#imagine sam winchester

[little-big-fan]

Imagine com Sam Winchester.

n/a: esse é um pedido da juu! Ela já leu, mas espero que vocês também gostem

Sam’s pov. 

Respirei fundo enquanto observava Dean pela janela, ainda na volta do Impala quase destruído. Caminhei até a cozinha, onde Bobby estava sentado em frente ao computador, com uma caneca de café a sua frente. 

Nos olhamos quando o barulho de uma discussão veio da sala, andamos rápido até lá, encontrando Dean que discutia com uma garota. Ela era um pouco menor que ele, cabelos castanhos não muito escuros, e encarava Dean com um olhar de puro ódio.

— Você costuma invadir a casa dos outros assim, garota? — Ele dizia, segurando seu braço, tentando impedi-la de avançar mais na casa.

— Me solta, porra! — Ela praticamente rosnou, virando o rosto para mim e Bobby, como em um pedido de ajuda.

— Dean, solta ela. — Dean suspirou alto, fazendo o que o mais velho mandou.— O que está fazendo aqui? — Bobby disse, enquanto a garota se jogava em uma das poltronas muito velhas.

— Nossa, eu também estou feliz em te ver. — Ela disse com ironia.

— Você sabe que não estou dizendo que não. — Bobby suspirou. — Mas você deveria estar em...

— Eu larguei a faculdade. — A garota o interrompeu, se levantando da poltrona. 

— Como é que é? — Bobby estava vermelho, furioso. A cena era muito estranha, e os dois pareciam não lembrar da minha presença e de Dean na sala.

— Eu já aprendi tudo o que precisava. — A garota deu de ombros.

— Bobby... — Dean começou, mas o mais velho ergueu a mão, demonstrando que não queria que ninguém se metesse. A garota andava pela sala, como se a discussão não estivesse acontecendo, e Bobby parecia a ponto de ter algum tipo de ataque.

— Você não pode simplesmente largar a faculdade! — Bobby praticamente gritou.

— E por quê não? — Ela perguntou o encarando, — Medicina não é pra mim… 

— s/n! — O mais velho disse alto, tirando o boné da cabeça para puxar os cabelos ralos.

— Pai! — Ela disse no mesmo tom.

— Peraí. — Dean interrompeu. — Pai? Você tem uma filha? — Disse parecendo confuso. 

— Ah, claro. — s/n deu um sorriso que transbordava ironia. — Esses são os Winchester, não são? — Ela colocou as mãos nos bolsos de trás do jeans, encarando Bobby. A atmosfera do lugar era bizarra, tensa demais. — Os seus filhinhos de mentira. — Ela apertou os lábios, transformando-os em uma linha fina. Dean abriu a boca para dizer algo, mas eu o encarei, esperando que ele entendesse que era uma péssima ideia.

Bobby suspirou mais uma vez, colocando o boné na cabeça e se dirigindo até a garota, segurando-a pelos dois ombros. 

— Eu estou feliz em te ver, querida. — Ele disse a puxando para um abraço, que ela demorou um pouco para corresponder. — Mas você não deveria ter largado a faculdade.

Chamei a atenção de Dean com um movimento de cabeça, e ele me seguiu até a cozinha. Eu sabia muito bem que aquele tipo de conversa deveria ser entre os dois, e uma plateia não seria bem vinda no momento.

— Você sabia que ele tinha uma filha? — Dean falou baixinho, enquanto servia uma dose de whisky em um copo de metal. — O Bobby pai! — Falou incrédulo.

— Eu também não fazia ideia, ele nunca comentou. — Dei de ombros.

— Ela é brava, mas até que é bem gatinha. — Ele disse dando um sorriso de lado, me fazendo encará-lo com censura.

— Nem pense nisso. — Avisei baixo. — Bobby te mataria.

Ficamos “escondidos” na  cozinha por um bom tempo. Por mais que não posso tão perto da sala, podíamos ouvir a conversa toda vez em que eles se exaltavam. Bobby queria que ela voltasse para a faculdade e se formasse, s/n queria caçar. O que ele achava um absurdo. 

Ri com a ironia do assunto. Poucos anos atrás havia tido uma discussão completamente oposta com meu próprio pai. 

De alguma forma, isso parecia ter sido há muito mais tempo do que realmente era.

s/n's pov

Sentei no capô de um dos carros parados em meio ao ferro velho. Dei um longo gole na cerveja, sentindo o líquido gelado passar pela garganta. Respirei fundo, deixando que o ar de casa me acalmasse. Por mais que eu odiasse brigar com meu pai, e isso acontecesse com frequência, era bom estar em casa para variar. 

Me virei rapidamente quando ouvi passos no cascalho do chão, vendo um dos Winchester se aproximar. Ele se sentou ao meu lado, observando o sol que estava se ponto em meio aos escombros do que um dia foi um automóvel.

— Medicina, hum? — Ele disse me olhando de lado. Ele estava com o rosto machucado, mas mesmo assim era muito bonito. Os cabelos levemente compridos e era muito alto. Assenti com a cabeça e ele sorriu sem mostrar os dentes. — Eu fiz direito por algum tempo.

— Ah, então você é o Sam. — Afirmei, me lembrando vagamente de uma conversa onde John havia me contado que o filho havia fugido de casa para entrar na faculdade. Ele me olhou com curiosidade. — Não é porque vocês nunca ouviram falar de mim que eu nunca ouvi sobre vocês. — Ri pelo nariz.

— Não fazíamos ideia de que Bobby tinha filhos. — Ele disse, voltando a olhar para frente.

— Ele não fala sobre mim com quase ninguém. — Dei de ombros.

— Mas, como? Nós passamos nossa infância vindo aqui e nunca te vimos.

— Estudei em um internato. — Revelei. — Meu pai não tinha muito tempo pra cuidar de mim, e levar uma criança pequena para caçar não era uma opção pra ele.

— Diferente do meu. — Ele disse baixo, como se dissesse para si mesmo. Eu sabia que a relação de John com os filhos era complicada, principalmente com o mais novo.

— Sinto muito pelo seu pai. — Falei, e ele me olhou. — John era um bom homem.

— Você o conheceu? — Assenti com um movimento de cabeça.

— Ele ia me ver de vez em quando. Sabe, como o meu pai ficava de olho em vocês, o seu ficava em mim.  — Sam suspirou, ainda me olhando.

— Porquê desistiu da faculdade? Poderia ter fugido dessa vida. — Seu tom não era de julgamento, apenas de curiosidade.

— Não tem como realmente fugir dessa vida, Sam. — Dei de ombros. — Essas coisas sempre dão um jeito de te encontrar.

— Eu sei bem como é. — Ele bufou.

— E, meu sonho nunca foi ser médica. — Admiti. — Só aceitei cursar a faculdade, porque meu pai insistiu, e conhecimento médico pode ser útil. — Dei um gole na minha bebida, agora já não tão gelada.

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— Você está bem? — Sam perguntou sem som, enquanto nos escondemos atrás de uma mesa de madeira, assenti com um movimento de cabeça, começando a sentir calafrios. Um tiro foi ouvido, e logo após um grito. Sam ergueu um pouco a cabeça, e então se levantou. — Vamos sair daqui. — Disse estendendo a mão para que eu também levantasse. 

Saímos os três apressados da casa abandonada, faziam alguns meses que meu pai havia concordado em me deixar caçar, desde que com os Winchester. Dean não havia gostado muito da ideia, ele achou que eu fosse atrapalhar, mas com o tempo, pareceu se acostumar. 

Na realidade eu passava muito mais tempo com Sam do que com Dean, sempre que tinha uma oportunidade o mais velho dava um jeito de sair por aí, encher a cara e sair com alguma garota, voltando apenas na manhã seguinte com um sorriso enorme no rosto. 

Eu gostava de passar esse tempo a sós com Sam, ele era muito mais calmo do que Dean, e eu achava sua inteligência fascinante. Ele tinha paciência para ensinar o que eu não sabia, o que de alguma forma foi me cativando. 

— Encontrou alguma coisa? — Perguntei entrando no quarto de motel dos irmãos, encontrando Sam sentado em frente ao notebook.

— Sim. Annabel Chase, morta em 1926, pelo marido que a encontrou com outro homem. — Ele disse me olhando, dando um sorriso que causou arrepios pelo corpo. A falta de sexo de tantos meses me deixava a beira da loucura. Me pegava encarando Sam nos momentos mais inoportunos. Mas, como não olhar?

— Sabe onde foi enterrada?

— Pelo que conta a lenda, o corpo dela foi deixado no porão, deve estar até hoje. — Ele coçou a nuca. — Já está anoitecendo e Dean ainda não chegou.

— Podemos ir nós dois. — Falei dando de ombros. E Sam sorriu em resposta.

Entramos na casa em silêncio, empunhando as armas de bala de sal. Ele ia andando em minha frente, com passos cuidadosos. Chegamos a escada que levava ao porão sem muitos problemas, e eu estava estranhando o fato de estar tudo tão tranquilo. O lugar não era muito grande, estava muito empoeirado e cheio de todo tipo de coisa. Haviam alguns móveis cobertos por panos que um dia foram brancos, brinquedos de madeira. Em um lugar no chão, havia um montante de roupas, e saindo do busto um crânio.

— Acho que essa é a Annabel. — Sam disse tirando a grande bolsa de suprimentos que estava pendurada no ombro e a colocando no chão. junto da arma. 

— Sam, cuidado! — Falei ao enxergar o fantasma de Annabel Chase atrás dele quando Sam se abaixou. Antes que pudesse reagir, o corpo de Sam foi lançado contra a parede. Engatilhei a arma e descarreguei um cartucho de sal nela, fazendo com que sumisse. — Você está bem? — Perguntei me aproximando. Sam assentiu, mesmo se levantando com dificuldade. Com uma agilidade que eu nunca tinha visto, Sam jogou álcool e sal sobre o corpo jogado no chão, Annabel apareceu mais duas vezes, mas eu a impedi. Até que Sam jogou o fogo, fazendo o espirito sumir em uma nuvem de fumaça.

— Isso foi insano! — Falei ao chegarmos em frente ao motel. A adrenalina ainda corria pelo meu corpo, era meu primeiro caso de espíritos, eu precisava admitir, tinha adorado.

— Você gosta mesmo disso, hum? — Sam disse abrindo a porta de seu quarto. — Quer entrar e tomar uma cerveja? — Assenti, e entrei quando ele me deu passagem.  

Agradeci a cerveja com um sorriso, e Sam se sentou à minha frente, batendo com sua garrafa na minha em um brinde.

— Ao seu primeiro fantasma. — Falou com divertimento. 

— Dean ainda não voltou. — Falei olhando para as camas vazias.

— Parece que alguém se deu bem essa noite. — Ele falou dando um gole na garrafa.

— Que inveja. — Falei baixinho, mas ele me escutou, pois me encarou. A adrenalina em meu corpo deu lugar a um calor já conhecido, era assim toda vez que ele me olhava. Sam limpou a garganta antes de tomar mais um gole da cerveja, e então se recostou na cadeira, fazendo uma careta de dor logo em seguida. — Você se machucou? — Perguntei me levantando e indo em sua direção.

— Acho que foi só um mau jeito. — Disse tentando esticar as costas, fazendo outra careta.

— Me deixa dar uma olhada. — Depois de alguns segundos de hesitação, Sam se levantou e tirou a camisa, e então se virou de costas para mim.

Respirei fundo, tentando controlar minha pulsação acelerada antes de erguer as mãos e tocar nele. Não havia nenhum ferimento aparente, mas passei os dedos pela coluna à procura de alguma lesão. — Acho que você só precisa de uma massagem. — Falei ao pressionar em um ponto e ele soltar um pequeno grunhido. — Deita ali.

— Não precisa. — Sam disse virando para mim. Ele era tão alto que meu rosto ficava na altura de seu peito.

— Não vai demorar mais do que dois minutos. Sou boa nisso, pode confiar. — Tentei sorrir, e então Sam apenas se dirigiu para uma das camas, deitando-se de bruços. — Vou precisar subir em você. — Falei hesitante, me sentindo uma idiota. — É estranho falar isso. — Ri pelo nariz.

— Tudo bem. — Sam disse rindo também.

Sentindo meu corpo inteiro tremer, tirei meus tênis e subi na cama, apoiando minhas pernas na volta de sua cintura, mas sem apoiar meu peso nele. Comecei a tocar a pele quente, pressionando os pontos que eu sabia que iriam relaxar seu corpo. Parecia uma prova de autocontrole, minha pulsação estava acelerada, e sentir seus músculos debaixo dos meus dedos era quase enlouquecedor. 

Qualquer resquício de sanidade sumiu no momento em que um gemido rouco fugiu de seus lábios. Meu corpo inteiro travou, o incômodo entre minhas pernas parecia só aumentar. Pensei em sair, dizer que já havia terminado e correr para o meu quarto, mas antes que eu o fizesse, Sam se virou embaixo de mim. Por alguns segundos esqueci como se respirava. 

— Eu… — Tentei formular uma frase coerente, mas as palavras se perdiam em minha mente. Ele estava com a respiração desregulada, o peito bem definido subia e descia rápido, os lábios entreabertos. Parecia uma visão vinda diretamente do fundo da minha mente.

Nos encaramos por alguns segundos, e então, Sam se sentou, colando os lábios aos meus. Não consegui conter o gemido baixo que escapou, havia passado por semanas de expectativa sobre aquele momento, imaginando que nunca aconteceria. 

O beijo era urgente, levei minhas mãos até seu rosto, infiltrando meus dedos nos cabelos compridos, puxando-os levemente.

Sam quebrou o beijo, puxando minha camiseta para cima, revelando o sutiã preto.

Ele passou a língua no vão entre meus seios, me fazendo morder o lábio para segurar o gemido eminente. Senti minhas pernas cederem, e me sentei em seu colo, sentindo seu membro duro pelo tecido da calça. 

Tudo estava evoluindo rápido, meu corpo inteiro parecia em ebulição 

Agora Sam estava em cima de mim, meu sutiã já havia sido jogado em algum canto do quarto, juntamente das nossas calças. 

— Não deveríamos estar fazendo isso. — Ele disse baixo, com a boca colada na pele do meu pescoço.

— Por que? — Perguntei suspirando.

— Bobby vai me matar. — Ele disse subindo beijos para o meu queixo.

— Para de pensar nele...— Sussurrei, puxando-o para mais um beijo. 

Nos livramos das últimas peças de roupa, e o sentimento era de urgência. Sam parecia ansiar tanto quanto eu. Gememos alto com a primeira estocada, arranhei suas costas a medida que nosso ritmo se tornava mais frenético. 

Nossos corpos estavam na mesma sintonia, buscando pela mesma coisa. Uma camada fina de suor se formava em sua testa, a expressão de prazer em seu rosto tornando tudo ainda mais erótico. 

O orgasmo me atingiu com força, me tirando de órbita. Pouco tempo depois, Sam também atingiu seu ápice, se jogando ao meu lado na cama pequena. 

Quando o clima de sexo apaziguou, uma raio de realidade passou em minha mente. Meu Deus, o que fizemos. Me levantei para procurar minhas roupas, e Sam fez o mesmo, vestindo sua cueca.

— Vou voltar para o meu quarto. — Falei vestindo minhas calças. — Não quero que Dean chegue e nos encontre assim. — Falei sentindo meu rosto aquecer. 

Antes que eu saísse do quarto, Sam me puxou para mais um beijo, muito mais calmo do que o outro, mas igualmente maravilhoso.

Não consegui dormir por nenhum minuto. Minha mente criava centenas de cenários, ensaiei frases prontas para o caso de ele dizer que tudo havia sido um erro. Quando amanheceu, decidi tomar um banho e tentar ajeitar minha aparência, me sentia cansada, mas minha mente não me permitia dormir.

Os Winchester estavam arrumando as coisas no carro quando saí do quarto, carregando minha mochila nas costas. Sam informou que iria fazer o pagamento dos quartos, me chamando com um movimento de cabeça. Meu coração parecia ter subido para a garganta, minhas mãos suavam e o ar parecia não ser suficiente para encher meus pulmões.

Porém, assim que saímos do campo de visão de seu irmão, quando eu achei que ele iria dizer algo, Sam agarrou meu rosto com as duas mãos, colando a boca na minha.

Começamos a manter um tipo de relacionamento escondido no começo, queríamos ter plena certeza do que sentíamos antes de falar sobre com qualquer um. E era muito bom, Sam era compreensivo, carinhoso e quente. Muito quente.

Não demorou mais do que duas semanas para que Dean descobrisse o que estava acontecendo entre nós. Na realidade, ele havia voltado mais cedo do que o esperado de mais um dos seus encontros, me encontrando sentada no colo de Sam. 

Passamos dias ouvindo piadinhas sobre aquilo, mas acho que no fundo ele estava feliz pelo irmão. 

— E aí, prontos? — Dean perguntou, o sorriso enorme nos lábios. Ele passara a viagem inteira rindo e cantando junto do rádio. Sam estava no banco de trás do carro, e eu estava com a cabeça encostada em seu peito, ouvindo-o bater muito forte. — Sabe que ele vai estar armado, não sabe? — Ele disse como se aquela fosse a melhor piada de sua vida, e Sam bufou alto.

— Você é sempre de muita ajuda, Dean. — Falei com ironia.

— É para isso que servem os cunhados. — Disse me olhando pelo espelho retrovisor, e piscando um olho. 

O carro dobrou a rua, o ferro velho no final da rodovia se aproximando cada vez mais.

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COSTUME s.winchester

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 3.4K

SAM WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - this is my first ever time writing about sucking dick, please be nice to me, i'll cry.

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you had to dress up as an FBI agent with the winchester brothers. you felt stupid in a costume but luckily for you, sam really liked seeing you in a skirt.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral(s!rec), no p!v sex, size kink, praise kink, fingering, slight manipulation, reader lowk flexible, cum eating, messy sex, squirting, (1) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

"come on, y/n, we gotta go!" you heard dean's not so gentle knock against the bathroom door as you slipped on your last mary jane shoe.

you weren't usually chosen for tasks like this.

usually, it was the winchester boys that did all this kind of thing, you know, fraud? you were usually just the researcher, sitting in the motel room as back up, with a laptop perched on your lap or sitting in baby, the key inside and waiting to be their getaway car.

you weren't really hands on when it came to being a hunter.

you never really had to go out into the real world for much. but this particular demon was snatching girls, twenty something year old girls about your age and appearance. the brothers thought it would be best if another girl accompanied them when investigating the missing girls' roomates and not two six-foot men dressed in suits.

dean's head turned as the creaky bathroom door opened. "I feel stupid."

his eyebrows raised to the tips of his forehead, a look of shock passing over him as he cleared his throat with a breathy laugh. "wait 'til sammy sees you." you just gave him a confused look before grabbing the pretty pink purse that sat on the bed. "aah-ah." you look up at dean confused. "kind of ruins the whole FBI vibe, don't you think?"

you eyed the purse in your hands.

it was a little bag, hardly able to hold anything other than your phone and your lipgloss, not that you ever had to worry about holding your wallet when you had the boys around but nonetheless, a card was wedged in there too.

it was pink with darker pink flowers on it and a ribbon attached to the strap. sam had gotten it for you after a case that you worked particularly hard on.

but dean was right, it didn't fit the whole 'FBI vibe' so you sighed and placed it back on the bed, passing the man an unhappy glance.

sam was outside, sitting in the passenger seat of the infamous impala named 'baby' by dean. he'd packed and started the car, waiting for the two of you when you caught his eye.

or should he say, your outfit.

you often wore pretty little sundresses or blouses and skirts paired together with a pretty cardigan drawn over you. but this? This seemed awfully different to your usual attire.

the white blouse was a little too low for comfort and he could tell by the way you were pulling it up over your cleavage that you agreed. your black pencil skirt was high, too high with a pair of long black stockings that stopped just above your knees paired with the infamous mary janes that you wore with almost everything.

sam was staring.

"what are you wearing?" was the first thing he asked when you and dean got into the car. "what is she wearing?" he turned back to dean.

you owned the stockings and the mary janes before hand but the rest of the outfit? it'd been dean's job to pick it out (which was no wonder you looked like... that.) "dude, she has to play the part."

"yeah of an FBI agent not some sexy stripper cop." sam spoke, exasperated.

"thank you!" you beamed from the back seat before your eyes furrowed. perhaps your boyfriend hadn't been complimenting you at all.

sam passed you a glance through the mirror but was more focused on blaming his brother. how could he let you go out looking like that for everyone to see? how could he make sam watch you while his pants tightened and his bulge was on show?

you thought the interviews went smoothly. you sat down with most of the women. the college women who's roomates had gone missing. dean was too busy fraternizing with the college girls to care about the case anymore and sam... well sam had seemed a little distracted from the beginning.

he couldn't rip his eyes away from you. you sat so perfectly, pieces of hair falling into your face as you nodded and sympathised with the women, asking them questions and jotting down notes onto a little notepad you had found in the backseat of baby.

sam was staring at you, at the way he could see the outline of your boobs down your shirt or the way your plush thighs protruded from the fabric of your stockings.

he was in awe.

it was hard to focus on anything other than you, which is why he had to excuse himself to talk to the headmaster instead of being stuck in a room with you, too close.

he was your boyfriend, it wasn't as if you hadn't done things with him before. on the contrary, you did... many things with sam before. but this was borderline unprofessional, the way he let his thoughts run.

he could imagine sliding his hands beneath your skirt or listening to your little gasps when he touched your skin, barely grazing it. you were so easily led like that, so audible and obedient. he could imagine unbuttoning your shirt slowly, with you sat on his lap while whines fell from your lips, whimpers following shortly after.

he needed to stop thinking.

or better yet, he needed to fuck you until the thoughts stopped.

dean decided he was going to check out the last spot that the college girl had been taken, assuring you both that he wouldn't be back before dinner. but the wink he shot his younger brother told him that he was merely giving you both alone time because he was no stranger to the look in sam's eyes.

and this was when sam got selfish.

honestly, the motel wasn't that far from the college so you and sam opted to walk back. the air turned brisk and for a split second, sam was about to offer you his jacket, the way he always would.

he thought it was rather adorable, watching the way you nuzzled into the jacket that was far too big for your frame. he was six foot five after all, you drowned in anything he let you wear.

but he found himself feeling selfish. he selfishly liked the way your perky breasts looked in that pretty blouse and the way your plush thighs could be seen peeking out from between the skirt and the stockings. he couldn't stop looking, couldn't tear his eyes away and stop his imagination from roaming.

so he let you walk back to the hotel, keeping a slight distance behind you so he could watch your body as he pleased, the only sound between you two being the click-clop of your mary jane heels as you walked home.

when you finally got inside, you felt yourself sigh in thought.

sam had been acting awfully quiet since you'd left and you'd begun to worry that you'd done something to upset him.

perhaps the outfit was too revealing, perhaps he wasn't okay with it.

you turned, an apology already on the tip of your lips. "sam―"

before you could utter the words, sam had grabbed you. his lips pushed into your own, a kiss filled with no passion or love, you could taste nothing aside from thick hunger, half a growl from inside his throat.

you whimpered into the kiss, taken by surprise. you felt him grab at you, one hand slid up your back, the other grabbing the back of your head and a fistful of hair along with it. again, a noise escaped you while sam was mindlessly kicking off his shoes, guiding you towards the bed.

to say you were surprised was saying the least, you hadn't expected this.

when he sat you gently against the bed, he finally broke the kiss. you looked up at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips while he tugged his suit jacket off, not bothering to take off his tie completely but only loosen it so it didn't hang so close to his neck. perhaps now he could finally breathe.

your eyes followed him curiously as he bent down, eyes never leaving yours while you stayed sitting on the mattress. you felt his hands pawing at your legs, slipping your mary janes from your feet. his hands gently rubbed at your sock-covered feet, a little reminder of his gentleness, despite the roughness he was suddenly using on you.

his fingers trailed upwards, following the little sewing thread between the fabric of your stockings. when his hands reached the top, he snapped the fabric back, leaving it snap against your thighs. "you're keeping these on." he uttered, he didn't sound like he normally did. he sounded as if he were pent up, desperate for relief. and he was.

you just couldn't seem to understand why.

"sam, why are you―"

you were cut off. "you're jus' so pretty all dressed up, honey." sam was towering over you as he stood, his large hand falling on your face, practically taking up a whole cheek as he cupped it. "'n i was hard all day thinkin' about this. you do wanna make me feel good, don't you, sweetheart?"

he watched as your eyes seemingly got rounder. "i wanna make you feel good, sammy." you caught your bottom lip between your top teeth and he could tell you were being honest, so honest.

willing to do anything to make him feel good, his sweet sweet girl. he would have cooed at you had he not been busy using his thumb to pull your bottom lip from beneath your top teeth. "don't do that, baby." he watched as you nodded silently. "good girl, i'll give you something to wrap those pretty lips around, don't worry."

he could see your face slowly building a flush, that kind of blush that had him reeling. he liked when he got you like this, all flustered and squirming. which you were, squirming in your seat with your thighs pushing together.

sam was well aware that if he were to reach up your skirt now, he would find a little wet circle sitting on your satin panties.

but instead, he used his hands to pull his own trousers from him. they were sitting tightly on his hips and when he finally pulled them down, you could see his bulge sticking out from his black boxers.

you gulped, hands playing together in your lap. you wanted to look back up at sam but you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away from him, too engrossed by his dick to think of anything else.

"'s how i felt all day, sweetheart." his voice was a whisper now. "you were teasin' me 'n i couldn't do anything about it. do you know how mean that is?"

your eyes snapped up to his, filling with this red glassiness. "w-what?" you didn't want to be mean to sam. he was so good to you, always making you feel good, you wanted nothing more than to be good to him. "'m sorry sammy, 'm really sorry."

"awh, i know, baby." his thumb swiped against your cheek, playing around with your face as if you were dough, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "you just wanna be my good girl, yeah?"

you nodded quickly. "mmhm, wanna be your good girl, sammy, 'm sorry. 'm really sorry."

"i don't know, you were very bad today." his constant teasing as only making your panties wetter, that tone he was using on you, the one that he knew got you all flustered. "if i give you a second chance, are you gonna be good?"

"uh-huh, 'be so good, sammy, i promise. please, ill be good." you were begging now, eyes as big as saucers and lips wet.

he didn't bother pretending to think about it, he just leaned down, so far that his face was in line with yours, lips against your ear as he softly whispered the words, "then get onto your knee's 'n show me."

when sam winchester told you to do something, you did it, no questions asked.

you'd touched him like this many times before, you on your hands and knees on the mattress while he stood on the ground. he thought it was the most comfortable spot for the both of you, seeing as he was so big.

you did as you were told, moving so you were on your hands and knees against the mattress. your hands moved up to his waist, eyes snapping to his. he watched you intently as you brought your lips to his clothed cock, pressing a pretty kiss against it before using your fingers to pull down his underwear.

you did it without fail every single time.

every time he had you on your knees with his cock in your mouth, you started off with that pretty kiss to his boxers. there was something sickly sweet about it that had his eyes already rolling backwards. it was almost an innocent and naive act of love towards him, laced with lust.

you were on just your knees now, pushing his boxers down with no help from him. his dick sprung free and you could see an idle line of precum dripping down his shaft. instinctively, your hand moved up, thumb swiping the precum and smoothing it over the head of his dick. the act alone caused a grunt to leave his lips.

as pretty as you looked, all curious and ready to take your time, sam simply wasn't having it tonight.

he was too pent up from your silly outfit and his own mindless thoughts that he couldn't help it.

his hand fell to the side of your head, cupping it as he guided it forward. you knew what he was asking and you wasted no time in sticking out your tongue and licking a kitten lick up his shaft.

"fuck," fell from his lips. "good girl." mumbling as your tongue swirled over his head and your mouth wrapped around his dick. sam was a huge man and his dick was no exception to that. he was huge, too big to fit in your mouth but you pushed him in anyway, only covering a little more than half.

sam knew he was big too, he couldn't help the quirk of his lips as he looked down at you, struggling to fit his size into your mouth. his hand slowly guided your head further onto his cock, letting your lips wrap around him completely, your saliva coating him. it wasn't until you gagged that he knew this was as far as you could go.

so he pushed you a little further, anyway.

you brought your head back out then in again, bobbing it as you tongue swirled against him. you were no stranger to sucking sam off but every time you did it, you found yourself getting nervous. you wanted to be good for him and you were doing your upmost best.

his pretty thing.

"fuck, baby, you're doin' so good f'me." and sam knew exactly what effect his words would have on you. "mmph, look so pretty with your lips around my dick, sweetheart."

you couldn't help but moan on his dick.

and his lips quirked into that sickly sweet smile.

he knew how easily you got wet, how all it took was just a few words and you were a moaning, whining mess. sam thought you deserved a little more for all you were giving him than just a little praise.

and like said before, sam was huge so he reached over, his torso towering a little above your head and his arm reached out, soothing down your lower back.

this wasn't the first time sam had pulled something like this. you knew what to do, stomach sinking onto the bed as you rolled your ass into nothingness, wanting to create some kind of friction while your mouth continued to slowly melt around him, licking and sucking, eyes closed as one hand pumped the part of his dick that your mouth couldn't reach.

you felt his fingers tracing the outline of your satin underwear, pulling up your skirt so he could gain access.

you made a noise of complaint, knowing that if he touched you, you wouldn't be able to focus properly on touching him. sam only used his free hand to push your head onto his dick and make you gag again.

he liked watching you fall apart, especially with his dick stuffed in your mouth.

he loved watching the way your body had to bend for him to be able to stick his fingers into your gaping whole, watching as you desperately rolled your hips, wanting him him him. you wanted to feel him. taste him. smell him. he was all consuming, you wanted him to take over your every sense.

and he always did, without complaint.

you were wet, undeniably so, he could feel it through the satin material that he pulled back, getting access to your aching pussy. "there you go, sweetheart, tha's it." while easing two fingers into your hole.

you felt like a slut.

he had you completely and utterly full.

"'s that nice, baby? y'feel so warm." both with your mouth against his dick and your soaking wet hole. "you're so pretty for me, you know that, angel?"

he knew you couldn't respond, only whining and whimpering against his throbbing cock. "you're my good girl, aren't you?" he felt you whine, vibrations spreading through him and he also felt your pussy squeeze against his fingers. he grinned at that. "you like that, honey? like thinkin' about how you're my good girl, yeah? all mine, baby, you're all mine."

and you really were. before sam, you wouldn't look at a boy sideways let alone be like this.

you groaned into him, ass rolling against his fingers while your own free hand moved down. you continued sucking his dick while using your nimble fingers to play with your clit.

and that was enough for sam to let out a moan. "oh, baby, you look so pretty playing with yourself while―shit―sucking my cock."

your eyes rolled back, feeling of pleasure coating you while your soft lips bobbed up and down, fingers tracing him and yourself.

"'m gonna cum, sweetheart." a warning, though he knew you wouldn't move anyway. "you gonna be a good girl 'n cum on my fingers while you suck my cock, huh, baby?"

he felt you absentmindedly nod, too fucked out to think straight while feeling a familiar knot deep in your stomach.

your whines got louder and he felt himself nearing the edge. the sight of you, blissed out while sucking his cock, his fingers stuffed into your hole making you feel all full... he couldn't help but let go.

at the same time, he felt your gummy walls clenching around his fingers, wet juices sliding down his hand while spurts of squirt left your pussy every time his fingers pumped in and out of you, riding out your high.

"good girl, good girl. that's it, baby. oh fuck. yeah, my good girl. there you go." he was in awe, watching you squirt around his fingers, the wet feeling as it spurted out from your pussy, decorating the bedsheets in your juices while your pretty socks got ruined in the mess.

when he finally finished, he pulled his fingers out of you, letting you lean back as you parted your lips to show him his cum all over your tongue, spread messily in your mouth.

his hand was on your face, eyes strained on your mouth as he watched you close your lips and swallow like the good girl you were, swiping his thumb against your bottom lip.

he pushed his two fingers into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. while your eyes rolled back, all fucked out and dumb.

"think we have some time before dean gets back, yeah?" eyes already scanning your body and letting his imagination get the better of him.

he just watched your blissed out face nod, cheeks flushed. "mmhm hmph."

he wasn't done with you just yet.

main masterlist/sam's masterlist

[lostalioth]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭

→ premise: you in those damn jeans, those stupid jeans that fit you just right. your hips, your waist, your thighs. and god your ass in those jeans nearly had sam drooling. it was shameful he knew it but he couldn’t help it, not when your ass looked so prefect.

→ pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, anal, caught masturbating, switch!sam? [he’s dominating but also jsut whiny and desperate?], nicknames [angel, baby], no lube or prep really for the anal part [i lowkey didn’t wanna write it lmao], not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 17

It was pathetic, he was pathetic he knew that and yet he just couldn't care at the moment nor help himself. You looked so good he swore it was driving him clinically insane. So good that it was making his genius brain malfunction, and his downstairs ‘brain’ run on overdrive. 

He couldn't focus, could barely understand a word the witnesses were saying, it was all going in one ear and out the other. His eyes were just glued on you, on your body, on those stupid perfectly fitting jeans you wore. He felt like a hormonal teenager again, getting all worked up over a dumb pair of tight jeans on a woman. It didn't help that Sam has already been nursing a small crush on you that he’s had sense him and his brother met you. 

He had to bail on you and dean in the middle of the interviews, giving the both of you some excuse about not feeling the best and that maybe he needed some extra rest. Though in truth his pants were just getting tighter by the minute and his head getting foggier. He somehow managed to walk himself back to the motel, the short walk doing not a damn thing to clear his head. You in those fucking jeans, those jeans that hug your thighs and your wasit just right, those stupidly tight jeans that made your ass look so fucking bitable it was making him lose his mind. 

Even though muffled by his t-shirt pulled up and tucked between his teeth all that filled the quiet dingy motel room were Sams whines they were so loud. He was a mess the second he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down his thighs. His large hand furiously stroking up and down his aching cock, pulling strangled whimpers and cries from his lips. His precum leaking out from his tip acting as lube for his hand to glide along his shaft faster, squeezing it hard as he goes. 

He was already so close, it only added to his feeling of being pathetic, he really was a horny teenager now, he couldn't even last that long with his fist around his cock and his head filled with thoughts of you. You on top of him riding him as he whines, you under him your limbs an entangled mess as you pant and moan into his mouth. Him with his head buried between your thighs, you on your knees for him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, any and all different kinds of images of you all over him. “Need you s’bad, s‘fuckin’ bad holy shit….” He hissed through his teeth in a hushed tone as his head fell back in pleasure, cries of your name and whines about how good you looked fall from his mouth like a waterfall the closer he gets to the edge.

“Hey Sam? Honey? you doing okay?” Your voice shattered the daydream going on in his head that was just about to make him cum. In shock and embarrassment his hand stills, inadvertently edging himself. The nickname only makes his cock twitch more as a short whine comes out of his mouth in response. He was caught and it should be embarrassing, humiliating even, you caught him jerking off in the middle of the day. He should be feeling anything else but what he was right now, It shouldn’t excite him that you caught him. But he was too far gone into a desperate type of head space to care at the moment. 

“Oh shit!, i'm sorry i didn't mean to barge in i thought you’d be napping” you babble out, covering your face as heat spreads through your body as you turn around and move like you're about to leave. As you turn sam gets an even better almost 360º view of your body, how the jeans cling to your thighs, the waistband snug around your waist, the denim looks practically painted on your ass, they were so tight.

“Need it s’bad, please i need you s’bad yoou dont have to leave” he whines out, you had already caught him so any composure or decorum he had has been thrown out the window alongside reason. He could be completely ruining your friendship at this moment, you could be disgusted with him and reject him but he was taking that risk cause he was desperate. 

Your body as if moving on its own accord, revealing your own hidden desires turns back around to face Sam, slowly taking your hands away from your face. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes scan over his body, his shirt tugged up and stuffed in his mouth exposing his chest, a small trail of hair leading down to where his hand is still wrapped tightly around his cock, a pleading look in his glazed over eyes. Slowly you make your way over to him spread out on the bed, your steps careful as if you were gonna spook him by moving too fast. “What- Uh- what do you need honey?” You question, still a bit confused and extremely nervous. You’d do anything to help Sam, and getting to see him like this all pathetic and desperate was a bonus that was making slick settle in your core and your thighs clench together. 

“I need you, want you s’bad” he whines out dropping his shirt from his mouth as he grabs ahold of your hand when you get close enough. Placing your hand on his stiff throbbing cock with his own, you let out a small gasp at the feeling of his warm cock under your touch. “This is what you do to me, you and ya’ fucking stupid tight jeans” he hissed out, letting go of your hand and taking note of the fact you dont move it off his cock he slaps your ass hard with his big hand resting and gropping at it after it comes down. 

“These damn jeans that make your ass look so good angel, so good that I couldn't focus, baby. Wanna fuck you s’bad, wanna fuck this ass” he was rambling now looking up at you with his signature puppy eyed look that made you melt. He was so hard it was getting painful, especially since he stopped himself right when he was gonna cum.

He's already thrown caution to the wind by this point, there was no going back.

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You gave in. 

Willing to do whatever it took to make Sam feel better as well as the fact that all his begging had made you about just as desperate for him. He had you on his lap now, your back pressed against his bare chest. He was quick to strip you of all your clothes, eyes glued to the way he had to practically peel your jeans off your body. Your thighs were spread and laid over his legs that he had bent up, his feet planted flat on the bed. 

Your head was spinning from the feeling of his rough hands exploring every inch of your body. Palming at your tits and his thumb flicking your nipples, squeezing your waist when you squirm in his grasp and grind your ass against him. His lips were mouthing and kissing along your neck, tongue poking out to lick up the side and even behind your ear, sucking patches of small hickies onto the unmarked skin. Your body relaxed more and more in his arms as Sam said; “Need you real relaxed for this angel okay? As bad as i want this i don't wanna hurt ya’” you were certainly relaxed once his thumb started rubbing circles over your bundle of nerves, sighing in a mixture of pleasure and relief. You whine softly as your pussy aches, begging for release already as your folds are dripping in slick, a trail of it sliding down your cunt to your ass even. 

Lifting his hips his tip nudges at the tight ring of muscle of your ass, his precum that hasn't stopped leaking as well as his spit that coated his cock acted as your only form of lube as he bullies his thick cock inside. With a broken gasp in both pain and pleasure at the new sensation you dig your nails into the flesh of his forearm that was wrapped around your stomach holding you against him. “Sam~ Honey- Fuck!” You blabber out in a string of jumbled together moans, losing track of where you were gonna go with your sentence once his cock pushes all the way inside, your hole sucking his cock inside. 

“Atta’ girl, s’good f’me angel. God your ass is so fuckin’ tight” he cries out, he was already still on edge from just his fist but this feeling was gonna send him flying over it faster than he wanted. The pleasure of his cock filing your ass as well as his thumb which hasn't stopped playing with your clit has your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Baby, m’not gonna last long, it's too much” you moan out as his hips buck up and thrust into you, settling at a fast and relentless pace not giving you any more time to get adjusted. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay, j’ cum, just cum for me angel” he nods his head frantically, moans and desperate cries fill the room and you don't know what sounds are coming from who as you clench down on him. 

Your body tensing up and your eyes screwing shut as your climax washes over you, a loud wanton moan falling out of your mouth. Worry about the other residents hearing anything long since past, Sam even felt a small ego boost knowing they were hearing you scream out his name. His hips not stopping their hard thrusting, Sam too lost in pleasure with his head buried in your neck as his cock pounds your ass making you see stars as you cum. 

“Feel so good angel, holy shit squeezin’ me even tighter as you cum shit~” he groans out, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine as his breath fans across your ear. Your cum leaks out of your pussy, sliding down to Sams cock giving it even more slick for him to fuck up into you harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm. 

“Gonna cum angel, but dont think im done with ya’ when i do, need to fuck that pretty pussy too. Been dreamin’ about that sense we met, need to make you all mine” he cries out as he turns your face towards his and crashes his lips against yours, kissing you like a man starved. His moans are muffled into the kiss as well as more whines of your name as he cums hard.

→ a/n: AHHHH last day of kinktober is tomorrow!! Im hoping i get to post the last day on halloween but i might not so if i dont expect it nov

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

This came to me before falling asleep😭

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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Jerking him off in front of a standing mirror, making him watch himself crumble under your touch as you pump his length from behind, you can see every bead of sweat glistening off his body as he tries to fight the pleasure. His pathetic little whimpers travel to your ears and you hold his head still so he has to watch you tormenting his aching cock. “Fuck- I- mmm, gonna cum” his weak voice calls out before shooting his load all over the glass, you chuckle as you watch it roll down slowly, creating a abstract image as aftermath of what just happened.

[phrysic]

food for the soul

[fluffsnake]

[samsno1]

One Hell Of An Agent

Sam Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: After weird deaths start happening and your friend becomes a victim of it, two men appear at your door for questioning and your day turns into the weirdest you've ever lived.

Warnings: SMUT, size kink (if you squint), oral (f. recieving), big d sam (obviously), dean gets forgotten lmao, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), piv, tit sucking, sam is a sweetheart, pet names (doll, baby, beautiful), a bit of body insecurity but, as i said, sam is a gentleman, reader is shorter and overall smaller then sam, use of y/n, NOT PROOF READ, english isn't my first language (if i forgot anything TELL ME)

Read it on AO3

WC: 6.1k

You can learn how to change the "Y/N" for your actual name here

enjoy your meal babies, mwah mwah

It was supposed to be just another day where you went to work to get pennies in exchange for spending close to 12 hours in front of a computer screen, get back home to drink until you decided you should take a shower and sleep. Then repeat.

You, standing in your living room with a circle of kitchen salt around you and two men who were supposedly FBI agents holding shotguns and the ghost of an old woman trying to kill you, wasn't in your plans.

They both had arrived at your house in suits earlier that day, knocking on your door. You groaned and got up from the couch, leaving your beer bottle settled on the coffee table. Once you opened the door you widened your eyes at the two men standing there.

The taller one greeted himself first. He had a – almost – shoulder length brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. To say you were shocked at how handsome he looked was an understatement. The shorter one had deep green eyes and short hair, he was pretty too but his partner…

“Hello, I'm Agent Page, this is my partner, Agent Plant” He said, showing you his badge and nodding to Plant, him copying what his partner did.

You furrowed your eyebrows, recognizing the names from the Led Zeppelin band.

“Plant and Page as in…the Led Zeppelin guys?” You questioned and they shared a look. The shorter one stepped foward, giving you a once over, clearly checking you out.

“Just a coincidence Ma'am” He said, smiling at you and you nodded, still a bit skeptical.

You opened the door wider for them both to get in.

“Come in, please. Have a seat” You said, gesturing to the couch and they sat besides each other. Page eyed the beer at the coffee table in front of him and you cringed.

“Sorry, I wasn't expecting the FBI at my door” You chuckled lightly and took the beer bottle to the kitchen in the other room. When you came back, both their eyes were on you and you felt a bit intimidated.

“Well…why are the feds at my house…?” You asked, sitting at the armchair and resting your hands on your lap, fidgeting nervously with your fingers.

Page put his elbows on his knees, his fingers crossing in front of him as he leaned forward to talk closer to you. You took notice of his big frame wondering how someone could be so…wide?

“Miss…”

“Y/N” You filled in the gap.

“Miss Y/N” He said, licking his lower lip with his tongue “We are here to ask about the recent murders around”

“Oh” You said. You knew well about one of the victims, a friend of yours. It had been a little over 2 weeks since her death but you always went with the mantra to keep going no matter what. At the memory of her you felt your throat restrict and you blinked back tears.

Page seemed to notice and put a gentle hand on your knee to comfort you. When you looked up he was smiling slightly and you calmed down.

“We know Beth was your friend and we are sorry for your loss” He said, squeezing your knee “But we'd like to ask you some questions, if you don't mind”

You nodded and looked between the both of them, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah…yeah of course” You said and he nodded, pulling his hand away from you, the warmth still lingering where he had placed it.

“Did you notice any weird behaviors before your friend passed? Like she was distant, cold…?” Plant asked and you made a face trying to remember anything. You recorded a night you two went out

“Five days or so before she died…” You started, turning your head down to stare at your fingers over your lap. “We went to a bar near my house and she kept glancing behind her, nervous, on edge, as if something would jump her at any moment. When I asked her what was wrong she looked at me, terrified, grabbed her things and bolted”

You sighed thinking you should've went with her now that she was gone.

“I tried calling, texting. Nothing. For those five days I didn't hear anything from her then…they called me announcing that she was gone” You started tearing up again and closed your eyes to hold them back.

“She didn't have anyone else, y'know, I should've been there for her, I–” You choked on an inevitable sob and covered your face with your hands. Then you felt the taller man's hand on your knee again, his thumb stroking your leg.

“We are truly sorry, it wasn't your fault” He said, a voice so comforting and calm you felt it in your heart.

You took your hands away from your face and sniffed, letting out a slight chuckle. You felt a bit embarrassed to be crying in front of them both.

“I'm sorry” You said and brushed your hair back with your hand “I think this was it. She was always a very quiet girl but sweet, caring, I couldn't think of anyone that would do this to her”

The men nodded and looked at each other, a silent conversation you weren't a part of. You looked down to see Page's hand still on your knee and you smiled to yourself. What a nice fed.

"Thanks for the information Ma'am" Page said. When they looked back at you, he patted your knee lightly and got up with his partner. You stood up as well to accompany them to the door, them both behind you.

You opened the door and looked at them both going out, your gaze lingering longer on the taller one, looking him up and down.

They turned to you with a tiny card in his hand and gave it to you, your finger brushing against his.

“If you remember anything, give us a call. Thank you for your time” He smiled warmly along with the green eyed Agent.

“Will do, thank you so much” You said, smiling back seeing them walk away to the Impala parked in front of your house.

You kept your gaze locked until they drove away, snapping you out of your daze getting back in your house and locked the door, smiling like an idiot at the image of the handsome guy you just met.

Inside the Impala, Dean kept glancing towards Sam, who had his face buried into the newpaper about the couple murders happening.

“Dude” Dean finally said, a grin on his face. Sam looked up at him and made a questioning face at his side profile.

“What?” He asked

Dean laughed lightly and looked at his brother.

“She was eating you with her eyes” Dean said and at that Sam's full attention was on him, lowering the paper with a confused face.

“Who? Y/N?” He asked and Dean nodded. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother. “Dean, c'mon” He said.

“I'm serious, the look she gave you when we left, staring you up and down like a feast” Dean laughed mischievously, looking for a couple seconds at Sam's shocked expression. “She's pretty, y'know, if you don't want it, I'll have it”

“Shut up Dean” He said but he couldn't help thinking about your looks towards him and the impulse he felt to comfort you with a hand on your leg when he realized you were upset.

Dean laughed and shook his head at the stubbornness of his brother, driving back to the cheap motel they were staying at.

Your day went by as usual, some couple more beers here, a whiskey there, some movie you had on the TV.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a couple hours until about 2AM when you heard a loud thud in your house and your entire body entered fight or flight mode.

You got up and kept your ears trained for any more sounds until you heard your stove, the gas being poured out in your house and the color drained from your face. What the hell?

You went into the kitchen and for sure the smell of the gas hit hard on your nose and you gagged.

Suddenly the door to the kitchen closed behind you and you jumped in shock. Your heart started ringing in your ears and your hands were trembling.

“Hello?! Is anybody there?!” You asked, your voice shaking as you went to the door. Locked. You started to panic, were you crazy? Was this a dream?

There was a noise behind you and you turned, seeing the knife cabinet open and you glued yourself to the door, trying to get the lock open when a kitchen knife started to float up and towards you.

You screamed and banged at the door.

“Help! Someone, please!” You screamed and the knife was plunged in the door, close to your head and your body fell back in the ground, tears rolling down your cheeks when everything stopped.

You slowly got up and tried to open the door. Success. You scrambled out of your kitchen and unlocked the front door, sprinting out of your house terrified.

You remembered the card the Agent gave you. You didn't know if it was okay to call him this late but you just almost died. You thought he could make an exception.

With trembling fingers, you dialed the number on your phone, putting it to your ear. Please pick up, please pick up.

“Hello? Agent Page speaking, who is this?” He said with a gruff voice, he was definitely sleeping and you felt a bit bad for waking him up.

“Agent?” You practically whispered, your voice shaky with fear.

“Y/N?” He recognized your voice and made a confused face, sitting up on the bed. “What's wrong?”

“I– I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have called I–” You spoke fast, nervous. He took notice of that “Something happened” You said simply.

“We are on our way” He said and slipped on his shoes, already on outside clothes. He nudged Dean to wake him up. “Hang in there”

“Okay” You said in a whisper as he turned the call off, biting your thumbnail in order to stay calm in the circumstances.

Dean woke up to see Sam getting his bag ready in a frenze, a worried look in his younger brother's face.

“Y/N called, something happened, she seemed stressed, let's go” He said, throwing Dean his bag, the oldest groaning as he grabbed the keys for the Impala.

As they drove there, Sam couldn't help but get even more stressed the long it took for them to arrive. He wondered if you were okay, if you had gotten hurt, or worse. When they arrived, you were sitting on your porch, legs tucked close to your body as you shivered.

When you heard the noise of the car you got up. The two came out and you were a bit weirded out to see them in normal clothes but relieved nonetheless.

When they got closer you breathed out in relief, the taller of the two coming closer then Plant, grabbing your shoulders and eyeing you up and down, looking for any visible damage.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” He asked and you shook your head at the first question.

“I don't know…If I explain it I'll sound crazy” You said

“Oh, sweetheart, believe me, we know crazy” The green eyed Agent said and you looked at him, the nickname foreign but you brushed it off.

“I was sleeping in my couch when I woke up with a loud bang” You began. “I got up to see that my stove started leaking gas and…when I wnt to the kitchen, the door…It shut behind me, locked” You said, shakily and Page brushed his hand on your shoulder, the same way he had done to your knee earlier “I couldn't get out and a knife started to fucking float, it charged at me, caught the door and then it all just…stopped”

“I was able to leave my house and…call you” She said and looked into his eyes, the comforting gaze seeping into her. “I'm sorry, I know it's late”

“Don't bother, it's fine. Let's try and see how we can help you, okay?” He said

You looked at him, puzzled, tilting your head at him

“You believe me?” You asked and he let out an aired laugh in amusement.

“What if I tell you we aren't truly FBI agents” He said.

“Oh” You widened your eyes and looked between the both of them, shameful smiles on their faces. “Right”

“Get in, we will explain everything we can to you” He said and you nodded getting inside your house.

After a couple minutes you learned that they were actually brothers, the tall one was named Sam and the shorter was Dean. They told you all about what they did, the family business, how real the supernatural was and tried to explain that you experienced something ghost-like.

You were absolutely dumbfounded as they said all that. It was hard to believe that, how is all of it real if you hadn't seen anything your whole life similar to what they explained to you? Just now?

“Okay so…you both are like…the Ghostbusters?” But hotter. You noted, mentally.

“Basically, yeah” Dean said.

You sat there with your hands over your face. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or cry at the situation.

The brothers walked around with the so called EMFs, machines you learned could sense the presence of ghosts.

You couldn't help but glance at Sam. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his hair falling around his face and from time to time he bit his lower lip.

You were entranced at how annoyingly handsome he was until loud beeping from Dean's EMF startled you.

Sam whooped his head towards him and they shared silent looks. Sam turned to his bag and got a shotgun out and you widened your eyes at him. He took notice of that.

“They are loaded with rock salt, don't worry” He said and you made a confused face. He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. “Let's say…ghosts don't like salt. Salt and iron are their weaknesses” He said and you hummed in acknowledgement getting up and going to your fireplace to get an iron rod.

Sam stared at you as you walked back to him and you shrugged.

“It's iron, you said it could keep them at bay” You said and he nodded.

A loud noise startled all of you, in the kitchen, where Dean was the closest to and he cooked his gun, Sam doing the same and protecting you with his body.

“Stay behind me” He murmured to you and you nodded, iron rod in your hand prepared for any attack.

“Come on you son of a bitch!” Dean said and, as if on cue, the ghost of an old lady appeared in your kitchen and you gasped, recognizing her immediately.

“Mrs. Greene?” You whispered and apparently she heard you because in a moment she was there and in the other she was behind you.

“Y/N, watch out!” Sam yelled in front of you and you turned around, swinging your weapon and making her vanish for a couple of moments.

You were breathing heavily, your ears ringing until Sam snapped you out of your daze, turning you around by grabbing at your arm.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice as he gave you a once over.

“Yeah, I think” You replied and Dean appeared as quick as possible making a circle of salt around you and Sam stepped out of it, letting your arm go.

“You need to stay there, she can't get you because of the salt” Dean said.

“You know her?” Sam asked and you looked at him, nodding.

“She was Beth's mother. Died in a car accident that…my father caused. Me and Beth bonded through their deaths but I guess her mom didn't really approve of that” You said, smiling sadly to yourself.

“Where is she buried?” Dean questioned.

“The cemetery near the only church in town. About 5 miles from here” You replied and Dean gave Sam a quick nod as he got his bag and gave his brother extra ammunition.

“I'll go do the dirty job, you, protect her, make sure that bitch doesn't kill her” Dean said as he went out the door, shutting it behind him.

You sat on the ground, in the middle of the salt circle, mindlessly playing with the iron rod in your hand. Sam looked down at you. You looked more than upset, understandably.

“Everything is going to be okay” He reassured you and you looked at him with a gentle smile. Until you weren't smiling anymore and instead was looking behind him.

“Sam, behind you!” You said, getting up again and he turned shooting the ghost and she reappeared behind you, outside of the circle.

You turned around, shaking and lifting your weapon at her. She looked down at the salt circle and the creepiest smile you've ever seen opens up in her face, sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly the windows broke open and a strong gust of wind came in with full force. You covered your head to protect it from the glass until you looked down and the salt circle was broken around you.

Your heart dropped as she started approaching you and Sam shot her again from behind you.

To your dismay, she was behind him again, and before you could warn him about her she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him against a wall.

“Sam!” You screamed and she turned to you again, slowly walking towards your frame and you backed away, the iron rod propped in front of you protectively.

She knocked the rod out of your hand and you looked desperately at it on the ground.

Your back pressed against the wall and you closed your eyes, preparing for your death when she started screaming and you opened your eyes.

She was quite literally burning right in front of you, with her hands reaching for your throat until she was just gone, no burn marks on your ground, weirdly, and her desperation echoed through the house.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your heart beating in your ears. You heard a groan and remembered Sam was basically knocked out on the other side of the room.

You rushed to him and kneeled down besides him with a hand on his cheek and the other in one of his knee.

“Sam, are you okay?” You asked as he slowly opened his eyes. When he seemed to retrieve consciousness again he breathed in deeply and scrambled to get up but you held him down by putting a hand on his chest.

“Hey, hey, it's okay, she's…gone, I guess” You said and he focused his eyes on yours when you smiled. You felt your face heat up at the look he was giving you until Dean barged in through the front door, whistling at the mess.

He looked towards both of you on the ground and made a face, holding back a smirk.

“Burned her up…Am I interrupting something?” Dean asked playfully and you felt a tad of embarrassment, helping Sam get up with a grunt.

They started to gather their stuff and you wondered how the hell you were going to clean up your whole house. Glass and salt everywhere, a hole on the wall where Sam was thrown at.

When they were all done you got each a beer. They tried to deny it but you insisted, claiming it was a thank you treat for saving your life.

You finished all your drinks, throwing the bottles away and you walked them to the door, the Impala parked in front of your house. They got out and stood outside as you smiled at them.

“Thank you, again, really, you both saved my life” You said.

“It's nothing, really, we do this everyday” Dean said with a dismissive wave. “I'm going to load the car” Dean said, giving Sam a pat on the back and a look you didn't understand but apparently Sam did, since he gave a deep breath and a practically death glare at his brother, his chest going up and down.

“So…” He started, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“So?” You nudged, smiling up at him and biting your lower lip. His eyes stared at your mouth and you felt small under his gaze.

“You were amazing back there, you know?” He said, crossing his arms in front of him and smiling. “You knew what to do, few people can do what you did”

He complimented and you looked down, smiling like an idiot. He’s so sweet.

“Oh I just…went by logic I guess, nothing much. You said iron and I reached for iron” You said, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked up again.

“Yeah…” He said, looking from your eyes to your mouth and back up again. You decided to be a bit brave and got into your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, holding on his shoulder for support.

When you pulled back he didn't pull away and one of his hands cupped your cheek, looking between your eyes when he leaned into you, his lips against yours in a light kiss.

You responded almost immediately, your hand going to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and he placed his hands on your waist. You reluctantly pulled away with a hum, dazed by the kiss with your eyes still closed.

When you opened them his eyes were on your face and you felt warm again. He pulled you back in your house and you giggled in surprise when he closed the door, his hand still holding you.

“What about your brother?” You said as he turned his attention back to you, a smirk on his face when he squeezed your waist. He leaned in closer and you held your breath.

“He can wait” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, this time more intensely then before and you hummed, burying your hand on his hair while the other stroked his chest.

You started taking his jacket off when you stopped and pulled away.

“Is this okay? I mean I'm totally fin–” He cut you off with another mind blowing kiss and you gasped.

He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it to the ground and clasping your face in both his hands.

“Does this answer your question?” He smiled teasingly and you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss his lips again and his hands grabbed your hips in response.

He brushed his tongue against your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let him explore it, moaning lowly against his mouth.

He lowered his hands to the back of your thighs, not breaking the kiss, and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you yelped in his mouth.

You noted he was big, you just didn't know he was this strong, lifting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing.

He walked to the kitchen and placed you on the counter, his hands going under your shirt and experimenting with his touches on your bare skin.

You whimpered, shivers running through your whole body as his big hands roamed through your burning skin.

You pulled away, your forehead touching his, a whispered “Fuck” coming out of your lips. Your hands went to the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, leaving your torso bare besides your bra.

Sam drank you in, his adam apple bobbing when he swallowed and you felt embarrassed under his strong gaze, your hands slowly coming to wrap themselves around your stomach.

He held your wrists gently, pulling them away from you and his hands went up and down your arms.

“Don't hide from me, you're beautiful” He whispered and started to leave kisses down your neck, nibbling and biting where he noticed you liked the best with the noises leaving your mouth.

Your hand wrapped in his hair to pull him back to your lips, his kisses addicting like a drug.

He pulled away again to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his defined torso and your jaw physically dropped at the sight. He had some scars, some pale, old, others a pink tone, more recent but it just made him look even better, showing how much he had lived through. He chuckled at your reaction and settled his hands on your hips again, gently squeezing.

“See something you like?” He teased and you closed your mouth, your hands reaching slowly to touch his bare chest. He gasped at your feather-like touch on his tanned skin and you looked at him again, his eyes dark with desire.

“You're…stunning, like– I knew you were…muscular…from the get go but you're…” You trailed off and he chuckled, a bit embarrassed and leaned down to crash his lips against yours again.

His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, helping you take it off and toss it on the ground along with the rest of your clothes.

His hands came to the front and grabbed at both your breasts, squeezing them and making you moan into his mouth. His fingers teased at your hardened nipples and you arched into his touch.

His mouth started trailing down towards your neck, your collarbone, until he got to the valley of your breasts and looked up at you. Your mouth was open, eyes hazed and deep breaths were making your chest go up and down. What a sight.

He closed his mouth into one of your nipples and you whined, the warmth of his tongue circling around it making you grasp at his locks with a certain strength that made him groan around your skin. His fingers teased the other breast until he switched sides, feasting on your breasts.

“Sam…” You gasped his name and he hummed in acknowledgement of your plea, pulling away from your breast with a smile. “Please”

He gave your lips a peck and went down your body again, leaving open mouthed kisses down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your jeans and looked at you again, asking for permission and you nodded at him.

His fingers popped open the button of your pants and opened the zipper. You lifted your hips to help him pull the clothing off and he dragged it down your legs slowly, drinking you in.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his hungry gaze on your frame when his eyes noticed your soaked underwear.

He discarded your pants and ran his hands up your legs, his look never leaving your covered pussy. His hands stopped at your thighs as squeezed the flesh and you closed your legs instinctively.

He looked up at you and pried your legs open with his hands.

“What did I say about hiding from me?” He said, his tone deep and dominant making you swallow a whine as you spread your legs wider and he settled between them with a smirk.

He kissed your covered sex and you let out a low moan, his mouth traveled to your inner thighs, biting and kissing at the flesh, driving you insane.

“Please…” You begged, grabbing at his hair and he hummed.

“So desperate” He said against your skin, grasping your panties and pulling them down. You gasped at the cold air hitting your dripping core and he groaned at the sight.

He cupped your whole cunt with his hand, making your hips buck up into his touch and a low moan left your throat.

“Beautiful” He whispered and gave your thigh one last kiss. “Tell me if it's too much, okay?” He said and your heart melted.

“Okay” You breathed out and he smiled up at you. He took his hand away and you almost frowned when his lips wrapped around your clit and you moaned, bucking your hips against his mouth.

He smirked against you and put one hand over your hips to hold you still as he did wonders against your cunt. His tongue eating you out as if you were his last meal, ripping loud moans from your throat.

“Oh, fuck” You moaned, pulling at his hair “Sam– God” He hummed and groaned against your pussy sending jolts of pleasure through you.

He teased your hole with his finger, slowly entering you and stretching you out, hooking up and rubbing right at that spot and you moaned loudly.

“Jesus, fuck, right there– Shit” A string of curses left your mouth and he grinned proudly, adding another finger to your torture, making you cry out, his name slipping out of your lips.

You felt the knot inside of you tighten, your pussy clenching around his fingers and Sam knew you were about to cum.

“Cum for me, doll” He said and quickened his movements against you and your moans got louder.

“Fuck!” You groaned loudly as you finally came against his lips, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, your eyes closing in bliss, your fingers tightening in Sam's hair.

He helped you ride your orgams until the stimulation got almost painful and you started to try and close your legs.

“T'much, Sam–” You moaned and he pulled away, your juices shining against his face as he got up from his knees and grasped your waist tightly, smashing his lips against you, the foreign taste of yourself lingering on his tongue as he attacked your mouth.

“Taste as sweet as you look” He praises and you smirked.

You glance down at his still covered legs and crotch, the tent in his pants looked almost painful and you bit your lip. He noticed that and took you in his arms again, wrapping your legs around his hips, making your sensitive core grind against his jeans and you whined.

“As much as I'd like to bend you over that table and fuck you senseless” He said, getting closer to your ear and whispering: “I want to fuck you on a bed to see your cockdrunk face when I make you cum”

You shivered, not expecting these words coming out of his mouth and you attacked his neck with kisses and bites.

“My bedroom is down the hall, on the right” You mumbled against his skin, breathless, and he carried you to the room, his hands squeezing and digging in your ass as you continued marking his skin.

He gently placed you on the bed, kissing your lips hungrily and you led one of your hands down to his crotch, palming him through his jeans and he pulled away from your lips to groan, his forehead against yours.

“Fuck me, Sam” You breathed out and he kissed you one last time before standing up and unbuckling his belt and opening his zipper, dropping his pants to the ground and taking off his shoes.

You were staring, eating him with your eyes as he took off his boxers teasingly slow, stepping out of them and looking at your face for a reaction.

Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched around nothing. He was big. You expected him to be large, he was tall after all but you still were very shocked and wondered if you'd be able to take it all.

Sam seemed to notice your worries and grasped your chin to give your lips a comforting kiss. He wasn't cocky but he was aware of his size and knew it could be intimidating.

“We'll go slow, baby, if you want to stop, just say” He assured you and you felt all fuzzy and warm on the inside. It was hard to find men that actually cared and it seemed like you hit the jackpot with Sam. You nodded and he crawled over you, smashing your lips against his again.

He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times and lined it up with your entrance making you whine in anticipation. He slowly pushed into you and you pulled away to let your mouth hang open in a soundless moan.

Sam made sure to distract you from the pain, rubbing your thighs up and down and kissing your neck and collarbones. It took everything inside him to not pound into you. You tightened around him deliciously and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

“You feel so fucking good Y/N, God” He whisper-moaned against your ear and you hummed, your nails digging into his shoulders, definetly leaving marks to remind him for a couple days of this encounter.

“I feel so full, it feels so good” You moaned breathy as he was almost all the way inside you, his kisses soothing your hot skin, his fingernails marking your hips as he held back to let you adjust to his size once he was all the way inside.

You felt him in your throat and it took you a couple of moments to let the pain turn into pleasure and Sam was willing to wait as long as you needed.

When you finally stopped feeling the pain of the stretch you wiggled your hips against his cock and grabbed his cheek to give him a messy kiss.

“You can move, please” You said and he pulled back and forth, both of you moaning at the feeling, his dick hitting deeper than you thought was possible.

“Y/N” Sam moans against your shoulder, his strokes inside you making his whole body tremble with the tightness. His hand roams down your body until it reaches your lower stomach. He presses his hand down against your skin and you moan loudly. He grins, his breathing heavy as his hair makes a curtain around his face.

“Oh– fucking God!” You practically scream, your eyes rolling back as your nails scratch at his shoulder. He felt impossibly deeper and he quickened his thrusts, your whole body going limp and your mouth letting out incoherent babbles and moans of his name.

He was panting as he held himself up in his elbows to look at your fucked out face, kissing your cheeks and your lower lip.

“You look so pretty like this” He said against your skin as he kept his thrusts steady and deep. "I told you I wanted to look at your pretty face...when you came undone under me."

You felt your skin tingle, your body trembling and that familiar feeling on the pit of your stomach like a fire lighting up.

"The looks you were giving me..." He groaned against your skin, his hips sttutering as his orgasm came closer "I wanted to make those beautiful eyes roll back the moment I saw you" He admitted, giving your neck a harsh bite, definetly leaving a mark.

“Sam!” You moaned out, your hand tangling itself into his hair. “I'm cumming” You warned and he quickened his pace and your head shot back, exposing your throat to him.

“Cum for me beautiful” He said, leaving a hickey just below your jaw.

You unraveled below him with a loud moan of his name, your heels digging into his ass. A few more thrusts and Sam pulled out, stroking his cock one, two, three times until he came over your stomach, groaning and panting your name.

You looked at his face, sweat sticking some hairs on his face, his eyes closed, mouth agape and his hair a mess thanks to your hands.

You smiled in a daze and traced your fingers over his face and he opened his eyes, catching you already looking back at him. He leaned down and kissed you passionately for a couple seconds until he pulled away and stood up to go to your bathroom.

He came back with a wet towel to clean you up, gentle in your sensitive sex then he left the towel on the bathroom sink and layed down on the bed beside you again, pulling you into his chest and kissing the crown of your head.

You hummed as he wrapped his arms around you, massaging your sore muscles.

“That was…” You said, not finishing. No words were able to describe what you felt.

“Yeah, it was” He confirmed, smiling.

You snuggled into his chest, your hand tracing mindless patterns against his skin. Then you started to chuckle and he looked down at you.

“What?” He said with a hint of a laugh behind his tone.

“Your brother must be pissed” You said between laughs and he started to laugh too, feeling his chest vibrating against your cheek as his hand stroked your upper arm.

“I don't care, this, you, was worth it” He said and you looked up at him with a shy smile, not knowing what else to say.

After a while of silence between the two of you you started to think a bit.

“You're leaving town soon, right?” You asked and he hummed an affirmation. You hid your frown from him. “You're welcome back anytime, you know that, right?"

You said but didn't look at his face when you felt him looking down at you and he squeezed your arm as if to say I know.

You started to fall asleep against his steady breathing, your eyes heavy.

As you were almost sleeping you felt him leave a kiss on your forehead.

“I will” He whispered and you smiled to yourself, letting yourself fall asleep in his embrace.

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requested - heyy could u make a sam x reader thing where he fucks rlly roughly but he’s really sweet during aftercare bc the idea that sam is rough during but sweet after makes me weak in the knees🫠🙏 (anon)

a/n - this is. probably the most filthy thing i’ve written. it’s just filthy smut. with a hint of sweetheart sam at the end. i need him so bad it’s not funny. still working on my longer plot fics but i wanted to get this out today to get back into writing!! hopefully you enjoy :) would very much appreciate feedback! <3

cws - fem!reader, 2.4k, nsfw 18+, meandom!sam turned soft!sam, oral f!recieving, praise, very mild choking, condescending words, p in v, mild overstimulation, tears, aftercare, fluff

other fics can be found on my masterlist

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She was convinced that Sam’s mouth was a whole new kind of heaven.

He’d already made her cum once with his mouth alone, large hands pressed into the plush of her thighs to keep them spread, her hips stilled, which were twitching with every sweep of his tongue. He was skilled, drawing the pleasure out of her like it was nothing. Sam had easily spent fifteen minutes down there, eating her out like a starved man, like it was all he wanted.

And she didn’t know how she was still breathing. There was a relief that ran through her that Dean and Castiel weren’t in the bunker that night, because even though they were shut away in the privacy of their room, she was sure that she would’ve been heard. Sam had been pulling noises out of her all night, obscene lewd sounds that she would’ve been embarrassed about being heard if it wasn’t Sam with her.

He always made sure that as much as he made her feel, none of it was embarrassment.

His tongue flattened against her, licking a stripe up between her folds until he pressed against her clit and she shuddered, a horribly whiny sound pushed from her lungs when he closed his lips around the bead and sucked, like he was trying to pull the life out of her. Her hips jolted, unable to go anywhere as he had her pinned down, and she was practically seeing stars as Sam worked down there. She wondered if he was even breathing.

“Sam- oh my god—” She whimpered, hissed in a breath when he licked back down to her entrance and his nose nudged against her clit, stomach clenching as she reached her hands down to grasp onto his hair, fingers curled into the soft strands.

And then he pulled away.

His hands left her thighs as his mouth left her, but she didn’t have time to whine her complaints at the loss of sensation as his long fingers curled around her wrists, yanked her hands out of his hair. “What did I say, huh?” The tone of voice made her pussy clench around nothing. “Hands to yourself. You’re pretty bad at listening, baby.”

Sam shifted over her, his face over hers as he pushed her wrists down onto the pillows above her head, and she almost squirmed when she saw the look in his eyes, the way his lips were wet with her.

“Are you listening?” He squeezed her wrists as a reminder, and her eyes quickly flickered back up to his eyes. “Do I need to tie you up, or will you keep these here for me?” She knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do it. Sam could be such a soft lover — he’d kiss every inch of her skin, whisper praises and compliments, tell her he loved her a thousand times as he made love to her. But he could also be like this, mean and demanding as he fucked her silly over and over. She wasn’t sure which she liked more.

“I’ll keep them there.” She breathed out, her voice still a little too whiny. He’d gotten her so close to cumming again, the lack of stimulation was driving her crazy, her cunt throbbed as she stared up at him.

“Oh yeah?” Sam narrowed his eyes like he didn’t believe her, and let go of one of her wrists to take both into one of his large hands. Her eyes left his face to follow his second as it dipped down between them, fingering at the waistband of his boxers, until she heard a sharp, “eyes on me.”

Her gaze quickly flickered back up to his face. “See? You can be good sometimes, can’t you?” Sam cooed, boardering on condescending, as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. “You just need some reminding, don’t you, sweetheart? Get so lost in that pretty little head of yours when I’m making you feel so good.”

She’d been so distracted by watching his face, head spinning with his words, that she didn’t realise that he’d freed himself from his boxers until she felt the head of his cock nudging between her folds, gliding easily against her with the slick and spit collected there, and she mewled at the feeling, eyes squeezed shut as he nudged at her clit.

“Eyes open,” his hands left her wrists — which she knew now to keep still — and his fingers splayed across her jaw, squeezing unkindly until she looked up again. “Don’t make me tell you again. You wanna be good for me, don’t you?”

She nodded dumbly, sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as he rubbed her clit with his cock. Teasing her. “Mhm, I will.”

“You will?” Sam gave her jaw one more squeeze, just for good measure, before he wrapped his fingers around the bare skin of her throat. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t put any pressure, just held her, but the threat was there. The head of his cock rested up against her slickened entrance as his head dipped down, lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “what’s your colour?”

They had a pretty rigid safe word system set out — it was something he went over with her every time they had sex, especially like this, when he was mean and grabby and knew that she wouldn’t like it every time. If she so much whispered the word red he’d be up and off of her before she could blink.

But all that left her words was a whiny, “Green, please Sammy.”

She felt his lips curve up against her ear as he smirked. “Good girl.”

Without warning he pushed into her and she sucked in a sharp breath, her own fingers grabbed at each other in an attempt to keep her hands still, and she shoved a breath out of her throat. He’d worked her open with his fingers when he’d been settled down between her legs, but she still felt the stretch, the burn as he settled his cock deep inside of her, and for a moment she had to remember to breathe back in.

“Fuck honey,” he grunted in her ear, fingers gripped her throat just slightly tighter, still only enough for her to feel pressure. “So tight for me, baby. Can barely take it, huh?”

He pulled back before he rutted back inside and she whimpered, squeezing her own fingers together so tightly so she didn’t break his rule. Needing to hold onto him somehow, though, her thighs clamped harshly around his hips, already trembly from the first orgasm he’d pulled from her.

He thrust in again, and again, and again, and soon she saw stars, gasping and whimpering with every drag of his cock against her gummy walls, pleasure rippling through her in waves that made her stomach clench, her cunt clamped down so tightly around him it was a wonder he could move at all.

“So noisy baby,” he crooned on a particular harsh thrust that made her whine, fingers a little tighter around her throat. “Can’t help yourself, can you?” He huffed with another thrust. “Need me to do all the work, hm? Greedy—” he grunted, “greedy girl.”

It took an embarrassingly short time for her to get close again. Sam was fucking her with determination, grunted every time he pushed himself back in, the head of his cock nudged the soft spongey spot inside of her that made her shudder again and again and again until she was a mess beneath him, lewd wet sounds accompanying her whimpers with each shift of his hips, her pussy fluttering around the stretch of his girth.

He didn’t slow down, didn’t ease up, didn’t give her a breather. She was close to tears by the time she was almost there, already sensitive from her first orgasm.

She clenched around him and his fingers, in turn, tightened on the sides of her throat. She trusted him, she knew he wouldn’t push it too far. Just enough for her to feel a little dizzy, for the bliss to wash over her like a high.

“Sam- mm- Sammy—” She was practically blabbering as her eyes filled with tears, gasping with each thrust, each smack of his hips against hers.

“Oh honey,” he cooed, condescending, mean. “Too much, hm? Need something?”

His hand loosened on her throat and she inhaled a little shakily.

“Please—” she whined, blinking through tears up at him. She didn’t miss the flicker in his eyes as the tears dribbled down her cheeks, but she knew that he knew she’d tell him if it was too much. It had happened before, neither of them messed around when it came to their safe words.

“Please what, huh?” He thrust in harshly and she groaned, cunt fluttering, so close— “Ah-ah, not yet. Don’t you need to ask me something, dolly?” He squeezed her throat once. “You remember what happens if you cum without asking, don’t you?”

Of course she did. The week prior she’d cum too soon, and he spent the next what felt like hours edging her, too skilled with his fingers, words too filthy that they made her head spin. He’d made such a mess of her that she hadn’t been able to even get up off of the bed for a little while after he finally let her cum.

“Mhm, mm, yeah—” she inhaled shakily, whining, thighs clamped tighter around his hips. “Please- please can I- please let me—” she groaned.

“Let you what?” He was dragging it out, the fucker, grunting into her ear as he leaned down over her, pushed his cock so deep her vision almost whitened out. “Tell me, honey. Use those words for me, c’mon.”

The tears were bubbling over faster, rolling down her flushed cheeks. “Let me cum, baby, please.”

“Asking so nicely,” he grunted, pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. “How can I say no to something so pretty, hm? ‘Course you can, baby, go ahead.”

It wasn’t his words that did it for her, but the hand that snuck between them and pressed down on her stomach, the press of his cock suddenly so much more delicious that she almost fucking fainted.

She came with a breathless whine, hips jerked as she finally gasped a breath and whined again, her cunt throbbed around his cock as he kept pumping, rode her through it entirely. Her head tipped back, his mouth on her neck as her eyes squeezed shut, colours danced on the inside of her eyelids, her own little fireworks display.

Sam came shortly after, groaned into her ear in a way that almost made her cum again, and he rutted into her a few more times before he stopped, warmth spreading through her as he panted against her shoulder.

“Fuck,” he huffed, his own chest heaved, brushing against her bare skin. “Oh sweetheart.” The shift in his demeanour was palpable, soft kisses immediately littered across her shoulder and collarbone, palms flattened to smooth over her sweat-dampened skin. He could be so mean in the moment, so dominating and controlling that he left her a fucking mess underneath him, but afterwards? He’d probably feed her grapes and fan her if she asked him to.

She was still gasping for breath, head spinning, and when she knew she wouldn’t be told off for it her hands lifted, immediately clung to his warm shoulders. She loved the way his shoulders felt underneath her touch, muscles rippling with every movement.

Sam kissed up her throat and jaw before he landed on her mouth, and he kissed her slowly, huffed breaths into each other's mouths as he licked between her lips, sweeped behind her top teeth, their lips both wet with spit.

By the time he had pulled away, he’d so thoroughly kissed her that she almost had her breath back.

“You okay?” His voice was so soft it was like there was an entirely different person on top of her compared to five minutes prior. His hand left her throat, smoothed upwards and cupped her jaw. She felt him thumb away tears that had fallen, some clung to her eyelashes, somewhat cool against her hot and flushed skin.

She nodded as she stroked her fingertips along his shoulders with her fingertips, like she’d committed him to memory. She had.

“Hey,” he lightly tapped her cheekbone with his thumb. “Need words, honey.”

She couldn’t help her smile. He was so caring she sometimes wanted to cry. “M’okay,” she whispered, voice soft like she’d shared a secret. “Really good. You’re so good, Sammy.” She praised, tilted her head to kiss his wrist, and he smiled and blushed like he hadn’t just been the one to fuck the life out of her.

“Says you,” Sam leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re perfect. Love you,” another kiss. “Love you so much.”

She smiled so much her cheeks hurt. “Love you too.”

Sam smiled too, that soft smile that made his dimples peek out, eyes crinkled at the corners, and he stroked her cheekbone again. “M’gonna pull out, okay?”

Only when she nodded did he shift, slowly pulled his hips back until she was empty, until all she could feel was the wetness coated between her thighs.

“Christ, made a mess of you,” he murmured, not in the condescending tone from before, instead something closer to admiration. “You’re so pretty when you cum, y’know that?”

She blushed, hard, and shrugged as her cheek dipped to meet her shoulder.

Sam laughed, rolled his eyes as he leaned in and kissed her again. “Don’t get all shy on me now.”

She was still blushing when he helped her sit up, fingers delicately curled around her elbows to pull her upright, her back also damp with sweat. They’d need to change the sheets.

“Two options,” Sam murmured as he gently stroked hair away that was stuck to her forehead, baby hairs that clung to her temples. “We take a shower and let me wash your hair and then go get food, or you let me run you a bath and you wait there looking all pretty for me while I get you something we can eat in there so I can dote on you.”

“You just wanna wash my hair huh?”

Sam smiled. “Guilty.”

Her fingers found his, intertwined with a squeeze. “Bath sounds nice,” she eventually settled on. “As long as you don’t take too long in the kitchen. I’ll miss you.”

He was laughing when he pressed another kiss to her mouth. “Of course. Promise to not take too long, okay?”

She giggled and nodded, smiled against his mouth when he kissed her again. “Okay.”

[ant0niepax]

Honestly I love how I upgraded from Wattpad to tumblr, less cringe but still cringe to keep it entering

[5sospenguinqueen]

(Y/N and Dean stare out of the motel window)

Sam: What’re you guys doing?

Dean: TV doesn’t work.

Y/N: So, we’re watching the couple in the car park break up.

[ultravi0lence14]

Season Of The Witch

dean winchester x witch!reader

5k | fluff, slight angst

summary: as a natural born witch, you never felt the need to do all the insidious acts that other, more malignant witches did. funny enough, you hunted them like a hunter did your kind. this hobby of yours led you to the winchester’s, which led into a long journey spent with them and unspoken feelings for the eldest brother.

*based on this request

the cold wind whipped at your face, making your hair fly in every direction. your car was parked on the side of the road, a desolate spot that stared off onto a lake. you were sitting on the car’s hood, spell book in hand as you tried to figure out which spell would be the best to help find this witch.

it was weird really. a witch that hunted down other witches. but as strange as it sounded, you weren’t evil at all. born in a very long lineage of witches alike, your mom always raised you on the pretences of good, never allowing you to stray into the clutches of evil.

she had raised you in a peaceful environment, showing you the ways witches could use their craft to benefit others. different spells, healing charms, herbs, and warding symbols were all you knew growing up, and it didn’t really seem to bother you.

the two years since she had passed seemed like a millennia ago, but her legacy that stayed alive in your path made you believe that she’d be proud in you.

a week after she had passed, a witch had stumbled upon your small town, looking for a place to wreak havoc. you weren’t having it, and in an attempt to get her to stop — talking her down until she backed off — the witch sent a bookshelf flying at your head, nearly missing if you hadn’t dodged out of the way.

that was the first witch you’d ever killed. and honestly, it didn’t feel right in the beginning.

this was your own kind. women who also shared the same craft that you did. but it dawned on you very quickly that they weren’t using it correctly. these witches were using the power of magic to cause harm when it’s intended purpose was to spread good.

it was then two years ago that you decided to go rogue, scoping out cases done by witches and dealing with the problem before it got out of hand.

you had come across hunters in your time. wanting to kill you, believing your good girl act was all a ruse. though with quick words — and sometimes spells if needed — you got them off your back.

this time, it wasn’t as simple.

the foggy atmosphere of michigan brought a sinister, and dull feeling to the small town you were currently in. a newspaper article led you here, spouting a story about how kids in the town had been randomly disappearing, only to then go back to their homes three days later with no memory, to then break out in a horrid sickness.

you knew this all too well. it was a powerful spell used by witches to stay young forever. almost like the purpose of rapunzel’s hair in tangled but with the youth of children. it was sick and twisted, and you never once in your life thought of using it.

really, you didn’t need to. though your mom was a witch your dad was human. this meant that you were basically a regular person, but with magic flowing through your veins. it was pretty cool, but it didn’t happen for most witches, which had some resorting to this form of cruelty.

moving throughout the town, you could feel the energy that the witch was leaving off; pure evil and unadulterated demise. you wanted to stop her as quickly as possible, though you noticed there was something in your way.

well, actually two somethings.

hunters, and notorious ones at that. sam and dean winchester were known throughout not only the supernatural world, but the hunter community. they were good at what they did, and you couldn’t lie to yourself and believe that them being in town — presumably working on the same case — didn’t scare the crap out of you.

those two were well known for killing anyone in their path. so you decided to stay low, taking a more bookish approach while working so you wouldn’t run into the two brothers.

that’s why you were looking through your spell book. you were trying to find something that would help you with the whereabouts of the witch. but it wasn’t working.

with an unsatisfied huff leaving your lips, you hopped off your cars hood, getting into the drivers seat and pealing back onto the road, moving towards the nearest bar you could find.

a calm, peaceful drink at some bar was all you needed. you wanted to get your mind off of the imposed threat of the winchester’s, and focus more on saving the children in this town.

ten minutes later, you found a run down dive bar surrounded by even more deserted buildings. it wasn’t pleasant looking, definitely having been opened for a couple of decades, but you were desperate for a pick me up, and this was the closest place you could find.

the smell of cheap beer and stale air took over your senses when you opened the door. the place wasn’t too busy, just a couple of stragglers who seemed to be regulars in the place. with that in mind, you walked towards the bar, head down so you wouldn’t catch anyone’s eye and start any unwanted conversations.

you really didn’t know what to even think about when you sat at the bar top, a glass of something strong in your hands. you were in this rut that seemed to have started after your moms passing. you’d throw yourself into cases, taking your mind off of the pain of losing her. you never really coped with her death, and as time moved on, the effects of it were starting to wear you down.

everything was for her. she wanted to be a person that was seen as a beacon of hope, a saviour they could always count on. and yeah, you had been doing that for the past two years, saving children and adults alike from the clutches of different witches. but when had it stopped making you feel fulfilled? when had it taken away that riveting feeling of honouring your mom and left a chore in it’s wake.

the thoughts were running around your head, almost about to make you catatonic when a voice cut through the air. it was familiar, yet you couldn’t pin point where you’d heard it from.

“we’ve got everything we need, sammy. the whereabouts of the witch, her motives, the artillery to take her down. why can’t we just go gank her now?” oh dear god.

of course it was the winchester’s. why would you be able to have a peaceful drink without those two being there? it was almost like the universe was playing a sick prank on you, laughing in your face at your already down mood and throwing something in the mix to make you feel worse.

but then you listened closely, really getting a good understanding at what they were saying. “it’s not that simple,” spoke the youngest winchester, who you knew was named sam. “she’s powerful dean, possibly the most powerful witch we’ve ever come across. this case would definitely call for backup, but we don’t have any. so we’ve got to think clearly and not make any stupid decisions.”

his words made a small light bulb flicker in your head. the idea was stupid — really stupid if the winchester’s weren’t up for what you had in mind. but you were desperate, the shit realization that just dawned on you needing to be squashed. they had the resources you needed, and what was the harm in having a bit of help?

knocking back the rest of your drink, you got off the bar stool and started walking towards the hunters’ table. though you were nervous they would shoot you right on the spot, you couldn’t show them that. so with an unabided confidence that you didn’t even know you had, you slid into the booth beside the eldest winchester.

you watched as both their expressions twisted into confusion. you awkwardly smiled as dean looked at you, and then at his brother with an expression void of any emotion but pure bewilderment. “can we help you-“

“let’s just cut to the chase,” you had cut him off, telling the two your name before jumping straight into business. “i’m a witch.”

the two men’s eyes widened, and before either of them could reach for a weapon, you lifted your hand in a ‘wait’ motion, halting their movements while also putting fear in sam’s eyes that your hand pointed at him was going to throw him across the room.

“before the two of you start your whole hunter shtick, i’m not evil, i swear.” the looks on their faces were skeptical, but you were too tired to even elaborate. “long story short, born a witch, mother raised me good, she died and i decided to kill witches who are evil, kind of.” the last two words were lilted up a bit, producing confusion on not only your face but sam and dean’s.

they had no idea what they were just faced with. sam looked at dean across the table, and they had one of their infamous silent conversations. dean clearly didn’t trust her, but sam believed that she was telling the truth, not understanding why she would tell such an elaborate lie to get into cahoots with them.

sam placed his hands on the table, leaning closer towards the mysterious girl so he could get a better read on her. “so i’m guessing you’re looking after the same witch we are?”

“yes.” you spoke, pulling your personal journal and spell book out of your bag. you saw dean’s hesitant face as he peered at the book, different assumptions of horrors and malignant spells that were beyond the bindings splaying across his face. though when you opened it, he saw nothing but good and graceful magic that could thwart the evil that lurked throughout the world.

opening both your journal and spell book to specific pages, you pointed at each, annunciating your points as dean and sam looked on curiously. “this is the witch we’re working with, as you two already figured out.” you started, pointing to your journal were you had written down a mental note of her. “and this is the spell that i thought could stop her, but i seemed to have been wrong.”

the intrigue on sam’s face had grown, and in an instant he was spinning your spell book towards him, flipping through the pages like he was trying to look for something specific. you just watched on confused, not knowing what his motives were but still interested in what he was thinking about.

“what if,” he mumbled to himself, stopping on a page and flipping it around to you and dean. “we combined that first spell you showed us and this one? they both have the agents to take down this witch, the only problem is that there is no spell where the ingredients correspond. so what if we just. . . meshed them together?”

his words came off confusing to you at the start, but when you really started to think about it, the plan was borderline genius. with a little tweaking of the spell, you’d have all the resources you’d need to take down this witch.

“that could work.” you balked out excitedly, grabbing a pen from your bag and eagerly writing down the instructions and ingredients from both spells. though, before the pen could even touch the paper, you felt a hard gaze on yours. looking to your left, the cool, emerald eyes of dean winchester were staring back at you.

a dark forest green had taken over his irises, and you could tell that he wasn’t too fond of this plan like his brother was. “do you think we’re fucking stupid? no way in hell are we going to work with you. let alone allow you to cook up some half-assed spell that unknown to sam and i, could be used to kill us.”

expecting nothing less from the eldest brother, you just stared back at him with a straight expression, not really wanting to entertain his paranoia. “wow,” you breathed out, flipping back and forth between the two spells. “you really are as paranoid as they say.”

he just looked at you affronted, words barely gracing the tip of his tongue before you cut him off again. “if i wanted to hurt you two, don’t you think i would’ve done it by now? personally, i don’t have the time — nor energy, to cook up some elaborate plan to kill you both. so stop complaining and go pick these up for me.”

a piece of paper was slammed between the two brothers, a plethora of herbs and ingredients you’d need to conduct the spell.

dean just looked at you with an exasperated expression, a snarky grin appearing on his face in it’s wake. “if you think we’re going to run around and do your chores, than you are extremely mistaken, sunshine.”

sam had listened to dean grumble the entire way to the store. he’d grumbled the entire way back. he even grumbled as you combined it all together. it was clear as day that dean wasn’t having any of this, but sam was having too much fun to put a stop in it.

he could tell you were trust worthy, and with that he allowed you to make your herb stew in the back of the impala, the three of you like sitting ducks outside of the witches house.

dean almost had a conniption when sam offered up that idea, saying he’d kill you on the spot if you got any herbs in the cracks of the backseat. though with sam’s famous puppy dog eyes, here he was; an overpowering smell taking over his nostrils as you added the last ingredient.

“okay,” you breathed out, dusting off your hands in the bowl. “the logistics of the spell are pretty simple; you guys go in, throw this on her, and i’ll be in here saying the spell.”

dean just scoffed, turning around and looking at you with a face of disbelief. “yeah, there is no way in hell we’re leaving you by yourself. let alone in my baby. c’mon sabrina, you’re coming with us.”

the role of your eyes was palpable as you stepped out of the car. you handed off the bowl to sam as dean breathed down your neck, hounding in on your personal space to make sure you wouldn’t make a run for it. his hand was lingering over the small of your back, and you felt stupid for the shiver that ran up your spine.

both sam and dean slowly walked into the house, guns in hand as they prepared for a battle. in your experience, the witch was always hiding somewhere in her home to do her spell work. what you weren’t expecting though, was for her to be right in the living room.

she was doing a spell of sorts, one to draw in people and bring them to her home. it was like that scene in hocus pocus, and you had to laugh at the stereotype of it all.

at the sound of your giggle, her head snapped up, attempting to throw the three of you across the room. but you were quicker, and with a wave of your hand you blocked her attack with meticulous precision. dean looked shocked, though sam was waiting for the nod of your head, indicating when he can throw the mixture.

when you did, sam doused the witch in the mixture. she screamed in agony, something you weren’t suspecting, but you just kept going with the spell. you started chanting the incantation, watching as her skin bubbled in a way that meant her body was liquifying from the inside.

it was gnarly, you knew that; so did sam and dean. faces of disgust etching on all three of your faces as she dropped to the ground, presumably dead.

“did it. . . work?” dean spoke hesitantly, walking closer to the witch and poking at her.

you just nodded your head, flipping to the page in your spell book that would help with the sick kids. it was a reversal spell, and as you finished the incantation, you saw the talismans on the witches alter smash, making you know that the spell was broken and the kids were safe.

the rest of the evening went by in a blur; you going with sam and dean to the hospital to see if the kids were okay, the two brothers asking you countless questions on what a good witch ‘really is’, and now they were dropping you back off at your car, looking at you as you leaned against the driver side door.

“it was nice having some help.” you said, smiling at both of them and going in to give sam a hug. “thank you.” you breathed out, moving from him to his brother. dean was more tense, but he revelled in the feeling of your body against his. you smelt nice, and he couldn’t help but be intoxicated by your sent.

than an idea popped into his head, and he pulled away so he was only at an arms length. “what if you joined us?” dean spoke, eliciting your eyes to widen and sam’s eyebrows to raise.

“wait, seriously?” you questioned, looking dean in the eye as his hands stayed firmly on your shoulders. it was a weird position, but you felt a strange sense of serenity with his hands soothing your skin.

“yeah,” dean’s voice sounded like he was unsure, but he knew that what he was saying was the truth. “sam and i can only do so much, and having a witch on our side would be a great advantage.”

sam nodded in agreement, looking over at you with a smile. “he’s right, and you’re pretty cool.”

you just laughed, thinking about their proposal for a second. this work wasn’t something you enjoyed anymore, but new parameters? two new people for you to work with? you weren’t just going to be hunting witches anymore, this was going to be all supernatural creatures alike. it was exhilarating, and you couldn’t say no.

“sure, why not.” you spoke with a grin, watching as sam and dean’s face matched yours. this was the start of something new for you, and you could see that something good was going to happen.

the months had gone by in a haze, the thrill of being on the road with sam and dean something you hadn’t felt in a long time. they were good hunters, and every new case they brought forth, a new sense of being was burning into your bones.

ghosts, vampires, and wendigo’s alike, the three of you were hacking through the supernatural population of america one by one. it was nice, knowing you were helping so many more people. and that for once, you had people alongside you that didn’t make you feel alone.

this case was no different, and with the looming threat of a werewolf in town, the three of you were on edge waiting for that next full moon. it was in a couple of hours, and only having been in this small town for one day, you were starting to feel doubtful that you’d be able to stop the wolf before it attacked tonight.

sam had been on his computer all day, going through old town records and different lores on werewolves to figure out what the beast had in store. dean was out in the impala, patrolling the streets and seeing if he could find anything suspicious. you on the other hand, you were creating new spells.

ever since the spell you and sam had concocted worked, you’ve been itching to make more. it was the thrill, the anticipation of when you spoke those words, would the outcome be positive. it most often than not worked, and you loved watching spells of your own merit being used to stop supernatural beings.

the mechanics and rush behind it enthralled you, and the quickness in which you came up with new spells couldn’t be stopped.

a loud huff broke through your excited haze. you turned and watched as dean forcefully shut the door behind him, throwing his jacket and shoes on the ground before flopping on the bed adjacent to the one you were sitting on.

“this is pointless,” he groaned, hands going to run down the expense of his face. “there’s no suspicious activity in town, you’ve had your nose in a book all day sammy, and halliwell over there has been making so many spells, i think the smell is frying our brains.”

a soft smile just graced your cheeks, ignoring the snickers from sam’s lips as you placed your spell book on the bed. you moved to sit beside dean’s sprawled body, hand resting on his shoulder in a comforting fashion as he peaked an eye at you from behind his hand.

“don’t get so stressed, dean.” you soothed, hands going to push a stray hair that went rogue on his forehead. “we’ve dealt with worse and have been successful with less, everything will work out as planned.”

another loud sigh just left the eldest winchester’s lips, his body propelling upwards as he went to sit properly beside you. “thanks sweetheart,” he whispered, leaving a feather light kiss on your cheek that had your face reddening. “how do you always know the right things to say?”

a swarm of butterflies flew around your stomach as you watched dean’s lips move. you knew this silly crush on him was inconvenient for both you and your dazed brain, so you just hoped you could push it down far enough until it fizzled out.

“magic.” you grinned as dean just rolled his eyes, hands going to lightly shove you as he walked over to where sam sat hunched at his computer.

it seemed as though everyone was fed up with the outcome of this case, the loud slam of a laptop indicating that sam had shut his. when you turned your head, you could see the exhaustion and frustration on his face.

he had scrubbed his hand down his face, massaging his forehead with his fingers as you watched him contemplate all his life choices leading up to this very moment. you were all tired, and there was only one thing you knew that took the edge away from every single person in this room.

“i’ve got an idea!” you mused, standing up and walking towards sam’s slumped position. dean was stood by the chair adjacent to you and his brother, watching inquisitively as a bright smile lit up your face. “let’s go get a drink. clear our heads.”

all you got in return was a nod from both brothers, silence blanketing the three of you as you all made your way to the impala. not even ten minutes later, you were seated in a small town bar, tucked away in a booth in the back while sam and dean conversed about something you hadn’t picked up on.

your eyes had racked over the patrons in the bar, seeming to mostly be locals who were known by the owners. but one guy was sending alarms off in your head. you couldn’t explain it, but he just didn’t seem to fit in, a sinister motive behind his exterior.

a slight sense of curiosity washed over your body, and with a slight inclination to sam and dean that you were going to grab another drink, you found yourself moving towards the bar where the man sat.

the second you found your footing on the bar stool, the man was turning his head towards you, waiting for you to order your drink before jumping in. “well, hello there.”

his eyes gleamed with a wicked smirk, nothing but cruel intentions dancing behind his glimmering smile or pearly white teeth. that’s what you planned on doing; to let him believe you were an unsuspecting bystander so you could break down his walls and figure out if what you believed was true.

“hi,” you gave your most flirtatious smile, trying not to look like a dork after all the years you’d been out of practice. “what’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”

“i can ask you the same thing, doll.” the pet name curled disgust in your gut, dripping off of his tongue like a snakes venom trying to get into your system. it was sickening, but you kept your composure.

with a flick of your hair, you gazed up at the man through your lashes. “oh i’m probably just like everyone else in here. trying to take the edge off, looking for a bit of fun. mischief.” you could see the way his eyes sparkled mean when you said those last words, lips coming up to lick his top row of teeth like a predator finding his prey. it was then you saw the prominence of his canines, and your suspicions were made correct.

“well,” he drawled out, inching closer by the second. “i can think of a few things we could-“

“baby, are you ready to go?”

the rough voice behind you made a jump wrack through your body, and when you turned around, dean’s hard stare was just as menacing as his voice. it wasn’t even just the endearing name that sent a jolt through your veins, it was the way he sounded like he meant it, forcing the word out like it’d been trapped on the tip of his tongue.

it was directed towards the man beside you, eyes narrowed as you watched his hands tighten on the back of your chair. you could see the restraint in his eyes, watching as he stopped himself from letting go of your stool and strangling this man until he couldn’t breathe.

no other words left his mouth as he stood behind you. he didn’t need to say anything. you could see exactly what he was thinking from the emotions swirling in his green irises.

“didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” the man grumbled, taking his gaze of off dean’s and moving towards the front of the bar. you didn’t even have time to reply, feeling as dean’s arm wrapped around your waist, moving you slowly off of the seat before he tucked you into his side.

“must’ve slipped her mind.” he gritted out, turning around and pulling the both of you towards the hallway leading to the bathrooms.

your heart was beating in your ears, so many thoughts swivelling around your brain that you didn’t know what to think. dean had never acted like this before, and you don’t know why he’s started now.

in an instant, dean’s arm left your waist, spinning you until you backed against the wall of the secluded hallway with a dull thud. a gasp left your lips as he crowded into your space, placing his hands on the wall by your head as his face inched closer to yours.

“what the fuck was that?” dean had practically seethed out the words through gritted teeth, breath hitting your face as you stared at him wide eyed. “i look away for one second and you’re twirling your hair for another man. do you know how that makes me feel?” his words came out like knives, sending a feeling of confusion and shock through your body.

“what are you even talking about dean?” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “you flirt with girls at every stop we make. you’ve never even inclined to me that you feel this way, so why now?”

you wouldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t wish for this to happen, because you did. bubbles of jealousy would rise in your stomach when dean got girls phone numbers, and annoyance when he’d leave a bar with another waitress would rear it’s ugly head until your knuckles turned white from gripping the table.

but through all of that, you still couldn’t understand why dean was saying this now. why he hadn’t just out and talked to you when he first had the chance.

a softer look danced across dean’s eyes, removing one of his hands from the wall so he could cup your cheek. it was all so confusing, but you couldn’t help staring back into his eyes as he penetrated your soul with his.

“i was afraid,” dean breathed out, looking down briefly before looking back at you. “the people i care about have a way of getting hurt, and i could never let that happen to you, sweet girl, never.” his words were followed by his fingers stroking your cheek, a small smile dancing across his lips. “you mean too much to me, more than i could ever imagine.”

this all seemed so sudden, but somehow, you knew in your heart that it all made sense. dean was just as scared as any normal person with his life would be, and that was okay. you just wanted him to feel like he could let you in without the fear of inevitable demise.

the palms of your hands went to rest behind his neck, stroking the tufts of hair that rested there. you brought your face closer to dean’s, soft breaths leaving your lips as they brushed against dean’s with each word. “just kiss me already.”

and he did, devouring you whole until the only thing you could comprehend was his lips on yours. he was soft, gentle, but also with an urgency and roughness that spoke his devotion to you with no words needed.

he was so wrapped up in your lips, that when you tried to pull away he dragged you in closer, the hand resting on your cheek going to rest on the back of your head where his fingers nestled in the locks of your hair.

though when you did pull away, a vibrant smile broke out on your lips that had his knees buckling beneath him. “by the way lover boy, i’m pretty sure i found our werewolf.”

tags: @haunteres @cosmicanakin @a1ecmcdowell @ariasong11 @titsout4jackles @jasvtsc @ostaramoon

[sleepyangelkami]

PLAYTHING s.winchester

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 1.2K

SAM WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - though on the road with dean, sam always comes home to you whatever chance he gets. this time, he feels he's been gone to long and when he finds you sleeping in only his shirt... he aches for you.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!sam, sub!reader, p!v, sleepy sex, praise kink, reader mentioned to be smaller than sam, practically porn with no plot, gentle sex, unprotected sex, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

exhaustion coated sam as he fished around in the back pocket of his jeans, looking for the spare key to your house. it was late and by now, the stars covered the sky. he knew you'd be asleep, that's why he didn't bother knocking.

the door opened silently and sam silently cursed you for leaving your hallway light on. he was always telling you to turn it off before bed but without him there... you felt safer with it on.

he kicked his boots off, not wanting to make a mess of your carpet and found himself walking up the stairs, switching the light off as he went. he tossed his bag somewhere by the top of the stairs, knowing he'd come back to it in the morning.

all that mattered now was well, you.

he opened the door of your bedroom. it was dark but he could still make out the silhouette of your body. your leg was propped up, practically cuddling the duvet. he could see a shirt enveloping your body, too big to be yours.

as he slid his shirt off, he found himself longing to feel you, to touch you. it'd only been a week since he was in this room last and yet it had felt like an eternity that he'd been deprived of your touch.

whenever sam came home after his trips, he'd slide his clothes off and get right into bed. which is exactly what he did now. he wasted no time in enveloping his large arms around your body, pulling you in close.

the smell of your shampoo made his eyes flutter closed and the scent of his own cologne against the sleep shirt you'd stolen from him made his lips quirk.

"sammy?" your voice was a quiet, soft mumble. he loved the way you sounded when you'd just woken, so vulnerable. perhaps he loved it so much because he knew you wouldn't be so vulnerable with anyone else. just him.

"'m here, sweetheart." he felt you move in his embrace. he loved holding you like this, he wished he could get impossibly closer, as if it were possible.

you moved so that you were facing his chest, slightly lower down in the bed than he was. "how was your hunt?" even in the dark, your hands trailed up his arms. he was wearing nothing but his boxers. but feeling his body, there was something about it that just assured you he was really there. "missed you."

"yeah? how much?" the man ignored your first question, his hands sliding around your own body.

you couldn't describe the soft feeling of when he'd come home, feeling him, knowing he was there while he did the same to you. it was rather... lovely.

you felt his fingers inch higher, trailing past the flimsy material of his own shirt on your body. suddenly, you felt the base of his fingers against your panties.

"sammy." you practically whimpered out, low and sleepy. "'m tired."

"i know, honey." you felt him move your hair with his free hands, pressing gentle, damp kisses against your neck. not the kind of kisses he usually left, sucking and leaving marks, roughly and making sure everyone knew you were his. no, this was different. he wasn't kissing you to leave any marks or to induce pleasure, even. he was kissing you so softly, to let you know you were safe with him. "you don' have to do anything, okay? jus' lay there 'n let me do the work, yeah?"

a soft, "okay." left your lips, though your mind was still half torn between sleep and wake.

"good girl." pressing the same, simple kiss to your cheek as his fingers hooked against your cotton panties. you could feel him drag them down against your legs but truthfully, your eyes had fallen shut, tiredness seeping into you.

he pushed his own boxers out of the way too, discarding the clothing against the ground before grabbing his dick in his hand.

if he were being honest, he'd felt himself harden the minute he'd seen your body, pretty cotton panties on show, hardly covered by his own shirt.

perhaps he was being territorial now, but there was something so aching about seeing you in his shirt. he knew you were his, that was a known fact, but seeing you like this, it lit a part of him ablaze.

he moved his hand up and down his shaft, making sure it was hard enough before maneuvering it up against your wet hole.

he didn't push in yet, gently testing the waters as he pushed the tip around your cunt, softly against your clit and finally back down to your sopping hole again.

"jus' relax, baby." littering kisses against your skin. "gonna do all the work."

the hum that left your lips was slick with tiredness but when he pushed himself in, he was met with a stuttered gasp that left your lips. a grunt left his own, usually a string of curses would accompany it.

but not tonight.

often, he'd spend the first few minutes teasing you as much as he could.

but not tonight.

"good girl." he mumbled against your forehead which he had kissed tenderly. "doin' s'good."

he didn't speak much tonight, which he usually did. usually, he couldn't get himself to stop talking. dirty words and the sounds of loud moans would bounce from wall to wall. now, the room was filled with only heavy breaths and lazy whimpers that could be heard from you, buried in the crook of his neck.

but he didn't need you to say anything either. the mere feeling was enough.

it was different than usual. the feeling was indescribable, how comfortable you were with him. the realisation of that on his part was something so riveting.

even now, between the twisted blankets of your bed. you were half asleep, hardly able to keep your eyes open and yet you trusted him with the most vulnerable thing that you could. he realised how protected you felt with him, his large body enclosing around yours, hands gentle against your waist while your head stayed hidden between his neck and shoulder.

your gentle breaths, tiniest of whimpers in his ears was enough for him.

and it didn't take him long to get close.

perhaps he really had been deprived of you.

your breath grew slightly more shallow. "sam." is all you could whimper out, he knew exactly what it'd meant.

"i know, baby." he all but whispered back. "'s okay, let go f'me."

and when you came undone around his cock, he felt himself do the same.

even when everything was done, when the feelings floated away into the air and everything was replaced by this heavy weight of tiredness, he stayed inside you for a few minutes. he stayed inside of you until finally, he realised he was going to fall asleep if he didn't move.

and when he did move out of you, he still kept you close. his large hands trailed up your body, holding it as close as humanly possible.

"really did miss you, sammy." you whispered in the utter darkness.

it was enough for him to think. to really think. perhaps the life he lived wasn't worth it. if he had to give everything up just for a few moments like his with you, then he would.

"missed you so much more, angel."

and with the soft movements of one another's breaths, you fell asleep rather quickly, unable to fight of the tiredness that washed over you both.

sam made sure you didn't leave his embrace until the sun began to rise over the horizon.

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[zepskies]

Wake Up Call

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Sam often gets up before you in the morning. He enjoys luring you into the waking world. 

AN: Surprise! After writing Rest for Dean, equal parts hurt/comfort and fluff, I’ve been itching to do some “early morning” fluff for Sam…

Word Count: 700

Warnings: 18+ only for smuttishness. Fluff and feels.

Unlike Dean, Sam isn’t one to be sentimental.

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. On the contrary, he hordes and treasures memories in his mind, rather than on his shelves.

It also means he’s not one to collect things just to have them. There has to be a practical use, like the way good books can be read again. Even his dad’s journal is a useful resource, not just a record of the man’s most significant words, and in some ways, his legacy.

Sam’s room is function, not fluff.

That is, until you invaded.

Well, less invaded, and more invited, but still. He sees traces of you everywhere, in the half-drunken mugs of coffee and tea piling up across his nightstand; in the shelves you’ve put up to showcase his books, alongside yours (complete with “cute” little bookends you found at a flea market in town); and in the extra fuzzy blankets and smaller pillows you’ve bought, not only because they’re comfortable, but because they help “pull the room together,” in your words.

Sam had to snort at that one. Somehow, he doesn’t think a few decorative pillows and a lamp from Goodwill are going to make a windowless bedroom in a bunker look like a page out of a Pottery Barn catalog.

But he humored you then, with the same smile he looks down on you with now. It's early in the morning as he sits up beside you in bed with his coffee. He has a fresh mug ready for you on the nightstand. (He's also brought the army of old ones back to the kitchen sink.)

He spares a moment from his laptop to brush your hair away from your cheek as you sleep. His hand drifts down your bare shoulder, as far as he can reach down your arm. Finally, his touch stirs you. Your breathing shifts with a little hum as you creep closer to wakefulness.  

“Awake already?” you grumble at him.

“Yeah. Waiting for you.”

“Hnnmmmmm.”

Sam smiles. You can be so grumpy in the morning.

He takes another sip of his coffee and sets aside his mug and his laptop. He gets up just to raise his side of the blankets, sliding back in and slotting himself behind you. You sigh after his arm has slipped beneath your head, and the other around your waist, pulling you comfortably warm against his chest.

He issues his first plan of attack, laying soft kisses behind your ear, along your jaw. Even with your eyes closed, you smile as his long hair tickles your cheek. He pays special attention to your pulse point, nipping and sucking gently. A shiver tingles down your spine.

“No fair,” you breathe out, reaching back a hand to card through his hair. Your fingers tangle in the dark strands as he smiles against your skin.

He continues his tantalizing path down your neck. His hand moves under the sheets, under your borrowed sleep shirt. His thumb brushes the underside of your breast, earning a pleased hum from you. It encourages him to palm the round softness with his big hand, pebbling the nipple under his nimble, rolling fingers.

Uttering a soft whine, you begin to subtly writhe against him. Your ass presses back into him, accidentally-on-purpose. His arousal rises to meet you, a low-burning fire crackling to life.

Sam’s kisses become more insistent with the brush of his tongue against your skin. His hand moves from playing with your breast, down the soft length of your body. Every move is a form of delicious persuasion, especially when his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties.   

“You awake yet?” Sam teases, his lips moving against your cheek.

Your smile grows. You finally open your eyes and tangle your leg with his under the covers.

“If I’m not, this is one hell of a dream,” comes your cheeky reply.

Sam chuckles. His fingers dip between your legs, into your wet heat. You suck in a breath.

His voice in your ear is enough to raise the hair on your arms.

“Baby, we haven’t even started yet.”

AN: 😘 Hope you enjoy! I haven't written Sam in a while, but I do love him too. 💜

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[natti-ice]

first time trying anal.

18+ mdni

cw: anal, cum

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“shhh, relax sweetheart. I promise I’m not gonna hurt you” his warm breath fans across your cheek as he whispers in your ear, his thick cock rubs slowly against your slick, tight hole as he prepares to take you. You had always wanted to do this, it’s on your sex bucket list so to speak, but now it was finally happening and your heart pounded hard again your rib cage in anticipation. You took a deep breath as his words help to calm you, you slowly let it out and a faint “good girl” is heard before you feel his tip press slowly into you.

your hands cling to the crumpled bedsheets beneath you but you keep your lower muscles as relaxed as possible, you didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially not the man who was so eager to take your anal virginity. His throaty groan sends tingles down your spine as he slowly inches in and out of you, the intrusion was very shocking at first but as your muscles got used to it, pleasure started to flow through you. His rough fingers grip your hips tightly as he continues to pump into you carefully, once he gets a feel for things he picks up speed. You whimper softly as you feel his balls tapping the sopping wet entrance of your pussy with each stroke. “Taking me so well, you deserve a reward baby girl.”

his hand snakes between your legs and easily finds your clit causing your body to tremble in pleasure, loud curses ring through the air as you feel yourself tip over the edge. Your body shakes under his, his cock still deep in your ass as you clench around it, his senses are so overwhelmed that his orgasm immediately follows yours. He empties himself inside you with a guttural moan, his sweat covered chest presses against your back as he collapses on top of you. The two of you stay connected, panting hard to catch your breath as he litters soft kisses on the nape of your neck.