#dom sam winchester

[winchesterride]

And since I already asked that I wanted to know the same about dom and sub relationship in wincest

I have I slightly preference for sub Sam 'cause he'd do anything Dean asked for, but then so would Dean so I do read both and like to understand the author reasons for that

How about you guys

[supercap2319]

Dominant Sam Winchester :🫢

*A smug smile spreads across my face as I see you getting all flustered again. I'm enjoying your desperation and submission way too much and I can't wait to see where this is going...*

"All right then..." *I say in a dominating tone, letting go and standing up, looking down at you with my arms crossed and my eyes playing with you, still in absolute control. I see you're just all eyes at this point, looking at me, I'm all you are focusing on as you are completely helpless before me. My smile grows as I add...* "Strip."

[alicetallulaafterdark]

SPN Reverse Bang Bang 2024 - Ledgers, Laws and Lemon Squares by Masoena - 04.11.2024

It was a blast to work with @masoena on this Samkeviel project for the @spnbangbang 😊💕

I've been wanting to do this rarepair for a while~ And I couldn't resist putting the boys in some lingerie 😉💗

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Samkeviel with Sam in black boxer briefs, Kevin in green panties and garter belt, and Gabriel in yellow panties and garter belt - Ledgers, Laws and Lemon Squares by Masoena - 04.11.2024

Done using watercolors, alcohol markers, ink pens, gel pens, colored pencils and graphite pencils

AO3 post / Bluesky NSFW post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter NSFW post

Samkeviel Sex Scene - Ledgers, Laws and Lemon Squares by Masoena - 04.11.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, metallic watercolors, gel pens, colored pencils, graphite pencils, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the stickers to censor

AO3 post / Bluesky NSFW post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter NSFW post

[welldonebeca]

Beverly and Heddy (and Sam) (I)

Summary: Takes place post 10x06: Sam runs into the lovely ladies who spent a whole hunt throwing themselves over him, and finally gives into their advances Pairing: Sam Winchester x Beverly LaCroix and Sam Winchester x Heddy LaCroix WC: 950+ words Warnings: Alcohol. Spoilers. Canon divergence.

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Sam looked around the fancy bar.

It wasn't his cup of tea - at all. Honestly, he wouldn't have walked inside but here was no other place for him to go.

Sam just needed some space. He couldn't get the image of Dean shooting Olivia over and over out of his head. Sure, she was a monster, but she still had a terrible life - and his brother would usually sympathise with that and make things fast.

‘Usually’ was the right word.

Now, though, with the mark, and for the first time in Sam's life, Dean was... scary.

He wanted to trust him - Dean was his brother, he would always put him before anyone else - that he had everything under control, but it was hard, sometimes.

So, he was drinking to try and clean his thoughts and take those ideas out of his mind.

He was just putting his glass down when he felt a sudden hand on his shoulder.

"Sam?" he heard in a familiar voice.

When he turned around, he simply raised his eyebrow.

The two friends. The... blonde housewives.

What were their names, again? Fuck, he couldn't remember. All he knew was that they were all over him when they were alone together.

It was nearly impossible to miss or forget their bitchy attitudes and hungry gazes.

Sam knew that... women over a certain age... they seemed to like him.

Dean usually called him a cougar catnip, but he just didn't understand why.

"Hey," he spoke slowly.

Fucking hell, he needed to get them out. He wasn't patient enough to be polite for more than five minutes now.

"We saw you coming inside," the long-haired one smiled. "What a funny coincidence seeing you here."

She was married - if the big ring on her finger had anything to say about it - but her friend wasn't. He could practically smell their wet cunts, it was pathetic.

"I thought I was too gay for you," he raised his eyebrows, snapping at her.

The long-haired one blushed, and he turned back to the bar, ready to ignore him. Her friend, however, sat right on his side.

"I'm so terribly sorry," the short-haired one spoke quickly. "You know, Bev... I... we..."

Sam watched her with a scoff as she looked for words.

"How about we bury the hatchet, and we can buy you some drinks?" 'Bev' spoke over her sister and looked around discreetly. "Lord knows, you can't afford the good stuff here anyway."

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. Now, he would stand up and leave, but the idea of more alcohol was more than a little bit appealing.

"Fine," he mumbled, drinking from his beer again.

He followed them from his seat and into a private session of the bar, once again sat between them, and let the short-haired sister play with the fingers of his free hands, eyeing the ring in Bev's finger when she held her cocktail high.

"Won't your husband be upset if he finds out with you are out with a strange man?" he asked. "Paying for his drink and rubbing yourself all over him?"

By his side, her sister chuckled.

"Her husband would rather fuck dirty young whores than Bev," she joked. "But she is fine with it,   Bev?"

Bev's eye twitched the smallest bit, and her lips curled in a teasing and disgusted smile.

"Of course, Heddy," she quipped. "Because at least I am married."

'Heddy' squeezed his fingers tighter.

They were a little more than buzzed now, and considering his own experience with his brother, were only going to escalate things now.

"And what a marriage, uh?" Heddy ran a finger up Sam's arm and giggled near his ear. "You know, I'm pretty sure she hasn't had sex in over a year."

"As if you have had sex since your husband left,"  Bev added, annoyed, to her sister. "He left her for his sugar baby. The girl is so young, I don't think it's even legal."

His eyes widened. What kind of competition was this? Who needed more sex?

And then, it clicked.

Of course. It was a competition for who needed more sex.

"Alright, that's enough," he interrupted them.

They both stopped, pouting, and before he could even say anything, Bev leant closed and put a hand on his thigh.

"How about we go somewhere more private?" she asked, upping on the seductive tone. "Heddy is really killing the mood."

"You are the one killing the mood!" Heddy huffed up, sounding very desperate.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"No one killing anything."

The sister exchanged catty looks.

"Well, who do you want, then?" Bev asked. "Me or... her?"

Heddy squeezed him.

"Just pick already, and she can go," she mumbled.

He rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers at the table.

It wasn't like he was doing anything tonight anyway.

"You are sisters," he remarked. "I'm sure you two have been taught how to share."

They both gasped, looking shocked.

"But... but..." Bev looked for words. "We've never..."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Of course not," he mocked them. "You two would rather fight over which guy sticks his messy cock in you than share."

The two exchanged looks, making faces he knew too well.

"Well?" Sam asked when they finally settled.

Bev pouted.

"Fine," she mumbled.

He turned to Heddy, and raised a questioning eyebrow to her.

"Alright," she decided. "We'll share."

Before he could say anything else, she pulled something from her purse and showed him a hotel key. "We are going to my hotel room."

Sam chuckled as Bev scoffed, looking clearly displeased.

"Why won't you pay, and we take that wine to go?" he smiled teasingly at Bev. "I'm sure we can finish it there."

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[nuemanfilms]

— pollen

He’s never felt like this, he’s never been on this rush before. But now that he is, he can’t stop. He’s never been so high on lust before, and now that you’re right in front of him, how can he resist?

16+

He was on this rush. Barely making it through the motel before he tugging your clothes off of you. He’s not patient. He’s taking what he wants. Like on some sort of high. And you’re letting him. Too far in, and why would he stop now?

He’s manhandling you, tossing you on the bed like you’re nothing. You let out a pathetic whimper. The sound of his belt being unbuckled. And then he’s looping it, tying it around your wrists in a secure grip.

He looks at you, pausing momentarily, just to admire his work. You’re completely at his mercy, and your legs parted willingly. He can practically feel the arousal dripping off of you feet away. And he can’t wait to bury his cock inside of your cunt. To see your pussy swallow him whole, or atleast try to.

His slacks are discarded, and he’s moving his hips between your legs, sliding past your outer lips. His hand wrapped around your throat before you could even let out a obscene noise. His grip tight enough to cut off just the right about of air supply.

Sam hasn’t acted like this before, he never has. He had this adrenaline in his system. It was almost terrifying.

He’s setting a rough pace after moments, feeling your pussy try and take him in. Your noises are choked, and your pussy is leaking around his thick cock.

He connects your lips, your lips parting instinctively to let his tongue slip past. He already won dominance the moment he entered you. And you didn’t mind at all.

His grip tightened around your throat. And you swore he was almost impossibly deeper. Your eyes were rolled in the back of your head.

He doesn’t bother to make any comments, his actions speak for himself. He’s desperate, ruthless.

“S-Sam-“ you choke out, he ignores it, loosening his grip slightly before moving his hips faster, brushing against your cervix with each thrust. It’s rough, sloppy. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you feel something.

“Take it.” He huffed, his own head tossing back as he lets go, releasing his frustrations deep inside of you.

[l1tw1ck]

In Exchange

Sub!Bottom!FTM Sam Winchester x Dom!Top!Male Reader

☆ Word Count: 3,617 ☆

AFAB Language Used

blacked out every time i wrote this like jekyll and hyde 😭 /j

CW: Non-Con, Sexual Coercion, Drugging, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Creampie, Pregnancy Mention, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Puppy Play (Collar, Puppy Sam), Nipple Sucking, Riding, Corruption

“Excuse me, are you [Name]?” Sam walks up to you as you're smoking outside a bar.

“What's it to you?”

“I’m Joseph Johnson. I'm a detective.” Sam shows you his badge just long enough for you to believe him. “I’d like to ask you some questions about the recent incident.”

“Then you’d better give up and ask someone else.”

Sam looks at you in dismay. “You're the only living witness, we won't be able to get anywhere without you!”

“I’m not sharing anything without something in return.”

He perks up. “I've got about 60 buc-”

“I'm not looking for money. I want you to get on your knees and give me a blowjob.”

He looks at you in shock. “Are you serious?”

“Completely. Make your choice, Sherlock.”

There is no choice. He needs this information in order to save the town. He has to do it. “Fine…Just don't make me swallow.”

You stub out your cigarette. “You're not in a position to make demands, sweetheart. You're gonna swallow it if you want me to talk.”

Chills run down his spine. You're so assertive, it's…..sexy. He almost slaps himself. He lets out a big sigh. “Okay.”

You smile. “Hold on.” You enter the bar and come out a few minutes later with a bottle of beer. It's already been opened. That makes Sam suspicious but in your defense, he doesn't have a bottle opener on him. Against his better judgment, he chugs the bottle.

He notices the chilling grin on your face but hopes it's not because you drugged him. You lead him to a secluded alleyway. “Kneel.” You unbuckle your belt.

“Here? Are you serious?”

“Didn't you hear me, pretty boy? Kneel.”

Sam frowns and gets down on his knees. He gulps upon seeing your hard cock. He’s never seen one in real life before, after all, he's never gone far enough for that.

“Open wide.” You tug on his hair. He looks at you with contempt but opens his mouth anyways. The feeling of your cock entering his mouth is completely foreign. It's way different than sucking on a popsicle or some other iced treat. It’s warm and pulsing. And it's thick, so thick his jaw hurts. “As I thought, you look much better with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”

Sam shivers. He can't believe that turned him on. His body suddenly begins to rise in temperature, as if he's come down with a fever. You don't seem to care about his reddening face as you slowly drag him back and forth on your cock. He stops worrying about it, even as he starts to feel more aroused than he should. He just closes his eyes and discreetly ruts against his hand as you do all the work for him. He feels so wet that his slick is probably bleeding through his underwear. He desperately needs to touch himself but he's sober enough to feel embarrassed about doing so. It's so hard for him to feel pleasure through his pants that he's started whimpering. You don't know why he's doing that but you're not complaining about the new sensation you're feeling.

“Shit- I’m already gonna come-” You moan. “Your mouth is amazing, sweetheart, you're better off selling it than being a detective.”

Sam moans as you come in his mouth. His mind is so hazy and high on whatever you drugged him with that he actually feels happy to swallow your seed. He’s completely out of his mind.

You pull him away from your cock and pry open his mouth with your thumb to make sure he's swallowed everything. “Good boy.”

He looks at you almost demurely.

“It’d be a shame to stop here, don't you think?” You run your fingers through his hair. The drug seems to have kicked in completely so you know he’ll agree.

“Mhm..”

“It’d be nice if I could fuck that sweet ass of yours...”

“Not there...” He shakes his head.

“Why not? I’d make you feel real good.”

“Isn't my pussy better?” Sam smiles, unbuckling his belt.

“It definitely is.” You smirk.

Sam shakily gets up on his feet and drops his pants and boxers to his ankles. He walks over to the wall and bends over, giving you a drunken smile. You look at his pussy and feel your cock immediately come back to life. He's so wet that his slick is on the inner corner of his thighs. You can't wait to dive into that.

You stick two of your fingers inside him, not caring for how that makes him feel, and explore his insides. He's soft, warm, and oh so fucking wet. Sam moans, too drugged to consider the fact that he's in public.

“Th- there!” His voice and legs are shaking. “Yes-yes-yes–”

“Already gonna come, darling?” You find his g-spot and immediately cause him to squirt. You watch in awe, painfully hard thanks to this mesmerizing display. You pull your fingers out and slowly inch your cock inside him. “Sorry, I just couldn't wait any longer. You don't mind, right, baby?”

Sam moans, eyes half lidded. “Mm- deeper~”

“The drug’s really changed you…or maybe it's just allowed your real personality to show?” You smirk, going deeper as he requested. “I might have to keep drugging you if it means I can fuck this sweet pussy of yours.”

He shivers, leaning further against the wall as you make him experience his pussy stretching to accommodate your girth for the first time. “Bi- big~” He bites his lip, absolutely blissed out.

“You like how big I am? Or how good your cunt feels stretching to fit me?”

“Ye- yes~ so good~” He answers both of your questions. “My pussy feels so good, [Name]~”

“Yeah? I’ll make it feel even better.” Once you bottom out you start fucking him at a rough pace. The warm and slippery feeling of his cunt is making you too aroused to control yourself. You cover Sam’s mouth with your hand, knowing he won't even try to keep quiet. Your hand quickly becomes drenched with his saliva, a constant vibration thanks to Sam moaning. You can still hear his moans, albeit muffled, but at a much better level that suits your location. “You're such a good boy, you know? Taking my cock so fucking well. If we were at my place, I’d be happy to hear you moan.”

Sam’s body reacts to being called a good boy, his cunt clenching around you once again.

“I wish I could have you, a cute puppy like you should have an owner. Although, I don't know if I have the strength to actually let you go.” You pull down the collar from the back of his shirt and bite him, making a mark that’s sure to last a while. You can tell just by hearing him and feeling the way his cunt reacts that he liked that. “How about you touch yourself for me, pup? I want you to feel extra good.”

Sam brings his hand down to his t-dick, gently stroking himself and accelerating the amount of time it’ll take him to have an orgasm.

“Look at you, following orders so well.”

He whimpers in response.

“You’d be better off belonging to me than some agency, don't you think?” You move your hand away from his mouth.

“Ye- yes- wanna be yours!” He moans, squirting again on your cock. In his current state of mind, he feels overjoyed at the idea of abandoning his dangerous “career” for a life full of pleasure and submission. He won't have to think or put his life on the line anymore. Right now, he doesn't have the ability to think rationally and being your dog is all he wants. “Tak- take me! I wanna be your puppy~!”

You bury your head in his shoulder, slowing down. “I’ll hold you to that. Gonna make sure you can't change your mind and leave me.” You come inside of him despite knowing he wouldn't want this if he was sober. At this point you don't care what he thinks, you just want him. Maybe the whiskey you had earlier is finally getting to you...

Sam wakes up on his motel bed, feeling something inside his underwear, a painful feeling in his neck, and a sharp headache. He closes his eyes and tries to recall what happened last night. He soon starts to remember everything, even after the drug kicked in. He should be angry but he isn't. He's horny. He sits up on the bed and looks around.

“Dean?” He calls out. No response. He leans back and brings his hand into his pants, sliding his index and middle finger down his slick cunt. He feels your cum and pushes it back inside him, fingering himself with your cum. He doesn't want to get pregnant but he can't help himself. Just doing this makes him so horny…He feels like a perv.

Sam leans back and moans, feeling extra sensitive. He remembers how you made him squirt for the first time and how it’d probably feel even more amazing if he could do it sober. He starts to think about all the compliments you gave him and how you wanted to make him yours. He knows he should be focusing on hunting, especially because of his powers, but he can't help but yearn for a safe life with you. He doesn't even really know you. He did a background check on you but he didn't look at anything that would’ve given him any information about your personality. He can't believe that a one night with you is making him feel like this. Making him want to relinquish his autonomy to a stranger.

He murmurs your name, absolutely enamored with you. Are you even human? You have to have some special power to make him so infatuated with you. Right?

Before he can reach his climax, the sound of the doorknob twisting stops him. Sam quickly takes out his hand and rubs it on his clothes. Dean opens up the door and immediately looks at Sam.

“Where the hell were you last night? And why are you in the same clothes?”

“I- I uh…got drunk.” He looks at him sheepishly.

“Why?!”

“[Name] didn't want to talk unless I won a drinking game…I won.”

Dean looks surprised. “That guy must be even more of a lightweight than you are.”

Sam laughs awkwardly.

“So what's the story?”

“I don't know–” Sam stops thanks to Dean’s expression. “Yet! I’ll call him today.”

“You got his number?”

Sam vaguely remembers you putting something in his pocket. He digs into his right pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He opens it up. I’ll talk. I left you hangover medicine, the morning after pill, and a pregnancy test. Let me know the results when the time comes. [Your Number]. “Yeah. I got it.” He turns to the bedside table and sees a bag with the logo from the local pharmacy. His heart flutters from your consideration. Which is ironic, considering what you did to him.

“Good. Take a shower and eat something, then call him.” Dean grabs the remote, gets onto his bed, and turns on the tv.

At around 11, Sam called you and now you're sitting outside a café with “Joseph” and his partner, “Francis”.

“There's two of you.” You raise your eyebrow. “Looks like you're not Sherlock, but one of the hardy boys.” You chuckle.

Sam laughs awkwardly. “This is my partner–”

“Wait, let me guess, Frank?”

“Francis. My friends call me Frank.” He smiles, impressed that you got the reference.

“Joseph and Franics. Interesting coincidence.” You’re tempted to inquire further but you decide not to. You're not too excited to recount the story but you’d rather just get it over with.

“And that was it.” You lean back into the chair. You noticed Sam was staring at you the entire time but you ignored it, you don't want to bring anything up with Dean around.

“Thanks for telling us. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” Dean stands up and shakes your hand. “Alright, let's go.” He turns to Sam.

“I- I actually have something to do, go without me.”

“What? What the hell could be so important?”

Sam looks away and doesn't answer.

Dean sighs heavily. “Fine. But don't let me find out you're trying to meet some girl or something.” He shakes his head and walks over to his car.

“So, what’s more important than your investigation?” You tilt your head in interest.

“I remember what happened last night.”

“I sure hope so, that's the whole reason I’m here.”

“No, I remember that you drugged me.”

You’re a little surprised, that wasn't supposed to happen. You know he won't turn you in though. You’re sure of it. “Are ya gonna turn me in, Mr. Hardy?” You smile teasingly.

“Not if you do something for me in return. It's only fair, right?”

You give him an amused look. “Of course, puppy, it's only fair.”

Sam blushes at the name.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Drive me to your place and you'll find out.”

“Alright, we'll have to make a quick stop though.” You grin and lead him to your car.

Sam enters your home, anxious for two reasons. One, because you went to a sex shop and told him what you bought is a secret. And two, because he's about to request something that nobody in their right mind would do after being taken advantage of in such a way.

He sits on your bed and watches you as you place the bag on your desk and reveal what you bought. A collar that closely resembles one for a dog, but clearly made to be worn by a human. Sam’s entire body heats up.

“Just a little something to remember me by.” You hand him the collar

He frowns slightly, he doesn't want to leave you. He doesn't know why he's so obsessed with you but he brushes away the thought and puts the collar on. He looks adorable. “Now you have to do my request.” He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. “I want you to eat me out.” He's been fantasizing about this in the shower. He can't leave this town without experiencing this at least once.

You lick your lips. “That's it? If that's what you want, I’ll be glad to do it.” You pull his pants and underwear off for him and kneel in between his legs. You slowly drag your tongue up his pussy, tasting him for the first time. You let out a soft noise of pleasure before wrapping your lips around his t-dick and slowly easing two your fingers into his cunt. Sam throws his head back and moans unabashedly as you suck him off, his body heating up. This is so much better than just fingering himself. Your mouth feels so good.

“Like that- yes~” Sam rolls his eyes back. It won't take long for him to come. “[Name]~!” He gasps when your fingers reach his g-spot. “Oh my God–” He falls back onto the bed, quickly climbing towards his orgasm. You add a third finger and continue to finger his wetness while sucking his cock more passionately. Sam can't even manage to get any words out, he feels too fucking good to even think about anything. He instinctively wraps his legs around your head and squirts, drenching you. He takes a few moments before letting go of you.

You pull away and lick your lips. “Now, how about a round two?”

Sam nods, removing his clothes. “I wanna ride you.”

“I’d love that.”

Sam hovers above your hard length, his left hand holding it in his place and his right on your shoulder. He lowers himself onto your cock, gasping when he feels you stretching him open. Despite his memory being mostly clear from that night, the pleasure he remembered wasn't enough to prepare him for this. “Fuck–!” He moans, continuing to lower himself down. Tears run down his cheeks thanks to the painful pleasure he's experiencing. “You're- so, so big-” He's breathless.

“You're adorable, puppy.” You hold his cheek in your hand. “I know you can handle it though, keep going.”

Sam moves further down until you're completely inside him. He looks at you, tears still streaming down.

“Good boy.” You kiss him. His eyes widen for a moment before closing his eyes and reciprocating the kiss. You briefly pull away to open your mouth and Sam is quick to catch on. You return to kissing him but now with your tongue. Sam considers himself a master at kissing, since it's the most he’s ever done. At least when it comes to receiving.

Sam finds himself grinding down on your cock, finding pleasure in the way you feel inside him.

You pull away from him and move down to his neck to bite and kiss it. You now move even further and wrap your lips around his nipple, happily sucking on it while your hand goes to massage his other breast. Sam whimpers and squeezes your cock happily. He could get used to this. Just being a dumb, slutty puppy for you to use sounds great to him. Sorry Dean and the greater good, Sam is giving up on being a hunter and choosing to become a simple toy.

You reluctantly leave his breasts and look at Sam with a smile. “Why don't you try riding me now?”

“Okay..” Sam places both his hands on your shoulders and slowly rises. He whimpers at the feeling. He never had the confidence to try using a dildo so he had no idea how intense this would feel. He quickly lowers himself, missing the feeling of your entire cock inside him. Even losing a few inches is upsetting for him.

“You don't want to do it anymore? Is it too hard for you, puppy?”

He looks away from you. “I want all of you inside me…”

“Aw, you can't even stand a few seconds? I promise you won't even feel it as long as you keep up a fast pace. It’ll feel much better than just having me inside you…although I do enjoy having you keep my cock warm.”

Sam tries riding you properly but he's still feeling weak and can't do it fast enough. He stops and looks at you.

“Let me help you.” You grab his waist and lift him up and down at a fast pace. Sam rolls his head back and moans in pleasure. “See? It feels good.”

“So- so good!” He cries. He feels so good that he barely even feels the painful slapping of his breasts against his chest. He can't even focus his sight, pain is nearly obsolete to him. He brings his hand down to his dick, stroking it as best he can. You can tell he's about to come.

“Come on, puppy, come for me.” You smirk. It doesn't take much longer after that for Sam to come. He squirts, making a mess on your body. “Good boy. Now it's my turn.”

Sam gasps as his body is suddenly pushed onto the bed, your hands squeezing his wrists tightly. “Just a little more, I know you can take it.” You roughly thrust into his cunt, indulging in the lovely wet warmth of his pussy. Sam doesn't mind, on the contrary, he’s happy to be used just to get you off. “You're so obedient, sweetheart, so perfect.” You start to act more like a dog than Sam, your horniness compelling you to rut into him like a wild beast. He can barely handle it thanks to the previous activities but he's fighting to stay awake. Seeing you in this state is much too arousing to miss.

“Tha- thank you~” He smiles stupidly.

Just hearing him say that with an expression like that makes you come. You briefly grip his wrists harder then loosen it as you come down from your high. “I don't want to let you go..”

“Me neither…I like being your puppy.” His eyelids start to feel heavy. “Wanna keep getting used…” He falls asleep. You kiss his forehead and pull out. You've never given an unconscious person a bath but it shouldn't be too hard.

Dean pounds angrily on your front door, a gun in his pocket ready to shoot you if necessary. Thanks to an eyewitness report from the café employee, he found out where Sam went. He doesn't know what's going on but he's furious. He hasn't answered his calls and he hasn't seen him since yesterday.

You open the door. “Ah! Francis. Here to pick up your partner?” You pause.

“What the fuck did you do to my brother?”

“Nothing he didn't like.” You reply plainly. “He's perfectly fine and drinking some tea. I’ll show you.”

Dean looks at Sam in shock. He's just wearing a big shirt and probably underwear. “Sam! What's going on?”

“I’m sorry, but I want to stay here. I love [Name] and I don't want to leave him.”

“WHAT?!” He's completely taken aback.

“You heard him. You’ll have to head back on your own. I’ll get his stuff for him.”

Dean doesn't trust you at all. He's going to be doing a lot of research on whatever monster you might be. He's convinced you're not human. “I’m staying longer. You probably did something to him…I don't trust you.”

“That's fine.” You smile. You have something else to worry about. “So…who's Sam?”

Sam and Dean both look at each other. Looks like they're going to have to reveal the truth, at least partially...

[godjustkys]

| mdni 18+

| SUPERNATURAL headcanons

please give requests.

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RATED: NSFW

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STATUS: You're already in a relationship.

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Request: none, I wrote it myself on February 23rd.

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Dean:

1 - He might not admit it, but god does he love being bent over;

2 - He is SO FUCKING LOUD. When he's on top, he mostly groans, occasionally moans, but when he's on bottom,, the whimpers, whines and moans that escape his mouth is unbelievable;

3 - Praise him and he's on his knees for you;

4 - If you EVER put on a cowboy costume and you have the cowboy boots on... he's hot and bothered the moment he lays his eyes on you;

5 - LOVES pulling on your hair during intercourse;

6 - If the two of you are having sex and he's overwhelmed, he'll grab a pillow to hold onto or grip the sheets;

7 - You two have fucked in the back of Baby.. per Dean's request.. (surprisingly.);

8 - Once, in the heat of the moment, you started facefucking Dean while he was giving you a blowjob and ever since that happened, it's been his favourite thing about sex;

9 - You manhandling him is his guilty pleasure;

10 - At the start of the relationship, Dean believed that it would kind of be a switch-switch situation during sex. When you fucked for the first time, Dean was riding you and his legs started shaking. At that moment, he was thinking about getting off of you, but when you grabbed his hips and made him ride you up until the end, he gave up on that thought.

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Sam:

1 - He is not loud at all. Sure, a couple moans here and there but it's mostly just heavy breathing or grunts. Unless he's overstimulated;

2 - Whenever he's horny, he won't make it clear to you. He just gets all grumpy and grouchy;

3 - Unlike Dean, when he's overwhelmed, he'll hold onto you. And he'll scratch the living hell out of your back;

4 - If you mess with his hair during sex, so much as pull on it, he will moan;

5 - Once, when Sam got back from a hunt with an unconscious Dean, you scolded him and he got hard. (involuntarily);

6 - Sam insisted on trying mirror sex - lo and behold, he had his face buried in the sheets for the majority of it (when you didn't hold his head up). Why? He was embarrassed;

7 - During a hunt, Sam got really grumpy. You had to do something about it because Dean's taunting demeanour would set him off immediately, so you just dragged Sam into the bathroom, when Dean was out, for a quickie. It worked wonders;

8 - You had a habit of not caring about shortness of breath when kissing, so when you first made out with Sam, he thought he was gonna pass out. (He was overreacting, he was nowhere close to passing out);

9 - He LOVES it when you're bold and straightforward, it turns him on so much;

10 - His whole body starts shaking due to pleasure if you focus on his chest and neck too much.

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Castiel:

1 - If he's in the mood for it, he won't tell you. He will just stare at you until you figure it out yourself;

2 - If there is a moment when Castiel doesn't put his hands on your chest or stare at it, consider it a miracle;

3 - He cannot comprehend why he can't form coherent sentences during intercourse. He says "it must be some kind of curse". In reality, he's just too into it to care enough about speaking properly, but he does not realize it;

4 - Castiel does not realize how much you being rough with him turns him on. Degrade him for a couple seconds and he's hard;

5 - During sex, he holds onto you so tightly with his hands that a lot of the time, they leave bruises. Once, he noticed them and asked what happened. When you told him that they were from him, he just looked at you confused and said: "I never hit you?";

6 - Even though you being rough riles him up a lot, he prefers soft and gentle sex.

7 - When the four of you, you, Sam, Dean and Castiel were riding in Baby (you and Cas in the back seat), you decided to just lay your head in Castiel's lap and get comfortable. He was your boyfriend after all. It was fine at first, you even closed your eyes. Then suddenly, Castiel pushed you off. You sat up looking at him puzzled. He just gave you glare as he looked out of the window and covered his crotch. (Inconvenient places to get hard #2);

8 - He knows how mad it drives you when he gives you that soft innocent look during sex, it just makes you want to go rougher on him;

9 - He once asked you to 'rail him' without knowing what it meant. When you explained it to him, he replied with "oh, okay. So will you?";

10 - He finds your hands (minus your chest) the most attractive thing in the world. He WILL stare at your hands during intercourse because he wants them on him 24/7.

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A/n: if you want any of these headcanons to be made into a oneshot, please let me know. <3

[fandoms--fluff]

Good Boy

Dom female reader x sub Sam Winchester

Summary: Subby Sam Winchester with a mommy kink

A/n: I wrote this with season 1-2 Sammy in mind but read for whatever season you like

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As you trail kisses down his chest, Sam squirms from where he’s laying underneath you, head resting back into a pillow, and hands gripping the scuffed motel sheets. Your cool hands travel up and down his torso, making him shiver from the cool touch against his warm skin.

You make your way down till you get to his pants, the only article of clothing still left on one of your guys’ bodies. “Should I take these off?” You teasingly ask, getting fervently nods in reply from a flushed Sam. His eyes scrunching closed, feeling your hand breezing over his crotch ever so lightly.

Softly smirking at his eagerness, you quickly unbutton his pants, pulling them and his boxers off, tossing it somewhere in the small space of the motel where the rest of your clothes are scattered about.

Holding out a hand, you lightly trace the bottom of his length up and down. Emitting a moan, Sam bucks his hips upwards into your hand, wanting to feel more.

“You want more Baby?” you ask, teeth biting into your lip.

“Y-yes” he moans out when he feels your hand wrapping around him. “Yes what, Sam?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yes Mommy” he answers, calling her a name that if anyone knew about would surely get a laugh from his brother at the least. Since all men should always be the dominate one compared to a woman, at least that’s what his dad had said scarcely before he left for Stanford and his brother hinting at through the years when he’d talk to him about the girls he went out with. Though he couldn’t give any reason to listen to that crap spewed out, you’re gentle and care more about him than anyone it feels like. Well, except maybe his brother, but that’s a whole different thing with his brother basically raising him instead of their actual dad.

“Good boy” you lean over and whisper into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Lifting your hand up to your mouth, you spit into it before placing it back. You start slowly moving your hand up and down his hardened cock, causing him to whimper and grip the sheets tighter to the point where his knuckles are starting to turn white.

Seeing his reaction, you decide to speed up your pace immensely, “Do you like it when Mommy touches your cock?” She asks after nibbling on his neck, a bruise starting to appear on his pale skin. “Mhm, Mommy it feel good” he answers, clear he’s going further into sub space.

You smile, gently kissing his flushed pink lips a couple times. Sitting back up, you stop stroking his cock, which in return, Sam lets out a whine. Except before he could say anything, you lean down and place a soft kiss on his tip, before taking him into your warm, hot mouth.

 You start sucking the head of his cock, progressively taking more of him into your mouth. And with that, has Sam moaning loudly from the amount pleasure you’re giving him. He exhales a loud moan as you suck him all the way down your throat.

Reaching down, Sam takes a handful of your hair splayed against his abdomen, loving the way your hair is so soft against his fingers. You smirk, cupping his balls into your left hand, applying just the right amount of pressure, making his back arch and mouth open in an o shape.

“M- I’m gonna cum” he calls out.

You pull your head back up, “My baby needs to cum?” You ask, a smirk set on your face. Sam nods, turning his head to the side, digging into the musty pillow to hide half his face.

You start pumping him with your hand, going at a fast rate, getting him to moan louder with each stroke. “First I need to see your pretty face, baby” you tell him.

Sam obliges and turns his head back, showing his entire face, watching as you move your hand up and down his cock. “There we go, now Mommy can see her baby’s face. Cum onto Mommy’s hand, sweet boy, cum for Mommy” you say, speeding her hand up magnificently.

“’onna cum, Mommy” he moans, while watching how your big breasts bounce along with your hand movements.

“Go on, baby” you tell him, smiling at the way his brows cutely furrow.

A couple seconds later a rope of cum layers your hand and his lower abdomen. “Good job baby boy, you did so good” You praise him.

He huffs out long breathes, catching his breath while coming down from his high. “Good?” He questions, looking up at you with still glossed over eyes.

“Yeah, my good boy” You move up the bed and lean down, placing a kiss on his lips.

[lambmotifz]

what are your favorite nsfw wincest headcannons?

i’m a “they didn’t have sex with each other pre series” truther

they have their first time together at some point in late s3 (dean’s clock is ticking and with each passing moment, he is closer and closer to death. and sam’s getting more and more desperate). another option that feels right to me is after sam gets his soul back and gets his wall broken (honestly this time stamp is perfect for them to have their first sex because at this point dean probably wouldn’t care that much about feeling guilty for wanting to fuck his little brother since he’d look at it as a way of taking care of sam)

also love the idea of them having their first time right before swan song

sam initiates and prefers to bottom. love love love s3 bossy power bottom sam. but other times he’d definitely prefer to be more submissive because dean is the only person whom he trusts enough to be vulnerable like that and also because he knows how much dean needs to be in control

dean doesn’t bottom and is mostly a service top but he might as well be a dom top (because he’s selfish and extremely possessive when it comes to sam. let’s be real his little brother is the only person he would ever want to domtop) or a sub top (we all know he canonically likes when “frisky women” ride him. “frisky women” include his brother obviously. you can’t convince me he doesn’t want to be sam’s personal dildo ♡). it mostly depends on the season. also pre hell dean would definitely be more sub than post hell dean

they don’t fuck often because it’s not really about sex for the sake of it. for dean, having sex with sam is first and foremost a physical way to own him, to prove to himself that sam is his. for sam it’s a bit more complicated because as much as he is a needy bratty bottom when it comes to his big brother, for the most part of it he’d see sex with dean as a way of showing his devotion towards him. that’s not to say that their romantic dynamic is one sided but sam is canonically much less possessive than dean is in their relationship. what he craves most is dean’s trust & approval, especially in s4-5

here’re kinks that i can see them having in canon

[nyxiswrites1200]

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEEASR more sub Sammmm you write its so well djdjdhbdd

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚~

Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Mommy kink, Oral sex, P in V, Begging, Edging, Committed Relationship, Lil fluff, Praise kink, Tears, Overstimulation

An: Due to highly popular demand, Sub!Sam is back 🤭 I hope you guys like this one too. I got so many requests for it, so hopefully everyone gets to see it. I'm sorry if everyone isn't fem but I couldn't shake this idea 🙏

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Sam was a tough person, he took a lot of mental damage from the events in his life. But you, you wanted to take that away even if just for a few minutes.

It was an interesting encounter that brought you to this conclusion. You had caught Sam palming at his cock one day. He thought you were still in the bath but you heard his soft moans and cracked open the door out of interest. Besides, he's your boyfriend anyway! A little peak wouldn't hurt...

Sam had his dick in his hand, rubbing himself as he smeared pre-cum over the tip. Soft and needy moans leaving him along with 'fuck, mommy, please' somewhere in there and then your name slipped too. It didn't take you long for you to put the pieces together.

So now, you had Sam beneath you, grinding your slick pussy against his hard cock.

Sam groaned as he watched the way you covered just the tip and shaft of his dick in your juices, never actually taking him inside you.

"Sweetie- please I-" He pleaded but you cut him off "No no, that's not what you want to call me" you interject, your voice is soft and teasing. Sam seemed confused by your words, his brow scrunched together in confusion. Much similar to when he can't figure out a case. Then his face flushed as he realized what you meant.

The thought goes straight to his already painfully hard erection. His cock twitching as he realizes what you wanted from him, and what he wanted to indulge in.

"M..Mommy, please. I need your pussy" he half stuttered his way through the plea. You gave him a look that showed you were proud.

"That's my good boy" you cup his cheek and kiss his lips briefly before sinking down onto his cock.

"Fuck-" his curse coming out choked and whiny as you began bouncing on his cock.

The sounds that filled the room were absolutely filthy. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your heat, every desperate whine that left Sam, and moans from you as well from how his huge cock filled you up.

Sam reached out to grab your hips but you stopped his hands, grabbing him by the wrists. "I didn't say you could touch, baby".

Sam whines "But mommy-" "No, you gotta listen to mommy, I know what's best" you respond sweetly. Sam practically pouts at your denial "Good boy, hands behind your back".

Sam does as you ask despite not getting what he wanted. Now this was a sight...Sam flushed, beneath you, completely naked, his muscular arms behind his back which only further shows off how muscular he is. He could have you any way he wanted, yet he listened and did only as you allowed.

You lean in and kiss him sweetly, he doesn't hesitate to return it. His hands itching to grab at you.

You feel his cock twitch inside you, you knew he was close. You tug at his bottom lip with your teeth as you pull off his cock right before he reaches bliss.

"Ah- Mommy- please, why?" He whines, his words coming out needy and stumbling over one another. You can't help but almost feel bad. He looks so needy, completely at your mercy.

You lean in and caress his cheek, kissing down his jaw "Mm, just wanted to drag this out a little longer baby...you're being such a good boy for me, you know that?" You praise. Sam groans as he nods, tilting his head back as you trail your kisses down.

"Yes mommy..." He responds, breathless. "You wanna eat mommy's pussy? Hm?" You ask softly, kissing him gently. Letting him know you're still all about what he wants, that he's welcome to stop you or deny you.

Sam gave you a knowing dorky smile, one that you knew meant he liked this. "Please, I wanna taste mommy's pussy" he responds softly.

You get Sam to comfortably lay back on the bed, you then carefully sit on his face. If you knew anything, Sam loved to eat you out. He was also damn good at it.

Sam didn't hesitate to lick a stripe across your cunt. He started devouring you. You moaned out loudly as you gripped at his hair.

He sucked at your clit, dragged his tongue along your slit before fucking it inside. You held his hair tight as you grinded into his face. "Fuck yes, baby. Eat mommy's pussy...good boy~" you moan out loudly as you feel him suck on your clit again. Groans would leave him, he fucked his tongue into you. Lapping up your juices, you bit your lip as you saw his hips twitch up into nothing, desperate for friction on his pretty cock.

You sit up for a second, adjusting yourself, Sam immediately whines when he can't taste you anymore. "Shh, just give me a second" you say softly before turning around so your pussy is facing him but you're near his cock.

Sam immediately indulges back into you but you wrap a hand around him, making him let out a whiny gasp of a moan into your pussy.

You can't help but feel a little cocky with how easily Sam reacts to you. You continue to stroke his cock while his tongue dips back between your folds. Both of you, filling the room with moans and whines. You lean forward to kitten lick the tip of Sam's cock, making him whine.

You can feel yourself getting close, you let yourself get pushed to the edge before pulling away. Sam protests but they are quickly cut off when you sit down on his cock in one swift motion.

Sam whimpers as his hands twitch up to hover right above your hips. "Don't cum" you say breathlessly, forgetting how huge Sam is, how his cock kisses right up against the deepest part of you.

You grind down on him, grinding on his cock. You moan as you use him to get yourself off, watching him squirm through your half-lidded gaze.

"Mommy- Mommy, I can't-" he whines, his hands digging into the sheets just to have something to grab. "What? You're gonna cum?" You almost taunt as he whines, tears forming on his lash line. You place your hands on his muscular torso as you lean in, still grinding down on his cock.

"You need to cum, baby?" You speak softly, Sam whines as he nods, his breathing coming out shaky as he feels you purposely tighten around him. Your warm walls flutter against his sensitive cock.

"Please please, mommy...I need it" he begs you, how can you deny that? He looks so pretty beneath you, about to cry because he needs to cum. A thin layer of sweat on his perfectly sculpted figure.

"Since you've been such a good boy...go ahead" she grabs his wrists and guides them to her hips "Fill me up with your cum, pretty boy" you encourage.

Sam looks up at you before firmly gripping onto your hips with his hands. He begins fucking up into you at a relentless pace.

You can't help but moan as you lean into his chest for support. Sam holds you tight as he practically uses you like some toy, just roughly fucking up into your pussy. Groans and whimpers leaving him, small whines of 'Mommy feels so good' and 'fuck's here and there.

You get pushed over the edge easily and clamp down on his cock. You practically scream as you finish. Sam's dick absolutely drenched in your slick, dripping down to his balls. He held you down on his cock as he came to, desperately relieved whines and moans coming from him. He filled you up so much it started dripping back down.

Both of you panted for a moment. You lean forward and start grinding on his cock again, making him whine "Too much-" he stutters "I think you can cum in mommy's pussy again" you tease as you kiss down his jaw "My pretty good boy.." you praise as you lean up and kiss his lips. In which Sam quickly responds, he's drunk off your praise and control. He liked not having to think. He just had to do what you wanted. Either sit there pretty, stuff his face in your pussy, or stuff you with his cock.

"So, how about we try it?"...

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Go Easy | Sam Winchester Oneshot

Summary: Sam’s hiding a part of himself from his new, inexperienced girlfriend, but maybe he doesn’t have to. 

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Tags: teasing, flirting, mentions of virginity, mentions of liking younger women, angst, mentions of BDSM, Dom/sub vibes, mild BDSM, bondage, fingering, p in v

WC: ± 2.8K A/Ns: This was commissioned by someone who would like to remain anonymous! Hope you like it!

Sam Winchester Masterlist

“So, how did you two meet again?” 

There’s a sparkle in Dean’s green eyes that Sam knows only too well means that Dean hasn’t forgotten at all, and he’s only asking the question for one reason; to tease the living fuck out of him. 

“Urm, at the college library,” Y/N replies softly, clearing her throat and offering his brother a polite smile as she reaches for her glass of wine. 

“Of course you did,” Dean chuckles, “so you’re one of these brainy young professors too?” 

“Urr…” Y/N glances nervously at him, and Sam knows it’s his turn to step in and save her. 

“No, actually, Y/N is a student,” Sam needlessly reminds his brother, unashamedly. 

The smirk instantly curls over Dean’s lips as he chuckles, shaking his head. “A student, Sammy? You’ve been working there for two months and you’re already sleeping with the students, why am I not surprised?” 

Sam’s brow instantly pulls into a frown as he shakes his head. “No, it’s not like that, De,” he protests, looking over to see Y/N is also confused by Dean’s comment. 

“What does he mean?” she asks, blinking at him. 

“Nothing,” Sam insists. “He’s just being an ass.” 

Dean continues to chuckle, reaching for his beer and taking a long swig before swallowing hard and licking his lips. “Listen, we can just address the elephant in the room, okay?” he grins, looking between them. 

“Dean, no,” Sam warns, hoping his brother will realise he is barking up the wrong tree completely right now and will back off. 

“Oh c’mon, Sammy, we shared a bedroom wall long enough for me to know what you’re into. You’re hardly shy about it. And we’re all adults here… at least…” his eyes land back on Y/N, and Sam’s jaw clenches. 

“Jesus, Dean, she’s more than legal,” Sam grunts, wishing his legs were just a few inches longer so he could kick his brother under the table. 

“Relax, I’m teasing you both,” Dean laughs easily, lounging back in his chair with his beer in hand. 

Sam glares over at his older brother for a moment, before looking across at Y/N to make sure she’s okay. She seems a little flustered, but before he can reach out to take her hand in hopes of relaxing her a little, she rises to her feet and softly excuses herself. Sam watches her leave, heading towards the bathroom, and then turns his attentions back to his brother. 

“Seriously, dude?” he huffs. “Now she probably thinks I’m some pervert.” 

“Well, from what I’ve heard–” 

“Dean, I’m serious,” Sam interrupts. 

“Oh, c’mon Sammy, you’re not exactly quiet about your… tastes,” Dean argues, smirking slightly. “I’m just saying that she’s exactly the kind of girl I thought you’d date.” 

“It’s not like that, De,” Sam protests, “not with her.” 

Dean cocks an eyebrow as if he doesn’t believe him. “So you’re telling me you’re not dating a younger woman who’s all quiet and reserved because she’s exactly the kind of girl who obeys your every command?” he mocks. 

“She’s not like that,” Sam continues to argue, and he thinks maybe Dean is finally believing him, because a small frown pulls on his brow.

“Wait… really? This isn’t one of your… kinky things?” 

“No, Dean,” Sam scoffs, still amused by Dean’s naivety even after all this time. Sam’s tried on more than one occasion to educate his brother on the lifestyle, but Dean couldn’t be further from Sam when it comes to things like this. “We’re actually dating, she’s actually my girlfriend,” he explains. “My very inexperienced girlfriend you’ve probably completely freaked out, so thanks for that.” 

“Inexperienced?” Dean blinks, but then another cheeky smile lights up his face. “Sammy, you dirty dog!” 

“Dean–” 

“Well, in my defense, dude, you don’t date much.” 

“You didn’t think it was weird I’d asked you to meet her?” Sam questions. 

“I don’t know what happens between you and these girls,” Dean protests, shrugging. He’s quiet for a moment, but then he seems to get a little more serious, playing with his beer bottle. “So, is she open to what you like, or…”

Sam can tell that it’s a genuine question, so he doesn’t roll his eyes or complain, instead he takes a deep breath and decides to answer honestly. “I doubt it, we’ve never talked about it.” 

“So you’d pack it all in for her?” he asks next. “Do you like her enough to do that?”

“Yeah, I think I would,” Sam nods honestly. 

“Well then, I’m sorry dude, didn’t mean to freak her out.” 

Sam looks towards the door leading down the hallway towards the bathroom and takes a deep breath. “I’m sure she’s fine,” he tells his brother, realising he’s only trying to convince himself more than Dean. 

Y/N has been even more quiet than usual as they clean up after dinner. With Dean now gone, Sam was hoping she’d be a little more confident, like he’d noticed her becoming in the recent weeks, but she doesn’t say much as she clears away plates and carries them out into the kitchen, placing them alongside the sink. He watches her begin to run the hot tap, filling the sink up with warm, soapy water, and leans in the doorway just observing for a moment or two, wondering how he’s going to approach this. 

“Hey, let me do that, it’s my place,” he protests, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle. 

“It’s fine,” she insists softly. Sam places a soft kiss to the back of her head, and he watches as her movements slow and she clears her throat. “Sam, what did your brother mean when he said he’s not surprised that I’m a student?” 

“Nothing,” Sam half lies. “He was just being an older brother and trying to embarrass me.” 

“So you’ve not been with other students?” she checks, turning herself around and stepping out of his embrace to face him. 

“No, not since I was a student myself,” he tells her honestly this time. 

“Students your own age?” she asks next, almost challengingly. 

“Pretty much,” he nods. “Y/N, I’m not into young girls or anything,” he laughs awkwardly. “There’s not even ten years between us, it’s not about that for me. Look… can we just forget the whole dinner, please?” he pleads, already exasperated. 

She’s been spooked enough for one night, she doesn’t need to hear all about Sam’s twisted, kinky fetishes too. He’s kept those a secret for a reason. He didn’t know it when he first started dating her, but Y/N had been a virgin before they met, and he could still count on one hand how many times they’ve had sex. If he was ever going to show her that side of him, it wouldn’t be now. 

“So you’re not into young virgin girls?” she asks bluntly, blinking at him. 

“No, absolutely not,” Sam protests immediately, the very implication making his skin crawl. “Firstly, I didn’t even know you were a virgin when we met. Secondly, you’re twenty two, you’re not even a teenager anymore–” 

“Okay,” Y/N interrupts. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to accuse you of being a perv or anything, I just… when Dean said he knows what you’re into…” 

“He didn’t mean that,” Sam tries to explain. 

“Then what did he mean?” she presses, blinking at him again. 

Sam sighs heavily, not sure he can answer that honestly if he wants to keep her in the dark about his fantasies and desires. 

“Is it bad? Is that why you won’t tell me?” she implores. 

“No, it’s not bad,” he argues weakly, shaking his head. “I just don’t wanna freak you out, I know you’re new to all this.” 

“Maybe physically, but one of the perks to being late in the game means I’ve done a lot of research,” Y/N admits coyly. “So I’m not as naive as you think.” Sam’s eyebrows rise at her implication. “Just tell me, Sam, please?” she begs softly, a lot more seriously than before. 

Sam huffs a breath and licks his lips for a second, gathering his thoughts. 

“Usually, I like a certain… dynamic in the bedroom,” he tries to explain briefly. “But, I would never expect that from you, so I’ve never brought it up. I’m fine with the way things are between us,” he rushes to add for reassurance. 

“What kind of dynamic?” Y/N asks, seeming to ignore the second half of his comment. 

“Urm… me in charge… in control… y’know, pain for pleasure kind of thing,” he admits, feeling his cheeks heating up at his admission. Normally he’s a lot more sure of  himself, oozing confidence as he explains exactly how he expects it to go down between him and the girl he’s about to fuck. But Y/N is different, and he doesn’t want her running for the hills because of this. 

“So BDSM stuff?” she clarifies, biting her bottom lip. 

“Yeah, that stuff,” he nods. “So are you freaked out?” he asks, unable to stop himself. 

Y/N doesn’t answer at first, she just stares at him and swallows hard, and Sam’s pretty sure she’s about to break up with him, leave and never come back. But what actually happens takes him off guard, as his eyes follow her as she drops to her knees at his feet and settles into a kneeling position, looking up at him through her lashes. 

“What… What are you doing?” he stammers out, afraid that maybe she feels like she has to do this for him. 

“Something like this?” she checks. 

“You don’t have to–” 

“You don’t think I don’t know exactly what you want… Sir?” she asks softly, a tiny smirk beginning to spread over her lips. 

Instantly Sam’s cock begins to harden behind his jeans. It’s been a while since he’s seen a girl on her knees at his feet, and while he hears people call him Sir a lot thanks to his job, it feels so different hearing it come from her lips in that tone. 

“A-are you sure?” Sam checks sincerely for a moment. 

She doesn’t reply to begin with, she just reaches out, softly running her hand up his leg, over his thigh and towards the now obvious bulge in his pants. 

“Like I said, I’ve done my research, I know what I like the look of,” she explains, her hand now cupping his cock through the denim, making Sam’s head a little foggier. “I wanna know if it’s as good as it looks, I want you to teach me,” she purrs, blinking at him seductively. “Just go easy on me?” 

Sam reaches forward, cupping the side of her face. “I’ve got you, baby girl,” he confirms, feeling her lean into his touch. “I’ll guide you through it.” 

Your POV

Holy fuck. 

Sam’s teeth drag down your throat, his large hands finally releasing your wrists above your head, smoothing down your arms. 

“Leave them there,” he growls against your skin, his hands now finding your breasts, fondling them for a moment or two before reaching around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You moan, arching your back into him, your hands finding his long hair so you can card your fingers through it. “I said, leave them there,” Sam growls, instantly pinning your hands above your head once more. “Don’t make me tie them up.” 

Just the very thought of him tying you to the bed, making you completely at his mercy makes your insides flutter with even more arousal that pools between your bare legs. 

“Please do,” you find yourself gasping, your brain foggy with arousal and desperation. 

“You’d like that, hm?” he smirks, leaning back to look at you. “You’d like me tying you up, using you however I want?” You instantly nod, desperate for just that. “Use your words, baby girl… always use your words with me,” he commands. 

“Y-yes I want that,” you confirm verbally. 

“Sir,” he adds for you. 

“Sir,” you also add, breathlessly. You’d always liked the idea of calling a guy Sir in the bedroom, but you never thought it would be this much of a turn on.

You watch him climb off of you, now standing at the foot of his bed as he reaches down for his jeans on the floor, and without taking his eyes off of you, he grabs the belt still in the loops and pulls it free. The sight is near enough orgasmic as you once again arch your back and moan, desperate for some attention between your legs. 

Sam uses the tail of his belt to trail up your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake as you squirm underneath him. 

“Maybe one day we can use this for something a little more entertaining,” he ponders, a wicked smirk curling over his lips. “But for now, we can make good use of it in other ways.” 

You feel him wrap the leather around both your wrists, and with only a few tugs, you find yourself bound to the headboard, unable to move your hands very far; unable to touch him anymore. And suddenly, you want nothing more. His cock is hard and practically dripping with precum on your thigh, and you want to wrap your hand around it, to give him some relief. But he seems unfazed by the lack of attention it’s receiving, instead focused on your body, and the way it’s writhing underneath him. 

His hazel eyes scan over what feels like every single inch, and he hums in appreciation, his hands beginning to ghost over your skin. When his touch begins to trail lower than your belly button, you find your legs widening as if to encourage him between them. He seems to oblige without any further teasing, which you’re grateful for, because you’re not sure how much longer you can take this. Your head feels like it’s going to explode. Being at someone’s mercy is so much better than it had been in your head all those times you’d gotten yourself off to the fantasy, or touched yourself to those videos you used to be so ashamed about liking. 

“Someone’s wet,” he notes, a smug grin on his lips at the fact. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” 

You nod desperately, bucking your hips against his fingers, feeling him rub your clit as you begin to moan. 

“Yes, Sir,” you rush to confirm, just about mustering enough sanity to remember to use your words like he’d commanded. 

“If you like this, wait until I train you to be the perfect little slut for me,” he growls, and you gasp for air as his fingers push inside you with his words, your head spinning with the mixture of the sensation and the very thought of his words. “This body is perfect, and it’s all mine, isn’t it?” he asks, his eyes landing on yours. 

“All yours, Sir,” you confirm, breathlessly. “Please… please fuck me,” you find yourself begging, unable to take much more. You just want to feel him inside you; it’s a feeling you’ve grown to love, and you only wish you’d have met him sooner. 

“That’s not how you beg,” Sam growls, curling his fingers and making you cry out in pleasure. “Ask nicely, or I won’t fuck you at all.” 

“Please, Sir. Please will you fuck me? I need you to fuck me, please.” 

“That’s better,” Sam hums, removing his fingers and stroking his cock, slicking it with your juices from his fingers. “Such a good girl, I can tell you’re going to do so well,” he praises. 

He leans over you, teasing the tip of his cock through your arousal, softly pressing against your opening as he chuckles at your desperation. You buck your hips in hopes that he’ll slide deeper, but he holds back, smirking almost evilly down at you, clearly relishing in just what he’s driven you to. 

“Please, Sir,” you beg one last time, barely audible through your gasps for breath. 

Sam leans down, bringing his mouth close to your ear, his cock still only just inside you. “I love the way that sounds on your lips,” he breathes out, his cock throbbing as if to prove his point. “I can’t wait to show you exactly how I like it.” And just the thought of this getting even better, has you on the edge.

[miserable-sarah]

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Pairings: Sam x Reader

Requested: Hi. Your stories are great.

I would also like to ask you for a small fanfikton Reader is a bit emotionally upset after a hunt in which she was not supposed to participate. She runs haphazardly through the bunker, bumps into things, gets quite cheeky, eats her way through the kitchen, from cakes to chips.... Sam watches her goings-on for a while, amused, until he decides it's better to put a stop to her, and he knows just how to set his little girl's head straight again.

( daddy Dom) ("next time I tell you to stay in the bunker, you stay in the bunker! Got it!) .... Lots of cuddling at the end. Hope you like the idea. Greetings from Bavaria

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Oral (F&M), NSFW, Dark!Sam, Rough sex, spit kink, Daddy!Kink, slapping, yelling. (sorry if I missed anything.)

Summary: You go on a hunt, you were supposed to stay in the bunker because it was dealing with things you've never dealt with and Sam didn't want you getting hurt. You didn't listen anyway and went. Of course. Sam sets you straight.

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You pace around the kitchen, you were waiting for your food to stop heating. You wanted ice cream but you didn't have any in the bunker. You went on a hunt you weren't supposed to go on. You saw some things you'd never thought you'd ever see. Hell hounds, demons, angels. Nothing made sense anymore. The only thing you know is food, it's the only thing that doesn’t change or surprise you. You take your food out and walk around the bunker, pacing, again. You still can’t wrap your head around what you saw. You almost died, and not because of a demon because of an angel! Aren’t they supposed to be nice!?

You bummed into a lamp, it shook but didn’t fall. You looked at Sam. Sam just looked at you and looked away. Sam and Dean watched you, they know what you’re going through because they also went through it.

“Soon.” Sam replies.

“Soon.” Sam replies.

“She ate all my chips” Dean sighs with a pout.

“Just go get more” Sam shakes his head. The boys stiffen up when Y/n makes her way towards them.

“Why didn’t you tell me? It just doesn’t make sense.” You shake your head confused. Sam tells you everything. Dean backs away.

“I’m just gonna get more snacks” he grabs his keys and leaves

“Sam?” Sam sighs and sits you in the table.

“I was trying to protect you”

“Protect me?!” You shake your head “no that’s all I ever hear. What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me?”

“That is the real reason”

“Did you think I wouldn’t believe you? Or that I couldn’t handle it? Why would you not tell me this? Because I would be too worried what?!”

“Y/n I didn’t tell you so you would be protected. You need to calm down.” Sam was enjoying your little show but now that it’s directed towards him he’s unamused.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’ve been friends with angel and no one decided to tell me! Cas didn’t even tell me!” You pace around more. “Then, I almost get killed” Sam picks you up. “What are you doing?” You yell, he’s draped you over his shoulder with ease.

“I’ve to calm my little girl down” he says walk towards his room. Sam throws on his bed.

“Sam” you whisper

“It’s okay daddy’s got you” you shiver at his words. You lay down on the bed letting Sam take control like always. Sam’s hands run over your sides, he dips down and gives you small kisses on your lips and neck. He removes your shirt with ease, your pants join your shirt somewhere in the room. He kisses down your body, his fingers twist your nipples. You let out a little moan. Your eyes watch as he gets lower on you. The anticipation makes you crave more. You feel yourself getting wet, you clench around nothing. He’s definitely doing his magic because you’re not thinking of the hunt anymore. He kisses your inner thighs making you tingle.

"Sam, please" You start to get needy.

"Please what?" You groan and throw your hair back, you can feel yourself getting embarrassed.

"Please" you stutter "Please, fuck me" you say quietly.

"Louder"

"Sam!" You whine out. He slaps your thigh hard, you let out a squeal. "Daddy, please fuck me" You say louder. Sam smirks at you and he pulls your thong off your body, you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. You quiver just thinking about his touch. Sam kisses your inner thigh again, he moves his head over and licks a strip.

"You want that?" He is still smirking at you. You nod your head. "Words" he slaps your thigh again.

"Yes, daddy" you whimper, you bite your lip and look at him in the eyes. He stares right back at you, his large hands hold your hips down as he starts sucking and licking at your clit. You moan and try to move your body but Sam's got you held down. You throw your head back and enjoy what he's doing. Sam slaps your thigh again making you look at him. You watch him and he makes sure you're watching. Sam always loves to watch how you look when he's pleasing you. You moan and shake slightly, you grab a handful of his hair and lightly yank on it. Your hands slide down his shoulders, to his arms, then finally to his hands.

"You taste good" Sam mumbles, he enters a finger into you. "Like that?" he asks you, you nod your head

"Y-yes daddy" You stutter, he enters another finger stretching you out. You clench around his fingers and he chuckles at you. He brings his head back down and licks your clit over and over again. "Daddy" you moan loudly, you can feel your body shaking you lay back letting it take over. "I-i'm" you stutter not being able to finish your sentence, Sam thrusts his fingers faster and harder encouraging you to finish. You shriek and your vision goes blurry. Your whole body is shaking and you're completely over taken by bliss. Sam helps you ride out your orgasm of course like always.

Sam stands up and you look at his body, you bite your lip. "Like what you see?" He teases you. You nod your head yes. Sam grabs you by the ankles and pulls you further off the bed, you squeal and giggle. "Are you feeling better?" He asks kissing your lips sweetly.

"Yes" You kiss back. Sam takes his pants and boxers off, he picks you up and plants you against the door, your legs are wrapped around his waist. He kisses your neck roughly, you make a gasping moan because the door is cold and your body is hot. You grab Sam's face and kiss it. He kisses back roughly, your hands are running up and down his chest and back.

"Are you ready?" He asks

"Yes daddy" You say confidently. Sam lines him self up and lets you fall onto him. You moan out loudly, Sam does the same. He doesn't give you any time to adjust he just keeps thrusting into you roughly. "Fuck!" You yell, you put your head against the door and watch as he uses you like a toy. He's glistening from his sweat, his hair is falling in his face, the room is hot and stuffy. He kisses your neck again down to your shoulder. The room is filled with your moans, his grunts, and sex noise. You love when he gets this rough, when he focuses on you and pleasing you. He lifts you back off the wall, he holds your thighs roughly you'll definitely have bruises. He slams into you repeatedly.

You scream loudly "Too deep" you whimper.

"Daddy's gotta teach you a lesson." Your eyes widen, when Sam gets rough he gets real rough.

"No no I learned my lesson" You groan.

"No you haven't" He pants "I had to take care of you, just calm you down because you couldn't listen."

"Daddy please" You beg, you have tears in your eyes. It feels good but hurts at the same time. Sam slams you down harder on him, you dig your nails in his shoulder blades causing him to hiss at you. His large body holds your shaking tiny one against him. "Next time I say stay in the bunker, you stay in the bunker! Got it!"

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry" you whimper.

Sam drops you to your feet.

"Knees" You immediately drop on them. Sam's fingers go under chin, he slowly moves his thumb to your lips, he spreads them apart, you suck on his thumb. "Good girl" He says watching you intensely. He removes his thumb and grabs you by the throat. "Be good" He says sternly. You nod your head yes. He smirks and holds his cock to your lips, you open your mouth inviting him in. Sam thrusts into your mouth he hits the back of your throat and you try your best to hold back a gag. Sam holds your head still, he thrusts in your mouth, so deep your nose touches his pubic bone. You choke and cough, you have tears in your eyes. You look up at him and he watches you struggle. He pulls back letting you breathe. You suck and lick his tip, he lets out a moan. He slams back in and bottoms out again.

"You like sucking daddy's dick?" He says pulling some of your hair out your face. You nod your head "Words" He slaps your cheek.

"Yes, daddy" You say but it's muffled because he's stuffed in your mouth. He taps your cheek a few times. He pulls back letting you breathe again. He pulls completely out, you stay on your knees with your mouth open, like a good girl.

"My little whore" He whispers to you. He circles around you "Look at how good I've got you trained" he stands in front of you again towering over you. His fingers squeeze your cheeks together, he lifts your head. You stick out your tongue and he lets spit fall from his mouth onto your tongue. "Good girl" He smirks at you as you swallow. "Bound to me" he says, it's almost sinister the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He stands you back up and he lays down on the bed. He motions for you to get on top.

You get on top and slowly sink yourself down on him. You let out a groan and throw your head back, Sam's hands grab your breasts, he squeezes them and plays with your nipples. You move yourself up and down on him. You love the way he feels inside you, he stuffs you completely and some angles he's too big but you love it anyway. He always says you'll get used to him but you're not sure you will.

"You like being my whore?" He asks sucking air in through his teeth.

"Yes, daddy I love being your whore" you moan

"You're mine forever" He moves his hands down guiding your hips.

"I'm yours forever" You agree. Sam pushes you down so you're pressed against him, he lifts his knees up and thrusts into you over and over again. You moan loudly.

"Fuck daddy" you whine. "I'm gonna cum" You say in his ear. He grips onto your hair pulling it.

"No" he groans "You can't"

"Please!" You whimper, you're so close. He shakes his head no. You close your eyes tight and try not to think about the pure pleasure you're in. Sam flips you over, he lifts your legs over his shoulder. He slams into you harder, his fingers rub your clit. You scream out, there is no way you're going to be able to hold back.

"Sam, please!" Fuck, what a big mistake. Sam slaps your cheek, you groan while holding your cheek. It still doesn't distract you, if anything it brings you closer.

"What did you say?" He asks, his entire body is sweating, he's panting, he has hair sticking to his face.

"D-Daddy" You stutter your breathing is way off, your legs are shaking and you're trying to cum all over this man.

"Better" he huffs. Sam leans back, he grabs your hips and slams into you.

"Oh my god" You groan through your teeth, his fingers still rubbing your clit. "Daddy I-I can't-" Your whole body is taken over by pleasure, you can't help but cum, and cum hard. `You feel something snap and a huge release. You scream his name loudly, your hands grip the sheets, your body is shaking violently, you close your eyes tight. Sam helps you ride it out. Luckily he didn't stop.

"You're going to be punished" He smirks at you whispering in your ear. "I'm going to cum in you, make sure you're nice and full" You bite your lip and nod.

"Yes daddy, cum in me please" Sam closes his eyes, his eyebrows furrow together and moans softly. You move up and kiss on his neck sucking on his sweet spot.

"Fuck Y/n" He mumbles, you can feel warm strings of liquid fill you up. His thrusts slow and get sloppy. Sam lets out little moans before pulling out completely. He flops on the bed next to you. You both lay there catching your breath. You move over and lay your head on his chest, he plays with your hair softly.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks

"No" you smile at him.

"Good" He kisses the top of your head. "Sorry about that hunt, Y/n. You weren't supposed to learn everything that way. We are going to explain everything to you and train you to defend yourself against them."

"Thank you, Sammy" Sam kisses your head again and gets off the bed to help you get cleaned up. "How about we do round 2 in the shower?" You wink at him.

"We can shower, but there's no round 2 honey" He smirks at you, you look at him confused. "I told you, you're being punished. I'm thinking no cumming for a week" you gasp

"I had a hard day" you pout

"Should've listened to me" He smirks at you again. You groan and flop back on the bed. This week is going to be torture.

~~ Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it took a while!

[nuemanfilms]

WET DREAMS || S.W

— You didn’t think Sam was the type to have a wet dream, but his heavy breaths and small whines against your neck said otherwise.

Summary; Unresolved tension that Sam and Fem!Reader are constantly teased for by the older Winchester finally gets resolved when Sam manages to have a wet dream while sharing a bed with her.

Content Warnings; Smut, piv, unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, Sweet and Dirty talk, Soft-Dom!Sam, Wet dream (obv), Mentions of Dean, mentions of sexual tension, heavy breeding kink, one bed trope, dry humping, cursing, creampie, pulling the panties to the side (yes!), Pet names (Sweetheart, Sweetgirl, Baby, Honey, etc.), praise + more!

A/N; 3 posts in a row? Woaaa. Also, please don’t spam my posts, shadowban exists. 1.4k words, proofread. 16+ advised.

xoxo, roro <3

After the hunt that you and the Winchesters were on, you were able to find some motel on the side of the road. It wasn’t fancy, but it was enough. You were all tired, so you didn’t bother arguing about separate beds.

You and Sam shared one bed, while Dean snored in the other room.

It was amazing, nothing really happened to piss you or Sam off and Dean not being in the same motel room to interrupt with his constant snores and sleep talk.

Your back pressed against Sam’s front. His arm stretched across your waist as he held you firmly against him. It wasn’t like Sam snored or anything, that wasn’t why you couldn’t sleep.

You couldn’t sleep because you could feel his arousal pressing against your ass.

His hips shifted, his 6’4 frame was enough to prevent you from moving especially with your small frame.

You and Sam weren’t exactly established, but you weren’t exactly friends either. Dean always teased you both about the clear tension whenever you were in the same room mere inches away from each other. The older one even noticed the glances you sent his younger brother. And he definitely saw how Sam’s tone and demeanor changed whenever Dean cracked a not funny joke or a flirtatious comment. Sam’s eyes trailing down your figure didn’t go unnoticed by you nor Dean either despite him thinking he was slick (but when was he ever).

Sam’s hips unconsciously grinded up against you, sending a shiver up your spine along with a rush of arousal to your core. You didn’t think Sam was the type to have a wet dream, but his heavy breaths and small whines against your neck said otherwise.

He was letting out incoherent mumbles while his hips continued to push up against yours. His hand tightened on your waist.

The man was still sound asleep.

You tried to be quiet, but who could be quiet when the man you’ve been wanting for years was dry-humping you in your shared bed?

You bit your lip, trying to contain a small noise from slipping past your lips. It didn’t last forever though when he let out a groan after he bucked his hips up particularly hard against you.

You let out a small whimper, and he stirred slightly. His lips parted as his eyes opened slowly. He didn’t realize he was pressed that closely against you until he looked down to where his crotch was pressed directly against your rear end.

“Shit, I’m so sorry-“ He was cut off with a groan when your own hips grinded against his. He was half awake, and he didn’t process the fact that his brother was in the next room. It’s not like you did either though.

“Sweetheart, what- what are you doing?” He gritted out through his teeth. You let out a soft whine in response. Sam could feel his length throb inside of his jeans that he wore to bed despite you wearing your panties and your shirt.

“Sam… please,” You pleaded, he let out a heavy breath again. On one hand, this was probably a bad idea knowing that you both had to leave for another case by morning with his brother in the car. On the other, he was fucking aching for you.

The logical part of his brain shut down when he heard your plea.

“I- uhm… okay, I got you- I’ve got you, honey…” He reassured, “Lift your hips,” He instructed, moving his hands down to unbutton his jeans. He discarded his belt earlier that night. When you did as he asked, his hand slid down from your waist to cup your heat through your soaked panties.

“Fuck, baby… you’re this worked up?” He groaned, his middle finger sliding against your clothed folds. He was collecting wetness through your panties.

You let out a hum in response. His hands tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough for him to be able to pull his cock out.

Sam knew you both wouldn’t have time to get changed in the morning, so he slid your panties to the side. Earning a whine from you as your pussy was exposed to the cold air of the motel room. He aligned himself up with your entrance, his lips covered your jawline with kisses as he carefully pushed inside of you. Your lips parted to let out a moan but Sam pressed his own against yours before you could.

When he finally sheathed himself fully inside of your cunt, he began to whisper praises against your lips. Cooing to you how well you were taking him, “Hey, hey… see? Taking it so well, you gotta loosen up f’ me, baby, hm? Can’t give you what you need if you don’t.” He reminded, his fingers snuck down to your clit. Sliding his fingers beneath your ruined fabric, rubbing at the bud to relax you further around him.

God, you were fucking tight. You were dripping as well, god, why hadn’t he done this sooner?

Y-You can move… please?” You whispered, he pressed a kiss to your lips one last time before he rolled his hips experimentally to see how you’d react. He felt your fingers tangle in his hair as you let out a gasp against his lips.

When he started up a pace, your mewls and moans filled the otherwise silent motel room. Everytime he moved, he filled you to the hilt continuously. Reaching that sweet spot so easily as if he knew where it was by memory. His index and middle finger continued to rub at your pearl, you stretched perfectly around him… even better than he imagined or could’ve dreamed of.

“God, Baby… taking me so well, huh? So small and you’re taking me like a good girl— jesus… you fuckin’ love me stretching you wide, don’t you, Sweet girl?” His tone was soft despite his vulgar words and his movements. You swore you could feel him in your guts.

Which proved to be right when his free hand pressed down on the head of his cock inside of you. You gasped even louder and he had a smirk on his lips.

“So deep- mm, Sammy…” You sounded so needy, and he clearly was getting his ego fueled. He loved how you dumbly told him how much you loved him inside of you, how your brain was turning to mush with his hands roaming your body and his cock hitting spots so deep inside of you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, you feel me, huh? Feel my dick inside this pretty little tummy? So small… filling you up in all the right ways, aren’t I, Sweetheart?” He groaned when he felt your cunt squeeze him, signaling that you clearly loved the way he spoke to you. Also that you were close. He could tell that you were anyways though, based on how your whimpers became more frequent.

The combination of his fingers, his cock, his words spilling in your ear, and how his hand pressed on the bulge in your stomach had you feeling euphoric.

“So close, so close- God…” You moaned, his hips began to stutter yet still kept a steady rhythm. He was close too, his length twitched inside of you.

“Come inside of me, Sam… need your fucking babies in me, get me all nice and full—“ You were cut off with a cry when his hips bucked hard enough to make you fall apart. The knot had already broken inside of you just from that single thrust. And by the way you tightened around Sam’s dick had him groaning against your neck.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Me fucking my cum inside this ruined cunt of yours, huh? Don’t worry… gonna fill you up so good you’ll feel me for days. Gonna fuckin’ breed this cunt- get it all nice and full of me.” He was more vocal now just at the thought of filling you up. The thought of marking you in more ways than one. His hips stuttered before he stilled, a moan leaving his lips when he came inside of you.

He managed a few more weak thrusts before he stilled completely, overstimulation taking over you both. Your thighs were coated with arousal, your panties were completely ruined now, but that’s not what you both focused on. His lips kissed your jaw a few more times before he drew away from you, tucking himself back in his boxers before he pulled up your panties.

“Did so good for me, Angel.” He praised, pulling you into his embrace as your breathing came to be even. You were both completely spent.

His words held truth to them, you were certain you’d feel him for days.

[deanwinchesterscherrypie]

Inescapable

Kinktober Day 1: Dom/sub

Summary:

(Inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift) Dean, Cas, and Sam go on a small local ghost hunt while you stay at home. While you get the bunker prepared for them to come home, you can't stop thinking about your dom. Dean specifically ordered you to not be thinking of him while he's gone, but you can't help it. You miss him, and when he gets home, you think you'll show him just how much.

Words: 3,919

Kinks: Dom/sub, Rope play, light degradation, teasing, spanking, punishment

Relationship: Dom Dean/Sub Fem Reader

Content/Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (only in the first paragraph), mentions of a knife, smut, cunnilingus, p in v sex, fingering, dominant dean winchester

Notes: Read here on ao3! Full Kinktober Masterlist. I hope you enjoy :)

Dean. Cas, and Sam left Friday evening for a ghost hunt. Apparently, Old Man Milton only comes back once every 7 years on his daughter’s birthday to kill young men that sexually assault or harass young women. His daughter died by a violent sexual assault and was found in the basement of a fraternity house. He searched for the boy that did it to her, but the college covered it up. Now, he’s coming back for justice. You told Dean that they shouldn’t do anything. If it were your hunt, you would have left it alone. Those guys deserved to die, in your opinion. And maybe that makes you a bad person, but honestly, you’ve literally been to hell and back. You don’t really care if wishing a painful death on rapists is a bad thing. 

The only reason you didn’t attend this hunt with the boys is because the whole topic was just a little too triggering for you. Dean suggested you stay home, and Cas agreed that the emotional trauma it brought up wouldn’t be worth getting rid of the ghost. Sam offered to stay home with you, but Cas isn’t the best hunting partner when it comes to these small hunts. So, Dean asked if you’d be alright and insisted that Sam come with him. Cas is always one call away if you need anything, and you know that. 

On Sunday morning, you get ready to start your day with brushing your hair, doing your makeup, and picking out an outfit. You don’t have much to choose from, because it’s laundry day you’re washing all of the boys clothes along with yours. It’s kind of annoying that they expect you to do their laundry, and you pointed out once that you thought it was misogynistic to expect the only woman in the home to do laundry. But Dean came back with the argument that you were only doing laundry when they were out on a hunt without you. If they were the one staying home, they would do the laundry and you wouldn’t mind. Sam offered to do his own, but it didn’t actually bother you too much. You think that Dean’s just saying it to get you to do it, but you let them have it because he said it with a really cute face and puppy dog eyes. And they do so much for you that doing some laundry or cooking a meal isn’t going to kill you. You don’t exactly like falling into gender roles, but something about them being so appreciative every Sunday night when you make dinner and have them change into clean clothes is so sweet. 

So, you pick out your outfit: a pair of jeans and one of Dean’s flannels because it’s the only thing that smells like him, but doesn’t have blood on it. You take his load to the wash first, because you know when he gets home, you’ll make him change into clean clothes. You put on some music first. You listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin while he’s gone because it reminds you of him. Before he left, as always, he told you not to think of him too much. In a normal relationship, that would be sweet. A request. But in yours and Dean‘s relationship, it was a demand. Every hunt he went on scared you, every time he left the bunker, a chill ran down your spine. You wondered if you would ever see him again. You try not to think like that, and he demands you don’t think of him at all. You don’t listen. You never do. He knows this, and he’ll punish you when he gets home. That’s sometimes why you think of him. You enjoy the punishment. It’s nice when he takes control when he gets home. 

You finish putting his clothes in the laundry and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for when they get home. It’s your week to prepare dinner on Sunday night. Every Sunday, you make everyone have a family meal at a table. Hunters don’t get to have a normal life, so this is as normal as it gets for you. You don’t have long before they get back, so you pull out all of the necessary ingredients and set them on the counter. Normally, you’d also be doing some research while they were gone. But this hunt specifically was one that lacked research and needed more gumption than Dean could ever gather. As you’re swaying to the music in the kitchen, the song “Dress” by Taylor Swift plays through your phone speaker. This song reminds you of Dean, but in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He likes Taylor Swift, your favorite artist, but he won’t admit it. Sometimes, you catch him listening to her in the shower, but he thinks you don’t know. Sometimes, you see him adding a song of hers to his playlist. As the lyrics ring through your head this time around, you can’t help but think about how teasing it would be for Dean to come home to tear your clothes off. He always requests that when he gets home, you are in bed with no clothes. You enjoy this usually, but tonight you’re feeling a little extra. 

You prepare the food, so all you have to do is cook them. You make homemade burger patties that need to chill, sourdough bread that needs to chill to make buns, and a pastry crust for the pie. You clean up and grab your keys. Before Bobby passed, he built up a car for you out of some old parts. It was a crap car, but it barely cost you. Bobby had a soft spot for you, so he would fix the car up for you anytime it broke down or something happened. Unfortunately, when he died, you had nobody to fix up your car. It was just your luck that you remembered meeting Dean Winchester, a friend of Bobby’s, a few years back. He and his brother were well known hunters, so you didn’t think he would have the time to help. But any shop would tell you that the car was more to fix than it was actually worth. They said it was unsafe and shouldn’t be driven. They didn’t have the memories you had with that car though. So you gave him a call, and you were lucky that he was in the next town over just finishing up a case. You two haven’t left each other alone since. 

You head toward a town close by to find exactly what you are looking for. You stop into a few stores before you find exactly what you wanted. A short, white sundress, complete with a cherry print scattered across the fabric. You check the price tag because unlike other hunters, you try to earn honest money when you can. You save as much as you can and invest some of it. The dress is on sale, which just lets you know it’s meant to be. 

You check out and head back to the bunker to get ready and prepare dinner. When you walk inside, you hear a ding on your phone. You pull it from your pocket to see a text from Dean. 

We’re on our way home, Sweetheart. About an hour out. Be ready. - DW

It’s funny that he signs his initials with every text, but it’s his thing. It’s how you know it’s really him. He told you to be ready, but you should really be the one telling him to be ready….

Yes, sir. 

You go to the kitchen and begin cooking the burgers. Cas doesn’t have an appetite, but he still sits at the table with us. He always compliments the food, even though he doesn’t actually eat it. His description of food is that it “all tastes like molecules” to him. But nevertheless, Sam and Dean still enjoy it when you cook. After the burgers are cooked, you put them on a pan to keep warm and take out the dough. You make some rolls and put them on a pan to bake. The pie will cook while you’re eating, so you go ahead and head toward your bedroom to change. 

You put on your new dress and put your hair up with some loose curls falling down. You touch up your makeup a little bit and add some red lipstick. It’s Dean’s favorite and it matches your dress perfectly. You spray on some Tom Ford’s “Lost Cherry” and make your way back to the kitchen. You check your watch and see that it will be about half an hour until they get home, which is perfect timing to go ahead and put in the rolls and start preparing the pie. 

Soon, the whole bunker smells like fresh bread and sweet, cherry pie. You put all of the clean laundry in the rooms. You set the table with a whiskey glass in front of both Dean and Sam’s seats and a courtesy glass of water in Castiel’s spot. You put a wine glass in front of your seat, and pull out the rolls to replace them with the cherry pie. You take out all the extra condiments for the burgers and put the sides on the table. The locks of the bunker do a familiar click, and you know it’s game on. You hear the low chatter of the boys discussing the familiar scent wafting from the kitchen. 

Sam walks in and sees the set table. He waves the other guys into the kitchen. 

“Is it Sunday already? Man, I’m hungry!” Sam goes to pull out a chair before your hand catches his. 

“You boys go wash up first. I don’t want blood and sulfur at my dinner table. Your clothes are in your rooms. Dinner in 5.” You smile and pat his hand. He laughs a little before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing a little bit. You smack his chest gently, and he laughs and saunters off to change. Dean’s heated gaze is focused on your legs, or more importantly, how much of them he can see. Your apron falls below your dress, and when you’re turned to the side, he can see that your dress barely covers your ass. He groans low to himself and raises his eyes to meet yours. Cas speaks up. 

“Thank you for putting together dinner. I appreciate it.” He smiles awkwardly before the dirt and blood disappears from his outfit. He hangs his overcoat on the rack in the corner and then settles into his spot. Dean’s gaze hasn’t left you, and you know exactly why. 

“All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation.” 

“Something wrong, love?” You ask with your most precious voice. You know he won’t say anything in front of Cas. He treats him like a toddler, his child that he must watch over. It’s adorable, but at the same time, he watches himself around Cas. He doesn't want him repeating things. Dean doesn’t reply, but his face looks pained. You smile and wave him off to his room to get changed. He obliges, but you can see the tension in his back as he walks away. 

“Dean seems stressed. We got rid of the ghost. Why is he upset?” Cas asks you as you make Sam’s plate. 

“Because his wife is his wildest dream, and he’s mad he has to eat dinner first.” Sam laughs as he walks out in fresh clothes. He sits at the table and smiles up at you. “I mean seriously, come on, he came home to his wife dressed up with his favorite dinner made and pie in the oven.”

“But why would that stress him out? Shouldn’t he be happy that he has the terribly domestic life he wished for?” Cas asks as you plate the food in front of him. He won’t eat it, but he likes to have a plate to feel involved.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean walks to the table, “can you three stop talking about me like I ain’t here? I am not stressed. I am exhausted from a three day long hunt. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.” Dean’s gaze shoots up at you as he sits down. You plate his food next, and then, your own. You sit down and everyone eats in silence. 

The conversation starts flowing once everyone starts getting full, and then, it’s time to take out the pie. You head over to the oven, which is right next to Dean’s seat, and bend down to get the pie out. Your dress rides up right next to him, so he can see your cunt soaking your white lace underwear. He groans and attempts to cover it up with a cough. You chuckle a little to yourself and set the pie down on the table. You take the boys plates and put them in the sink. 

“Sam, don’t forget. It’s your day to do dishes.” You nudge his shoulder. You set out more plates and serve up the cherry pie to Dean and onto your own plate. You are on one side of Dean, so you scoop up Sam’s piece and lean over Dean to place the pie on Sam’s plate. Sam shakes his head and chuckles to himself before digging in. Cas wanders off to the library. You sit back in your seat and take a bite of your pie. Some of the cherry juice drips off of your lip and onto your chest, where Dean’s gaze falls. You swipe your finger across the juice and stick it into your mouth. Your eyes close in ecstasy, and you make a small noise of happiness. Dean has yet another cough, and you open your eyes to watch him. He hasn’t even touched his pie.

“Dean, you haven’t touched your pie?” You ask him sweetly.

“Dude, it’s delicious. You picked the right woman.” Sam says as he goes back for seconds.

Dean nods his head and picks up his fork with shaking hands. 

“My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

You all continue to eat before you both hand your plates to Sam to wash. You bid goodnight to Sam and Cas before heading to your room with Dean hot on your heels. You barely make it through the door before he catches your wrist in his hand and closes the door behind him with his foot.

“You disobeyed me.” He states. His eyes pierce yours with pure lust and determination.

“I made dinner.” You counter, reminding him that it was your week to make dinner.

“You know the rules, sweetheart. You know what happens when you break the rules.” A glint appears in his eyes, and suddenly, he begins walking toward you slowly. The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward onto the soft cushioning. “Tell me what happens when you break the rules, love.” His voice commands. 

“I get punished, sir.” You let out with a bit of excitement. 

“Oh, were you looking forward to this?” He chuckles deeply, “Of course you were. My pretty little slut loves it when I show her who she belongs to and where her place is.” 

“Yes, sir.” You nod your head and raise your hips toward him as he climbs in between your legs.

“Oh, do you want me to touch you?” 

“Please touch me.” You ask, waiting for his touch. 

He chuckles deeply again before pulling his knife from his pocket. You back up a little before his hand comes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. 

“Don’t run away from me, sweetheart. You just asked me to touch you.” His smirk says it all. “Do you remember your safeword?” He asks in your ear. 

“Yes. Cherries.” You giggle a little at the word and how significant it’s made itself today.

“That’s my good girl.” He says as he places the knife down on the nightstand next to your head. “Sit up.” 

You sit up quickly and wait for your next instruction. You don’t always have such an intense dynamic, but you both need intense when you’ve been apart for a while. 

“Over my knee.” You shiver at his words, but do as you are told. He lifts the skirt of your dress and rubs over the smooth skin of your ass. 

“How many do you think you deserve, darling?” He says to you as he runs his finger over the lacy fabric of your underwear. 

“I don’t know, sir.” You say to him while you try to grind your hips into his legs. He lays a smack on your ass, leaving a stinging feeling. 

“I think ten is fair. Two for thinking of me while I was gone, four for wearing this slutty little dress, two for teasing me at dinner, and two for grinding yourself against my leg.” You shiver again and nod your head in response. He lifts your chin and gets down in front of your face. 

“Words.” He whispers and bites your lip. 

“Yes, sir.” You bow your head as he lets go. His fingers travel downward until he reaches the soaking spot in the center of your underwear and presses in. 

“Oh, your pretty hole is so wet for me. I can’t wait to use you.” You whine as he retracts his hand. 

“Don’t make a sound or I start over. Got it?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as he speaks to you. 

“Yes, sir.” 

He lays the first smack and your body jumps in response. You feel your hole squeeze the nothingness. You know you’re in for it, and you just hope that he’ll have mercy on you and touch you soon. 

“Nine more.” You breathe in slowly, preparing yourself for nine more. 

Smack. You just want him to touch you. 

Smack. You’re getting desperate. 

Smack. Soon, you’re going to start begging. 

Smack. You don’t know if you can handle more.

Smack. It feels so good, but it hurts. 

Smack. Almost there. 

Smack. You’re going to come. 

“I know I don’t feel you grinding on my leg, do I sweetheart?” He chuckles before laying two smacks back to back. You let out a sound that is a cross between a moan and a cry. 

“Tsk tsk, what did I tell you about making sounds?” He asks you gently. 

“We- would have to start over.” You whine. “Please Dean, don’t make me.” You beg. 

“What did you just call me?” His hand wraps itself around the back of your neck and pulls you toward him.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. He looks back at you with pure satisfaction. You can feel his cock that's been growing beneath you this whole time twitch at the sight of you. 

“Two more.” He says, and he means it. You groan lightly, and you hear his light laugh at you. 

One. It stings, but he was more gentle than before. 

Two. That one is going to leave a mark. 

“Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.” 

“Good girl. Sit up.” He helps you forward and reaches beneath the bed. He grabs two pieces of rope that you don’t remember putting there. He smiles mischievously when he sees your confusion and scoots you up the bed. “Arms.” 

You put your arms up and he ties each arm to the holes in the headboard. That is not what you were expecting, but you aren’t complaining. That is, until he rips your dress off of your body straight down the middle. 

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.” 

“Dean! That dress was new.” You look at him with shock. 

“Well, I hope it wasn’t expensive.” He smirks a bit before dragging your underwear down your legs. 

“Please.” You push your hips up to him. 

“Please what?” He asks, his breath grazing over your slick cunt. 

“Please touch me.” You ask. 

“My pathetic little slut wants me to touch her pretty cunt? You want me to lick your pretty clit?” He spreads you apart until you’re completely exposed to him and glistening in the dim bunker light. 

“Yes, sir.” 

And that’s when he takes his change to shove his tongue deep inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, occasionally slipping his tongue out of your hole and circling around your clit. You can feel yourself squeezing around his tongue. His scruff scratches the inside of your thighs, and you just want to tangle your fingers in his hair. He flicks your clit quickly and shoves a finger inside of you. 

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asks as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. His tongue feels so good as he continues his gentle assault on your clit. He moves in quick circles. Every now and then, he sucks your clit into his mouth. He slows his fingers and fucks you slow and hard. You like it like this, feeling every bit of him. His fingers curl up inside you to rub on that spot. 

“Fuck.” You can’t help the sounds that come from your chest. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. See, this is what good girls get when they behave.” He taunts you, moving his thumb to your clit and his mouth to your sensitive nipples. 

You start riding his fingers harder, chasing the orgasm that his fingers are promising you. You close your eyes in pleasure. 

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see me when you come.” He says, watching your every emotion. He switches out his fingers for his thick cock. He rubs the tip against your sensitive clit and has you whining for it. He pushes into you slowly, but that’s the only time he’s slow about it. He rams into you and fucks you hard. He is relentless and merciless. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, only I can make you make those sounds.” He whispers in your ear. Your arms pull against the ropes, but you’re unsuccessful at breaking them. You buck your hips toward him as you chase your orgasm. He starts rubbing your clit, and you feel it coming on. 

“Come for me.” He whispers in your ear as you let loose the orgasm that's been building inside of you. Your legs shake a bit and your back arches off of the bed. 

“Good girl.” He says as he slips his cock out and pumps it a few more times before rolling his head back and letting out a groan as he comes on your stomach. You love watching him come at the sight of you. 

He reaches forward to the nightstand next to you and grabs the knife. You look at him with confusion until he leans forward to your wrist. You realize he’s going to cut you out of the rope. You hear a scratching noise and attempt to look above you, but you can’t see. Suddenly, he cuts both of the ropes and lets your arms free. You rub your wrists and turn to see what he was doing. On your headboard, there is freshly engraved statement: 

Property of D.W. 

“Carve your name into my bedpost.”  

You put on a shirt of his and snuggle into your bed with him. He cuts the lights out, and as you’re drifting off to sleep, you swear you hear him singing Dress by Taylor Swift. 

[makeadealwithdean]

12x10 - deancas being fed-up husbands and sam being sick of their bullshit <3

[panicroomsammy]

I am such a samgirl but I will never understand samgirls who even so much as dislike Dean for hurting Sam because every time this happens it just makes me horny. Yeah Dean was in the wrong for killing Amy but Sam being the one to have to apologize and admit that he was in the wrong when he wasn’t? Hot. Dean hitting Sam and Sam not hitting back? HOT. Every time Dean locks Sam in the panic room “for his own good”? SO FUCKING HOT OH MY GOD.