washed it since you left because he didn't want to forget how you smelled.

"What am I going to tell Oliver?" you took a deep breath, feeling horrible that you were doing this to him. But not so horrible since Sam's thick arms were holding you tight.

"Just tell him, it's not you, it's me"

You laughed, "Oh yeah that's clever, nobody has ever used that one before."

"Just tell him you're going back to where you really belong."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

The engine of the impala sounded as Dean pulled into the driveway, "I'll take your bags out, I'll give you a moment" Sam offered.

"No thanks, I don't need any more moments here. I want to spend all my moments where I really belong from now on." You smiled up at him.

He took your hand, and you each grabbed a bag, heading out the door without looking back. You knew that your life was just getting started now, it felt stalled before, but this is where you were truly meant to be. With the WInchester brothers, saving people, hunting things. And most importantly, being with the only man you ever truly loved.

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iwashieonhiatus · 1 year ago

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𝑯𝑶𝑻, 𝑯𝑶𝑻 (18+)| BLLK

ft. Oliver Aiku

∗ ˖࣪ ໒꒱ ˚₊· synopsis: He loves summer for one reason in particular: swimsuits. And your swimsuit, accentuating your body, was leaving him hotter, and a tent set up between his legs.

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 1.5k + warnings- mdni, nsfw content, f!reader, pro player(20+), 20+ characters, petnames (baby+ sweetheart), vaginal sex, public sex, breeding/creampie, established relationship.

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Finally, the summer break came and there was nothing more Oliver wanted but to rest and enjoy the summer, enjoying every swimsuit that passed in front of his eyes, especially your little pink swimsuit that squeezed your body in the right places.

Oliver had his eyes on you in the pool water. Even though the sunglasses hid the bicolored eyes, you knew he was watching you.

Maybe you put on the smallest swimsuit you had, just to play with it, knowing that his passion is swimsuits. And you knew it was working, because every time you called him into the water, he denied it, saying he was cool, lying on the beach lounge; and his hands constantly tidied up the shorts he wore.

The European summer was unbearable, but it felt like you were immune, since you were the only one in the water, lying on the float, while the other people returned to the hotel rooms. And Oliver was still there, tending to his preciousness; He noticed how the other men looked at you when you walked in with that tiny swimsuit.

You heard noise in the water, but you kept your eyes closed, and soon felt an extra weight on the buoy.

“The float can’t stand both of us, Oli.” You said, opening one eye and finding your boyfriend with his arm resting on the buoy, wet hair thrown back and the sun illuminating those beautiful eyes.

“So you’d let me die like Jack?” He asked, a smile forming, and wet fingers sliding down your leg. “Women don’t have hearts, really.” You huffed, and he continued to caress your leg.

“Tell me what you want, Oliver.”

“Heartless.” He laughed, but continued. “I want you, right now.”

You looked at him, and he had that rogue smile and shining eyes. He raised an eyebrow and the fingers on your leg slid very close to your intimacy.

“Seriously, Oliver?” You feigned outrage, as if that wasn’t your intention from the start. “Wait a little longer and we can go up.” You sighed and pulled his hand away.

“You don’t understand, sweetheart.” His hand went up to your belly and stopped at your chin, forcing you to stare again. “I want you, now, in this pool.”

You opened your mouth, but he pulled you off the float, soon pinning you against the edge of the hotel pool.

“O-Oli, the others can see us.” You tried to push away his kisses, your eyes searching for other people, but no one was in that area but the two of you.

“Let them see...” You groaned as you felt the bite on your neck and his hands on your ass, pulling your legs around his waist and pressing you against the tile. “A little show for them.”

You didn’t deny that the idea of having sex in public turned you on, and you always wanted to do it in the water, and you still refreshed yourself... Now it was a chance. You kissed him and pulled him away quickly. “Take the float and come back here. I’m not taking the risk.”

Oliver made the request, and you arranged the float that hid your bodies, and pulled him by the neck, kissing him hard and sighing as you felt his hands roaming your body. He glued your bodies together, gasping as he felt his cock between your soft legs.

“You’re crazy, Oliver.” You murmured against his mouth, sliding a hand between you two and playing with his hard cock; Taking advantage of the fact that he entered the pool totally naked.

“You love it.” You two laughed softly and continued kissing, more and more needy as you squeezed his cock and he slid a finger inside your swimsuit, playing with your entrance and his thumb circling your clit.

“O-Oli...” You squeezed his neck with your free hand, pushing your waist against his hand and rubbing his cock.

“Damn... If you keep going like this, I’m going to cum, baby.” He whispered against your neck, closing his eyes and sighing heavily as you moved your hand up and down.

You had been in it for some time and the heat was increasing; You could feel your insides twist with his fingers working on you, and you needed his cock, or the heat was going to kill you both cooking in the water.

“I need you now, Oliver.” “Hold on, baby.”

You held onto his shoulders as he pulled your swimsuit away and tried to align his cock with your entrance, and keep you both steady in the water. You helped him, guiding his cock and it seemed like an eternity until he was inside you, both of you sighing heavily.

“Water, sweetheart, expected what?” He teased as he finally went deep, squeezing you against the tile and his body.

“Do your work, Oliver.” You pulled the strands from the back of his neck and pushed him closer, holding back a moan as you felt his full weight gripping you.

“Bossy.” He started carefully, as the water lessened your lubrication and lowered his movements.

When it felt good and he got the hang of it, you dug your nails into his shoulders, pinning him close, moaning in his ear as you felt the head of his cock hit the right place.

“More... Oli, more...” You squeezed him, his cock out and in with the water, making you shiver as you felt the icy water and the way he stretched you.

His hands squeezed your waist tightly and his waist slammed against yours, going as fast as he could. Oliver marked your neck and sighed heavily. His eyes narrowed from feeling the warmth inside you and icy from the water.

“Lower, baby... they’ll listen to you that way.” He laughed against your face, kissing what he could reach.

You tried to control the moans, but it felt so good to be pressed against him and his cock hitting the right places inside you. It was impossible to hold your voice.

“Imagine if someone shows up and finds us like this?” He whispered and you looked sideways, biting your mouth to hold back the moans.

“T-there’s no one-Ah! Oli! Mmh...” You curled your fingers behind his wide back, letting the moans escape loudly as you felt him squeezing your left covered nipple.

“People can see from the window...” You lifted your gaze to the bedroom windows. Apparently, there was no one watching them. “Enjoying our show...”

You pressed yourself tighter against him, biting your mouth to hold back the moans and the watchful eyes at the windows that had a view of the pool.

“Someone who saw you in this pretty swimsuit and is now watching you get fucked in the water they were in hours before...” Oliver continued to whisper in your ear, smiling as he noticed the red on your face; Whether it was for the heat or shame, it didn’t matter.

The water muffled the noise of his waist meeting yours, but the movements pushed the float farther and farther apart, leaving his back and your legs exposed. Anyone could show up at the window, look down, and see you two in the pool.

“Would they like to see us or... Oh!” Oliver groaned in the middle of his speech as he felt your squeeze. “Does the idea of being seen turn you on, baby?”

It wasn’t something you thought about, but the way Oliver was putting the ideas in your head the same way he buried his cock in you was leaving no room for shame and common sense.

“My-Ah! I won’t stand you squeezing me so tightly...” Oliver grumbled against your temple and licked the shell of your ear.

“Oliver!” You shuddered and heard his laugh.

“Just enjoy the way I fuck you before someone shows up.” You slapped his back, and he laughed harder, soon concentrating on making you cum, making you moan loudly as he made you move up and down on his cock, slamming your thighs into his waist.

“Oliver... I’m gonna-Ah!” “Yeah, me too... Shit!”

You squinted, hanging your head back and moaning loudly as you felt that familiar sensation explode, making you shudder, still clinging to Oliver, who bit his mouth and focused on reaching his own orgasm, soon painting your insides white and gasping against your neck.

You two stayed in the water until calmed your breaths and he came out of you, putting the swimsuit in place, trying to hold his cum inside you and pull you out of the water, putting on his clothes quickly when you two heard voices.

He helped you walk into the hotel, after telling the people that you spent too much time in the water and so you were dizzy, not that he fucked you so well in the water that your legs were too wobbly to walk alone. In the elevator he held you against his body, smiling as he heard you whisper, “It’s dripping, Oliver!”, and he, pretending not to listen, said that water aerobics wasn’t as bad as he thought.

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