#Sam/OFC

[ani-coolgirl]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Brief Sam Winchester/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Pegging, Voyeurism, Voyeur Sam Winchester, Bottom Dean Winchester, brief cunnilingus, Masturbation, Denial Series: Part 7 of Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Kinktober 2023: voyeurism & pegging

One guy gets pegged, the other guy watches. It's not to weird.

Until it is.

[claudiadpdl]

is this the official sign that we've made it

[bvrtysbvtches]

sometimes a found family is the son of satan, a gay angel, his husband, and A Guy™

[sofiaruelle]

Just a couple of besties with matching missing 2 front teef~

[impalastuff]

Goodnight sweetheart

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader (Platonic) Bobby Singer X Daughter!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): None

Summary: After John died, Sam and Dean went to stay with Bobby and his daughter. During that time Sam tried to heal, while Dean focused on fixing his car.

GIF made by: @waywardnerd67

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“Dinner’s ready!” You called out as you placed the last two plates on the dining table.

Sam walked in first, offering you a smile to show his gratitude, “Thank you.”

Bobby then walked in next from his office area, “Smell’s good.”

You gave them both a nod then quickly noticed the empty seat, Dean’s seat.

“Hey guys, do you know where Dean is?” You asked. Sam shrugged his shoulders while Bobby shook his head as the two began eating.

You got up, and walked outside to see if Dean was where he had been for the past week.

“Dean, you out here?” You called out as you approached the recked impala.

“I’m here.” Dean said back as he worked on one of the doors with a light shining on the car.

“Dinner’s ready, you gonna join us?” You asked Dean, stopping a little bit away from him as he stood up to get another tool.

“No.”

“Dean-”

“I’m not hungry.” He cut you off, his voice a little harsher than intended.

You sighed, there was no point in trying to argue with Dean right now, you might as well be arguing with a brick wall. “Fine… I’ll leave your food in the microwave.”

You moved to walk away and Dean watched you for a moment, with a small battle playing in his mind. He then got up and walked after you, gently grabbing your arm to stop you, “Wait,”

You turned back to him, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, and questioned in your mind what he could possibly want.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m just not hungry right now. Okay?” Dean said, his voice gentler this time as his eyes locked onto yours.

“Okay, like I said, I’ll leave your food in the microwave.” You said with a small smile and Dean’s features softened. He gave you a small nod as your eyes stayed locked, neither of you said anything, a silence surrounding the two of you.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t comfortable either. The two of you stayed like that, neither of you daring to break the silence, until you pulled yourself back to reality and looked away.

“I- um… I should get back inside…” You said while pointing back at the house with your thumb.

“Right, yeah… back inside.” Dean said and let go of your arm, stepping backwards.

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The time was 12:17am when Dean entered the house. There was a silence that lingered in the house as everybody slept and Dean walked quietly down the hallway towards the kitchen.

As he passed the living room door he heard the faint sound of the TV, so he opened the door and found you asleep on one of the couches with the TV quietly playing.

He quietly watched you for a few moments, contemplating in his mind what he should do.

Should I wake her? Should I leave her? Should I- no don’t even think that… Dean thought to himself, the last one more prominent in his mind.

Without even thinking Dean stepped further into the room, closer to you, and hooked his arms under your legs and back. With a hum, you placed your head on his shoulder and your body relaxed in his arms.

Once Dean knew you was staying asleep, he began making his way upstairs towards your bedroom. With his foot he pushed the door of your bedroom open and walked towards your bed, carefully placing you down on the soft mattress.

In your sleep you turned on your side, sighing through your nose, and Dean pulled your duvet over your body.

“Goodnight sweetheart…”

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[hikaaa-bi]

i love that sam is manipulative. i love that he's objectively a good liar. we all thought he was gonna be like jon but turns out he's more like martin.

[starrylanex]

shower power — sam winchester

kinktober day 1, summary - after a long hunt, sam pulls you into the shower at a shared motel room, where dean could walk in. his large hands grip your hair as he takes you against the shower wall, making you keep quiet. warnings - no use of y!n, lower case intended. word count - 1,5k. take me back to main kinktober masterlist;

hiii angels, i feel like this sucks because i rushed it:((((

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the door of the motel room shut behind you with a thud, the click of the lock barely audible over the pounding of your heart. all three if you had been through hell tonight—blood, sweat, and tension thick in the air—but even after the hunt, something more primal lingered between you. it had been building for days. maybe weeks.

dean's voice drifted behind you to the other side of the room, muttering something about the bed and the tv, but you couldn't focus. you needed a shower, something to wash away the grime—and the tension that coiled tightly in your chest.

without a word, you made your way to the bathroom. the door creaked open, and you barely had a chance to turn on the water when you felt sam's presence behind you. before you could say anything, he locked the bathroom door behind him and his large hand gripped your arm, pulling you back into the small space with him.

"sam," you whispered, barely able to get his name out before he backed you against the tiled wall in the shower, the cold seeping through your clothes as his lips crashed down on yours with an intensity that left you breathless.

"shh," he murmured against your lips, his voice a low, gravelly warning. "dean's right outside." his hand slid up to your jaw, his thumb pressed against your cheek and the rest of his fingers spread to where your head met the neck, not squeezing, but holding you in place as his lips moved to your ear, teeth grazing your skin. "you're gonna have to be quiet."

your breath hitched as his words sent a thrill through you. you were planning on taking care of yourself in the shower, not wanting to disturb sam, but apparently he had the same idea, as his other hand was already working on your clothes, rough and fast, tugging them away as if they were in his way—because they were. and the moment the both of you undressed each other, throwing shirts and pants away, the shower sputtered to life, the perfect temperature water hitting your skin, already forgotten in the heat of the moment.

sam pressed you harder against the wall, his broad frame caging you in. his hands found their way back to the both sides of your face, cradling you. you bit down on your bottom lip to keep from making a sound, but when one of his hand slipped between your legs, and teased your already wet and sensitive lips, a gasp escaped your throat.

"quiet," he growled, his voice thick with desire as his long middle finger moved, sliding up and down on you, his other hand still gripping your jaw, tilting your head back. his lips found your throat, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks that would last for days. "or he'll hear everything."

you whimpered, trying to stay as quiet as you could, nodding as his hand left your jaw and grabbed your leg, pulling it around his waist. the pressure of his body against yours had you already seeing stars, the friction of his long finger making it nearly impossible to stay silent. every stroke, every touch from him sent fire through your veins, even when he still hadn't entered you properly.

"sammy please," you whisper, bringing your hands and gripping his shoulders, head tilted back and eyes closed in pleasure.

sam hums, "please what, sweetheart," he murmurs against your neck close to your ear, his fingers gripped your hip so tight you were sure there'd be bruises tomorrow, but you didn't care. all you could think about was how badly you needed him. the water from the shower sprayed around you both, the heat adding to the intensity of the moment, but it did nothing to cool the burning inside you.

"i need you inside of me, please, sammy, please" you whimper, pleasure given just from his finger slowly building up.

sam's lips were on you again, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip before his teeth grazed it. "you like this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath ragged. "the thought of dean being able to hear, the risk of us being caught." his hand tightened on your jaw, not enough to hurt you, but enough to manhandle you, pulling your head back to look into his eyes. "you love it."

you could only nod, your throat too tight with need to speak. your body ached for him, every touch sending you spiraling, but his control over you, the way he made you desperate and yet forced you to stay quiet, only made the moment more intense. water poured over the two of you, slowly washing away the dirt.

"alright then," he murmured, "let me take care of you sweetheart." he said and with swift movements he picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist, you whined as you felt his finger disappear from your cunt, but let out a gasp as soon as you felt him align his already pulsing cock against your entrance. you wanted to moan, to plead him to do it faster but you knew if you did dean would hear, so you stayed quiet, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck.

he then kissed you, like a man starving, nothing about this kiss was soft, teeth clashing and pulling, without a warning sam thrust into you, hard and full as he bottomed out, your gasp and his groan being swallowed by each others mouths. you couldn't hold on to him like this anymore so you brought your left hand to rest on the wall nearest you, which happened to be the glass.

sam did not waist any more second. his forehead pressed to yours, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. his thrusts were slow, deliberate at first, drawing out every sensation, every wave of pleasure. you could feel his breath on your lips, heavy and ragged, as he fought to keep himself quiet, too. you bit down on his shoulder to muffle the sound that threatened to escape as he picked up his pace, your nails digging into his back. each movement was rougher, more intense, his control unraveling with every second.

the tension in the room was heavy enough that you could cut it with a knife, the sound of water hitting the tile barely enough to drown out your heavy breaths, as sam continued to thrust into you, the eye contact with him was intensifying the aura around. you were both teetering on the edge, desperately trying to stay silent, but it was impossible to contain the raw energy that was about to break between you.

you cant contain your moan as he shifts and now hitting your gspot repeatedly, all you could thing about was him, sam, sam, sam, sam, sam as the pleasure built up.

"fuck," sam grunted, his head dropping to your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin. his hand snaked up to cover your mouth, his lips pressing to your ear. "i said... keep quiet."

you nodded, not being able to say anything e,se as your mouth hang open behind his hand but no sound came out, eyes rolling back as he thrust harder, his pace relentless now. the pressure built inside you, and built and built and built, your whole body tightening, but the intensity, the risk, the sheer need that filled the room—it was too much. you could barely hold back the sounds threatening to break free.

sam's grip on you tightened as he growled low in your ear, he could feel you clenching around him, he knew you were close and fuck if you kept clenching around him like that he was sure he would cum right at that moment as his movements becoming erratic, more urgent. and then, you vision blurred, your body shaking with the force of your release as he buried himself deeper into you. the sound of your muffled moan against his hand only spurred him on, his own release crashing through him moments later and right in you. his body trembled against yours, his grip finally loosening as you both came down from the high, the water still pouring over you both.

for a moment, you stayed like that—breathless, tangled together, hearts racing.

then, with a smirk, sam pulled away, his hand still resting on your hip as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"next time," he whispered, voice hoarse, "we'll get our own room."

you couldn't help but laugh softly, even as you struggled to catch your breath. the sound of dean grumbling from the other room filtered through the door, and you knew he probably heard more than he let on.

but right now, you didn't care. all you could think about was sam—his touch, his intensity—and the way you knew you were already waiting for the next one.

[samofmine]

i have this hc that if sam and dean need to part ways for some reason or if they're away from each other for too long they won't stop texting/calling each other, to the point it annoys everyone.

like, dean will be on the car with jody after just leaving the bunker and he'll call sam and tell him something he forgot to say before they left and its obviously just an excuse and jody rolls her eyes.

"you just saw him 3 minutes ago. did you think he disappeared?"

she expects a laugh but dean becomes tense and well, okay. not really something to joke about around him. she watches him grab his phone again to send a text and she wont even pretend like it's for someone else.

or sam will be at the grocery shop and call dean to ask what is the brand of frozen pizza he usually buys (they get the same every time but he has to be sure). and then he calls again to let him know he's done and will be home in a few minutes.

dean texts him stupid jokes as well, because if sam isnt there to hear them at least he can read them and not miss out on how funny he is. sam only replies to them with lol or 🙄.

sometimes when it's the middle of the night and they are each in their own rooms and sam gets too anxious about whatever crap they're currently facing and he can't fall asleep, he calls dean to hear his voice tell him something he forgot to say or to ask a question about whatever they have to do tomorrow.

sometimes dean wakes up from a bad dream and calls sam just to remember what's real. he doesnt say anything, and sam is used to it already, so he tries to comfort him "it's okay, de. it was just a bad dream. you're okay. we're safe."

when sam has his nightmares, he's always reluctant to call dean but dean always hears him waking up, even when he doesn't scream, so he calls him instead. he never addresses the nightmares, just keeps talking about random stuff until sam's heart slows down enough

they never really got used to sleeping alone, but of course they don't go knocking on each other's bedroom door and letting themselves in. that would be weird.

they fall back asleep with their phones on their ears more than once.

[polaris-stuff]

I haven't drawn much lately (busy with real life •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ ) but here are these doodles from today XD

[ueberdemnebelmeer]

THE NEWSREADER S01E03 | The White Marquis Matinee Jacket

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

I heart Until Dawn and it's collection of comically stupid characters. and I do mean all of them. and I do mean it affectionately. I just. god. the reason that anything can happen to these people At All is because, somehow, Every Single One Of Them decided that it was a good idea to accept an invite to the World's Most Suspicious Event at the World's Most Suspicious Place. "hmm!! I'm sure nothing strange or horrific is going to happen to us up on our rich friend's isolated mountain lodge; why would it?? I mean, sure, we Are going to be up there on the exact same date that we inadvertently triggered the events of his sisters' disappearance, but surely he's not upset with us about that or anything. let's go!!" seven separate people. nobody thought anything of it. it's incredible. impressive, even. I mean, I don't know. me personallyyyyy?? I probably would've received that invitation and thought, "oh, he's For Sure gonna do something to us up there, and he For Sure has the means to get away with it; I'm Not Gonna Go." but. hey. that's just me.

[winbred]

my favourite hc for sam and dean is that if they were to fuck they'd be labelless and it would NOT be what they both wanted. like sam explicitly wishes he and dean could be boyfriends and have a normal relationship and dean is just like sam we are brothers who have sex i dont think labels fucking matter. im not even fucking gay, remember? and sam is like...but does that mean we're exclusive and dean instead just reminds him their job means they cant be tied down so it doesnt matter. and sams slightly heartbroken by that but regardless hes still the one being fucked by dean and loved by dean and wakes up to him, so can he really complain?

[winchestermylove]

having thoughts about mutual masturbation with sam and dean.. them being so casual about it because it's not sex, they're just doing something fun together, sharing another part of their lives. it's not like they're touching each other or anything.

they start late one night at a motel, sam thinks dean's asleep, hears his shallow, even breaths. he doesn't want to get up and go to the bathroom to take care of his little issue in fear of dean hearing and waking up and questioning him. so, he stays on his side facing the wall, keeping his movements as slow as possible to prevent himself from making too much noise.

he doesn't even bother slipping his cock out of his boxers, just shoves his hand in and starts with tentative strokes, swiping his thumb over his slit on every other pass.

he doesn't even mean to, but his thoughts begin to wander to dean in the bed next to his, what his hand would feel like on his own dick, what kind of sounds he'd make, how his hot mouth would make him feel. he tried to push them down, down into that dark space in the back of his brain, where they could never surface. he thought of pretty girls he'd seen on tv, all smooth skin and long hair, he thought of the women in the skin mags he used to have as a teen, hidden away at the bottom of his duffel, he even thought of jess,, anything to keep his mind away from the sleeping body in the bed adjacent to his own.

sam speeds up his pace, using his thumb to pick up the bead of precum forming on his tip to drag down his length. soon, against his efforts, his mind wandered back to his big brother, what it would be like to have dean on top of him, grinding down, kissing down his neck, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

before he knew it, sam was climbing closer to the edge, having to turn his face into the pillow to muffle his heavy breaths and stop himself from letting out a whine. he began pulling harder and faster on his cock, desperate to reach the edge and release himself.

sam heard himself inhale sharply. only he didn't feel it. and it sounded like it came from somewhere else in the room, not his own mouth. oh. oh god. he ceased his movements and held his breath, then turned his head around to face the rest of the room.

his eyes met another pair, glistening in the dark from the bed opposite. dean is facing him, unmoving but very clearly understands what sam is doing.

"sammy."

"dean. o-oh my god, dean. i-i'm so sorry, i didn't-" sam panics. this can't be happening right now. he pulls his hand out of his boxers as he sits up, his cheeks burning with humiliation and the remnants of lust.

"sammy." dean follows sams movements and sits up as well, the duvet falling down to his waist from where it was previously hiked up over his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.

"sammy, it's okay, man. stop freaking out."

sam can't even meet deans eyes. his own are beginning to glisten over with unshed tears as he twists his fingers in his lap. this turns out to be a mistake, as when sam looks down at deans lap, he notices that he's sporting a hard-on of his own.

sam's eyes widen, and he looks back up at dean's. dean shifts back until he's leaned up against the headboard, sliding out from under the duvet, exposing his boxer-clad thighs. thighs that sam was thinking unholy thoughts about moments before.

"s' okay, sammy. this doesn't have to be weird." dean's hand reaches down his toned belly to his boxers, resting his hand upon the bulge residing there.

"what-" sam's still stunned, things moving too fast for him to comprehend.

"s' okay sammy. there's nothin' wrong. 's just us."

dean's eyes are on sam's the entire time, and when he reaches into his boxers to cup himself, something inside sam snaps into place.

"fuck." sam sharply inhales as his brain catches up with the occurring events. he leans himself back against his own headboard, his head tilted toward dean and his eyes never leaving the older's.

"dean."

's just us, sammy." dean's hand is moving now, sam can see it through the darkness of the room, the faint moonlight from the window illuminating dean's form.

"god, dean." sam's own hand once again reaches back down into his boxers, his cock back to almost full hardness. he gasps, already way too close to the edge.

his eyes meet dean's, and sam whispers, "just us."

dean's pumping his cock faster now, breathing picking up into soft huffs as he gets himself closer to release.

sam isn't going to last much longer, already strung up from his earlier activities, and his senses are heightened with dean right next to him, watching. he swipes his thumb across his head again, and he's a goner.

"fuck, dean, i-" sam whines.

"you gonna come, sammy?" dean's almost there too, just needs a little more to push him over the edge. "you're so close, aren't you, baby? c'mon, sammy, do it for me, huh? come for your big brother, sammy."

dean's words ring through sam's ears and his grip tightens on his dick. sam's body tenses, he see's stars as he spasms and whines through his climax. his load shoots into his boxers and make his hand slippery for his last few strokes.

"oh, dean, oh my-fuck."

sam's release triggers dean's, and he comes with a shout, stringing together words that sound like, "that's it sammy, that's a good boy. fuck, sammy, my good boy." sam is still experiencing aftershocks and dean shoots streaks of come into his own boxers.

the only sound that can be heard in the room is heavy panting from both of the brothers.

"shit, sam. we need to do that more often." dean shoots sam a lopsided grin through the darkness, and sam sends one back, his breath beginning to even out.

"agreed."

the pair sleeps soundly that night, sated and genuinely relaxed for the first time in what feels like forever. in the morning, they don't talk about it, but share a look of understanding as they step outside for breakfast. no words need to be shared between the two.

the following night, dean sends sam one look and he's shoving his jeans down his hips, already at an agreement.

it's never weird and i think sam and dean do this every night.

[hellhoundsprey]

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.

[lilacpaperbird]

dean logging into those supernatural forums to argue with the samgirls

[impalastuff]

Face your fears

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester X Sister!Reader Sam Winchester X Sister!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning(s): fear of water, drowning.

Summary: You are the little sister of Sam and Dean, you’re all on a case and this one involves your biggest fears… Water.

GIF made by: @mvdeanw (Dean) @winchesterangstclub (Sam)

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“Let me come along, it’ll be fine, school can wait.” You mumbled the words you had said to your brothers to convince them to let you join the hunt.

Now you was walking around an indoor pool with a EMF detector, “Now look at you…” you finished.

Your whole life you’ve been scared of big bodies of water, you could go against any monster any day but a pool, or the ocean? You’d rather stand between Dean and pie than deal with water.

The room was eerily quiet apart from the sound of your heavy breathing. You kept a good distance between you and the edge of the pool and didn’t intend to get any closer.

Suddenly the feeling of someone grabbing your shoulders made you scream, then Sam’s laughs followed.

“Oh my god! Sam! What the hell?!” You yelled as you turned and shoved his chest. Dean was stood at the door, leant against the frame, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, “I hate you both!”

Sam continued to laugh while Dean tried to defend his innocence, “What did I do?!”

“You let him do it!” You said to him.

“You should have seen your face!” Sam said, only laughing harder. You then thought you saw something in the water, out the corner of your eye.

“Okay okay, c’mon, let’s get out of here.” Dean said with a shake of his head.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” You said and both boys nodded in acknowledgment then left the room.

When the door clicked shut, you took slow, cautious step towards the pool and glanced in the water to see if what you saw out the corner of your eye was real or just your mind.

You crouched down by the side, looking into the water. Then just beneath the surface, a face appeared.

The skin was grey, the lips were blue, and the eyes were bloodshot as it stared up at you. Its arm shot out and grabbed your ankle in a painful grip, making you scream. Then your body fell to the ground as your legs were pulled out from under you, and it dragged you into the water.

You tried to fight against the grip, kicking your legs and using your arms to try and get back to the surface, but you was only pulled deeper and deeper.

Outside your brothers heard your scream and instantly ran back inside. As they entered back into the pool room, they saw your struggle in the water come to a stop and without hesitation, Dean dived into the water swimming towards you.

When Dean got you back to the surface of the water, Sam was waiting by the edge, “Dean, bring her over here!”

Dean swam to the edge of the pool, where Sam was, and Sam pulled you out of the water. As Dean pushed himself out of the water, Sam instantly began CPR, trying to get the water out of your lungs and you breathing again.

“Come on, kid…” Dean mumbled as he watched your face closely, and Sam continued the CPR as tears welled up in his eyes.

Water filled your mouth as you coughed and Dean turned you onto your side, allowing you to cough up all the water, before he pulled you into his arms.

“D-Dean…” You spoke, your voice weak and hoarse, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Shh, it’s okay… I’m here, I’ve got you.” Dean whispered as he gently rubbed your back, then you buried your face into his shoulder.

“Y/n… what happened?” Sam asked, his voice gentle.

“The- The water… something’s in the water…” You said and tears welled up in your eyes.

Both brothers looked back at the pool water for a moment before they turned their attention back to you.

As Dean continued to hold you, Sam looked you over for any injuries and spotted your bruised ankle. He carefully rolled the bottom of your pants leg up, revealing the nasty bruise from where you was grabbed.

“Jesus…” Dean mumbled when he saw the bruise.

“It looks pretty bad, we should get her back to the motel and get some ice on it and wrap it,” Sam asked and Dean nodded in response.

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When you arrived back at the Motel, Dean carried you into the room and carefully placed you on the bed while Sam moved and grabbed a few ice packs.

“Just rest here and we’ll get you fixed up, okay kid?” Dean said to you as he sat on the edge of the bed, next to you.

“Okay…” You said with a small nod, then a small hiss escaped your lips as two ice packs were suddenly placed against your ankle.

“I know it’s cold, but it’ll help with the swelling,” Sam said with a sympathetic look.

“How about I go to the store and get a bunch of candy and a crappy movie to watch?” Dean suggested and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah… Candy and a crappy movie sounds good…”

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