#demon!dean x reader x soulless!sam

[c1eepypas1a]

No but like I have this scenario in my head, ofc it's got a Winchester in it, but like your cleaning his car, in revealing clothes, like a white tank top, getting it soaked and then like smutty shit happens (I'm too tired and I'm terrible at writing smut so I'm not going into detail

[inez-winchester-cameron]

Run. (18+)

↠Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader x Demon!Dean (mentioned Crowley x Reader)

↠Summary: After running into a dark room, you end up in the hands of the Winchesters, one soulless and one a demon (SMUT, WC:3,490)

↠Cw: Threesome, dub-con, rough sex, choking, nipple pinching/twisting, pussy/face/thigh slapping, blindfolding, oral, throat-fucking, squirting, unprotected sex, roleplay, tying up, degradation, hair pulling, cum in places it shouldn’t be, arousal from crying, just very rough sex

↠Notes: I made a vote the other night abt what fic you guys wanted next and this won :) I’ll probably end up doing the other two at some point but this is what ya’ll get for now. Hopefully this makes up for my lack of uploads. Apologies, I’m a loser band kid and have marching band things to do and those tire me the fuck out. Anyways, I quite literally soaked my shorts writing this so hopefully yall enjoy this as much as I did :)

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Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, you could feel it in your head, your stomach, everywhere. Your breathing came out panicked, after running across the bunker. Your legs could only carry you so far before you stopped, looking around to make sure you weren’t followed. Slowly, after making sure they weren’t behind you, you turned the handle on the door and stepped in, backwards. 

You were being chased by none other than the Winchester brothers, one soulless and the other a demon. Unfortunately, you hadn’t realized until it was too late and they had you right where they wanted you. You were caged in, no matter where you ran in the bunker they could get to you. You knew you were only delaying the inevitable, they would find you and kill you, for fun. You stepped backwards into the room, slamming the door. You let out a sigh of relief and began looking for the light switch but you ran into something. Someone. 

You let out a gasp as you felt a warm tall body, and then the room filled with the deep chuckle of your ‘boyfriend’, Sam Winchester, “Hey baby.” But he wasn’t your Sammy anymore, he had no soul. He took it upon himself to switch the light on and you were met with his sinister smirk. You gasped again and walked backwards but once again you ran into a warm body. This time, arms wrapped around you and you instantly knew they were the arms of Dean Winchester.

“Did you really think you could run from us?” Dean whispered lowly into your ear. You let out a small whimper, as tears filled your eyes. There was nothing you could do. 

Sam chuckled at the look on your face and moved closer, ignoring your flinch when he cupped your face, “Aw, baby, we’re not gonna hurt you.” He gently stroked your cheeks.

“He’s right, princess, we have other plans for you,” Dean adds on.

“O-other plans..?” You stutter out.

“Oh yeah, baby, you were bad,” Sam says, still stroking your cheeks, “We’ve gotta punish you.”

Dean let go of you and walked over to the closet. You soon realized it was Dean’s room that you had stumbled into and attempted to hide in. Dean approached the closet, opening it. You couldn’t see him as Sam made you look at him but you could hear Dean russling around in his closet. Eventually he pulled out a box. He approached his bed and pulled out two ropes. He looked to his brother, “Undress her.”

Sam smirked and turned to you, “Just hold still, baby, okay? Make it easy on me.” You whimpered and shook your head and Sam’s eyes got darker, “I said hold fucking still. Do you wanna be hurt? Cause I’ll hurt you, baby.” You whimpered again but held yourself straight. Even though the situation wasn’t ideal, you had to admit, you were kind of into it. Sam undressed you until you were nude and exposed to everyone in the room. This wasn’t a new thing to Sam, you two had sex a decent amount, but the soulless and Dean part was all new. Dean smirked at the view of your backside he got. A whistle left his lips and your face got warm.

“Sammy, your girl’s so pretty. You should share her more often,” Dean said, with a smirk. Sam just chuckled in response.

“Get on the bed,” Sam pushed you forward and you quickly got on the bed, on your back. You didn’t want him hurting you. Dean smirked at the sight of you.

“Fuck, Sammy,” he mumbled, “If I was you I’d be balls deep in this every night of the week.” Dean started tying your wrists to the headboard, not bothering to check if the ropes were too tight before doing the same with your ankles, making sure your legs were spread. Your face was burning in embarrassment, and Dean noticed, “What? Embarrassed? About little old me?”

This situation was still less than ideal, your boyfriend and his brother were heartless. But with how hot the two of them were above you, you couldn’t find it in you to care. Your heart was still beating out of your chest but you found yourself getting into this situation. You slowly nodded, answering Dean’s question. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked, baby,” Sam muttered under his breath, running a finger up your slit. You shivered at the sudden contact, his skin was cold. Sam smirked at this and kept teasing your slit, refusing to touch your clit or push anything into your hole. Dean stood off to the side, watching his brother play with you. As he watched, his lips curled into a smirk. You instantly knew he had a devious idea, and the thought of that both excited and scared you.

“Hey princess, why don’t we play a little game?” Dean purred, digging around in his box of toys. Sam watched Dean with curious eyes, wondering what his next move would be. 

“I don’t know,” you mumble, feeling a bit uncomfortable. You watched as Dean pulled out a blindfold.

“Shhh, it’s okay, princess,” Dean cooed, coming over to you, “We’re just gonna have some fun with you. We’re gonna put this on you and have some fun with you and after a few minutes we’re going to make you guess who it was. You guess right, you get a reward, you guess wrong? Well you’ll see what happens then.”

“B-But I’ve never been touched by you before, Dean,” you looked up at him, eyes wide. 

“But you’ve been touched by Sammy plently, so if it feels unfamiliar than it’s probably me, hm?” Dean explained.

“You’ll do great, baby,” Sam took the blindfold from Dean and covered your eyes. Everything was instantly dark. It was already scary enough fucking the two heartless Winchesters but the added on loss of a sense made it even scarier. Not that you got a choice in the matter, you knew they would be having their fun, whether you were willing or not. It’s not as if you’ve never thought of this before, being completely at Sam and Dean’s mercy. As much as you’d never cheat on Sammy, you have thought about be taken by both of them at the same time. You even found yourself browsing through some of the ‘Dean x Reader x Sam’ written by the Supernatural book community. There was a specific one you remembered that featured Soulless Sam and Demon Dean, and it turned you on more than you’d ever admit. You were brought out of your thoughts by a set of hands on your body, and a pair of lips on yours. 

The hands were big, rough, but the lips were soft, gentle. You found yourself leaning up to kiss the man on top of you back. His hands roamed your body, groping your tits, your hips, your ass. A low growl was let out as you opened your mouth to let him explore. Soon enough, he was biting your bottom lip, ignoring the gasp you let out. His hands got more and more rough, squeezing at your tits and ass. You let out a whine as he played with you, and a small smack was placed on your hip, as somewhat of a warning not to complain. After another moment, the man stepped away and Dean’s voice, “Okay, princess, guess.”

You thought for a moment, Sam was normally rather gentle with you, unless you’d pissed him off and he hadn’t been pissed off at all today..It had to be Dean.

“D-Dean?” You stuttered out and a low chuckle left Sam’s lips.

“Nope,” Sam answered, “It was me, pretty girl.”

“O-Oh..” you replied, suddenly very nervous and scared. What were they gonna do? The boys chuckled in unison at your fear.

“That’s okay, princess, you have two more wrong guesses until you get punished,” Dean explained and it went silent again for another few minutes before a pair of lips was on your neck, kissing. The man on top of you didn’t touch your body, he just kissed your neck before beginning to litter hickeys all over it. He was relentless, never letting up for longer than a few seconds. He spent a long time sucking hickeys onto your neck and marking you up. Moans and whimpers left your lips but he didn’t smack you like Sam did. That was what you noticed and decided would be the deciding key. Eventually, after what you assumed to be ten minutes, he pulled away. 

“Guess,” Sam said.

“Dean,” you said, confidently and Dean smirked.

“That’s right, princess. Marked you all up so everyone knows you’re ours,” Dean said with a smirk. Another minute passed before you felt hot breath on your soaked core. After a moment, a tongue dipped forward and began circling your clit. You bit your lip and a smack was placed upon your thigh at this.

“Let us hear you,” Sam spoke up, but you couldn’t tell if the voice came from between your legs or from elsewhere. You pondered this for a moment and let your lip go as the tongue on your clit kept going. Eventually the man inbetween your legs leaned in and started to suck on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as he worked. Quiet moans and whimpers left your lips as he worked on you. After just a minute or two, he had you shaking as you came on his tongue, but his didn’t let up.

“Please-!” You called out, pulling out the restraints but the ropes were tight, it just caused a burning sensation on your wrists. You stopped pulling but whined as the tongue was relentless, “Sam, Dean, please!” But neither of the boys answered you, continuing to work you towards the edge. Soon enough, a finger was pushed into your greedy, wet hole. Your loud moan echoed throughout the room as he did. Soon enough you were clenching around the finger, nearing another orgasm, but just as you were about to go over that edge, he stopped. An even louder whine left your throat, as the man got up. You heard the loud sound of one of them sucking their finger clean. 

“Such a little slut,” Sam muttered, “Guess.”

Your brain malfunctioned for a second, you completely forgot the point of the game. Shit, who was between your legs?

“Sam?” You guessed, genuinely having no reasoning.

“Nope, was me, princess,” Dean spoke up and a light smack was placed against your thigh, “You better start guessing right or you’re in for a punishment, baby girl.” You gulped, waiting for their next move. After a moment, another man was between your legs and above you. You felt the tip of a cock rubbing against your slit. You let out a whine at the teasing and eventually the man pushed in. You instantly knew who it was, you knew that cock anywhere. You were partially relieved, you wouldn’t need a punishment but part of you was also curious. What would the punishment be? Would they get rougher? 

The man bottomed out and just sat there for a minute, before giving a few slow, deep thrusts. The cock didn’t come back out but Dean’s voice came from above you.

“Who is it, princess? Who’s inside your slutty pussy right now?”

You knew it was your Sammy but something compelled you to answer a different way.

“Dean.”

This time both of the boys chuckled in a sort of sick, twisted way. 

“Wrong,” Dean leaned down and whispered into your ear. You shivered at this and soon enough the blindfold was removed. Sure enough, Sam was inbetween your legs, balls deep in your pussy, while Dean stood off to the side. You noticed that both of them were fully undressed. Your eyes flashed to Dean’s dick and you found yourself licking your lips. Dean’s hand grapped a fistful of your hair and pulled on it, forcing you to look up at him, “Did ya hear me, slut? You were wrong, you’re going to get punished.” Dean then looked to his brother, “What should we do to her Sammy?”

Sam licked his lips for a second, eyeing up your body, before responding, “It’s hard to pick. We could stick something in her pussy and just leave her here for a while. We could hurt her, I know she’s a little pain slut. We could use these holes until she’s sobbing. We could even call Crowley and some of his demons over, let them have a couple rounds with her.” You made a face of digust, but your pussy told the truth, as you clenched down on Sam’s cock. Sam chuckled, “What do you think, Dean? Wanna let her be a little cum dump for everyone we know?”

“As much as that intrigues me, she’s ours for right now. Maybe we’ll leave her here after we’ve had our fill and let her be used by a couple of our buddies,” Dean said, laughing when your eyes filled with fear, “But for now, I think our little whore deserves to be treated like the little whore she is.” Sam chuckled, reaching forward and pinching your nipples, hard. A yelp left your throat but Sam ignored it, twisting them. Another sick amd twisted smirk formed on Dean’s face as he watched his brother hurt you. Sam slowly started fucking you again, still going in slow, deep thrusts. He kept your nipples in his fingers and he kept occasionally twisting them, ignoring the look of pain on your face because he could feel you clenching down on his cock. You were too focused on the pain to notice Dean speaking to you, “Open up.”

After you didn’t answer right away, a slap was placed upon your cheek and you were instantly looking at Dean with wide, scared eyes. He repeated himself, “Open. your. mouth.” You instantly obeyed, sticking your tongue out and suddenly Dean was forcing his cock down your throat. No minute to adjust, his cock was instantly down your cock. You gagged and sputtered but he ignored it, gripping your hair roughly and making your head go up and down on his cock. Sam sped up his thrusts, continuing to twist and pinch your nipples with one hand while the other came down and smacked your clit.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned out, “She’s such a little whore.” 

“I know, man, she thinks I actually like her but truthfully I just like having a little obidient fuck toy. Just an object to help get my dick wet.”

If you weren’t being played with, that comment would’ve hurt but in your current predicament it just made your pussy twitch. Sam brought his hand down onto your clit again and you moaned around Dean’s dick. Both boys sped up their pace at the same time and you were once again gagging on the dick down your throat. Dean didn’t care though, he was getting his fill. You let out a loud moan, nearly screaming as Sam hit your cervix with his thrusts.

“Aww, is my cock to big for your little pussy?” Sam asked, smacking your clit again. You were pushed over the edge at that and started cumming around Sam’s cock. Sam felt this but he didn’t stopped, still thrusting. You whined but they didn’t care.

“Be a good fuck doll, good fuck dolls stay quiet,” Dean commented, wrapping his hand around your throat. He lightly squeezed down and groaned when he could feel himself buried in your throat. He kept his hand tight around your throat and continued using your throat. Squelching noises came from both ends of your body as they used you. Suddenly, Dean pulled out, biting his lip and stroking his cock over your face. Sam watched, smirking. The boys eyes met and they came in unison, Sam in your wet cunt, while Dean came all over your face. Your eyes squeezed shut as cum splashed in them but Dean just laughed, reaching forward, holding one open and purposely getting his cum in it, “Act like a slut, get treated like one.” Tears fell down your face at the cums in your eyes and a choked out sob left your throat. Sam joined Dean in laughing. The boys laughed at you as you kept tearing up, trying to get your vision back to normal. Cum was all over the rest of your face as well, lips, nose, and even your hair. After a few minutes, you sniffled, and managed to be able to keep your eyes open.

“You done bein a baby?” Sam asked, pulling out. The boys switched position and your eyes went wide.

“W-What’re you doin?”

“Did you think we were done with you, princess?” Dean asked, as he lined himself up with your pussy.

“That’s too bad, baby, because watching your little crying fit just got us hard again. Besides, you wanna give Dean a turned with your pussy, dontcha?” Sam smirked.

You hesitated for a moment but silently nodded, embarassed. Sam chuckled, and lined his cock up with your lips. The boys made eye contact before entering you in a swift movement, both at the same time. You gagged on Sam’s cock as well. Sam’s cock was bigger than Dean’s, so it hurt more in your throat but Dean’s didn’t hit your cervix as he entered your pussy. You were greatful for this, as Sam had probably arleady bruised it and it already was sore. Dean set a fast pace, and you moaned around Sam’s cock. Sam set a much slower pace, enjoying watching you choke on his cock. 

“Her pussy’s so tight, Sammy,” Dean commented, “You’re a lucky man.”

“I sure am,” Sam said, “I got the best fuck toy of them all. Even if she’s a whiny little bitch sometimes.” You choked each time Sam bottomed out in your throat but Sam didn’t care, whatsoever.

“Ever made her squirt?” Dean asked, smirking

“Once or twice,” Sam replied, speeding up his thrusts into your throat a little bit. 

“Wanna see a cool trick?” Dean asked with a smirk and Sam nodded. Suddenly you screamed around Sam’s cock, at the feeling of Dean pushing two fingers into your pussy with his cock, “Come on, slut. Don’t be a fucking baby.” Tears filled your eyes at the stretch, it hurt. But Dean didn’t care. He kept thrusting, and began to finger you at the same time, finding your g-spot and roughly pushing his fingers against it. You let out a loud scream again at this. Sam smirked and watched intently while you choked on his cock. As Dean had mentioned, after just over a minute, you were becoming a water founation on Dean’s dick. Sam’s eyes went wide and his dick twitched in your throat. Sam pulled out nearly all the way, leaving his cock to rest on your tongue. He stroked it while watching you squirt all over Dean and he let out a groan, cumming onto your tongue.

 He pulled his cock back, “Stick your tongue out.” You did as told, a pool of Sam’s cum still resting on your tongue, “Now keep that there while Dean finishes his fun with you. Dean didn’t let up after you squirted. Whines and whimpers left your lips as Dean continued to use you, but you were focused on keeping Sam’s cum where he told you to. Sam watched, intently, “Oh and if you spill a drop of that, we’re gonna invite Crowley over and let him have his way with you. All night long.” You couldn’t help it as you moaned loudly and began squirting on Dean’s dick.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned, cumming deep inside you as your pussy convulsed around him again. He let his thrusting stop and he pulled his fingers out, rubbing your clit, hoping to make your squirt last longer, “You like that idea, slut?”

“I bet she does,” Sam said, smirking, looking at your face. Your eyes were crossed, tongue was out, but like a good girl, you managed to keep Sam’s cum resting on your tongue, “Good girl, baby. Swallow.” You instantly swallowed it and pushed your tongue out again to show that it was gone. 

“Andddd scene,” Dean joked, pulling out. A genuine smile appeared on Sam’s face.

“You okay, baby? We weren’t too rough?” Sam asked, while Dean started untying you. 

“Come on, Sammy, she loved it.”

You smiled at Dean and shook your head, looking into the eyes of your loving boyfriend, who was in fact, not soulless. 

“Good,” Sam smiled and stroked your cheek gently, “Had so much fun, baby.”

“Same time tomorrow?” Dean joked, which earned him a harsh glare from you, “Fine fine, no same time tomorrow.” A light laugh left all of your guy’s throats and Sam leaned down, giving you a long kiss. Luckily, these men weren’t a demon and a soulless man, they were your boyfriend and his brother, who just happened to stumble upon a fic you were reading and both cared for you deeply. 

Sam pulled away after a moment, “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Sammy.”

[topofmythighs]

demon dean smut 👀👀👀

speaking in tongue

demon!dean winchester x she/her reader

rundown: it's gettin' hawt in here!!! demon!dean fucks his gf and that's basically it

word count: 3k

warnings: where do we start? corruption!kink, sub x dom themes, oral, p in v pen., master!kink, cnc???, pain!kink, breeding!kink,

navigating the depths of her relationship with dean has always been difficult; he is the definition of closed off. working through typical relationship issues is easy for the two of them, but it’s the most profound secrets that dean keeps locked away even from sam that drive them apart. still, even with the disagreements and frequent pleas for dean to let her into his mind, she stays, because she promised she would.

it’s difficult, though, to not poke and prod at the mind of her lover as he shifts from mortal to demon.

dean’s more violent — hedonistic, even — but he’s almost more open than her true lover is. as the two of them sit across from each other at the bunker’s table, drinks in hand, she can’t help but purse her lips at the thought of asking more.

“go ahead, sweetheart,” dean smirks. 

she sighs as she stares into her drink, nervous to look up and see the green eyes of her lover replaced with depthless, soulless black ones. she wishes sam was here — she knows he would want to ask questions, too — but he had to flea the bunker with castiel. (he begrudgingly left her there, but with dean’s lack of plans to harm her, sam trusted that she would call him if something went wrong.) 

“it’s hard to not pick your brain,” she finally says, looking up slowly at dean.

he smirks, taking a swig of his drink. “i’m an open book.”

“yeah, but, he’s not.” she sighs, also taking a drink of her whiskey. “i just - i want to know what he thinks of me. i need to know. i know he loves me — we’ve been together for what feels like forever — but he’s just so shut-out and--“

“and don’t you think it’s time you know what he thinks of you, sweetheart?” dean asks, looking at her with a quizzed look so human that she almost believes she’s talking to dean. within an instant, he’s at her side, leaning against the table. his warm, calloused hand, the same as dean's, cups her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. she swallows thickly as her blood freezes up in her body. “you know he loves you, sweetheart. i’ve always been here — watching, waiting to come out and talk to you. to tell you what he thinks of you, how he feels about you.”

“do i want to know?” she whispers, feeling the grip on her jaw tighten. 

she’s scared and flustered. her mind is swirling, trying to wrap around itself that this is not dean in any other way than physically. he lets her jaw go with a quick jerk, crouching down in front of her. 

“he thinks about you all the time. touching you, fucking you,” he purrs. he watches the blush rise on her face, and just to be an asshole, he tacks on, “it’s gross, to be honest.”

“keep it in your pants,” she mutters, glaring at him and drinking down her whiskey. 

he spins her chair to face him. sitting down on his knees, he places his hands on hers, gripping hard. 

“ow,” she winces. “please,” she says, “please take your hands off of me.”

“ah, ah, ah. what you aren’t getting, sweetheart,” he says coldly, “is that even if you hate me, you love him.” he pushes himself up off of the ground and leans in close to her. “and right now, we are one.”

she stares into his eyes and shakily puts her hands on his cheeks as his hands grip tight on the arms of the chair. “baby,” she whispers, pleading. “if you can hear me, please know i’m here.”

“he knows, sweetheart,” dean whispers. “he can hear you. we can hear you.” dean looks into her eyes, smiling pridefully at her. 

she takes a deep breath in, looking one last time into his green eyes, before guiding his lips to hers. she kisses him deeply, trying to feel dean amidst the demon.

“not so fast,” dean says. his ultimate speed has their positions flipped within seconds. she sits on his lap, hands still on his cheeks. “if we’re doing this, and trust me, we want this,” he purrs, “you need to understand that you don’t control me.” she nods quickly, frightened to do anything he doesn’t want her to. “but just because i’m some cold-blooded killer that has it out for every mortal around him,” he chuckles, “doesn’t mean i’m gonna hurt you, sweetheart. i don't want no angels or hunters after me. i don’t have a death wish.”

“they couldn’t stop you anyway,” she whispers, feeling herself relax into his hands that are tight on her hips.

he smiles at her. “that’s my girl.” 

his hands find her hair quickly, pulling her down into a deep kiss. her arms wrap around his neck as her body slowly sinks down onto his. she’s still unsure if her heart has stopped beating, but she feels his hand find her lower back and gently press her body down more.

“you’re okay, sweetheart,” dean murmers, and she swears that was really him. her legs finally relax and settle themselves on either side of his thigh, feeling the denim-to-denim contact. her arms tighten around him, and her lips find his neck where she places small kisses up and down it. 

testing the waters, she grabs a fistful of dean’s hair at the back of his neck as she kisses it, and she feels his hips buck up to hers.

“god,” dean whispers. “don’t make me feel like some desperate teenager here, baby girl.”

she smiles as she continues to kiss. she gently grinds her hips down against his thigh, staying very close to his body and keeping her movements slow. “don’t mean to,” she whispers back. “just trying to enjoy all of you.”

"we've got time, baby," he purrs, his hands roaming her thighs. he tilts his head back, savouring the wet, open-mouthed kisses that she continues to leave all over his throat.

the grip his hands have on her thighs leaves a searing pain behind, so she pushes herself away from his delicious skin to peek and see if the denim of her jeans has been burned away. she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, wincing as he squeezes harder.

she stares at her thighs, expecting burning flesh to be escaping the denim, but there's nothing there.

"ow," she whines, eyes meeting the demon's soulless black ones.

he smirks at her, peeling his hands off her thighs. "feel that?"

"yeah, it hurts like hell," she mumbles.

her jaw is grabbed once again by the familiar calloused hand, and her mouth hangs open slightly.

"i didn't ask for the attitude, sweetheart," dean snarls. "all that pain? means your little boyfriend is here, feeling all of this and watching us like a pervert in a movie theatre."

his eyes melt green again, and the combination of a mention of a mortal dean mixed with his luscious green eyes allows her body to fall slack. she drops back down onto dean's thighs and drools, coating his hand in spit. he smiles slyly at her, pulling his hand off her face before leaving a hard, aggressive slap to her cheek. he places his thumb in her still-open mouth and forces her face back to his. her mouth instinctively closes around his thumb.

"my good girl," he says, a hand finding her waist.

she smiles around his thumb, her cheek wet from her own spit being slapped onto it. she very slowly leans forward until her head rests on dean's shoulder and gently grabs hold of dean's wrist. she rests against him for a moment, feeling the pulse of his cock against her core every time she sucks on his thumb (she swears her heartbeat matches the rhythm of his dick.). her body goes slack, recovering from the pain in her thighs and on her face.

if she was in any other state of mind, she would be the utmost apprehensive woman in the world. if dean truly is watching, she has no doubt in her mind that he will condemn her for feeling safe in the arms of a demon. but as she lays here with her head on his shoulder and his protective arm around her, she wonders if there's some form of loneliness that drives a demon's anarchy.

she sits up, tired of thinking. she gently pulls his thumb out of her mouth, then presses a kiss to his lips. her shakey fingers unbutton his red shirt, and she feels a surge of wetness overtake her when she feels how incredibly hot dean's skin is.

dean can't help but admire her. he watches her as she licks her lips, and he feels his shirt coming undone. her eyes are huge and innocent, glistening like she's experiencing this for the first time. he knows she's focusing too much on the heat of his skin, overthinking about how close dean of the subconscious is watching, so he guides her hands to the tent in his jeans.

"we want you, sweetheart," he purrs, his hand looming over hers.

"take me," she whispers, so quiet that even with exaggerated senses, dean can barely hear her.

his inhumane speed brings her up onto the table with her jeans pulled off her legs. he smirks at her soaked thong - once a baby pink turned a deep rose from the amount of wetness her body has made. he pulls her to the edge of the table, kneeling down on the floor to press kisses to her thighs.

her hands try to push his head away. "no, please! he hasn't - it's been too long! i don't want you there, i want him."

dean smiles up at her from in between her thighs. "he's always here, babygirl."

he pulls her underwear to the side, immediately licking up all of the slick that her warm pussy made. she releases a loud, pornstar moan, her hands finding dean's hair quickly. he kisses her pussy, and she swears she can hear him growling from in between her thighs. she moans louder, hoping his dick throbs harder.

it must have, because his mouth finds her clit and sucks hard, eliciting a long, loud whine from her spit-covered lips. her hands are tight in his hair, the tension in her body having nowhere to escape but her hands. dean continues to lick and suck at her clit, making her whine and moan like she's never been touched before.

"need, need you," she groans, feeling dean's fingers dig deep into her thighs.

he comes up for air, pressing kisses anywhere he can. she swears she feels her dean here with her.

"need me?" dean whispers, his eyes staring into hers. she moans at his deep voice, swearing it rumbles through her. her head tilts back, and, within mere seconds, her body bounces off of dean's soft, memory foam mattress. she hears her breath catch in her throat, to which he smirks. "too fast for you, sweetheart?"

she shakes her head quickly as her hands find his belt and button. "like it," she mutters, her thoughts flowing too quickly to focus on anything but touching dean's cock.

when it sits in the palm of her hand, hard and hot, she whines and feels a gush of wetness fall over the tops of her thighs. she immediately tries to position his cock against her entrance, but he grabs her wrist.

"one thing about us, sweetheart," dean says, "is nothing turns us on more than watching those angel eyes suck cock." he smirks at her as she nods feverishly.

he flips their positions, allowing himself to sit against the headboard while she lays in between his thighs. her ass is high in the air as she wraps her hand around his cock again, licking up his long, veiny cock. he grabs her hair immediately, allowing her brain to turn off and her mouth to be used.

"pretty girl," dean mumbles, moaning as he face fucks her. her eyes are glazed over when she looks up at him, and she moans around his cock as those beautiful, green eyes watch her suck his cock. he holds her head down, her nose just an inch away from his pelvis. she gags, and usually dean would let up, but this time, he holds her head still.

she moves her hands up his thighs, digging her nails into them, letting him know it's too much. he doesn't let up until she draws blood just one gag later.

"bitch," he mutters, as he pulls her up by her hair. he watches his doll catch her breath, a long line of spit keeping her mouth connected to his cock. her eyes are watery, and a few tears have slipped down her face. small traces of makeup are smeared over her face.

their eyes meet, and his black, soulless ones switch back to his crystal clear, serpentine green eyes. he immediately pulls her onto him, his large protective hands rubbing her back. "i'm sorry, angel," he mutters.

she pulls herself up, and her legs straddle his hips. she keeps herself close to him as he kisses her head. his kisses lead onto her face, eliciting a small, fucked-out smile from her.

"it's okay, master," she whispers, peeling his hands from her face and pressing kisses onto his wrists, desperate to feel the human in him. as she does, he rubs his cock over her wet pussy, making her whine and hide her face in his hand.

she grabs his hand and tangles their fingers together, pushing herself up onto her knees to sink down onto his cock. she watches her boyfriend's face fall into the expression it always does when she takes it all; his mouth open, eyes closed, and his chest tight with air.

"i'll always let you do whatever you want to me, sir," she says, rocking her hips back and forth on his dick.

he smacks her ass, and a deep burning sensation flows through her veins. she knows her dean is gone again, taken over by the demon yet again.

"good girl," he says, watching her intently. he watches exactly where their bodies connect.

whether it's the demon's energy coursing through her boyfriend's body or the fact that she hasn't been fucked this hard in a few months, she finds it hard to take all of dean's cock. still, she does her best, feeling electricity course through her pussy whenever she sinks down all the way. she knows from the burning that dean is there. trapped in his mind, but he's there.

knowing he's there brings her an odd source of comfort. she wants to put on a show for him, and she wants to stay on this demon's good side. she hopes that he can feel everything the way she is. she rocks her hips again, feeling dean's fat cock hit her g-spot. she lets out a very loud moan, squeezing dean's hand harder as she rides.

dean groans, too. "fuck, babygirl," he mutters. "so fucking wet."

she caresses his face with her free hand, stilling her hips. "sir?" she asks quietly.

he smirks at her shyness, bucking his hips up into her. "yes, sweetheart?"

she squeezes his hand again, and to her surprise, he squeezes back. her hands feel like she's touching a hot stove. she blushes, knowing dean's right there. "make me squirt?"

his eyes roll back as he groans, and his lightning speed flips them into doggy quickly. he places her head into the pillows and grabs her hips, fucking her soaking wet pussy hard and fast.

"sir, sir, fuck!" she screams, feeling her hips burn where his fingertips squeeze. "i need," she moans. "need your cum."

"fuck, sweetheart," dean says, slowing down his speed a bit. he chuckles. "your boyfriend in here does not want me to do that."

her laboured breathing makes her choke out, "since when did you care?"

he laughs again. "you're a dirty whore. i like it."

she smiles into the pillows and wiggles her ass, begging for him to fuck her harder. he finds his rhythm again, and within a moment, she's finding his wrist and squeezing hard as she cums around his cock.

"don't stop, sir, please, don't stop!" she can feel the tension in her tummy build up again, and she's excited to see how worked up her mortal body can make a demon.

he keeps his pace, slapping her ass and fucking her pussy deep.

"fuck, your pussy is so good, doll," he mutters. "you want a demon to cum in you?"

she nods her head yes. "want your babies," she whispers, instantly regretting her dirty words.

dean haults, flipping her onto her back. "gonna watch that pretty face."

she smiles, grabbing his face for a kiss. his hands fist the pillow around her head, and he fucks her wet, warm pussy until his cum spills into her. the feeling of his thick load inside her makes that rope in her tummy snap, and she's begging him to fuck her hard again. he does, and she squirts as he fucks his cum deeper into her.

she cries out loudly as her body winds down from its high. dean switches them so she can lay on his chest. he rubs her body all over, and if her mind wasn't gone, she would easily overthink why he's showing her any sort of care.

her leg loosely wraps around his hips, and her arms wrap around his chest. he presses kisses to her head, petting her hair.

"y'know," he starts. "takes a real strong man to fight off total possession." she nods dumbly against his chest, just happy to feel the vibrations of his voice from his chest in her ear. "your man's got a lot of willpower to get back to you, sweetheart."

she nods again, pulling herself onto him more. "thank you for not hurting me, dean."

he smiles at her, and his hands continue to rub all over her body. "i still don't have a death wish, babygirl."

[holylulusworld]

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Like in 2019, 2020, 2021 & 2022, I will post a kinky, fluffy, angsty or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st, 2023.

Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until the release date.). The release date may change at any time.

ANGST/SMUT/FLUFF

October 1st: Forbidden Lust (2) sequel to Forbidden Lust

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink: Homewrecker kink

Requested by: @jayyyyyyy-stuff

October 2nd: Rekindle

Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x Exgirlfriend!Reader

Trope: Reunion

October 3rd: Very tight places sequel to Cramped & Tight places

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Kink: Claustrophilia

October 4th: Footloose

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Trope: Enemies to lovers

October 5th: Serve your Soldier

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Kink: Collars

October 6th: Falling leaves

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Sunny vs grumpy

October 7th: Blaze of glory

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Glad-to-Be-Alive Sex/Victory sex

October 8th: Two Bikes (1)

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader; Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Angst

October 9th: Golden Retriever

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader

Kink: Crops / Spanking

Idea by: anon

October 10th: One autumn night

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Trope: a/b/o

Idea by: anon

October 11th: I'm the best

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Kink: Breeding kink

Idea by: anon

October 12th: Breathless sequel to Take my breath away

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Trope: Secret crush

October 13th: One Summer night

Pairing: Cultleader!Thor Odinson

Kink: Sex Cult

October 14th: Snuggle time

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Trope: Cuddling & snuggling

Idea by: anon

October 15th: The cabin in the woods

Pairing: Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Kink/Trope: Choking

October 16th: Not in my car

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Love confessions

Requested by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 17th: Backpack

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Kink: Thigh riding

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 18th: Sex you up

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Chubby!Reader

Kink: Size kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

October 19th: Fulfilment

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Pregnancy

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 20th: Triad (1)

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader

Kink: Dom / Sub

Idea by: anon

October 21st: Autumnal love

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Trope: Carving pumpkins

Idea by: anon

October 22nd: Unwanted Mate (Bucky's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader

Kink: Threesome

October 23rd: Rescue you

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

October 24th: Right there

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Kink: Pegging

Idea by: @flory-alexandra

October 25th: Deepest love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by: @elle14-blog1

October 26th: Demon knife

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Trope: Friends to enemies

October 27th: Sunrise sequel to Beyond the soldier & After the eclipse

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Kink/Trope: Quirofilia/Nursed Back to Health

Requested by: @clarinette07

October 28th: Naughty School Adventures (1)

Pairing: Janitor!Sam Winchester x Teacher!Reader x Gymteacher!Dean Winchester

Kink: Cucking

Idea by: @moosekateer13

October 29th: Unwanted Mate (Steve's version)

Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader

Trope: Unrequited feelings

October 30th: Taped on video

Pairing: J3 x fem!Reader

Kink: BDSM

Requested by @moosekateer13

Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR

October 31st: The past always catches up

Pairing: Winter Soldier x former Hydra!(fem) Reader

Trope: Villain Reader

October 31st: Dreams of sharp teeth

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Trope: Monster AU

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

[thequeenofneverland1]

Edward Cullen///Jealousy is everywhere

Request by @misskitty1912-blog: Hi can I request Edward Cullen x Plus size female reader is sam and dean Winchester sister and is best friends with Castiel and Gabriel x Stefan Salvatore featuring jealous elane and bella but elane is with Damon and bella is with Jacob

Warnings: Bella Swan and Elena Gilbert bashing, mentioned of tying to shoot, death but reborn, mentioned of Dean being a demon and your other brother Sam being a soulless, parents death and more probably

A/N: Stefan and Caroline are going to be a couple in here if you guys don't like it then don't read, but rather than that I hope you love it if you don’t let me know and I’ll unwrite but if you do enjoy and thank you for requesting love!!

You looked at your family picture frame as tears were falling down your cheeks as you kissed the frame and you felt Edward wrapped his arms around you and he kissed your forehead “oh sweetheart don’t cry.”

You wipe off your tears and you lay the frame down on your shared bed. "It's hard not to."

He grabbed your hands with a sad smile, "I know sweetie but seeing you cry breaks me."

You leaned against his chest as he comforted you. “It's been years that I haven’t seen my best friends and my brothers.”

He pressed a kiss on your shoulder as he played with your hair. “We can go see them whenever you want, sweetheart.”

you smiled as you looked at him with love, "I don't know if Dean is still a demon or if Sam is still soulless if so it’s dangerous for us to be near.”

“What about your friends? They haven’t contacted you with updates of your brothers?” He asked

You shook your head. “no they’re probably l still mad or too busy trying to find a way to bring my brothers back.”

Edward was about to say something else when he heard your phone get a message from Stefan Salvatore, and saw you read the message

“Honey what did he say?” He asked trying to hide his jealousy since you told him that you were Stefan first crush

You rolled your eyes playful since you know that Edward is being jealous. “My love you know that I only love you and that I only have eyes for you whatever Stefan or I felt it’s in the past.”

He crossed his arms as he rolled his eyes, not trying to smile "so what does he want?"

“He’s inviting us to his wedding with Caroline Forbes.” You showed him the invitation that you got from Stefan on your phone

He looked over your shoulder then he looked at you. “isn’t she friends with that girl who's jealous of your friendship with Stefan?”

Before putting your phone down you saved the invitation and texted Stefan that you were going. “not anymore she stopped being friends with Elena when she made Caroline choose between me and her.”

He laughed as he shook his head. “That's Karma, that's what happens when you make someone choose she deserves that and even more.”

“Why are you letting Stefan and Caroline invite Y/n to their wedding?” Elena asked angrily after finding out that they send you the wedding invitation

Damon crossed his arms. “It's not my wedding Elena, they have the right to invite whoever they want, it’s their wedding, not mine, I don’t know why you don’t like her, she’s a great woman.”

She fumed as she rolled her eyes, “what’s so great about her? She’s nothing but a boring and stupid woman.”

“Listen here Y/n’s is Stefan's best friend and Caroline sees her as a sister, so if you don’t want to be uninvited to the wedding I suggest you to be quiet and to show her respect when she comes. ” He warns being done with Elena bullshit and jealousy

“Then I am not going.” She sat down on the couch, crossing her arms

“Then don’t come, that's fine with me I would rather not have you come if you’re going to be complaining the whole time.” He stormed off ignoring Elena calls out

Your family and you are at Isle Esme For a couple of days to get some fresh air and to get away from people and everything

“Finally a nice family vacation for the first time ever since that accident.” Emmett said as he looked around.

“I know right two weeks far from stupid people and it’s stupid problems:” Rosalie said agreeing with her husband Emmett

“Y/n?” Alice asked, pulling you aside from them “I need to tell you something that I saw.”

“What’s up?” You asked sounding confused on what she’s going to tell you since that look on her it looks like it’s something serious

She looks over at the family who was laughing and talking then at you, “I saw that your blood family is trying to find a way to get in contact with you.”

“What?” You asked as tears started to fall down from your cheeks “how if dean is a demon and Sam is soulless? And my best friends are probably still mad at me. You saw how they reacted when I told them that I married Edward and that he turned me into a vampire.”

She grabbed your shoulders before pulling you into a hug as she rubbed your back “not anymore honey I saw that your brothers and best friends are going to make a trip to Forks anytime soon.”

You wiped off your tears and pulled away from Alice gently. “I’m really happy to hear that, but I’m scared of my brothers reaction when I tell them that I married a vampire and that he turned me.”

“I know, but they'll understand why Edward had it to do it, you were basically dying but he saved you and you were reborn as a vampire.” She tried to reassure you

“I honestly don't know me and my brothers grew up as hunters and they'll be asking what I was doing that almost caused me to lose my life and why I married Edward.” You told her

“I was planning if you're not ready to tell them that you're a vampire we can get you contact lenses that match your human color eyes.” She smiles

“That’s a good idea and I love it but wearing them will make my eyes really irritated like the other time that I tried to use them and also they will find out the truth one way or the other and I really do want them to find out from me rather than for them to find out from someone else.”

“Yeah, that would suck if they were to be told by someone else rather than you. Maybe if they heard it from you they’ll understand and hopefully be happy for you guys” she said with hope

You laughed “Probably but in my mind I’m not trying to picture them not trying to shoot him because after all they’re hunters and really overprotective of me and dating someone mostly if he’s a vampire they will get really crazy.”

She laughs too "Do you think your brothers would do that? even if Edward's is their brother in law.”

You nodded your head "Yeah even if Edward is their brother in law they would still go crazy when it comes to vampires and me you don't know how overprotected they would get when I would go hunting with them and when I would bring the men over just don't tell Edward.”

Bella and Jacob arrived in Mystic falls days earlier before the wedding since Elena told her to since she made a plan to ruin your happiness and she wants her to be included in the plan

“So What’s the Plan?” Bella asked

Elena hands Bella a glass of water "Oh you're going to love it!!”

Bella takes a sip as she smiles “ tell me I want to know!!”

"So her brothers are not aware of her being married and her being a vampire.” Elena smirks

Bella raised an eyebrow, "Not following."

“Okay, so Y/n and her family are hunters, I mean just her friends and her brothers so think how would they react to know that their sister is dating a supernatural? Mostly if she's one as well.” Elena explains with a smirk on her face

"Say what? A hunter turned into a vampire? it seems like she betrayed her kind. Man we could tell her brothers that she is dating one of the supernatural and that she's one.” Bella smirks as well

“There you go, so I sent them an anonymous email to come to Mystic falls and They responded with an ok and that they will be here.”

“I can’t wait to see that look on Y/N’s face covered with sadness and tears. ”Bella laughs“ having no one but the Cullens comforting her since her brothers will hate her.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think about that and what is going to make me more angry that not only will she be comforted by Cullens but by my boyfriend and friends as well.” Elena fumed

Bella crossed her arms "tell me about it, Jacob will also be comforting her too, what's so special about her?”

"I agree but anyways, let's plan what we're going to wear for the wedding."

“Are you sure it’s safe for us to go to Mystic falls? What if it’s a trap?” Sam asked concerned for the safety of his brother and me

“I doubt it, and yeah I know that the Person that sent us that gmail was anonymous. I believe there’s no harm in going.” Dean said trying to erase his brother worries

“I hope you're right brother.”

“I'll go with you guys.” Castiel volunteers

“Count me in.” Gabriel smiles hoping that Dean and Sam would let him go with them

Dean and Sam looked at each other to see if one another were okay with Gabriel coming, and he smiled when both Dean and Sam gave him a approval nod

you smiled when you saw your friends waiting for you and your family with happy smiles on their faces except for Elena and Bella who were crossing their arms

you thanked your husband for opening the door for you as Caroline run up to you, hugging you really fast, almost making you fall down

"I'm so happy that you're here you don't know how much I have missed you.” Caroline smiles as she lets out tears “I Feel like it’s been forever since I saw you.”

"Since my wedding where I got told that my parents were dead, and that my brothers were out there.” You smiled sadly “but today is not the time to be sad, tomorrow is your wedding.”

“The wedding is today, but I can't wait any longer.” Elena tells Bella

"Then what are we waiting for? let's go tell them.” Bella smiles as she and Elena went outside to talk to the four men that got here

You smiled as you were doing Caroline's hair "I'm so happy for you, you deserve this and more.”

she smiles back at you through the mirror "thank you!! and I want to thank you again for everything that you have done for Stefan and me.”

“So wait not only are you telling us that Y/n our sister is married to a vampire but she's one of them too.” Dean was hurt not because you're married and didn’t tell Him and Sam because he felt that he didn’t protect you enough

"Please tell us that this is a joke.” Sam sniffed “that she’s not a vampire.”

"I wish I was joking But it's true.” Elena fakes to be sad as Bella does too

"Where is she? We have to talk to her." Castiel asked upset both Gabriel and he knew about your wedding but he didn’t know that you are a vampire

"Follow us and I'll take you guys to go see her."

“Thank you.” Gabriel said walking with them as your brothers and Castiel follow behind

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Things We Left Behind: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Dean's head starts filling with your memories, memories he doesn't want to relive twice. They're from your point of view, giving him a different side of the story.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Castiel leaves with her but you don't move an inch. You look at the man on the ground who is moaning in pain. You walk closer to him and kneel down so you're closer to his face. He looks up and flinches back from how close you are. Your Mark is itching for something to kill, and you're going to give it to it. You grab his jaw tightly and make him look at you.

"Do little girls get you off? Is that it? Do you like the thought of raping a young girl who can't do anything to stop you?" You don't wait for him to answer. "Guess what. Killing gets me off."

You take your knife from your thigh holster and stab his right eye. He screams in horror but you're not done here. You use the knife to gouge his eyeball out until it's rolling on the floor next to him. You take your other knife and stab his hand to the ground to prevent him from trying to get you off him. You kneel down on the palm of his other hand so he can't move even if he wants to get away. You gouge out his other eye so that both are lying on the ground. Next, you take your eye-killing knife and stab him in the neck. Blood gushes from the wound and gets on your skin but you don't care about that.

Sam comes upstairs to see what's taking you so long and gasps at the mess you made. You stand up and wipe the blood from your face, not caring if it smears.

"What the hell?"

"Killing makes me feel better. Don't let it be you next time."

You and Sam leave back downstairs and you look at Sam who can't seem to take his eyes off you.

"Go check on Claire. Go, I got this," Dean says to his brother.

Sam doesn't want to leave you alone with them but he does what he's told until you and Dean are left alone in the room with four big surly men and Randy. Since Sam and Cas aren't here to back you up, they think they can take you two on. Dean is big and muscular and might put up a fight but you're smaller than Dean is. They think they have a shot. It's cute. One takes a step toward you and Dean thrusts his gun forward.

"Hey! Back up! Don't be as fucking dumb as you look."

It's a stalemate right now. No one moves. No one knows what to do. Suddenly, you feel something smash you over the head, and you look to see one of them take a glass bottle to your head. You fall to the ground and feel your blood trickling down your face. Dean goes to help you but two of the men grab Dean so he can't move.

You look up and lock eyes with Dean. Both of you are thinking the same thing. Receiving the Mark from Cain. The feeling you got when you touched the First Blade for the first time. Killing Abaddon. Beheading Magnus. Waking up as a demon. Waking up soulless. The ritual that made Dean a human. Your Mark flares and burns and you can online assume Dean's feels the same.

"You guys don't want to do this," Dean warns.

"I'd listen to him if I were you."

One of the men laughs and kicks you in the face.

All Hell breaks loose.

You get up quicker than the man can process and attack him. Dean yanks on the arms of both of the men and punches both of them in the face. You jump onto the back of the man who kicked you and take out your other knife stashed in your shoe. You jam the knife into the man's eye, take it out, and stab him through the jaw into the mouth. He drops to the ground but you jump off him so you don't fall, too. You take the same knife and throw it at Randy who tries to escape. The knife lodges into his back and he falls to the ground in a shout of pain. You practically skip over to the man, take out the knife, and drag it down from his neck to his ass. Blood is covering you and Dean from head to toe but you two don't stop until everyone is dead.

Sam, Cas, and Claire come back into the house to see why you two are still in there, and she screams in horror at what she sees. She buries her head into Cas's chest as he tries to shield her from this. Sam puts his gun down and rushes over to you and Dean. He looks at you briefly before kneeling next to his brother who has a blank stare on his face.

"Dean? Dean. Hey. Tell me you had to do this."

"I didn't... I didn't mean to."

"No. Tell me it was them or you!"

You get up and walk over to Sam. He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. You wipe the blood from your face and grab Sam's jaw so that the blood stains his skin.

"We did this because we liked it. We're monsters, Sam, and we're living under your roof."

Dean groans and falls to the ground but catches himself before he can face plant. Another memory resurfaces.

I'm in a cell. It's dirty and disgusting with shit all over the floor, literally. I look down and see a pregnant belly. Okay, I'm Y/N again. The question is, is she pregnant with Joanna or the twins?

"You should be scared of her," I hear my own voice say from the room next to mine.

"Don't think there's gonna be a next time."

Shit. That's Samuel's voice. Okay, she's pregnant with Joanna. The door rattles as it opens and two demons stand in front of me. All I'm feeling is dread and fear at the thought of what might happen to me. Samuel never cared for Y/N. Never cared for me and Sam.

"Don't even think about it," I warn weakly. They don't listen to a word I say and pounce on me anyway. They have tight grips on both my arms as they drag me from my cell. "No! Dean!"

"Y/N!!" Dean bangs on his door harshly.

"No! Let go of me! Dean please!!" I start to cry.

Fuck. Hearing this happen a second time breaks my heart. I never saw them drag Y/N from her cell but seeing it now fills me with rage. This happened nearly half a decade ago, but this moment makes it feel like it happened yesterday. Samuel is dead. This is just a memory. Doesn't make it hurt any less.

The demons drag me to a room that looks like it came straight out of a Saw movie. They throw me inside and slam the door shut. The room is dirty, dusty, rusty, and bloody. The stench of blood is so bad that I'm actually feeling the urge to throw up. I can't hold it down anymore so I bend over and throw up next to what looks like a big bathtub full of blood, guts, and body parts.

I groan when I get the last of it out and look around the room. What the hell happened to Y/N in here? What did she go through? After she got dragged out, Sam and I talked Samuel into opening his cell. I tried to get him pissed enough to open mine but he took Y/N. He knew I'd kill him if he opened mine. Sam pretended to be the calm and rational one.

Samuel made the mistake of taking Sam's pregnant best friend.

I know what happened to me and Sam. This memory shows me what happened to Y/N. The door opens and a demon brings in three monsters. I know they're monsters because of their teeth and the murderous look in their eyes. Just by the look of them, I guess they are ghouls.

"Enjoy," the demon smirks and slams the door, locking me in here with the monsters.

"You're not really going to eat a pregnant woman are you?" I ask nervously.

Poor thing is so nervous not only for her but for the sake of Joanna. She's turning out to be a pretty great kid. I like to think she protected Y/N as much as Y/N protected her.

"Two for one special," one of the ghouls grins at the other two.

"I'm not dying today," I state, my eyes glowing bright blue.

Damn, is this what magic feels like? I've always been envious of the way Y/N handles magic. She can do anything. She can protect my kids better than I can. It knocks my ego down a few pegs but I'll take the hit knowing they're safe.

One of the ghouls stays where he is, but the other two run at me from either side of the bathtub. I'm ready for them, and magic blows out of my palms and into the ghouls, sending them flying into their respective walls. My magic swirls around the only standing ghoul, and I lift him in the air. I slam him into the highest window, sending him and shards of glass to the floor.

The ghoul to my right gets up with a snarl and starts to run toward me. I lift every single one of the glass shards and send them flying at the ghoul. Right before he can touch me, the shards of glass puncture his body with the largest one slicing right through the middle of his head. He drops to the floor, dead.

Damn, that's my girl.

The other two ghouls stand up, and I turn toward them to keep them in my sight. My hand shakes as my magic attracts whatever is closest to me as if it's a magnet. A sharp piece of wood slaps to my palm, and I grip it tightly. 

"They didn't tell us we'd be fighting a witch," the one on the right glares.

"I'm not the one leaving in a body bag. You two are."

Without warning, my magic covers every inch of the wooden stake. I have one hell of a throw, and I prove it to them by throwing the state at the one who spoke to me. It hits him right between the eyes. Fuck. My girl has good aim with or without her magic. He stumbles a bit before falling to the ground, dead.

My body is growing tired from all the magic that I'm using but I can't stop now. I can't stop until all of them are dead. The last ghoul sees this weakness and decides to take advantage of it. He takes off running toward me and I can't do anything but run from him. Y/N is screaming for me. She is screaming my name. She can't protect herself so she needs me to come in and do it for her. I can feel how terrified she is.

I'm not sure where I am but I know I'm crying. I can't do anything but watch when all I want to do is take her into my arms.

"Dean!!" I scream for him.

Just then, the door slams open and Sam and Dean enter the room. Sam takes care of the ghoul while Dean runs over to me. He sees the mass destruction and blood, but he checks to make sure I'm not injured. I didn't care about other people. All I cared about was her and Joanna.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Not physically," I cry.

"You're okay. You're going to be okay," he says and pulls me close to his body.

Fuck.

Dean doesn't know why he's getting memories of you. Memories that are in your POV. Nothing was said in the entire car ride home. Sam is pissed you and Dean killed all those people, you're listening to music from your headphones, Claire is sleeping in the back seat with her head resting on Cas', and Dean is driving.

You're the first one out of the car and into the Bunker doing God knows what in God knows where. Cas takes Claire to one of the unoccupied bedrooms so she can rest, and Sam and Dean head to the war room. Sam still doesn't know how to approach this situation but he has more pressing things to worry about. Cas comes back and Dean walks over to him eagerly.

"All I've been getting is Y/N's memories this entire time. It's giving me a raging headache. Why am I getting her memories?"

Cas raises his hand to Dean's head to look at your soul from within.

"It's her soul purifying. It's working. I don't as see many black spots on it as before. It's not done, yet."

"That's good, right?" Sam asks.

"Depending on how you look at it," Dean scoffs.

"As for her memories, you're going to continue to get them. The more her soul purifies, the more her memories will take over. The more her soul is purified, the more she'll want to be the dominant soul in your body."

"The fuck? What if she succeeds?"

"Think of Multiple Personality Disorder. It'll be your body but someone else's personality. You'll talk differently. You'll dress differently. You'll do everything that she likes to do. I don't think it'll come to it. It shouldn't be a problem."

"Shouldn't?"

"I think you're safe from that. Just keep doing what you're doing and her soul will be purified in no time."

Dean sees movement out of the corner of his eye and sees you walk into the war room. The three men disband from each other, and Dean stares at you in fear that you overheard them talking. Nothing about your body language suggests you had. Damn, he's gonna have to figure out how to do this in private.

You're dressed in shorts, a flowing tank top, and heels. You look like you're going out for the night.

"Give me the keys."

Sam and Cas walk away to give you two some alone time even though Dean wishes they didn't go. Bad things happen when you two are alone. Dean takes his keys out of his pocket but doesn't give them to you.

"Why? Where are you going?"

"Being here is boring so I'm going to go to a bar and see what man I can fool into getting in bed with me." Dean stares at you with a blank look, and you smirk at him. "What, too soon?"

It'd be so easy to turn it off and be done with you. He doesn't think he'll ever get over a woman like you but the least he can do is pretend like he has. He scoffs and takes out his phone as if he is going to call someone.

"Who are you calling?" you ask.

"I'm going to see if Lisa is available."

You can't help but genuinely laugh at this.

"That's a good one, Dean. Cas erased you from her mind, don't you remember?"

"Cassie remembers me."

You stop laughing immediately. Is he being serious right now? Is he bluffing? He wouldn't call her, would he? Not that you'd care. After a few moments, you nod.

"Okay, go ahead. Call her." He doesn't. All he does is look into your eyes. "I'm waiting." Again, all he does is stare. "You can't do it, can you? I bet you didn't fuck that prostitute who was working with the demons either. Do you know why? Because I'm your wife. Deep down, you still see me as your wife, and the thought of cheating on me with someone else breaks your little heart. You know that one day, I will get my soul back, and the guilt of confronting that demon is just too much to bear so you stay loyal.

"Well, guess what? I'd have cheated on you every night if you didn't keep such a short leash on me. You mean nothing to me anymore. I don't love you. You need to stop living as if I do. So, I'm going to go out and have the night of my life while you stay here and wallow in self-pity. Next time, think twice about who you're staying loyal to."

You snatch the keys from Dean's hands and walk away from him. As soon as you're gone, he lets the tears flow freely down his cheeks. A quiet sob sneaks past his lips before he can stop it. You're breaking his heart over here. It's working. Your soul is purifying. He just doesn't know how much more of this he can take.

He hears the car start from the garage but he doesn't hear it pull out. He wipes his eyes and peeks into the garage to see you with your feet on the dashboard and music playing from the radio.

Guess you can't break that loyalty either. With a soft sigh, he closes the garage door and heads to bed.

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WIP Wednesday - 6/5/24 - Michael!Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Just a little preview of something I'm currently working on for this character. My first foray into this one. Hope it's okay. Also got some Demon!Dean, Hunter!Corp Dean, Gadreel!Sam, and Soulless!Sam coming as well.

Warnings: Language; Violence; Possessed!Dean (sort of)

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Dean Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith; @muhahaha303; @mariahoedt; @solacedthistest; @deansimpala; @foxyjwls007; @onlyangel-444

SPN Taglist: @just-levyy

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

You crashed back into the wall, letting out a pained gasp as your back met the drywall and you fell to the ground, the breath literally knocked out of you.

Slow, methodical footsteps came to a stop in front of you. “Now, let’s try that again. If you could have anything, what would it be?”

You scowled up at your attacker as you held a hand to what was most likely a couple of broken ribs. “Would you skewered on an archangel blade happen to be on the menu?”

He smirked down at you, seeming delighted at your reply. “You know who I am.”

“Aside from the blue eyes and the Jedi mind moves,” You grunted as you struggled to get up, trying to ignore the screaming pain in your side. “It’s common knowledge that Dean Winchester is allergic to anything that isn’t flannel. Plus, the coat and tie…dead giveaway.” 

You had just managed to get to your feet when an unseen force slammed you up against the wall, making you yell out. “Fuck,” you hissed as the pain sharply radiated throughout your body. You couldn’t move though; you were being held in place. 

Dean—Michael approached, studying you. “Y/N…” It sounded almost as if he was trying out your name for the first time, as if he was seeing how it fit as it rolled off of his tongue. “I know all about you.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that. “Oh, good. If a GQ-wearing psychopathic archangel from some shithole reject planet knows all about me, then that must mean I’m famous.”

He didn’t react but the truth was, you didn’t expect him to. You knew you were going to die, you’d known it from the moment he appeared in front of you, but you refused to cower, placate him, or even beg for mercy. You weren’t getting any; his sneer of disgust as Dean’s green eyes roamed over you confirmed that even before he started throwing you around.

“I know because he knows.” Michael lifted a finger to his temple.

You started to laugh; you genuinely couldn’t help it. “Dean? That’s who you’re getting your intel from? Did he also manage to sell you a bridge?”

He moved closer until he was eye to eye with you. “Y/N Y/L/N, a hunter. Obvious issues, low self-worth, and quite the…hot mess. You lost your—”

“Yep, when I was six and then found out years later that he disappeared on a hunt. Yeah, yeah. We’ve all seen this one. Why not try something new and original for once?” Geez, did all bad guys spout the same shit day in and day out? As if that was going to make you, what, drop to the floor and weep? First, you weren’t dropping until he released you or forced you down. Second, he wanted tears from you? The only ones he’d be getting were either from laughter or physical pain, nothing else.

A hint of a smirk appeared on his face…well, Dean’s face. This really was quite the mind fuck. The Apocalypse Bringer aka another dick angel was wearing the face and body of someone you care about. To say you hated it was an understatement. “So then you already know you’re lost and not worth—”

“--Saving? Yeah, pal, nice of you to catch up with the rest of the class.” You purposely exaggerated your eye roll. “You’ve more than made your point. Now, you think you can quit monologuing and finish what you came here to do? As fun as all of this is, I’ve got a 3:00 in the seventh circle of Hell, with a quick pit stop at the second on the way, so if we could move this along…” If you could lift your hand, you would’ve made the hand gesture for him to keep it moving. And give him another infamous hand gesture while you were at it. 

His brow furrowed slightly before it smoothed out and his smirk widened. “You’re not going to ask me why I’m doing this?”

“Already know.”

“Or ask me what I want?”

“Don’t care.”

“Or plead for me to let you be?”

You let out a loud snort. “Is that even an option?”

“Or beg for your miserable existence?”

“No fucking way,” you snarled, glaring right at him. "That's never happening so you better kill me now Lucifer 2.0."

The creepy smile only grew more. You were definitely fucked.

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Sam Fics:

Sam's Year:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Break:

Part 1 - Part 2

Oneshots:

Contact - Fluff. X Reader simply needs a hug.

Best friend - X Reader. You're friends but there could be more.

Hate - Sam hates himself for letting you go.

Beaten - He saves you from a demon and takes a beating for you.

Explaining - You're dating and want the real reason he comes home beaten and bruised.

Revenge - Sam seeks revenge on the demon that killed you.

Memory Lane - The reader has a nightmare, and Sam stays with her to help her sleep.

Embarrassment - Sam experiences something embarrassing so she tells an embarrassing story she had to make him feel better.

Liquid Courage - After a bad day you go drinking, and with liquid courage, you approach Sam.

Bookworm - You're a researcher and fall in love with Sam but now he actually wants to meet you in person.

Sisterhood - Sam and Deans 10 year old sister has a nightmare.

Smut:

Soulless Fun - He's soulless and DOM.

Soulless Smut - soulless Sam takes you home from the bar.

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Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!

The Boondock Saints

Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they’ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)

The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)

Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)

Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)

Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

The Phantom of the Opera

Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)

Supernatural

A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)

A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)

The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)

The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)

Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)

Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)

Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)

Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)

Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)

Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)

Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)

If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)

Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)

Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)

Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)

Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)

She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)

Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)

Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)

Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)

Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)

With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)

The Walking Dead

Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)

Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)

Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)

One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)

Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)

Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)

Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)

Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)

While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

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Hey girl could you do a demon! dean x reader x soulless Sam where they tie her up and play a guessing game that turns to smut pretty please!! Love ya boo😘

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Guess Who

Demon!Dean, Soulless!Sam, Fem Reader. One-Shot. 

Summary:

Sam, Dean, and y/n have returned to the bunker from a hunt. Y/n jokes that she could tell them apart just by their dicks, and they decide to bet her on it.

TW: Wincest, Praise and Degradation, Blindfold, Handcuffs, Oral (F! and M! receiving), Breathplay, Choking.

Words: 1,455

Y/n

“Fuck, I needed that,” I joke as I walk into the common area after my shower. “Demon blood is so gross.” 

“Unless it’s mine, right?” Dean jokes back with a wink as he sips his beer at the table. 

I roll my eyes and laugh. “Pretty sure it all smells the same,” I taunt him as I grab a beer for myself and pop the top off. 

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Sam laughs as he looks me up and down like a meal. 

Dean points at Sam. “You try to bite my dick, and I gut you three ways to Sunday.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Sam flirts and winks at Dean as I sit down at the table. 

Dean rolls his eyes and looks back at me. “Nice throwing with that knife. But how’d you know you wouldn’t hit me or Sam? That place was pitch black.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Please, I could tell you guys apart from just your dicks with my eyes closed and my hands tied.”

Sam and Dean look at each other and back at me again. “Is that so?” Sam asks curiously as he sips his beer. 

“As a matter of fact, it is,” I tease him with a smile. 

“Care to place a wager on that, princess?” Dean smirks. “If you can guess, you can drive baby. If you can’t,” he tsks and smirks. “Then you gotta clean her.”

“Mmm, I like where this is going,” Sam says, palming himself under the table. 

“Thought you said to never make a deal with a demon,” I taunt. 

“Scared you’ll lose?” Dean fires back. 

I stand up and walk over to Dean, leaning over his chair. “Two men with essentially no souls want to fuck me?” I ask, leaning in and barely brushing his lips with mine before pulling back, making Dean growl. “Either way, I’m still a winner. Bring it on,” I taunt Dean, looking into his eyes as they flicker to black. “Bitch.”

Dean stands up, his eyes black as he stares down at me. “Watch your mouth,” he warns me.

“But you do it so much better,” I tease him as I back up a step, only to land against a familiar chest. 

“You’re in for now,” Sam says darkly behind me. I don’t even get a chance to respond before he spins me and lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder. 

I watch Dean rub his hands together and bite his lip as he follows Sam into the interrogation room. “What the f-?” I’m cut off by Sam laying me down and strapping my hands above my head to the cuffs on the side of the table. 

Dean leans over my head and smirks. “You said you could do it blindfolded and with your hands tied, let’s see just how right you are, beautiful,” he says with a dark smile as he lifts my head and ties a blindfold around my head, covering my eyes and casting me into darkness. 

My breathing heavies as I feel their hands over my body, and I let out a sharp gasp as I feel one of them cut my shorts and top off of me. Another pair of big, strong hands cups my breasts and pinches my nipples. “Who is that?” I hear Dean ask. 

“Sammy,” I answer in a breathy moan as he pinches my nipples harder. 

“Good girl,” Sam answers this time. He kisses down my neck, and I tilt my head to give him more access as he sucks a hickey onto my neck.  

Both of their hands leave me, but I can hear their belts unbuckle and the shifting sound of denim and a soft ‘clink’ as their belts hit the floor. 

“Fuck you look so good like this, “Dean breathes heavily. “Spread out for us like our own personal sacrifice on an altar.” I feel his hands spread my thighs and the stubble of his beard on the inner parts of my thighs as his tongue dips out and licks between my folds, making me moan. “And sweet as fucking sin.” 

“Dean,” I moan softly as his tongue licks painfully slow circles around my clit, making my back arch off of the table. 

“Good guess, baby. But I gave it to you,” Dean taunts as I feel his tongue leave my needy clit and his hands leave my thighs. But who is this?” he asks as I feel the head of a cock press against my entrance and push inside. It’s long and impossibly thick as it stretches me, the pain slowly melting into pleasure as I adjust to his size. 

My neck arches as my head tips back. There are no hands on my body to give me any indicator of who it is, just a cock spearing me as he slams in entirely and pulls a long, loud moan from my throat. But I don’t need any hands. I know who it is. “S-Sammy,” I moan as I bite down on my bottom lip. 

A rough hand grips my throat suddenly as their lips brush against mine. “Are you sure about that?” Sam asks tauntingly, and suddenly, I’m not so sure. 

I moan again as hands land on my hips, and he thrusts into me harder with a grunt. Thrusting in and out harder and faster. “Fuck, y-yes, no, wait-” 

A finger lands on my clit and rubs it in the way Dean always does, slowly and roughly. Shit, maybe it’s Dean. “Last chance,” Dean warns. 

I decide to go with my guts, which are currently being rearranged by whoever is fucking me. “It’s Sam,” I moan. “I’m sure.” 

“Good job,” Dean praises as his hand replaces Sam’s and he pulls down my lower lip, tilting my head toward him. “Now open that pretty mouth and suck my cock like the filthy little slut you are for us.” 

I open my mouth, dipping out my tongue as the knot inside of me tightens, and I clench my hands in fists above my head. I taste the salty pre-cum on Dean’s cock as he slides it into my mouth with a groan, his hand gripping my hair and forcing me to take more of him as he thrusts into my throat.

I feel Sam’s fingers dig into my hips, definitely leaving bruises in their wake as he moans and slams into me harder. “Fuck, yes. Fuck her throat, Dean,” he moans. 

I hear Dean chuckle as he thrusts in my throat to the hilt. “You like that, Sammy?” 

I hear Sam moan in approval as one of his hands leaves my hips and lands on my throat. “Fuck, I can feel you cock in her throat,” he mewls. 

“Fuck,” Dean moans. “Grip it tighter, Sammy. Grip my cock through her throat like a good little boy.”

I focus on breathing through my nose as my orgasm comes to the brink, threatening to pull me over the edge. I moan around Dean’s cock as my eyes roll back under the blindfold, I can barely breathe, and I’m starting to see stars, but they know how much I love it. My legs begin to shake as I feel both of their cocks twitch. They’re just as close as I am. I clench my walls around Sam’s cock and swallow around Dean’s just how they love, and they moan loudly as they spill themselves inside of me, and we fall off of the edge together. 

Once our breathing settles, Dean removes the blindfold from my eyes, and they squint at the sudden invasion of light. “Guess you get to drive, baby,” Dean jokes with a wink. 

I moan contently as Sam uncuffs my hands and lifts me in his arms gently. “First, you need a shower,” Sam says, kissing the side of my head. 

“And here I thought you didn’t have a soul,” Dean quips as we walk out of the interrogation room and into the bathroom together. 

“Just because I lost my soul doesn’t mean I lost my manners. You should know,” Sam quips back as Dean starts the shower. 

“Keep that energy up, and I’ll show you just how much of a demon I am when I bend you over and force you to lick your cum from her pussy while I take your ass,” Dean warns.

Sam chuckles and kisses Dean as we all get into the shower. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

[smellingofpoetry]

Drowning

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester (Soulless!Sam), Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Summary: And, sometimes, it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering in search of him.

Square/s Filled: “Squirting” (@spnkinkevents), "Free Space" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Wap - Cardi B"(@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: angst, smut, oral (fem rec, male rec), finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, face fucking, creampie

Rating: +18

Words count: 3173

Beta: @snowlovespie

A/N:  Hi!🖤 So, I wrote this story for the fantastic @negans-lucille-tblr and her blogiversary. Congratulation on your achievement, love! My prompt was this one: "Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m drowning.", you'll find it in bold. I decided to experiment a bit this time, so here we are with my first fic about Sam. I really had fun writing this one not only because I went out of my comfort zone, but also because I ended up writing something quite different from the usual with some usual plot twist, 'cause you know how much I like them. I hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think. 🖤

Everything had changed after Lucifer and the cage.

She thought the worst was to say goodbye to Sam and learning to live without that giant dork. She wasn’t ready for that - nobody was.

No one told her that losing Sam would mean losing Dean too. He left that same night with a simple hug, a really too-quick goodbye, leaving her behind.

She thought that even if he stopped hunting, they could still keep in touch. She realized her mistake and felt so stupid for thinking he would have answered her. Not while he was busy living a life miles away from her and Bobby. Not while he was committed to a whole new life with his new family – with Lisa.

Yeah, that was what hurt her most. Knowing that somewhere else he was laughing and kissing and sleeping with the same stranger, someone who wasn't her.

She shut close her eyes, shaking her head to get rid of all those images.

God…she felt so stupid, still thinking about him after all this time, and the nights were always the worst because it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering.

Missing Dean came in waves, and tonight – oh tonight – she was drowning while staring at the bottom of her half-empty glass.

She downed the rest of the whiskey and immediately asked for another round, taking the glass in her fingers with a deep sigh as the bartender served her again.

“Well, happy birthday to me.”

Y/N murmured, bringing the glass to her lips and drinking the whisky in one go, feeling the alcohol burn her throat. She slammed the glass down on the counter, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

Sensing someone had taken a seat beside her, she opened one eye to glance at the newcomer, relaxing immediately when she recognized Sam.

Right, Sam.

He was back. No one was quite sure how it had happened, but he was back, and that was what mattered - that and the fact that he wasn't a demon.

At first, when she saw him in Bobby's living room, she hoped they could just pick up where they left off. Until Bobby made her realize that wasn't going to happen. It was a very short conversation, consisting of two sentences.

Two sentences that, to that day, she didn’t know who hurt more – her or Bobby.

At least she had Sam back, which was both good and bad. Don't get her wrong: she was happy to have her friend back. Still, sometimes it was hard to look at him without thinking of Dean. Tonight, was one of those times.

“What are you doing here, Winchester?”

“Bobby told me where to find you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam raised his arm and motioned for the barman to bring two more drinks.

“What do you need?”

“Why do I have to need something?”

“Because that’s how it usually works with you, guys.”

Sam smiled and raised his hands in surrender, knowing full well that she had caught him.

“Alright, alright. I thought we could have celebrated your birthday together.”

“Thanks, Sam, but I’m not in the mood.”

Sam took the drinks and thanked the barman. He kept one for himself and handed the other to Y/N.  He remained silent for a few seconds, just staring and studying her more.

“Is this about Dean?”

Y/N scoffed at his words, looking at Sam as if he were nuts to even think such a thing. Well, he wasn't, but she had to keep what was left of her dignity.

“What? No.”

Sam frowned in disbelief. Y/N glared at him, hoping he would drop the subject, but he seemed to be on a different frequency lately.

“C’mon, Y/N, I know you used to spend all your birthdays with Dean. I was there a few times, remember?”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and letting Sam know how annoyed she was with him at the moment.

“Okay, fine, so what?”

“So, don’t let that stop you from celebrating, just because he’s not here.”

She sighed and looked down at the glass in front of her.

“He’s out there leaving his life and, sooner or later, you have to move on, and this seems to be a time as good as any.”

Y/N glanced at him, knowing he was right, and there was nothing she could say about it. She sighed, defeated, rubbing her eyes with her fingertips.

“So…”

She paused, looking to Sam for help. He seemed to sense her hesitation, so he grabbed both glasses and handed her one, which she took.

“So, we’re going to celebrate, you and me. I know I’m not Dean, but I promise you, we’ll have fun.”

They clinked the glass together before gulping down the whiskey.

They drank, laughed, and danced until the bartender hadn’t almost kicked them out. She really had had fun, though. Y/N hadn’t laughed that much in a very long time, and neither of them was ready to end their night.

So, they kept moving until they stumbled into Sam’s motel room, and one thing led to another. She’d known it was a big mistake the moment their lips touched, but that hadn’t been enough to stop her.

She couldn't even blame the alcohol. She could only blame herself and her weakness, but a year was a long time, and she longed for someone's touch. And even if Sam wasn't the one she really wanted, he was at least the one who was close enough to her, and that thought alone had hurt. So, she kissed him harder, and he kissed her back, matching Y/N same hunger. With their mouths pressed together, they began to push and pull their clothes off.

Their shirts were the first to hit the floor, leaving them both panting. Their eyes roamed over each other’s bodies. Y/N felt too self-conscious as she tried to unbutton her jeans. She unzipped them and let’em slide down her legs. Sam watched her every move, licking his lips in anticipation.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at her like that. She shuddered as she unhooked the clasp of her black lace bra, letting it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Sam grabbed her neck and pressed his mouth against hers. The kiss was rough and messy. He bit his lip and then ran his tongue over it. And just as he cupped her breast with his hands, Y/N wondered if Dean would have kissed her in the same way. Sam's fingers pinching her already hard nipples pushed that thought away.

She reached for his belt, unbuckled it and pulled down his trousers. The boxers were next. Pulling them down enough to free his cock, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking the tip. At that, Sam moaned into Y/N's mouth, bucking his hips against her. He ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it with his fingers to encourage her to kneel, and she took the hint.

She stroked it and, not taking her eyes off him, licked a strip of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum.

Y/N couldn't resist, so she took him in her mouth, closed her eyes and began to suck on his length.

Would Dean taste the same?

Would he moan the same way?

She got wetter and wetter with every lick, moan and thrust. Releasing Sam's cock with a loud pop, Y/N breathed deeply as she stroked his shaft, her other hand fondling his balls. He grunted, tightening the grip on the back of her head as his hand replaced hers on his shaft.

“Open up.”

She opened her mouth as she was told and stuck out her tongue. At the sight of Y/N on her knees in front of him, Sam growled and slapped his cock on her tongue once, twice, three times before pushing it through her lips.

She took it in, sucking as best she could, as Sam jerked his hips back and forth.

Y/N felt saliva running down her chin as he mouth-fucked her. With both hands on his hips, for balance, she closed her eyes.

She had spent several sleepless nights imagining herself kneeling, with Dean's cock in her mouth, fucking her the way Sam was doing it. And on those nights, the thought alone had made her come on her fingers all the time and one flick of Sam’s fingers on her clit would have had the same result in that moment.

Sam rocked in and out until he felt too close to the edge, so he stepped back, helped her up and quickly crushed his mouth against hers. She kissed him back as his hands moved down her body, searching for her panties. He tore them off and slid his fingers between her legs, which she spread a little, moaning at the feel of his fingers circling her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

Y/N bit her lower lip, nodding at the question, her eyes never leaving Sam's. He pressed his forehead against hers, mingling their breaths, grinning.

“Liar.”

Her eyes widened, but she had no time to say anything as he slid two fingers inside her, pushing them faster and faster, eagerly nipping at her nipples with his lips, making Y/N thrust against his hand.

“Oh, God…”

Y/N whimpered, clenching tightly around his fingers while he kept moving them, working her through the orgasm.

When it became too much, he slid his digits out and brought them to her lips, and she promptly welcomed them, sucking and moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue.

When she let them out, Sam captured her mouth in a sloppy kiss and urged them both towards the bed.

He put his hands on her hips and turned her over. Once her back was pressed against his chest, Sam's hands moved up Y/N's body, cupping her breasts and enjoying every moan as he nibbled at her earlobe.

“Hands and knees on the bed.”

Sam watched as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide, making him growl at the sight of her glistening pussy on full display. Unable to resist the urge to taste it, he stood behind Y/N and licked and sucked her folds once, twice, three times.

She bit her lips and gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Sam trailed kisses up the skin of her back until he reached her shoulders, sinking his teeth there and making her moan. She had never been more desperate to fill that void.

He nuzzled her neck, licking a strip of skin, holding her in place as he took his cock to rub it a few times across her wet folds, grazing her opening with the tip.

Y/N closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling herself stretch around his girth inch by inch.

Once buried inside her, he stood still, giving Y/N time to get used to his size. Panting into her ear, his hands roamed down her body to pinch her perky nipples. Sam moved his hips back, already feeling her breathing get heavier, feeling how wet her pussy was getting and how tight it was clenching around his shaft, so he pushed into her again. She tried to move, desperately wanting him to go a little faster, a little harder, but Sam was quicker, stopping her hips with his hands, slowing the pace.

One of his hands gripped Y/N's neck, pulling her closer to his chest. As he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, she humored Sam's hips as best she could, feeling the wetness slide down her trembling legs.

Would it have felt that good to have Dean inside her?

Usually, it was – in her dreams at least. Dean would fuck her that way, with his chest pressed to her back, a hand around the neck, and the other rubbing her clit just the way she liked it.

At that thought, she threw her head back, eyes closed, and slid a hand between her legs to rub the already hardened clit.

Sam lowered his gaze, shuddering at the sight, and as a result tightened his grip on her neck, loving the way Y/N instantly squeezed his cock, feeling her become even tighter than she already was.

She gasped as Sam continued to move at a brutal pace, wanting nothing more than to feel her finally start to come around him.

Which she did the moment she tightened her grip around his shaft, making him moan with pleasure.

Y/N felt the orgasm overwhelm her and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

“D… Sam!”

She bit down on her lips, squeezing her already closed eyes even tighter, and her cheeks turned red from the embarrassment of having almost moaned out the wrong name.

Sam had to smile at that, giving her a few more thrusts, letting her ride out the orgasm, and only when she collapsed flat on the mattress did he get out of her soaked pussy, causing Y/N to whimper at the loss.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her wild heart, and as Sam helped her turn over to lie on the bed between the pillows, she saw him towering over her with a grin on his face.

Blushing and out of breath, she let her eyes roam over his sweaty body, licking her lips at the sight of his still hard cock, opening her legs and welcoming him between them.

Sam moved closer, running his hands up and down her legs, leaning in to greedily search for her lips.

Y/N kissed him back with equal intensity, running her fingers through his long hair, pulling it tighter than she intended and getting a slap on her red, sensitive pussy.

Moaning, she grabbed his hard cock and pumped it quickly, while at the same time Sam slid two fingers into her slit and fingered her vigorously. 

She felt herself getting wetter than she thought possible as Sam continued to hit her G-spot.

Unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever he was willing to give her, she let go of his dick and gripped the sheets beneath her, her toes curling in anticipation.

“F-fuck…”

She cried out, collapsed and spilled onto his hand, legs shaking and breathing heavily as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her life.

He looked at her in awe before pulling his fingers from her still throbbing pussy, sucking and tasting them with closed eyes.

As soon as Sam opened them, he looked at her before placing both forearms on either side of her head and pushing the head of his cock against her entrance.

He swallowed her moan with his mouth and kissed her hard and deep, letting Y/N taste herself on his tongue.

She responded to the kiss with everything she had and felt him fill her again in one quick thrust.

“God, Y/N, you feel so fucking good.”

Sam groaned, pounding her pussy with deep, hard thrusts. She arched her back and wrapped both legs around his hips. She could feel his dick throbbing deep inside her thanks to this position, and with the feeling that he was close, she clenched tightly around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up good.”

“Yeah, come for me, Sam, please.”

She felt him tremble between her legs, and with three more powerful thrusts he burst inside her, leaving Y/N whimpering as she felt Sam's cum filling her.

His groans echoing through the walls.

Minutes later he stopped in her tight heat, running his fingers along her side, noticing her chest still rising and falling slightly, he leaned down, kissing her swollen lips.

His hand reached for her breast, squeezing and kneading it a few times between his fingers. Then, he let go and stepped out of her warmth.

Y/N shivered at the air hitting her warm skin as Sam put his hands on her knees, spreading them wider and staring at her glistening slit.

She was so fucking beautiful, all spread out for him, just him, and Sam always wondered what it would feel like to have her like that and, fuck, if it wasn't worth it.

So, he couldn't really understand why he hadn't made a move sooner.

As he watched his cum ooze out of her used pussy, Sam moaned, biting his lips, trying to hold on until he couldn't.

“Fuck it…”

He leaned down and licked at her folds, tasting her and himself on Y/N's wet skin.  The moment she felt his tongue, a long moan escaped her lips, so she slipped a hand between her legs and ran her fingers through Sam's hair.

He kept on slurping at her pussy, then slid his tongue into her slit, feeling Y/N instantly buck her hips into his mouth.

She was a quivering mess, lying on the bed with her legs spread and Sam's head between them, not really sure how much longer she could hold out.

But she couldn't help imagining what someone...

No, scratch that.

What would Dean have thought if he had walked in the room just then? What would he have thought, seeing her being fucked by his brother?

Y/N bit down on her lips and closed her eyes as she arched her back, still rocking her hips to indulge Sam's tongue.

She cupped her breasts and promptly pinched the hard nipples, trying to get rid of Dean's image, his hands, his lips, but those green eyes seemed to haunt her everywhere.

“Come for me, Y/N, c’mon.”

“Uhm… can’t.”

“Yes, yes, you can. One more time, c’mon.”

Sam's tongue filled her again as he rubbed his skilled fingers over her clit, and in no time, she could feel the pleasure building again.

Her head was still so full of Dean's image as she came on his little brother's tongue that Y/N had to bite down on her own to keep from moaning the wrong name, which was right there, about to slip past her lips.

He drank all of her juices, only letting her go when it became too much for her, and Y/N's leg immediately collapsed on the bed as she tried to get over her high.

Sam rolled over in the sheets beside her, licking his lips where he could still taste her. He glanced in Y/N's direction with a lazy smile on his face, then caught her lips for one last kiss before getting up to disappear into the bathroom.

Y/N stood still, breathing heavily, and staring at the ajar door. And even if she could still feel the buzzing in her body, she forced herself to get out of bed, ad the reality of what had just happened hit her with full force.

Picking up all her clothes, she dressed as best she could and slipped out of the motel room. Once outside, she leaned against the cool wall, breathing in the night air.

What the fuck had she done?

[sammyxme]

Imagine comforting Sam when he’s depressed (part one).

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Depressed!Sam, Suicidal Thoughts, me projecting onto Sam, soulless Sam. TW don’t read if you’re struggling and can’t handle angst atm. My dms are always open to chat.

It had been a while since Sam had gotten his soul back. As his girlfriend, you were really concerned about Sam's mental state. He did so many terrible things while soulless. But it wasn't him. It didn't seem to matter to Sam. You noticed he hadn't been eating much over the past few days, and not to mention he's always plagued with nightmares. Sam was sitting on the motel bed, head in his hands.

"Sammy? You really should eat something, baby."

His head jerked up, realizing your presence. The way you stood in front of him, eyes filled with concern. You took notice of his red rimmed eyes, as well as the lack of sleep.

"Sorry, I just need some air."

He tried to stand from the bed, but fell back down. It must be affecting his body at an unhealthy level, if he couldn't even sit up without falling.

"Sammy, I know how it feels when you think everything is your fault. I know the world is pretty dark for you right now."

You sat next to him on the bed. Your hand finding its way through his hair.

"But you need to eat and drink and get some exercise. This isn’t healthy.”

Sam didn't know what else to do. He hated it when you got like this. Usually, he would have no problem telling you that he was fine, then leaving the room and going back to hunting. But he can't bring himself to do it today. He felt like giving in.

"Sam?"

Your soft voice snapped him out of it. He looked up to see you frowning. His face softened, seeing you worried. Your arm snaked around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You rested his head against your shoulder and began rubbing slow circles on his lower back.

"Hey. It's okay, Sam."

He looked at you, seeing tears pooling in your eyes. He quickly wiped them away before they could fall.

"I love you so much, Sam. Everything will be okay. None of this is your fault, okay?"

He felt guilty, knowing that he hurt you. He never wanted to be the cause of pain to anyone. He remembered the day he first came back, soulless. He had hurt you badly after getting in an argument. Sam had hurt himself over it multiple times, one cut, one bruise for every time he hit you. But it still wasn't enough, though the scars remained. You didn't know about his self destructive behavior yet. And he intended to keep it that way. What you don't know won't hurt you.

"Sammy?"

His gaze snapped back into focus.

"Hey, look at me."

He reluctantly met your eyes. You gently caressed his cheek, making sure he was looking you in the eye. You brought your other hand up to cup his chin.

"Don't ever blame yourself again. Okay? And tell me when you're struggling.”

You smiled at him, kissing his forehead. He leaned forward and gave you a hug, pressing your bodies close together. It was all he needed, to feel you close to him. Even if it made him feel slightly pathetic. You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair.

"I don't deserve you, (Y/N)."

The words slipped from his mouth before he realized what was happening. You instantly pulled away, confusion evident in your expression.

"What are you talking about? Why do you think that?”

"I'm sorry. It's nothing...really."

You placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You can tell me, Sam."

You stared expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. It took a minute, but finally he decided to confess.

"It's just...I know it's selfish of me to say this, but I don't know if I should want to live anymore. I've done such horrible things to you, to Bobby, to Dean. I'm poison, (Y/N). I should’ve been left in the pit.”

"And how do you figure that? Because you're a monster? A soulless demon? That's bullshit, Sam. You aren't any of those things. Sure, you have your bad moments, especially lately. And sure, you make mistakes, like I know I do. But you're you again, Sam. And I love you."

Suddenly, Sam got up and excused himself. He didn't deserve this. He couldn't get too close to you.

"Yeah, um. I'm going out. Gonna go hunt for that Shapeshifter."

He grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the motel door behind him. He didn't want to let you see him breaking down like this. So he tried to hide behind a cold exterior and denial, to cover up his sadness. He hoped that it'll help him. And he'd take whatever he had.

(A/N: damn hit me right in the feels TT anyways hope you cried- I mean liked it.)

[spnfanficpond]

I love to write, however I haven’t much in the last few years for lots of reasons! However I have started up again and I have a few ideas bouncing around, I wrote a new demon!dean x reader called “Let Me Go” if you wanna check it out, also I have other works some on my masterlist but not all! Some you just have to search my page!

Anyway the reason for this post is my request are open and I would love some! I write mostly Dean in various versions of him (au, demon, etc) I have written one Sam and would love some more requests for him especially different versions (soulless!sam Lucifer!sam etc) and would even venture to write John if an idea sparks something, however that’s it. I DO NOT write Destiel or Wincest. Please do not request it.

I also love to do aesthetic drabbles, so any ideas for those lmk!

Thank you in advance and remember feedback is gold and likes and reblogs are platinum!!

Bobbi ❤️

Hey there!

Posting this to the blog so that folks can see, but also wanted to let you know about our list of writers with open requests! We created this list a while back, but you would be the first writer to be added!

At the top of the doc is instructions on the best way to advertise your services so that readers can find you and know if you are the writer they're looking for. (Since you don't want people asking for things you don't write like certain ships or kinks.)

So, for all you readers out there:

[cockslutpadalecki]

A Rose Between Two Thorns

Summary: Y/N is enjoying a quiet drink alone when she's approached by two men with very sinister intentions.

Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (no Wincest).

Words: 1070.

Warnings: non-con (ish), dub-con, threesome, sex, oral sex (male receiving), deep throating, spitroasting, sex pollen/drugging, belly bulge, degradation, humiliation.

A/N: This stemmed from a conversation about belly bulges and this just went... in a direction I didn't expect, but this still for you @downanddirtydean, @thinkinghardhardlythinking, @deangirl93, @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons). Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists can be found in my pinned post. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

Dean’s kneeling above you, hands resting lightly on your shoulders, while Sam is slotted between your thighs, cock buried inside you right up to the root.

The younger Winchester is brutal in everything he does— from his bruising grip on your ankles, making sure to keep your legs spread, to the way his teeth seem to catch every sore point as he bites at the skin on the inside of your knee.

Dean is all light in comparison to Sam’s darkness. His kisses are gentle and tender, and each of his touches, feather-soft. And while Sam is a man of few words, Dean doesn’t stop talking. Praise rolls off his tongue like molasses, constantly telling you how pretty you look, taking Sam’s thrusts like a good little girl.

“Wish you could see yourself princess, all full with my brother’s cock. You can feel him right here, can’t ya?” Dean coos, rubbing his hand down over the bulge protruding from your lower stomach. “I can feel him too. Bet he’s stretching that tight little cunt wide open.”

“Mmgh,” comes your muffled response, unable to form words as Sam fucks all cohesive thoughts out of you.

“Poor thing can’t even speak,” Dean scoffs, glancing up at his brother. Sam smirks back through strands of damp hair, and for a second you swear you see a flash of claret in his eyes.

You’d never normally pick up a guy in a bar, let alone two. However, moments after Dean approached you, sliding a vodka martini in your direction— which you naively downed, some internal trigger snapped, and it was as if the word ‘no’ had vanished from your vocabulary.

You can’t even remember how you got back to the sleazy motel, or when they stripped you naked. The last two hours— or maybe it’s three— are shrouded in an odd golden daze, and it’s hard to pinpoint what’s reality and what your mind has conjured up to fill in the missing gaps. But what remains as clear as day is the way you begged Dean to take you home just as his brother appeared, the sight of the Herculean sized man making your pussy clench. You knew that above all else, you needed them both. Now.

The more Dean continues to talk, the more you realise just how heinous his words become. He still calls you princess, kitten— even a brief baby girl is thrown in somewhere, but amongst the pet names, humiliation rolls off his tongue like melted chocolate, and they make your skin run cold, despite the fever raging beneath the layer of ice.

“Nothing but a common whore, aren’t ya?”

“Jesus, listen to y’self, whining like a filthy slut.”

“Just some dumb bitch desperate for cock.”

“Y’hear how wet your dirty pussy is for my brother? Anyone would think you wanted this,” Dean pauses, a menacing chuckle vibrating low in his throat. “Oh wait, you do.”

But you can’t stop Sam from nailing you into the dirty mattress. Your body won’t let you. It craves him like a drug— the feel of his cock a shot of heroin to the addict inside you. You writhe beneath him, letting his hands manipulate your body in ways you didn’t think were possible. You allow him to possess you while Dean watches on, somehow more aroused by the sight of his younger brother fucking some broad six ways from Sunday, than he is of doing the act himself.

He sits back on his haunches, idly stroking his cock to full hardness before shifting back to kneel over you, tapping the head of his shaft against your bottom lip.

“Open up doll, let me in,” he cajoles, and in your eagerness to please, your lips part further to allow him entry. He pushes into your mouth, meeting resistance as your throat tightens around his length. Dean hisses and leans forward on an enclosed fist, using his other hand to stroke the base of your neck.

“C’mon, wanna feel me right,” he squeezes your throat to highlight his point, “here.”

An alarming and renowned sense of approval fills your veins, and you open your mouth as wide as it can go. He slides over your tongue, and hits your tonsils, taking immense pride in the sound of him groaning your name deeply under his breath.

“Fuck, she’s like velvet, Sammy.”

“Wait ‘til you feel the bitch’s cunt,” comes his reply, and a slew of vicious thrusts intent on splitting you in two, “tighter than a virgin’s ass hole.”

You hear Dean scoff softly at Sam’s comment, like it’s some kind of inside joke. “You would know.”

The brother above you starts to roll his hips— steady, precise movements at first, until he’s matching his sibling’s harsh and merciless rhythm.

-

Sunlight streams in through the small streaks of clean glass at the window, prickling at your heavy eyelids as you slowly prise them open. The scratchy polyester sheet feels like sandpaper across your body, and it’s at that moment, you realise you’re completely naked. Wearily, you take in your unfamiliar surroundings, but you give up quickly— your head feels like it’s splitting in two, but it’s nothing compared to the ache between your legs.

Minute flashes of the night before cross your mind— bursts of bare flesh, a myriad of backhanded praise and groans, tremors upon tremors of euphoria, and inexplicably, in the far recesses of your darkest thoughts, a blink of ebony.

You rub your eyes as if it will somehow miraculously allow for the onyx-tainted memory to disappear— although every fibre in your being hopes it’s just a fragment of your imagination shrouded in the same broken and golden haze that most of last night is still cloaked in.

It does nothing to quell the images of midnight, and in your woozy state, you shift against the uncomfortable mattress in an attempt to maybe sleep away your headache, suddenly grimacing as you roll into a damp patch.

What the hell happened?

The effort to pull yourself up into a sitting position is monumental, your body like a lead weight as you slowly swing your legs over the side of the bed, feet eventually hitting the cold and threadbare carpet.

It’s then you catch sight of the mirror in front of you, a message scrawled in a garish claret, the ruined remains of your lipstick discarded on the desk beneath it.

“Until next time, Princess.”

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