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First Moments: Kiss
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: The first time Dean Winchester kisses you Word count: 861 A/N: I am debating on making this a series, covering different "Firsts" with Dean.. Any interest in that? Let me know!
The first time Dean Winchester kisses you, it happens in the least romantic place imaginableâan old gas station parking lot on the outskirts of nowhere. The sun is setting, casting an amber glow over the cracked asphalt and the Impala parked nearby, her paint gleaming like polished obsidian. The faint smell of gasoline mingles with the crisp scent of impending rain, a storm brewing in the distance.
It wasnât planned. Nothing about Dean ever feels planned, really. Heâs a mess of contradictionsâcocky and self-assured one minute, guarded and vulnerable the next. Youâve been riding shotgun with him for weeks now, chasing down leads, salt-and-burning restless spirits, and fighting things most people wouldnât dare to believe existed. Somewhere along the way, you became more than just hunting partners. You donât know what to call it yet, but thereâs a connection between you, an unspoken pull that youâve both been too stubbornâor scaredâto acknowledge.
Until now.
It starts with an argument. Of course it does. Dean has this way of pushing your buttons, and tonight heâs doing it with the precision of a master.
âYou canât just run in there without a plan!â you snap, your arms crossed over your chest.
âAnd what was your plan, huh?â he shoots back, his voice rising. âTo stand around and wait until the ghost decides to play nice? Thatâs not how this works.â
âItâs called strategy, Dean. Maybe you should try it sometime instead of going full kamikaze every damn hunt!â
He scoffs, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. âYou know what your problem is? You think too much. Sometimes you just gotta act.â
âAnd you think too little!â you retort, your eyes narrowing. âOne of these days, your impulsiveness is going to get you killed.â
The words hang in the air, sharper than you intended, and for a moment, Dean just stares at you. His jaw tightens, and thereâs a flicker of something in his eyesâhurt, maybe, or regretâbut itâs gone before you can be sure.
âFine,â he says, his voice quieter now. âIf youâve got it all figured out, why the hell do you even need me?â
Itâs not the first time youâve fought, but thereâs something different about this one. The air between you feels charged, like the storm rolling in above. You donât answer right away, and Dean takes a step closer, his boots crunching against the gravel.
âWhy, huh?â he presses, his tone softer but no less intense. âWhy do you keep sticking around if Iâm such a screw-up?â
Your heart pounds against your ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm that matches the storm clouds overhead. You open your mouth to respond, but the words catch in your throat. Because itâs not that simple. Because you donât stick around in spite of his flawsâyou stick around because of them. Because Dean Winchester, for all his faults, is the kind of person who will throw himself in harmâs way without a second thought to save someone else. Because heâs loyal to a fault, fiercely protective, and has a smile that could light up the darkest corners of the world, even when he doesnât believe it himself.
âDeanâŚâ you start, but his name barely makes it past your lips before he moves.
Itâs not hesitant or tentativeâitâs sudden, like heâs been holding himself back for too long and finally snapped. His hands cup your face, rough and calloused but somehow gentle, and then his lips are on yours.
The kiss is everything you didnât know you needed. Itâs not perfectâDeanâs lips are a little chapped, and the angle is slightly awkward at firstâbut itâs real. Thereâs an urgency to it, a raw, unfiltered emotion that leaves you breathless. His hands are warm against your skin, grounding you even as the world seems to tilt on its axis.
You donât know who moves first, but suddenly your hands are fisting in his jacket, pulling him closer as if the space between you is unbearable. He responds in kind, deepening the kiss with a low, almost involuntary sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Itâs like the dam youâve both been holding back has finally burst, and thereâs no going back now.
When you finally break apart, youâre both breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. The storm is closer now, the first drops of rain starting to fall, but neither of you seems to notice.
âWow,â you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
Dean chuckles, a low, self-deprecating sound. âYeah, uh⌠sorry about that. I probably shouldâveââ
âDonât,â you interrupt, your fingers still gripping his jacket. âDonât apologize.â
His eyes meet yours, and for once, thereâs no wall, no mask, no bravado. Just Dean.
âIâve wanted to do that for a while,â he admits, his voice soft and almost vulnerable.
You smile, your heart swelling in your chest. âTook you long enough.â
He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and the tension between you finally seems to ease. The rain starts to pick up, but neither of you moves. For once, the hunt can wait. For once, the only thing that matters is this momentâmessy, imperfect, and absolutely perfect all at once.
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âś . áá . laundry machines â sam winchester
cw : gn!reader, fluff, poor editing, inexperienced!reader(dating-wise) so sort of shy!reader too, mentions of madison & resulting guilt, implied later seasons sam, kissing, 1.7K words. requested !
summary : you're new to being in a relationship, but sam finds it endearing and is happy to take things slow.
some days are smooth and seamless and like an actual dream come true. others are clumsy, awkward, and make you shy away from being perceived at all. itâs just that this is all quite new to you, and youâre very unsure how to navigate being in a relationship, especially with someone so handsome and lovely. no oneâs told you whatâs allowed and what isnât, how you should be acting, what an appropriate response is to the sweet things he does to you.
this all makes you easily flustered, often embarrassed, and yes, youâll admit it, a bit shy at times. heâs just so tall and steady and you know heâs done this all before, even if the last time he was in a long term relationship was nearly a decade ago. and youâre not even that far from him in regards to age, but youâre somehow so much more lost than he is. itâs nice, because heâs more than willing to take the lead on things, to guide you through it. but sometimes that reminds you of your inexperience, and it sort of makes you wish that you could be a bit better for sam. it almost makes you feel like youâre forcing him to do all the work.
alternatively, samâs own narrative regarding your inexperience is one of deep fondness, and even a bit of relief. he himself can be awkward and shy, even now and after all heâs been through, but with you, he gets to be the one whoâs sure on his feet and smooth and a little easy. secretly, heâs still remembering and figuring out how to do this all. but the little things come to him comfortably enough that, to you, he seems entirely confident and effortless.
âsam?â you call to him from your bedroom. heâs sitting in the living room of your little apartment, content with a cup of tea youâve made for him. âis it alright if i wash your jacket with my things, too?âÂ
âof course,â he calls back, his voice at its normal level of sweet and kind. you donât see the huge, endeared grin on his face. heâs not sure why it wouldnât be alright to wash his jacket with your things. itâs certainly the most logical thing to do, and itâs not as if heâd mind one bit. actually, he likes the idea of his clothes with yours, spinning around and getting tangled together in the washing machine. itâs domestic, soft, and intimate in a simple way. maybe thatâs why you asked, he wonders; intimacy makes you a bit timid at times.Â
with that, his jacket is placed inside your laundry basket. itâs dirty from a hunt. sam wanted to stop by your apartment first thing when it was over by mid morning and he wasnât too far away. he thinks he flustered you, though, because he forgot to text beforehand. but, you also looked very happy to see him, so heâs sure itâs okay. you had melted right into his kiss, though your hands remained chastely resting on his elbows as he sweetly cupped your face.Â
now, youâre walking out of the bedroom with your laundry, met with a fond look from sam on the couch.Â
âiâll be right back. i just need to get this done by tonight,â you explain as you head to the door to head down to the washing machine in the buildingâs basement.
âiâll come with you,â sam says, standing, still wearing his pretty smile. he imagines heâll have to leave in a few hours, and heâd like to spend every moment until then with you if youâll let him.
âthereâs no need, iâll only be gone a minute,â you say, only because you donât want to make him get up and walk down, then back up all those stairs.
his long legs take him to the door in less than a few seconds anyway. âi want to,â he says simply, and you feel silly that it sends your heart pumping extra hard.
âif you insist,â you smile, taking it in stride. sam notices and resists the urge to just sweep you up in his arms and kiss you for a long while. he hasnât kissed you again since he arrived, but he doesnât think youâd have as much ease dealing with that without being greatly flustered. heâd probably like to see that, but heâs not a cruel man. youâd argue that heâs the gentlest of them all. he follows you down the stairs because you refuse to let him carry the laundry basket. heâs already silently promising heâll carry it upstairs once itâs all washed and dried. heâll help you fold it too, if youâll let him. heâs not sure if youâll be alright with him catching a glimpse or two at your underwear.Â
that makes him think about the time he was about twenty three and madison not-so-subtly showed off her panties to him while folding her laundry on the first day theyâd met. sheâs a sad memory. a guilty one, too. but he has you in front of him, softly chattering about what you did this morning, and he lets her be a nice memory for today. you give him plenty of nice memories, and he thinks about how he likes the way the two of you take things slow.
you donât seem to think about the fact that sam can see what youâre putting in the washing machine, and he finds it cute, for no particular reason. he finds it cute when youâre nervous about something you neednât be or when you arenât about something he predicted you might. maybe he just finds everything about you cute.
he leans against the drying machine and watches happily as you put the washer to the right settings and start the cycle.Â
âso,â you say, turning your head to look at him, âdo you haveââ youâre cut off by the loud rush of water in the machine as it begins soaking your clothesâand his jacketâand you shake your head because you momentarily forgot just how loud it is. itâs the loudest washing machine youâve ever used, you told him once. he himself is almost startled by it; you really werenât kidding. he gives a little laugh and you canât help but laugh a bit too. neither of you have to say anything to agree to go back upstairs.
he holds the basement door open for you and one of his big hands that youâre secretly so fond of hovers by the small of your back as you pass him and start up the stairs. only you think itâs a secret. he can tell how much you like to hold hands and fiddle with his fingers. you stare sometimes, too, but heâd never tell you that for fear of rendering you too flustered to function properly for the rest of the night.
âyou were saying?â he says, encouraging you to continue now that he can actually hear you.
you canât tell if itâs a blessing or not that heâs asked you to keep going while walking up the stairs. you sort of wanted to be watching his face when you asked, but youâre also thinking you might be grateful that you wonât in case it helps you feel less nervous. heâs just so handsome and sincere and lovely that it makes you nervous. you donât know how to be casual around him. everything just feels so special and new and nerve-wracking.
âi was just wondering if you had another case lined up for tomorrow,â you tell him, hoping that youâre succeeding in sounding laid-back like you wish you could be. once again, he thinks itâs sweet you donât always know how to act around him. âor, you know, anything like that,â you add on. you donât want to ask without knowing if he has somewhere to be in the morning.
sam feels a spark of hope and a little bit of youthful giddiness that he hadnât felt in a long, long time before you. âi donât,â he says simply, âi donât have anything tomorrow.â
you chew lightly on the inside of your cheek, considering your options. thereâs still another flight and a half of stairs until you get to your floor and youâre thinking, despite how nervous it makes you, you really would like to be facing him as you ask. itâd be obvious and awkward if you wait until youâre back in your apartment, right? but itâs silly to ask in a stairwell, you think.
then you realize you're probably overthinking it. maybe neither of those things are true. maybe it doesnât matter at all how you ask, so long as you do it. you know heâll say yes, you know heâll like the idea of it, and youâre pretty sure heâll like the fact that youâre the one to bring it up first. and youâre pretty confident that you love him and that he really, truly cares about you too. that gives you a burst of confidence.
you turn around, right on the steps with your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt and a little, likely nervous looking smile on your lips. âdo you want to sleep over tonight?â you ask, somehow able to make yourself sound more sure of things than you feel.
his lips curl into a happy, almost proud smile. itâs very obvious how much he adores you. all you have to do is look at him and see the way his adoration pools in his eyes and his dimples and shows in the lightness of his eyebrows and the showing of his front teeth. his hands that you love so much drift up to hold your waist, moving slowly so you can anticipate it. the touch still makes you draw in a steadying breath.
âi would love to. are you sure thatâs alright with you?â he says. heâs trying to sound casual too, but it comes out more reverent than anything else.Â
your smile isnât so nervous now. âmhmm,â you hum. âiâm sure.â this time, you really are sure. though, you still have to grip his shoulders for support when he kisses you, right in the stairway like heâd probably kiss you anywhere.
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ŕ¨ŕ§â âš would you still love me if I was a worm?,
summary. existential crisis questions make the best topics.
pairing. sam winchester x reader
wordcount. 506.
Sam is hunched over at the war room table, papers spread out in front of him and his laptop open to some lore-heavy website. His hair falls in loose waves around his face, and he absentmindedly pushes it behind his ear as he reads.
Youâre sitting across from him, pretending to be invested in your book, but really, youâre watching him. The way his lips purse when heâs concentrating, the way his eyes narrow ever so slightlyâitâs unfair how distracting he can be.
âHey, Sam?â you say, breaking the comfortable silence.
âYeah?â He doesnât look up, his fingers still scrolling on the touchpad.
You close your book, leaning forward with a grin. âWould you still love me if I was a worm?â
That gets his attention. He blinks, tilting his head as he finally meets your gaze. âA worm?â
âYes,â you say seriously, fighting to keep a straight face. âLike, if I magically got turned into a worm. Would you still love me?â
Sam leans back in his chair, his arms crossing as he gives you a look thatâs equal parts amused and incredulous. âHow the hell do you even come up with this stuff?â
âJust answer the question,â you say, grinning now.
He sighs, but thereâs a playful glint in his eye. âOkay, fine. Yes, Iâd still love you. Iâd carry you around in one of those little terrariums with fancy dirt. Maybe even give you a cute name, like Wiggles.â
You snort. âWiggles? Really?â
âWhat? Itâs fitting,â he says, shrugging with a smirk. âIâd keep you safe. Make sure no birds got to you. Youâd be the happiest worm alive.â
You giggle, leaning your chin on your hand as you watch him. âThatâs... surprisingly sweet.â
Sam raises an eyebrow. âWell, yeah. Youâre my girl, worm or not.â
Your heart does a little flutter at that, but you school your expression into mock seriousness. âThatâs very noble of you. Because if the roles were reversed, I definitely wouldnât love you if you were a worm.â
His jaw drops, and he stares at you like youâve just betrayed him. âWhat? Are you serious?â
âWorms are disgusting,â you say, wrinkling your nose.
âYou literally just asked me to pledge eternal love to Worm-You!â he exclaims, throwing his hands up.
You shrug, biting back a laugh. âYeah, but thatâs different. Iâd be a cute worm.â
Sam groans, leaning forward to rest his head on the table dramatically. âUnbelievable. This is the thanks I get for indulging your weird hypotheticals?â
Reaching across the table, you pat his hand, still laughing. âCome on, donât take it personally. Iâd totally make sure you had a nice patch of dirt to live in.â
He lifts his head just enough to glare at you, though the smile tugging at his lips ruins the effect. âYouâre lucky I love you, even if youâd throw me to the birds.â
You grin. âWhat can I say? Youâre a better person than I am.â
âClearly,â he mutters, shaking his head as he triesâand failsâto hide his amusement.
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SANTA TELL ME- SAM WINCHESTER
pairing: boyfriend!sam x fem! reader
word count: 1.7k
summary: you give sam a special christmas surprise, in honour of the holiday season to get him feeling festive ;)
warnings: sam eating reader out ;))), smut heavily implied, size kink, pet names and heavy praise kink, scandalous photos, swearing, alcohol mentioned
note from claire: happy holidays everyone, whatever you may celebrate!
"oh, i wanna let him unwrap me, like, oh-ooh-oh get on top of him, by that fireplace, oh-ooh-oh but i don't want a new broken heart this year, i've got to be smart"- santa tell me (naughty version), ariana grande
You had never been much of the festive type. Holidays were hard to come by, with your life being packed up in a little suitcase, constantly on the road in Dean's Impala.
You knew for Sam, it was especially difficult.
He had been a hunter much longer than you. It was his family's calling- it seemed.
You were just happy to tag along, providing help when it was needed.
Dean called you the âsunshineâ of the group, always providing the brothers comfort and a shoulder to lean on when things got extra difficult. You had merged yourself in their trio, wedged in the backseat with the angel, Castiel.
You were always happy to tag along, belting old 70s rock with Dean while he drove, teaching Cas how to play games like concentration to pass the time in the car.
But Sam was why you really stayed.
Why you put yourself in danger, just to stay near him.
He was your sunshine, his smile beaming as bright as the christmas lights you plugged into the dingy, fire inducing motel outlet.
You sighed, smiling to yourself as you caught yourself in a shining ornament.
It had been a year or two since Bobby introduced you to the Winchester brothers, and their little companion, and you had been so internally grateful for it.
A Christmas miracle, if you will.
It had been around this time you had caught Sam alone, in the haze of a snow storm. It had been that night he had pulled you close, pushing you up against the Impala doors, kissing you so intensely your blue lips had shown with colour again.
He had kissed you like that ever since- always before he had to leave your side.
He had kissed you so hard your lips were swollen when he left for the bar with Dean and Cas, practically begging on his hands and knees for you to come with him, unable to manage Deans innuendos and Casâs obvious googly eyes that followed Dean around as if they were permanently glued to him.
But it was a âboys nightâ (Dean's words, not yours- he just probably wanted to get into Casâs pants), and you had your plans here.
You had just finished decorating the motel room, to the best of your ability, getting a little tree set up, with twinkle lights cascading around the windows. You lit a candle or two, brushing your velvet set-up with anticipation.
It was just the two of you tonight, when Sam arrived back- and you couldn't be more excited. Butterflies churned in your stomach, anxious for his reaction to your little get up.
You had put on a sexy red lingerie set with little white trim, with a matching garter belt. It was fancy for you, but you wanted to surprise him with something⌠new.
Something festive and fun.
You eyed the clock on the nightstand, the red numbers blinking at you. It was almost midnight. Heâd be back any second. You anxiously paced, running to the bathroom to touch up your red lipstick.
It was then when you heard the lock click, the chill air rushing into the room, quickly met with the scruff of boots on the floor mat, a gasp emitted his lips.
You smiled to yourself, poking your head out of the bathroom. Bewilderment was on his face, childlike wonder twinkling in his eyes as he stared in awe at the decorations.
You had even found little stockings with your names on them, hanging up on the windowsill. You were pretty proud of yourself for that find.
âHi honey.â you smiled, emerging from behind the doorway. The air was sucked from his lungs. His mouth was open so wide you swore his jaw would unhinge.
âEggnog?â you asked, walking over to pour him a glass of spiked eggnog, the same recipe he used to make Deans a few years prior.
You made sure to turn around fully, letting him get a full view of your ass as you bent down sensually, as he took off his boots.
âJesus ChristâŚâ you heard him mutter under his breath, making you giggle.
âYou- you did all of this yourself? For me?â he asked, nothing but love in his sweet, soft voice as he took in the room again, his eyes finding your gentle gaze, handing him a glass of eggnog.
âHappy Holidays Sammy.â He took a swig of his drink before grabbing yours and tossing it down, making you yelp in surprise as he picked you up, spinning you around.
His lips found yours, and you grabbed his cold, flushed cheeks as he tugged on your lower lip, emitting a small mewl from you.
âYou are the most thoughtful-â
He kissed you.
âmost caring- most sweet, loving girl I could ever ask for.â He kissed you between praises, making your cheeks heat as you giggled.
âGod I don't even know what I would do without you in my life, my sweet, precious girl.â his nose brushed yours, and you nuzzled yours like you were in some cheesy rom-com.
With him, you always were. And you never wanted it to end.
âSo you like it?â you asked cheekily, and he scoffed.
âAre you kidding? It's beautiful. But youâre even more beautiful.â
He tossed you down on the bed with ease, a little oof escaping your lips as you lay on the soft sheets, perching up on your elbows to look at him as he stared you down.
You couldn't help but notice the bulge in his jeans, and the hungry look that had shifted in his gaze. Hot and heavy, you smirked at him, toying with him, like a cat playing with its dinner.
Licking his lips, he groaned as you uncrossed your thighs, spreading your legs just the tiniest amount.
âAnd sexy. Fuck baby, you drive me fucking crazy.â
You raised your eyebrow, a beacon for him to come closer. But he turned.
âWait here. Don't move a muscle.â
You watched as he scrambled in his bag for something, pulling out an old polaroid camera that resembled something Dean had. Then you realized it was Deans.
âIs Deano gonna miss that?â you asked teasingly, watching as he adjusted with the dials, powering up the camera to aim the lens at your posed frame.
âHe doesn't even realize its gone. And I think heâd appreciate its use. Taking pictures of a sexy, hot model who I get to call mine.â he smirked, snapping a picture, the flash briefly blinding you. You heard the camera start to whirl, a polaroid slipping out white.
He fanned it, setting them down on the desk before he stared you down again in bewilderment, as if he couldn't believe you were real.
It made you flustered, the way he stared at you. With such passion, with such want it drove you wild. He palmed himself through the denim, biting his lip as if he were in pain.
Trying to control himself.
âDid you wanna get your Christmas gift now Sammy?â you asked gently. He nodded, hands curling into fists as you giggled, spreading your legs.
He melted at the sight of you, that damp spot on your lacy red thong. You beckoned to him with a finger. âYou can have it. You can have whatever youâd like. Its all yours.â you whispered, eliciting a groan in him as his restraint snapped, large hands wrapping around your thighs and pulling you as if you weighed nothing- to the edge of the bed.
On his knees he looked up at you, as if you were God himself.
As if he was at mass, about to pray to the angels to save his soul. The need rolled off him in waves.
And still, he waited.
âCan I?â he groaned, seeming to beg. You quickly nodded, your need as desperate as his. He wasted no time, fingers hooking to tug your panties to the side before he spread your legs wide, draping them over his large shoulders and licked you clean up the center.
You moaned pornagraphically at the sensation, back arching as you wiggled. His hand came up to press in your stomach, holding you down.
âNo squirming baby. I thought you said I could get my gift now, hmm?â he toyed, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
You whined, hand slipping into his hair to tug as he lapped at your cunt, clenching around air. You gasped and groaned at the sensations that made your core throb, moaning so loud you knew the entire motel could hear you as he sucked on your clit hard.
âSuch a pretty babyâŚâ he cooed at you, puppy dog eyes meeting your foggy gaze, mouth open in a broken cry as you shivered, clenching around him as he slid a large digit through your folds, slowly curling as his finger entered you.
He was so large and big, his fingers reaching places you couldn't even imagine reaching yourself.
âI know, I know baby its so much isn't it? Filling you up all nice?â
âB- butterflies in mâtummy Sammy oh- oh god-â you groaned, brain shutting off as you let the feelings take over, grinding down subconsciously as he pumped his finger inside you, tongue darting out to suck hard at your clit again- just the way you liked.
âYâgonna cum baby? Cum just for me?â
You bit your lip, looking down at him to nod frantically. It was so much you couldn't even speak. He smiled up at you, with awe and determination in his eyes, your little sounds and gasps edging him on further.
âCâmon baby. Such a pretty girl.â he cooed, planting a kiss to your inner thighs, teeth leaving tender marks as he bit down. The rope had completely uncoiled and snapped, back arching off the mattress as you came with a sharp cry of his name, juices gushing on his lips as he worked you through your orgasm.
âThat's it, such a good girl. Did so perfect for me baby, that must have felt so much better hmm?â he teased as you struggled to catch your breath.
âSammyâŚâ you drawled, feeling giddy and warm. His lips glistened, and he licked his lips as if he was a ravaged dog who finished a meal.
Starving.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows, unraveling your fingers from his long locks that felt like silk between your skin.
His eyes met yours as he placed another kiss to your skin, then another.
âYou ready if I get the rest of my gift now baby? Iâm feeling greedy this Christmas.â
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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
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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 â almost â 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 partnerâŚ
âHello, I'm Agent Page, this is my partner, Agent Plantâ 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.
âPlant and Page as inâŚthe Led Zeppelin guys?â You questioned and they shared a look. The shorter one stepped foward, giving you a once over, clearly checking you out.
âJust a coincidence Ma'amâ He said, smiling at you and you nodded, still a bit skeptical.
You opened the door wider for them both to get in.
âCome in, please. Have a seatâ 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.
âSorry, I wasn't expecting the FBI at my doorâ 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.
âWellâŚwhy are the feds at my houseâŚ?â 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 soâŚwide?
âMissâŚâ
âY/Nâ You filled in the gap.
âMiss Y/Nâ He said, licking his lower lip with his tongue âWe are here to ask about the recent murders aroundâ
âOhâ 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.
âWe know Beth was your friend and we are sorry for your lossâ He said, squeezing your knee âBut we'd like to ask you some questions, if you don't mindâ
You nodded and looked between the both of them, taking a deep breath.
âYeahâŚyeah of courseâ You said and he nodded, pulling his hand away from you, the warmth still lingering where he had placed it.
âDid you notice any weird behaviors before your friend passed? Like she was distant, coldâŚ?â Plant asked and you made a face trying to remember anything. You recorded a night you two went out
âFive days or so before she diedâŚâ You started, turning your head down to stare at your fingers over your lap. âWe 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 boltedâ
You sighed thinking you should've went with her now that she was gone.
âI tried calling, texting. Nothing. For those five days I didn't hear anything from her thenâŚthey called me announcing that she was goneâ You started tearing up again and closed your eyes to hold them back.
âShe didn't have anyone else, y'know, I should've been there for her, Iââ 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.
âWe are truly sorry, it wasn't your faultâ 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.
âI'm sorryâ You said and brushed your hair back with your hand âI 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 herâ
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.
âIf you remember anything, give us a call. Thank you for your timeâ He smiled warmly along with the green eyed Agent.
âWill do, thank you so muchâ 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.
âDudeâ Dean finally said, a grin on his face. Sam looked up at him and made a questioning face at his side profile.
âWhat?â He asked
Dean laughed lightly and looked at his brother.
âShe was eating you with her eyesâ Dean said and at that Sam's full attention was on him, lowering the paper with a confused face.
âWho? Y/N?â He asked and Dean nodded. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother. âDean, c'monâ He said.
âI'm serious, the look she gave you when we left, staring you up and down like a feastâ Dean laughed mischievously, looking for a couple seconds at Sam's shocked expression. âShe's pretty, y'know, if you don't want it, I'll have itâ
âShut up Deanâ 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.
âHello?! Is anybody there?!â 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.
âHelp! Someone, please!â 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.
âHello? Agent Page speaking, who is this?â He said with a gruff voice, he was definitely sleeping and you felt a bit bad for waking him up.
âAgent?â You practically whispered, your voice shaky with fear.
âY/N?â He recognized your voice and made a confused face, sitting up on the bed. âWhat's wrong?â
âIâ I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have called Iââ You spoke fast, nervous. He took notice of that âSomething happenedâ You said simply.
âWe are on our wayâ He said and slipped on his shoes, already on outside clothes. He nudged Dean to wake him up. âHang in thereâ
âOkayâ 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.
âY/N called, something happened, she seemed stressed, let's goâ 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.
âAre you hurt? What happened?â He asked and you shook your head at the first question.
âI don't knowâŚIf I explain it I'll sound crazyâ You said
âOh, sweetheart, believe me, we know crazyâ The green eyed Agent said and you looked at him, the nickname foreign but you brushed it off.
âI was sleeping in my couch when I woke up with a loud bangâ You began. âI got up to see that my stove started leaking gas andâŚwhen I wnt to the kitchen, the doorâŚIt shut behind me, lockedâ You said, shakily and Page brushed his hand on your shoulder, the same way he had done to your knee earlier âI couldn't get out and a knife started to fucking float, it charged at me, caught the door and then it all justâŚstoppedâ
âI was able to leave my house andâŚcall youâ She said and looked into his eyes, the comforting gaze seeping into her. âI'm sorry, I know it's lateâ
âDon't bother, it's fine. Let's try and see how we can help you, okay?â He said
You looked at him, puzzled, tilting your head at him
âYou believe me?â You asked and he let out an aired laugh in amusement.
âWhat if I tell you we aren't truly FBI agentsâ He said.
âOhâ You widened your eyes and looked between the both of them, shameful smiles on their faces. âRightâ
âGet in, we will explain everything we can to youâ 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?
âOkay soâŚyou both are likeâŚthe Ghostbusters?â But hotter. You noted, mentally.
âBasically, yeahâ 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.
âThey are loaded with rock salt, don't worryâ He said and you made a confused face. He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. âLet's sayâŚghosts don't like salt. Salt and iron are their weaknessesâ 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.
âIt's iron, you said it could keep them at bayâ 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.
âStay behind meâ He murmured to you and you nodded, iron rod in your hand prepared for any attack.
âCome on you son of a bitch!â Dean said and, as if on cue, the ghost of an old lady appeared in your kitchen and you gasped, recognizing her immediately.
âMrs. Greene?â You whispered and apparently she heard you because in a moment she was there and in the other she was behind you.
âY/N, watch out!â 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.
âAre you okay?â He asked, concern laced in his voice as he gave you a once over.
âYeah, I thinkâ 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.
âYou need to stay there, she can't get you because of the saltâ Dean said.
âYou know her?â Sam asked and you looked at him, nodding.
âShe was Beth's mother. Died in a car accident thatâŚmy father caused. Me and Beth bonded through their deaths but I guess her mom didn't really approve of thatâ You said, smiling sadly to yourself.
âWhere is she buried?â Dean questioned.
âThe cemetery near the only church in town. About 5 miles from hereâ You replied and Dean gave Sam a quick nod as he got his bag and gave his brother extra ammunition.
âI'll go do the dirty job, you, protect her, make sure that bitch doesn't kill herâ 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.
âEverything is going to be okayâ He reassured you and you looked at him with a gentle smile. Until you weren't smiling anymore and instead was looking behind him.
âSam, behind you!â 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.
âSam!â 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.
âSam, are you okay?â 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.
âHey, hey, it's okay, she'sâŚgone, I guessâ 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.
âBurned her upâŚAm I interrupting something?â 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.
âThank you, again, really, you both saved my lifeâ You said.
âIt's nothing, really, we do this everydayâ Dean said with a dismissive wave. âI'm going to load the carâ 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.
âSoâŚâ He started, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
âSo?â You nudged, smiling up at him and biting your lower lip. His eyes stared at your mouth and you felt small under his gaze.
âYou were amazing back there, you know?â He said, crossing his arms in front of him and smiling. âYou knew what to do, few people can do what you didâ
He complimented and you looked down, smiling like an idiot. Heâs so sweet.
âOh I justâŚwent by logic I guess, nothing much. You said iron and I reached for ironâ You said, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked up again.
âYeahâŚâ 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.
âWhat about your brother?â 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.
âHe can waitâ 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.
âIs this okay? I mean I'm totally finââ 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.
âDoes this answer your question?â 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 âFuckâ 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.
âDon't hide from me, you're beautifulâ 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.
âSee something you like?â 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.
âYou'reâŚstunning, likeâ I knew you wereâŚmuscularâŚfrom the get go but you'reâŚâ 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.
âSamâŚâ You gasped his name and he hummed in acknowledgement of your plea, pulling away from your breast with a smile. âPleaseâ
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.
âWhat did I say about hiding from me?â 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.
âPleaseâŚâ You begged, grabbing at his hair and he hummed.
âSo desperateâ 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.
âBeautifulâ He whispered and gave your thigh one last kiss. âTell me if it's too much, okay?â He said and your heart melted.
âOkayâ 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.
âOh, fuckâ You moaned, pulling at his hair âSamâ Godâ 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.
âJesus, fuck, right thereâ Shitâ 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.
âCum for me, dollâ He said and quickened his movements against you and your moans got louder.
âFuck!â 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.
âT'much, Samââ 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.
âTaste as sweet as you lookâ 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.
âAs much as I'd like to bend you over that table and fuck you senselessâ He said, getting closer to your ear and whispering: âI want to fuck you on a bed to see your cockdrunk face when I make you cumâ
You shivered, not expecting these words coming out of his mouth and you attacked his neck with kisses and bites.
âMy bedroom is down the hall, on the rightâ 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.
âFuck me, Samâ 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.
âWe'll go slow, baby, if you want to stop, just sayâ 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.
âYou feel so fucking good Y/N, Godâ 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.
âI feel so full, it feels so goodâ 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.
âYou can move, pleaseâ You said and he pulled back and forth, both of you moaning at the feeling, his dick hitting deeper than you thought was possible.
âY/Nâ 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.
âOhâ fucking God!â 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.
âYou look so pretty like thisâ 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.
âSam!â You moaned out, your hand tangling itself into his hair. âI'm cummingâ You warned and he quickened his pace and your head shot back, exposing your throat to him.
âCum for me beautifulâ 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.
âThat wasâŚâ You said, not finishing. No words were able to describe what you felt.
âYeah, it wasâ 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.
âWhat?â He said with a hint of a laugh behind his tone.
âYour brother must be pissedâ You said between laughs and he started to laugh too, feeling his chest vibrating against your cheek as his hand stroked your upper arm.
âI don't care, this, you, was worth itâ 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.
âYou're leaving town soon, right?â You asked and he hummed an affirmation. You hid your frown from him. âYou'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.
âI willâ He whispered and you smiled to yourself, letting yourself fall asleep in his embrace.
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Love is in the air
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: you unknowingly give Dean another reason to fall deeper in love with you
Warning: complete and utter fluff and sam is a girls girl.
A/N: idk if anyone has done something like this, but I really loved it and I think itâs my favorite fic Iâve written yet. Also this isnât proofread so if you see any mistakes please let me know. I wrote this at 5 am so I probably wonât notice any mistakes. Anywho hope you enjoy!!!
Todayâs hunt had been a bust after you and Dean were tasked by Sam to be the cliche âcouple in loveâ so that the envious love witch would target you instead of some other innocent couple.
So now you and Dean were in the impala driving back to the motel that happened to be about a fourty five minute drive away from the restaurant she was targeting.
The night was silent aside from the quiet music Dean had playing in the background and the light tapping of his thumbs against the steering wheel. Dean looked incredibly good in his suit and tie, a look you wish heâd worn more often.
To Dean you looked better than any angel that could grace his presence, when you exited the bathroom with your off the shoulder black form fitting dress and high heels that made your legs look like heaven, his knees almost buckled and they wouldâve hadnât it been for Sam who was there to catch him before he could.
âHey dean?â You asked softly, drawing his attention from the empty road to you, replying with a âhmmâ. His green eyes were extra bright in the darkness and made you want to melt in your seat.
âCan I roll down the window?â You asked, it was an odd request on your part, because you usually donât like the pressure the harsh wind puts on your head. Dean eyebrows rose in surprise before answering âfâcourse sweetheart, sure itâs not gonna make your head hurt?â he asked sincerely
You shook your head âno it wonât be for long I just⌠want to try somethingâ you said, pausing in thought you hoped that the feeling would push away the sadness you felt. He nodded glancing back at the road, âokay then go for itâ he said with a smile.
You clicked the button to roll down the window and felt immediately relaxed. You put your arm out of the window, closing your eyes and let the wind blow on your face and whistle past your ears.
Dean watched with love in his eyes at how relaxed you looked, he could tell that the your failure to obtain the witches attention had bothered you but decided against saying anything, but as soon as the wind hit your face its like all that sadness slipped away with the wind.
You sat like that for a minute or so before deciding that was enough, you opened your eyes looking for the button again before an idea struck you. You paused in thought âwould that be too clicheâ you asked yourself, but ultimately you told yourself âwho cares, do itâ so you did.
You surprised Dean when you stuck your torso out of the window, he immediately grabbed on to your thigh in case you accidentally slipped. You raised your arms as the wind that was way stronger whipped past you, the air was sticky which youâd guessed was from the rain that had fell a few hours prior but you could care less.
For the first time in a life time you felt completely and utterly free, from the worries of the things that lurk in the dark, from death, and disappointment. But the feel of dean hand on your thigh mixed with the wind whipping past you and through your hair made you want to cry of happiness.
Dean watched you from inside of the car, how beautiful you looked, in that moment he was convinced you were sent right from heaven into his arms just so he could live this moment. He saw all of your worries slip away as a carefree smile graces your face. The light from the streetlight lit you up like a pop star on stage and he was your audience.
You caught him even more by surprise when you let out a loud and cheery âwooooâ and it seemed like time had slowed. If both of his hands werenât occupied he wouldâve taken a picture, but he couldnât and he would have to rely on his memory to recall this moment for the rest of his life. He wasnât even sure how he hadnât crashed the car.
Your heart thumped loudly at the adrenaline that rushed through your veins and thatâs when you decided to get back in the car. You seated yourself back on the seat and rolled up the window before letting out the most cheerful laugh Dean had ever heard from you and just the sound itself had his heart souring. âHoly. I see why they do that in moviesâ you said, looking at him with the most genuine smile heâd ever seen.
Dean couldnât help the smile that took over his features at the happiness gleaming from your face. You were glowing and it was the most precious moment of his life. âYou are gorgeous sweetheartâ he said, he couldnât help that it slipped past his lips, but the look on your face showed it didnât have much of an effect on you. You rolled your eyes, still smiling âwhatever, eyes on the road Winchester, I donât want to be roadkill because youâre too distractedâ you joked. Dean huffed out a laugh in response.
For the rest of the ride the two of you basked in the happiness that replaced the previous gloom. And when you arrived at the motel, Dean was the first one out the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you. âSuch a gentleman, if Iâd known youâd be this sweet I wouldâve let you take me on a date soonerâ you joked, but Dean didnât take it as one. âThen let meâ he said genuinely.
Your smile faltered, âis he messing with me?â You thought âwhatâ you said, it was the only thing you could get out. âLet me take you on a date. A real date not one where we have to look over our shoulders the whole time. Let me take out on a date to drink champagne and eat all those fancy meals that donât even fill you upâ Dean said almost sounding as if he was begging.
Dean grabbed your hands ây/n if you let me I will go the whole nine yards. Flowers, a gift, rent a fancy car and order valet whatever you-â you cut dean off with a kiss to which he immediately returned. The kiss was soft and sweet, you could feel his eyelashes slightly brush against your cheek, and the way he relaxed into the kiss made you swoon.
His hands dropped yours and he placed his on your hips and you bought yours around his neck pulling him deeper into it. You only pulled away because your lungs had began to burn from the lack of oxygen. Deans eyes remained closed for a little longer, reveling in the feel of your lips against his and your body pressing against him. âWoman you drive me insaneâ he muttered before opening his eyes.
He was graced with the sight of you smiling up at him with your arms still around his neck. âYou can take me on a date Winchester, but it doesnât have to be anything fancy. We could go to a diner in baby and Iâd be just as happyâ you said softly, your nose brushing his.
It wasnât often Dean was rendered speechless, but in that moment he was sure you were made for him and only him. âO-okayâ he stuttered. You giggled in amusement âhave I rendered you speechless?â You teased, and deans cheeks reddened. âMaybe this will knock some words back into your headâ you said before pressing your lips against his for the second time, only this time you didnât give him enough time to recuperate.
âHey I wasnât doneâ he pouted, and you laughed loudly. Pulling away from him you closed the door to baby and began to drag him back to your shared motel room with Sam who you were sure was watching you wondering why it was taking so long for you to enter the room.
âCâmon Winchester we can talk out the details laterâ you said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs that led to your room.
Added bonus:
Sam had seen the blush on deans cheeks and he pure happiness in the both of your eyes. Dean quickly excused himself to the bathroom and Sam looked at you with raised brows. Heâd helped you pick out that dress, telling you âDean wonât be able to keep his eyes off of youâ. You gave him the biggest smile trying to contain your excitement âit workedâ you whisper yelled. A huge smile broke out on Samâs face âI told you it wouldâ he said.
He had been the biggest supporter of you and his brotherâs possible relationship. âHe asked me out Sammyâ you whispered so Dean wouldnât hear. You threw yourself on the bed like a teenager from one of those romance sitcoms you claimed to not like, but before Sam could ask for more details the bathroom door opened revealing a slightly less blushy Dean.
He eyes you two skeptically âwhat are you two whispering aboutâ he asked. âJust figuring out how weâll get the witch nowâ you quickly lied. If Dean suspected you were lying he didnât show, because he immediately turned his back to you and Sam trying to get his tie off. You sent Sam a quick and subtle wink that meant âIâll tell you laterâ and he nodded trying to hide his smile
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âËâšâĄ mean | sam winchester x reader
requested - heyy could u make a sam x reader thing where he fucks rlly roughly but heâs really sweet during aftercare bc the idea that sam is rough during but sweet after makes me weak in the kneesđŤ đ (anon)
a/n - this is. probably the most filthy thing iâve written. itâs just filthy smut. with a hint of sweetheart sam at the end. i need him so bad itâs 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
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She was convinced that Samâs mouth was a whole new kind of heaven.
Heâd 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 didnât know how she was still breathing. There was a relief that ran through her that Dean and Castiel werenât in the bunker that night, because even though they were shut away in the privacy of their room, she was sure that she wouldâve been heard. Sam had been pulling noises out of her all night, obscene lewd sounds that she wouldâve been embarrassed about being heard if it wasnât 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.
âSam- oh my godââ 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 didnât 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. âWhat did I say, huh?â The tone of voice made her pussy clench around nothing. âHands to yourself. Youâre pretty bad at listening, baby.â
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.
âAre you listening?â He squeezed her wrists as a reminder, and her eyes quickly flickered back up to his eyes. âDo I need to tie you up, or will you keep these here for me?â She knew he wouldnât hesitate to do it. Sam could be such a soft lover â heâd 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 wasnât sure which she liked more.
âIâll keep them there.â She breathed out, her voice still a little too whiny. Heâd gotten her so close to cumming again, the lack of stimulation was driving her crazy, her cunt throbbed as she stared up at him.
âOh yeah?â Sam narrowed his eyes like he didnât 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, âeyes on me.â
Her gaze quickly flickered back up to his face. âSee? You can be good sometimes, canât you?â Sam cooed, boardering on condescending, as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. âYou just need some reminding, donât you, sweetheart? Get so lost in that pretty little head of yours when Iâm making you feel so good.â
Sheâd been so distracted by watching his face, head spinning with his words, that she didnât 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.
âEyes open,â his hands left her wrists â which she knew now to keep still â and his fingers splayed across her jaw, squeezing unkindly until she looked up again. âDonât make me tell you again. You wanna be good for me, donât you?â
She nodded dumbly, sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth as he rubbed her clit with his cock. Teasing her. âMhm, I will.â
âYou will?â Sam gave her jaw one more squeeze, just for good measure, before he wrapped his fingers around the bare skin of her throat. He didnât squeeze, didnât 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, âwhatâs your colour?â
They had a pretty rigid safe word system set out â 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 wouldnât like it every time. If she so much whispered the word red heâd be up and off of her before she could blink.
But all that left her words was a whiny, âGreen, please Sammy.â
She felt his lips curve up against her ear as he smirked. âGood girl.â
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. Heâd worked her open with his fingers when heâd 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.
âFuck honey,â he grunted in her ear, fingers gripped her throat just slightly tighter, still only enough for her to feel pressure. âSo tight for me, baby. Can barely take it, huh?â
He pulled back before he rutted back inside and she whimpered, squeezing her own fingers together so tightly so she didnât break his rule. Needing to hold onto him somehow, though, her thighs clamped harshly around his hips, already trembly from the first orgasm heâd 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.
âSo noisy baby,â he crooned on a particular harsh thrust that made her whine, fingers a little tighter around her throat. âCanât help yourself, can you?â He huffed with another thrust. âNeed me to do all the work, hm? Greedyââ he grunted, âgreedy girl.â
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 didnât slow down, didnât ease up, didnât 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 wouldnât push it too far. Just enough for her to feel a little dizzy, for the bliss to wash over her like a high.
âSam- mm- Sammyââ She was practically blabbering as her eyes filled with tears, gasping with each thrust, each smack of his hips against hers.
âOh honey,â he cooed, condescending, mean. âToo much, hm? Need something?â
His hand loosened on her throat and she inhaled a little shakily.
âPleaseââ she whined, blinking through tears up at him. She didnât miss the flicker in his eyes as the tears dribbled down her cheeks, but she knew that he knew sheâd tell him if it was too much. It had happened before, neither of them messed around when it came to their safe words.
âPlease what, huh?â He thrust in harshly and she groaned, cunt fluttering, so closeâ âAh-ah, not yet. Donât you need to ask me something, dolly?â He squeezed her throat once. âYou remember what happens if you cum without asking, donât you?â
Of course she did. The week prior sheâd 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. Heâd made such a mess of her that she hadnât been able to even get up off of the bed for a little while after he finally let her cum.
âMhm, mm, yeahââ she inhaled shakily, whining, thighs clamped tighter around his hips. âPlease- please can I- please let meââ she groaned.
âLet you what?â 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. âTell me, honey. Use those words for me, câmon.â
The tears were bubbling over faster, rolling down her flushed cheeks. âLet me cum, baby, please.â
âAsking so nicely,â he grunted, pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. âHow can I say no to something so pretty, hm? âCourse you can, baby, go ahead.â
It wasnât 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.
âFuck,â he huffed, his own chest heaved, brushing against her bare skin. âOh sweetheart.â 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? Heâd 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 wouldnât 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, heâd so thoroughly kissed her that she almost had her breath back.
âYou okay?â 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 sheâd committed him to memory. She had.
âHey,â he lightly tapped her cheekbone with his thumb. âNeed words, honey.â
She couldnât help her smile. He was so caring she sometimes wanted to cry. âMâokay,â she whispered, voice soft like sheâd shared a secret. âReally good. Youâre so good, Sammy.â She praised, tilted her head to kiss his wrist, and he smiled and blushed like he hadnât just been the one to fuck the life out of her.
âSays you,â Sam leaned down and kissed her forehead. âYouâre perfect. Love you,â another kiss. âLove you so much.â
She smiled so much her cheeks hurt. âLove you too.â
Sam smiled too, that soft smile that made his dimples peek out, eyes crinkled at the corners, and he stroked her cheekbone again. âMâgonna pull out, okay?â
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.
âChrist, made a mess of you,â he murmured, not in the condescending tone from before, instead something closer to admiration. âYouâre so pretty when you cum, yâknow that?â
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. âDonât get all shy on me now.â
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. Theyâd need to change the sheets.
âTwo options,â Sam murmured as he gently stroked hair away that was stuck to her forehead, baby hairs that clung to her temples. âWe 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.â
âYou just wanna wash my hair huh?â
Sam smiled. âGuilty.â
Her fingers found his, intertwined with a squeeze. âBath sounds nice,â she eventually settled on. âAs long as you donât take too long in the kitchen. Iâll miss you.â
He was laughing when he pressed another kiss to her mouth. âOf course. Promise to not take too long, okay?â
She giggled and nodded, smiled against his mouth when he kissed her again. âOkay.â
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(Y/N and Dean stare out of the motel window)
Sam: Whatâre you guys doing?
Dean: TV doesnât work.
Y/N: So, weâre watching the couple in the car park break up.
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breathe, baby â sam winchester
cw : gn!afab!reader, smut, no plot, fluff, brief mention of canon typical violence & demons at the beginning, making out, clothed grinding, fingering, swearing, pet names (baby, honey), praise, sam calls reader pretty/beautiful, light dom/sub dynamics in the later half (softdom!sam), allusions to oral (r!receiving) 4.1K words.
summary : after a close call on a hunt and a confession, you and sam have sweet, desperate sex. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI WITH MY NSFW CONTENT. YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED !!!
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this is the second time that you find yourself gasping in samâs arms in one night. just two hours ago, it was an unpleasant sensation; he held you close as you tried to catch your breath after nearly being choked into unconsciousness by a demon. the part where he held you close was not the unpleasant part. despite the fact that you were having difficulties breathing, you very much so savored the feeling of having him close.
but this⌠this isnât just pleasant, itâs pleasure itself. you decide that thereâs nothing finer than sam winchester kissing you. he kisses you so hard you can barely breathe, so hungrily that his nose scrunches up and his lips swallow yours and when you part, youâre gasping for breath.
âsam,â you pant out, his big nose still pressed against your cheek and the feeling of his tongue in your mouth lingering so strongly itâs almost buzzing.
âyeah? you okay?â he asks, his own voice just as breathless as yours. the large hand he has resting on the side of your face glides along your cheekbone, fingertips soothing against your skin and wide palm brushing past your ear. his touch dips, lightly ghosting over the bruises on your neck, but it doesnât hurt, not with how soft he is.
âiâm good,â you assure him, still catching your breath, mind still reeling over the fact that youâre straddling his lap on a motel room bed and his big arm is wrapped around your waist. âreally good. just⌠just wanted to tell you that iâm never gonna let you stop kissing me,â you murmur. his face is so close that you feel the movement of his lips stretching into a smile. he parts further from you, still cupping your cheek. he wants to look at you.
âyeah?â he asks again, voice pleased and tinged with this roughness that isnât just lust. with sam, itâs always so much more. heâs smiling and his eyes are dark in the dim light of the room and you press a sweet kiss to his grin because you canât resist it. he kisses back, only a little because heâs busy smiling.
âyeah,â you whisper, pulling away again so he can see that youâre smiling too. that gets him going. really everything about you gets him going, but to have you on his lap, your chest pushing him back into the headboard and your soft smile as you say sweet, almost sappy things? thatâs more than enough to drive him crazy.
he wants to be gentle. so, very gentle, but he canât help himself when both of his hands grab at the sides of your face and pull you back to him. itâs not like heâs rough by any stretch, but thereâs a certain desperation thrumming through him, transerfing from his firmly placed palms and almost trembling fingertips to the warm skin of your cheeks.Â
the force with which he kisses you pushes you backwards, and one hand flies from its spot on his waist to steady yourself on the mattress behind you. the small sound that escapes your throat is muffled by his greedy mouth, and he wants to hear more. all of your sighs and sweet sounds, thusfar quiet and somewhat controlled, have been driving him truly crazy.
almost regretfully, he allows one hand to slide down from your face to your waist, his hold there strong as he hoists you further up into his lap. heâs hard underneath you, and you moan at the feeling. your mind goes blank for a moment, long enough for him to attach his lips to the spot where your jaw curves up to your ear. you sigh aloud at that too, and sam is feeling very satisfied with your reactions; your lips staying parted and your eyes glazing over when you finally feel a semblance of just how big he is.
he gives your sensitive skin a little suck and your hands fist at the fabric of his white undershirt. he feels your knuckles against his side through the thin cotton, your grip pulling the fabric taut around his back. thatâs all the encouragement he needs to keep going.
his tongue is just as greedy as his soft lips as it swipes over the skin of your neck, savoring your taste. the sweat and grime of the hunt had been washed off in the shower not too long ago, but your skin is just a little salty from getting all worked up in his lap. sam is utterly obsessed with that taste, his tongue flattening against your pulse point when you tip your head back to give him better access. the loud breath that you let out is halfway to a moan, and both of you are thinking about his tongue being somewhere else.
you push your hips into him at that thought and sam lets out a low groan at the pressure. now youâre feeling greedy. thereâs no way youâll survive without hearing more of him. you grind into him again and he grips your hips tight, letting out another gruff sound.
âshit, baby,â he groans, hot breath fanning against the skin of your neck. you huff at the sound of his voice, gone all husky and desperate. âwhat do youâ what do you want here? you okay to keep going?â sam sounds like the only thing heâs doing right now is holding back.
âyes,â you gasp out, âgod, yes.â you slip your hands all the way down his sides until you can grip the hem of his shirt. âcanâ can i?â
samâs chest heaves at the sound of your voice, your sweet question, and the way that you look right into his eyes with such a caring, pleading gaze. he realizes that youâre being careful with him, just like he is with you, and he just has to kiss you for it. you kiss back without question, fingers still gripping his shirt. when he pulls away, he has to keep himself from ripping the shirt off himself, but he wants to see and feel you do it yourself.
ââcourse you can,â he says, voice hushed. the small wait is more than worth it when your eyes turn excited and your hands fumble to pull the fabric up his sides. your knuckles brush against his bare skin and once you reach his chest, he lifts his arms and pulls it the rest of the way off. his hands are back on your hips in seconds, and youâre too busy raking your gaze over the exposed skin of his torso to see him swallow thickly as he takes in the way you look at him.
you completely forget that you planned to rip off your own shirt too, and instead lean forward to kiss his collarbone with a heavy fervor. his head tilts back a little as he sighs and you grab at his waist, thumbs eager and brushing against his warm skin. you kiss and lick and suck and sam moans for you. his fingers slip under your shirt and you welcome the sensation, kissing him harder in response.
you dip your head lower, hands beginning to roam, up his muscled arms, over his belly, somehow soft and toned all at once. your mind and body are at war. you want to keep kissing, getting lower, dragging your hands up and over his chest. but you want his hands to move, to feel you all over. then you suppose that you could certainly get both. you part from him for just a moment to pull your shirt off, your hands brushing against his as they hold your waist tight.
his jaw clenches and his eyes turn hungry as he watches you intently. you waste no time in taking off your bra too, watching his face as you do. his tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he sees your bare chest rising up and down and he holds back a pleased groan.
he raises his hand up and you think heâs going to touch you there, but he reaches for your face and brushes his knuckles over your cheek bone.
âyouâre so fucking beautiful,â he whispers. thereâs a rasp to his voice, rough and sweet as he takes you in. your cheeks grow hot, but you bask in the praise anyway.
âand youâre fucking unreal, sam,â you say earnestly, voice equally as husky. he grunts and grabs at your sides, pulling you back into him and kissing your hard. his thumbs push a little into the plush of your breasts and his palms press into your ribs. you arch your back into him, pushing your chest against his and you feel his lip curl up against yours as a guttural sound forces its way out of his throat. a sigh of pleasure leaves your lips and you grind against him in earnest. his hips buck up into yours and the vague thought that he must be uncomfortable in those jeans floats through your mind.
he groans into your mouth and you just need him to touch you more. you pull away, chest heaving, hands roaming. on instinct, sam reaches further up, but at the last second he grips your shoulder instead.
âcan i?â he chokes out.Â
âyes,â you whine, nodding impatiently and sliding your hands up to his chest, asking for your own permission with your eyes. he catches the pause and look in your eyes and he feels all soft for you again. he leans in close, nuzzling his nose into your cheek and pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth.
his voice is still hoarse, but loving too. âyou can touch me wherever you want, honey. promise.â you swallow a moan and reciprocate his sweetness with a kiss to his cheek.
âyou too, sam,â you huff. âpromise iâll tell you if i need you to stop, but please⌠donât stop.â
âokay,â he breathes, âokay, i wonât. i wonât, baby.â with that, he just paws at you, taking and grasping and groaning when you brush your thumbs over his nipples. âshit,â he gasps, his nose still digging into the soft skin of your cheek. he reciprocates, flicking over your hard nipples with his big thumbs, pinching a little and making you whine into his mouth.
it all feels so good, but all you can think about is the ache between your legs. his bulge under your clothed core has you wet, and you need more. you need his fingers.
you dip your head and his lips meet the crown of your head as you squeeze the flesh over his ribs and gasp for breath.
âoh, god. sam, please, i need⌠more, please,â you croak, dropping your head all the way down to his shoulder and pressing a messy, open mouthed kiss to the skin where his shoulder meets his neck.
âokay, okay. i can give you more,â he whispers fervently, grabbing your hips and lifting you up. you follow his lead, scrambling off of his lap. âgo âhead, lay down, honey,â he urges softly, eyes dark and hungry. you heed his instructions eagerly, settling into the pillows behind you as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, just to ease the pressure. they hang loose on his hips and his black boxers show off his bulge even better.Â
youâre about to ask him to just take his jeans all the way off when he carefully grabs your legs from under your knees and drops them open, stunning you into silence. he settles between your legs and slips his hands under the waistband of your sweatpants. he starts to tug at them and he doesnât have to ask for you to lift your hips for him to shimmy your pants down your ass and onto your thighs. you lift your knees to your chest so that he doesnât have to move down to get them off.
âso good for me,â he murmurs once theyâre fully off, his big hand running down your thigh while the other keeps your knees tucked up. you groan a little at his words, at the sensation, and squirm without thinking. âshhh,â he hushes gently, ââs okay, âm gonna help you out, sweetheart. can i take these off?â he asks, big fingertips playing with the hem of your panties.
you nod your head quickly. âplease, yes.â you donât think you could have him quickly enough.
with your permission, sam doesnât waste any time. thereâs no need for you to lift your hips; he just pushes your knees further into your chest with one hand and slips the waistband down. his knuckles brush against the skin of your ass and you think about how big his whole hand would feel there. but you choose to focus on the look on his face when he pulls your panties all the way down and lets your legs fall open around him.
his pupils are blown out and lips curved up in awe as he runs his hands up your thighs. when you shudder at his touch he applies light pressure, pushing your legs into the bed and humming, all pleased with your reactions.
âplease, sam,â you whine, voice breathy and begging as you try your hardest not to squirm so much. but having him over you, his eyes just staring at your bare cunt and big, big hands gripping your upper thighs after more than just months of pining for him⌠itâs not easy to stay still or quiet or be able to think, really.
sam is holding back from looping his hands under your thighs, pulling you to him and just shoving his face against your pussy. itâs wet and shiny for him and just begging for attention and he needs to taste you more than anything in the world. but he wants what you want and he wants to be soft and careful about it all, for you.
âhow do you want it, baby?â he asks hoarsly. under your breath, you swear softly, unbelieving that youâre so lucky to have him.
ây-your fingers, sam, please,â you whine out, eyes glued to the way they look over your thighs, digging lightly into the flesh. theyâre so long and thick and you canât even imagine how much better than your own. sam canât even be disappointed that you didnât ask for his mouth; the way he can so clearly see how much you want his fingers, how much youâve thought about them, gets him going perfectly well enough. and thereâs nothing stopping him from eating you out right after heâs made you cum on his fingers. that sounds like heaven.
âokay, honey,â he whispers, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive skin right where your thighs melt into your outer lips and your eyebrows knit together in desperation. he canât help himself when he drifts just one hand over your heat, ghosting your skin and making you shiver and moan. his fingertips brush over your lower tummy and the heel of his palm picks up a little of your slick. âso pretty,â he murmurs. you toss your head to the side and into the pillow and breathe heavy.
âplease, sam, please,â you gasp, trying not to buck your hips up into his hand, but twitching up anyway.
âalright, alright,â he exhales softly, pressing his hand all the way over you and reveling in the way your eyes squeeze shut and your hips cant up, trying to add more pressure. he lifts his other hand to your hip and presses you back into the mattress gently. just that makes you moan softly. really, sam just wants to keep looking, feeling, exploring. he wants to put both thumbs on the sides of your outer lips and pull them apart and look and feel you shiver against him and tease up and down your slit.Â
but he really wants to make you feel good, so he shifts his hand and starts rubbing your clit with two fingers gently. you sigh out, long and loud and pleasured. your hips move up into him again as your hands fly up to grip the pillow by your head. sam groans at the sight.
he dips his fingers lower for a quick second, gathering some of your wetness and rubbing it into your clit. you cry out this time, one hand loosening its grip on the pillow in favor of fumbling for the hand that sam still has pressing your hips down. he obliges happily, holding your hand against your hip bone and goddamn smiling at you.
the pressure builds quickly and you moan and whine and squirm for him, all while he looks at you with awe and love and determination.
âyouâve been so polite for me,â he notes, pleased. âalways saying please without me even asking you to.â his tone is hushed and a little gravely before he leans down to place a kiss to your lower stomach. you hum out a sweet moan. âand you sound so lovely, so pretty, honey,â he murmurs.
you grip his hand and the fabric of the pillow and push your face into your upper arm, whining out at his words.
âsa-sam, please, baby,â you groan, âm-more, i need more, i want your fingers in me, please!â
sam grunts at your words. âfuck, youâre so good. asking for exactly what you want, using your words for me, god. iâll give it to you, âf course, iâll give it to you.â heâs got to be fucking obsessed with you. he starts with one finger, gently prodding at your entrance before easing it in.
âshitâŚâ you moan, stretching the word out and letting your voice break in pleasure. âs-so good,â you mumble, gripping his hand even tighter.
âyeah?â he whispers, pulling his finger out just a little before pushing it back through your folds.
âa-ah! yes,â you pant out. âf-fuck, sam, iâ,â you cut yourself off with another moan when he sets a steady pace, just his one finger working wonders. but youâre growing just a little desperate, so worked up and so fucking in love with him that itâs driving you crazy. âm-more, please,â you whine.
âokay, i got you,â he mumbles, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as he gently pushes in another finger.
âgahhâ god!â you gasp. âshit, sammy. so good, thatâs so good.â you writhe under him as he pumps his long fingers into your begging cunt, making such a lewd, wet sound. âa-ah, fuck! right there, sam. oh my god, right there,â you babble, hips pushing into his hand. itâs not as if no oneâs ever hit your sweet spot before, but fuck, itâs different when itâs sam. everythingâs different, better, more intense, when itâs sam.Â
âyeah? right there?â he presses a kiss to closest place he can reach, bending down and catching the skin of your thigh between his lips. heâs more than just pleased that heâs found your sweet spot so quickly, and as he continues pushing the soft pads of his fingertips right against your gummy walls, he soaks it up, memorizinng it all.Â
the way your moans change, your voice jumping in pitch and getting louder, they way you buck up into his hand and the way that you clench around him. and your face, god he could look at it all day, maybe cum in his pants just from seeing you like this. all desperate and needy and blissed out; pupils blown, eyebrows knit together, and mouth hanging open half of the time to let your pretty sounds out. or he gets to watch you snap your jaw shut, bite and lick at your bottom lip, hold a groan back only for your lips to part again to pant and gasp and moan. itâs almost like you forget how to breathe through your nose, and it makes you sound all the more worked up.
as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge, he squeezes love into your hand, making you think about his palm against yours and somehow making it all more intense. his thumb rubs the back of your hand soothingly, such a stark contrast to the strength and fervor with which he fucks his fingers into you.Â
âbreathe, baby,â he reminds you sweetly. god, itâs hard to comply as you watch the muscles of his arm tensing as he pleases you, the veins of his hands and arms popping out with the rush of his blood. but you take in a long, deep breath and let it out. it shudders and ends in a whine, but your muscles relax for a moment and you melt a little into the mattress for just a moment.
âh-haahh, sam, iâmâ mm, iâm close!â you whine, thighs tensing up again. you lift your knees and push your feet into the mattress on either side of his thighs, trying hard not to close your legs as the pleasure becomes so intense that you canât keep still at all.
âfuck, thatâs good. you gonna cum for me?â he asks, getting eager. he canât wait to see you tip over the edge, to feel it. but he doesnât get greedy, just in case this is the perfect pace for you.Â
you answer his prayers in the form of a dirty moan. âhuh-harder, please!â
sam is more than happy to oblige. he already knows that he loves to be soft with you. he loves to have his fingers stuffed up your pussy while he holds your hand and kisses your thigh sweetly. he loves to speak to you all gentle and loving and dirty too. but he does love the way you react when harder means just a little rougher, deeper, and faster. your jaw falls all the way open and you canât close it. your eyes shut tight, then fly right back open because you donât want to miss the sight of his fingers pumping into you like this. you donât want to miss the way his face looks as he does it.
and it makes you loud. youâre used to keeping yourself quiet when you take care of yourself, but thatâs not an option this time around. not with sam.
and of course, it makes you cum. it sends you reeling, keening, and it pulls his name from your mouth with a force that youâve never felt before. and sam swears heâs gonna make you cry out his name like that every fucking day, if youâll let him.
âfuck, fuck, fuck, ahhâ sam! feels sâgood,â you slur. âsamâŚâ
you clench around him so hard that itâs not necessarily easy to fuck you through it, but he does so good anyway. you shudder and pant and whine, and his name said again, all breathy and slurred is just as good as the first shout. and finally, you fall against the bed with a huff of breath, the sheets beneath you wet and messy.
you tense and whine when he pulls his fingers from you, and heâs quick to hush you gently.
âoh, you did so good, baby,â he murmurs, settling his still slick-covered hand on your hip and it makes you shiver just a little. he shuffles a bit closer to you, dropping his head down to kiss your sweet lips. you can barely kiss back when youâre so breathless, but you try, so he settles for sucking a little on your bottom lip and letting you sigh against his hot skin. your hand drops down from where it gripped the pillow, settling hungrily on his broad shoulder and running up and down the skin.
âfelt so good,â you mumble against his lips, still blissed out. his smile interrupts the lazy kiss, and he feels greedy again. insatiable, really.
âwill you let me make you feel good again?â he whispers, making sure you know that you can say no if itâs too much. itâs clear to him that you need to catch your breath, so he certainly wonât start right away. not until you ask him to.
âgod, youâre too good to be true,â you say, wondering at him. âbut i wanna make you feel good, too.â
he smiles wider, then kisses you again with a little more passion than the last. âtrust me, honey. thisâll make me feel real good. i wanna taste you, so fucking bad, baby.â
you canât help the groan that escapes your throat at his words. âyeah?â you ask breathlessly.
âuh-huh,â he nods, nose tickling the skin of your cheek. âyou gonna let me make you cum on my tongue, honey?â
âfucking yes,â you pant, âyes, please, sam⌠make me cum on your tongue.âÂ
it doesnât take long to learn; if you let him start, heâs never gonna be able to stop. heâs completely obsessed and in love with you, and you can expect his mouth on your pussy until the day he dies.
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First Moments: Hug
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: The first time Dean hugs you. A/N: I am going to keep it going! Please let me know if you have any suggestions for "Firsts"! Word Count: 1,143
The dusty Kansas sunset painted the world in streaks of orange and purple as you stood outside the small, dilapidated diner in Lebanon. Youâd been on the road for weeks, chasing a string of supernatural leads that didnât pan out, and your frustration had finally caught up with you. The Winchester brothers were somewhere inside, sharing a rare moment of peace over greasy burgers and fries. Youâd been tagging along with them for a few months now, after a chance encounter during a hunt in South Dakota.
At first, you werenât sure how long the partnership would last. Dean, ever the protective big brother, had been wary of letting a stranger join their team. You were no stranger to the life, thoughâyou had your scars, both physical and emotional, to prove it. Still, earning Deanâs trust felt like climbing an impossibly high mountain. He was guarded, sharp-tongued, and carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, a fact youâd come to realize more deeply as time went on.
It wasnât that he didnât like youâhe just didnât trust easily. Youâd seen glimpses of his softer side: the way heâd check on Sam when he thought no one was looking, the gruff jokes he used to break tension, and the rare moments when his walls came down just enough to reveal the man beneath the hunter. But a hug? That seemed as unlikely as a demon voluntarily taking a salt bath.
You leaned against the Impala, arms crossed, staring out at the quiet stretch of road. Your mind wandered to the hunt youâd botched last weekâa werewolf case in Nebraska. It shouldâve been straightforward, but a moment of hesitation on your part had nearly cost Sam his life. Dean hadnât said much about it afterward, but you could feel the tension radiating from him. Youâd been carrying the guilt ever since, and tonight it felt heavier than ever.
The door to the diner creaked open, and Dean stepped out. His leather jacket was slung over one shoulder, and he had that familiar look of suspicion and curiosity on his face.
âYou gonna stand out here all night, or what?â he asked, his voice rough but not unkind.
You shrugged, not trusting yourself to speak. Dean wasnât the kind of guy you could fool with small talk or half-hearted excuses. He saw through people like glass.
He approached slowly, his boots crunching on the gravel. âYouâve been quiet lately,â he said, leaning against the car next to you. âQuieter than usual, I mean. Whatâs going on?â
You hesitated, debating whether to brush it off or let him in. Finally, you sighed. âJust... thinking.â
âDangerous pastime,â he quipped, though his tone lacked its usual edge. When you didnât laugh, he frowned. âCome on, out with it. Whatâs eating you?â
You glanced at him, surprised by the genuine concern in his eyes. It wasnât often that Dean let himself be openly vulnerable, even in the smallest ways. âItâs that hunt in Nebraska,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âI screwed up, Dean. If you hadnât been there, Sam mightâveââ
âStop,â he interrupted, his tone firm but not harsh. âSamâs fine. Youâre fine. Thatâs what matters.â
âBut it was my fault,â you insisted, the guilt bubbling to the surface. âI froze up, andââ
âAnd youâre human,â he said, cutting you off again. âIt happens. Trust me, Iâve made more mistakes than I can count. You learn from it and move on.â
You shook your head, unable to meet his gaze. âI just... I donât want to be a liability. You and Sam, youâve been doing this your whole lives. I donât want to be the reason something goes wrong.â
Dean was quiet for a moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was softer than youâd ever heard it. âListen, this life? Itâs not easy. Hell, itâs damn near impossible sometimes. But youâre part of the team now, and weâve got your back. Youâre not a liability. Youâre family.â
The word hit you like a punch to the gut. Family. It was something you hadnât felt in a long time. Not since youâd lost your parents to a demon when you were a teenager. Not since youâd been hunting alone, keeping people at armâs length because getting close to anyone felt like a risk you couldnât afford to take.
Dean must have noticed the look on your face because he shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his short-cropped hair. âLook, Iâm not great at this touchy-feely stuff, but... I mean it. Youâre family. And family doesnât bail when things get tough.â
Something in you broke at those words. The tears youâd been holding back for weeks spilled over, and you quickly turned away, embarrassed. âSorry,â you mumbled, wiping at your eyes. âI didnât mean toââ
âHey,â Dean said, his voice gentle now. Before you could protest, he reached out and pulled you into a hug.
It wasnât one of those quick, awkward pats on the back youâd expect from someone like Dean. It was solid, grounding, and full of unspoken emotion. His arms were strong around you, steadying you as you let yourself cry against his chest. You could feel the warmth of his leather jacket, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the faint scent of motor oil and whiskey that clung to him like a second skin.
For a moment, the world stopped. The weight of your guilt, your fears, your lonelinessâit all seemed to fade in the safety of his embrace. Dean didnât say anything, and he didnât need to. The hug said it all: Youâre not alone. Youâre not a failure. Youâre family.
When you finally pulled away, his hands lingered on your shoulders, grounding you. âFeeling better?â he asked, his voice gruff but kind.
You nodded, swallowing hard. âYeah. Thanks, Dean.â
He gave you a small smile, the kind that didnât come around often but lit up his whole face when it did. âDonât mention it. Seriously. Ever.â
That earned a laugh from you, and the tension between you eased. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you could breathe again.
Dean patted the hood of the Impala, his way of signaling that the moment was over. âCome on,â he said, opening the passenger door. âSamâs probably eaten all the fries by now, but maybe we can grab some pie for the road.â
You climbed into the car, feeling lighter than you had in days. As the Impala roared to life and the brothers started bickering over music choices, you found yourself smiling. The road ahead would still be hard, but for the first time in a long time, you didnât feel like you were facing it alone.
Dean didnât hug often, but when he did, it mattered. And in that moment, it was exactly what you needed.
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drooling honey â sam winchester ęŚęˇ kinktober day one ; finger sucking
cw : gn!afab!reader, smut, dom-ish!sam, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), little bit of teasing, making out, finger sucking obviously, swearing, clit play, 1.1K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.
samâs hands all over you is something youâll never say no to. one envelopes the nape of your neck as he kisses you hard, and the other curls around your waist, squeezing and soothing as his tongue invades the warmth of your mouth. you hum into the kiss, pleased with having his tongue there.
you wrap your lips around it, giving it a small suck and making sam moan and squeeze your waist harder before you push your lips back against his. youâre feeling mouthy tonight, and not in the talkative way.
that cheeky action spurs sam further. he kisses you rougher and pulls you closer with the big hand on the back of your neck. you feel his teeth grazing your bottom lip, nipping at your soft skin. his tongue flicks out of your mouth to soothe over the spot, and his lips find yours again like they always, always do. god, sam kisses likes heâs trying to eat you whole.
âmissed you, baby,â he whispers gruffly against the side of your mouth, lips brushing lightly over your skin. and he can never get enough, so his tongue slips from your lips to your jaw, then to the sweet spot at your pulse point. he loves the reaction that gets out of you every time. you practically keen into him, chest pressing against his and mouth falling open as you simultaneously mourn the loss of something to fill it with and moan at the pleasure of his lips latched to the skin of your neck. he sucks with a fervor, an intent to mark, and then splays his tongue out flat, tasting your skin and sweat. and of course, he canât help but lightly rake his teeth over the spot too, making you grunt softly and tangle a hand in his hair.
the little tug you give at the nape of his neck draws out a pretty moan, and he moves further down your neck, nipping and licking and sucking his way to your collarbone. samâs hand at the back of your neck shifts, cupping your cheek with barely contained intensity. when he places his hand there, youâll often grab it and grip it for dear life or bring it to rest on your neck or chest.
what he doesnât expect to feel is your teeth on the tip of his thumb. youâre not biting, but youâre staking a claim. and as he looks up from his spot at your collarbone, you dip your head closer, and take his thumb all the way into your mouth, eyes closing in bliss.
âgod,â he chokes out, soft breath tickling your bare skin. his eyes almost roll back in his head when he feels you swirl your tongue around his thumb, just like you would with the tip of his cock. but this is different. the warm wet of your mouth around his thumb is new. itâs dirty and endearing all at once. and because he doesnât pull away or protest, you suck on it with a fervor that makes sam wonder how long youâve been wanting to do this. heâs fucking obsessed.
your head is still tilted awkwardly, so with his thumb still in your mouth and the rest of his hand splayed over your cheek and jaw, he pushes your whole face down back into the pillow. heâs not rough, but heâs not so gentle either.
âyou look so pretty like this, honey,â he coos, and he immediately knows heâll never be able to get enough of this. âmy babyâs been wanting to suck on my fingers, huh?â he asks, voice gruff and sort of teasing, but entirely pleased and in love.
âmhmm,â you hum around his thick thumb, nodding once and giving him the sort of look that you know makes him go crazy. the pads of his fingers dig lightly into the side of your neck and his jaw clenches as he debates whether to fuck you now or just watch you get all worked up as he makes you suck on his fingers. youâre already squirming underneath him, and he can hear the little huffs of breath that you push out from your nose. it's easy for him to tell that this turns you on like almost nothing else.
your whine when he pulls his thumb from your mouth is truly pathetic. he had planned to be nice and give you something better; his long pointer and middle fingers. his thumb is nice, but not nearly as filling.
but your whine means that youâre getting greedy, so instead of sweetly slipping his fingers past your lips and teeth, sam shoves them in. they hit the back of your throat with ease, and you gag a little, unprepared. then, of course, you moan lowly at the roughness of it all.
âquit whining,â sam scolds, âiâm tryna be nice to you, baby.â his two fingers are long and heavy on your tongue, perfect to suckle on and moan and drool around.
ââm sorry,â you mumble, voice throaty and words a little distorted because of his fingers. he can feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, threatening to soon spill over and dribble down your chin unless he moves his fingers away from your throat and lets you swallow. of course, he wants to see you all dirty and pathetic for him, absolutely relishing in the feeling of your drool slipping between his fingers and down his palm and your chin. he almost wants to bend down and lick the drool from your face.
âyouâre so good, drooling for me, honey,â he croons, enraptured by the view in front of him. heâs been so focused on you sucking on his fingers that heâs almost forgotten about all else for a moment. his other hand has been squeezing and massaging and pawing at your waist as he watches you, but the knowledge that his fingers in your mouth have you so squirmy gives him a better idea.
âi bet youâre so wet for me,â he murmurs, fingertips dipping past the waistline of your sweatpants and underwear to prod at your entrance. you shiver and softly whine at the feeling, more drool slipping past your lips. âjesus, sweetheart, youâre soaked,â he groans. âyou fucking love my fingers in your mouth, donât you? bet you get wet just thinking about them there, huh?â
heâs completely right. just the thought of this makes you desperate for him. and the actual thing? it's sending you reeling, it's quieting your head and like this you think you'd let him do anything to you. the tip of your tongue gently pushes against the sensitive patch of skin right between his fingers and sam holds back a groan. his other hand gathers some of your slick, agonizingly slow and soft when he presses the pads of his fingers to your clit. you gasp before clamping your lips back around his fingers and sucking harder, drinking up the pleasure of it all.
âgod, youâre gonna kill me, sweetheart,â he pants, immediately pressing harder against your pretty nub to make you moan and drool and arch your back for him. âiâm gonna fuck you, baby,â he tells you. âand youâre gonna suck on my fingers the whole time and itâs gonna make you cum so hard, isnât it?â
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COSTUME s.winchester
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SAM WINCHESTER X FEM!READER
đđ A/N - this is my first ever time writing about sucking dick, please be nice to me, i'll cry.
đđ 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.
đđ 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 đŠˇ
"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. "samâ"
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 youâ"
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 whileâshitâsucking 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.
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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.Â
AN: Surprise! After writing Rest for Dean, equal parts hurt/comfort and fluff, Iâve been itching to do some âearly morningâ fluff for SamâŚ
Word Count:Â 700
Warnings: 18+ only for smuttishness. Fluff and feels.
Unlike Dean, Sam isnât one to be sentimental.
It doesnât mean he doesnât care. On the contrary, he hordes and treasures memories in his mind, rather than on his shelves.
It also means heâs 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 dadâs journal is a useful resource, not just a record of the manâs most significant words, and in some ways, his legacy.
Samâs 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 youâve put up to showcase his books, alongside yours (complete with âcuteâ little bookends you found at a flea market in town); and in the extra fuzzy blankets and smaller pillows youâve bought, not only because theyâre comfortable, but because they help âpull the room together,â in your words.
Sam had to snort at that one. Somehow, he doesnât 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. Â
âAwake already?â you grumble at him.
âYeah. Waiting for you.â
âHnnmmmmm.â
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.
âNo fair,â 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.
Samâs 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. Â Â
âYou awake yet?â 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.
âIf Iâm not, this is one hell of a dream,â 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.
âBaby, we havenât even started yet.â
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Sam sank down on the edge of the bed. He couldn't resist gently running his hand over your shoulder in a loving gesture and smiling at your tousled hair on the pillow. You immediately stirred at his touch and blinked awake, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.
"Hi," he whispered, smiling.
You stretched a little and snuggled back under the covers, not tearing your eyes from him. "You've been gone for so long and all you have to say is 'hi'?" you said, pouting.
He laughed lightly. "I was gone two days," he said.
"Yeah. So long," you repeated.
"I'm so sorry. Let me try again." Sam cleared his throat dramatically and affected a bad British accent. "My love, my darling, my dearest, I missed you so much I thought I would die. May I please come to bed so I can hold you all night? You are the wind beneath my wings and the sugar in my tea!"
You couldn't help giggling a little. "I guess so," you sighed.
"You guess so?!" he laughed. "I just did all that and I get an 'I guess so'?!"
"I'm sorry, my love, my darling, my dearest," you responded, laughing.
"Alright," Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "Move over." You obliged and he slipped in under the covers with you, immediately pulling you into him and wrapping his arm around you.
"Sam?"
"Hmm?"
"I really did miss you."
He smiled and planted a kiss on your forehead, holding you more tightly. "I missed you too." Prompt: "You've been gone for so long and all you have to say is 'hi'?"
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