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seriesxwriting · 2 years ago

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You’re my priority

Pairing- sammy Winchester x reader

Series- supernatural

Summary- you and Sam just took the next step and moved into a house together, but your neighbours are not all they say they are.

Warnings- typical supernatural warnings, kissing and swearing.

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We brought out house two weeks ago. The neighbourhood was stunning and it was such a tight community which is exactly what I wanted. The bunker had a lot of great memories but we needed our own space at this point. So we brought a house. The house of our dreams.

Knock knock

“Sammy there’s someone at the door!” I yelled out from the study. I couldn’t hear any answer from him meaning he was more than likely in the basement. I rolled my eyes pushing back on my chair and getting up to go to the door just as another knock came thundering through. “Just a sec!” I yelled quickening my pace.

“Hey neighbour!” There was a couple standing on my doorstep with a cake in their hands and grins on their faces. Sams footsteps appeared behind me as he appeared from the basement. He looked at me and then at our visitors. “Hi, what brings you round?” He smile walking over and wrapping his arm round my waist as I lent on the door.

“Oh just to say welcome, I’m Darren and this is Sharon” the man introduced, they were slightly older than us and a lot more forward than we were used to especially growing up how we did always on the road. “Would you like to come in for a tea or something” I offered but the couples shoot their heads. “Extremely kind of you but we’re just here to drop this off while the adverts are on- we’re watching tipping point” Sharon giggled pushing the cake into my hands.

“Much appreciated, how long have you lived there?” Sammy interrogated like he was on a hunt. Old habits I guess. “Few years” he shrugged, I noticed that his eyes looked to the upper right. He was lying. Me and Sammy looked at each other suggesting we needed to wrap this up. “Are you a married couple?” “Nope just partners” I shook my head “well the cake is extremely thoughtful thank you, but we both have a lot of work to get on with hopefully we will see you around” I smiled reaching for the door.

“Oh, you will” she nodded before grabbing Darren’s hand beginning to step away. “Bye now” I waved as I closed the door. “I don’t trust them” I waddled into the kitchen putting the cake down. He put his head on the side following me and laughed gently “forward neighbours? Isn’t that what we wanted” he questioned bringing me forward by my hips. “There’s something about them sam they’re forward in a different way- didn’t you see how he was lying about how long he’d lived here for?”

“That could be for a number of reasons” he told me trying to comfort me. “Don’t ruin this by over thinking, it’s what you’ve always wanted hun we’re here, we’re living it, we’ve done it” sam told me before laying a kiss on my head. “I don’t want to ruin this Sam, but I’ve learnt to trust my gut” “then trust me, your safe”. I sighed looking up at the love of my life. “Fine, I’ll give them a chance” “you don’t have to give them a chance just give this place a chance- normality a chance”

“Haven’t we got a werewolf locked up In our basement?” I chew on my lip biting back a laugh while Sam thought of something to say back. “Let’s face it this is about as normal as it gets” he shrugged sniggering, giving up on trying to win the debate. “Well I think I figured out who the accomplice was on the case and I have the location of the house” I walked into my study and Sam followed me again becoming intrigued. “Lana Sandstone” I called out passing him the file.

“This is amazing stuff y/n” sam widened his eyes and his smile flicking through the pages. “Ugh I love you so much your super” he leant down to quickly kiss my plump, pink lips as I giggled at the compliments. “Do you want me to come with you?” “I’m gonna call Dean, I’m a bit anxious about leaving the werewolf at home alone” “want me to try get more answers?” “No that’s alright hun, we will see if this accomplice has loser lips” Sam smiled at me. “Be careful Sam, you know there’s no cure” “I’m always carful love”.

He leant down and kissed my cheek “stay safe too, if he escapes call me immediately” “Sammy I can deal with one werewolf penned in” “I know you can, but you don’t need to”. Sams phone began ringing and I saw deans name flash up “I love you, see you later love” he squeezed my hand before walking off answering his phone to his brother. Seems I’d finished the work I was doing I was now free. The life of a hunter. Wasn’t for everyone but it was for me. It was for Sam, it was for Dean.

I missed Sam already I hated letting him go on hunts without me but he was right in this situation. The last thing we needed was the werewolf downstairs breaking free and trashing our house or potentially killing somebody else. I entered our living room in the back of the house and sat myself on the sofa pressing on the tv. It was a little into the afternoon at this point so I was beginning to get tired.

Thud

My head snapped up to accumulate some thoughts on what that sound was. It wasn’t the werewolf because he was in the basement, this sound came from above. Swinging my legs off the sofa I began to leave the living room and ascend my stairs. “Hello?” I called out, when I got no answer I started to fear I was just being paranoid. I opened the door to mine and sam’s bedroom. Sure enough a photo had been knocked off the side table and the window was now wide open.

“What the fuck” I whispered to myself taking a knife out of my thigh strap. “Whoever’s in my house you’ve made a terrible mistake” I shouted edging towards the window. I slammed it shut before taking precautions checking the room. It was clear. I went out into the hallway to check the other bedrooms when something maliciously attempted to attack me from behind. I whipped around to block it and ended up struggling against a drooling, chomping vampire. When I realised who it was my anger stirred up. The fucking neighbour.

“Sharron?” I frowned unsurprised, pushing back against her, the fangs were still out trying to bite me. She was feral. “You think you hunters can just move into my neighbourhood?” She growled trying to pull my neck toward her disgusting teeth. “You don’t deserve to own a house” I kneed her skilfully in the stomach pushing back on her as she fell to the carpet. I put a knee on her wrist and aimed my knife to her neck to slash but something grabbed my wrist from behind so hard bruises were going to form. “No” Darren snarled, I caught sight of his fangs before he smashed my head into my wall. Knocking me out.

I screamed myself awake a little later from the excruciating pain of a blow torch being used on my arm. “Ahh there she is, finally”. The weapon was abruptly moved away from me and i could finally breathe again. Through my tear stained eyes I saw the couple standing in front of me. “Where’s the Winchester?” Sharron quizzed me before I’d even come to. “He’s on his way to cut your heads off” I spat, squinting my eyes at them. “Where’s the Winchester” she asked again, two seconds before pressing down on the burn I now had. “UGHH- fuck YOU” I shouted struggling against the ropes they used to tie me down.

“You really not going to talk?” Darren raised his eyebrow coming closer to me with his disgusting breath ticking my nose. “I knew something was off with you two”, Darren seemed to find that funny. He chuckled drawing away from me “do you know the level of disrespect? Huh? That hunters are living opposite me! Not any hunters either, a Winchester!!” He screamed out of pure anger, his face grew red as if he was a tomato. “Imagine how pissed off I am- considering I was right about you both” I frowned leaning up to him.

A slap landed across my face but that was nothing I could hack having grown up a hunter. “She’s not going to talk” Darren scoffed looking over at Sharon, she frustratedly bit her lip shaking her head. “Let’s just go ahead with plan B then” she heartlessly shrugged her shoulders. “Why are you doing this? Why are you in a house with just two of you” “Because the rest of our group were killed by shallow hunters like you” she snapped at me. “We merely got away with our lives” “you call this living? Feeding on innocent victims”

“You have to do what you have to do to survive, do you think we wanted this to begin with?” “No probably not” I shook my head against the plastic mattress under me. “But I bet you love it now, you wouldn’t go back and change it even if you could” I tensed tensing trying to get past the ropes. “Listen up bitch, your right when Sharon transformed me my life became instantly better” Darren grabbed my chin putting my face to the side. “I love being a vampire and your going to love it too” he snarled as his fangs came out and he leant down. “NO! No!” I grabbed at his shirt best I could to desperately pull him away from me.

His fangs magnetically attached to my neck and I let out a blood curdling scream. His hand came over to my mouth force feeding me his blood from a cut made by Sharon. I bit down hard on his finger choking on his blood as I began to feel really faint. Sharron began to stride over but from the corner of my eye I caught sight of the door being burst open. I saw him. My saviour my partner. Sam Winchester. He held a machete in his right hand and a gun in the left. As Darren was distracted i elbowed him away from me and Sharon darted towards sammy.

He dodge her hand and I saw his face as he realised she was a vampire. He pushed her towards the wall by her neck disregarding the gun that dropped to the floor. He looked over at me with blood dripping down my neck and mouth, tears running down my face. In that instant Darren raced towards Sam. He swept his right leg back and kicked him backwards. The vampire fell back into a shelf dropping all the items on his head. Sharron pushed Sam and then punched him in the stomach. She went to punch again but his machete came down chopping her hand off.

She was in so much shock no sound came from her mouth, with another swift move Sam cut off her head just as Darren was stirring. He let out an involuntary wail of pain from his partners death and the anger tripped inside of him. Charging at Sam letting out a shout. I pulled against the ropes still wiggling to get them down my body and set me free. Sammy barged Darren into the wall with his shoulder but he dug sharp nails into his arm before elbowing Sam in the face. My heart raced watching the man I love in a fight this close to me while I could do nothing but try and escape.

“You’ll pay for what you did to Sharon! She was my everything!” He shouted with obvious tears in his eyes. Sam swept Darren’s feet and he fell to the ground. “So it’s okay for you to kidnap and try to kill my everything? Your a fucking hypocrite and your scum” Sam spat towering over him, miraculously I managed to get out of the ropes. I let out a happy gasp finally being free. “Say hi to Sharon in purgatory for me” Sam spat, Darren tried to get up but the Winchester swung the blade cutting off his head watching it roll onto the ground.

I kinda just sat there for a moment taking in everything that had just happened. When I came back to it sam was right next to me, I didn’t even see him cross over. “I’m so so sorry I didn’t believe you y/n- I’m so sorry hun” he whispered pulling me instantly into a hug. He was covered in blood but that was just the norm, plus he looked hot. Tightly I wrapped my arms round him exhaling in his ear knowing I was safe. “You wanted a normal home life- I understand” “your an amazing hunter, I should have trusted your gut” Sam argued back.

“I am an amazing hunter” I shrugged laughing a little. “How’d you know I was here?” “Because I’m an amazing hunter too” Sam joined in chuckling under his breath still crouched in front of me. “I couldn’t find you, your phone was on the sofa but our photo was smashed in our bedroom and there was blood in the hallway where you knife was scattered, when I saw it I instantly remembered what you said about these two” Sam eyed the dead bodies on the floor. “Is- the werewolf still locked away- wait did you get your info?”

“The werewolf is fine and we can talk about the case later hun, I’m not worried about that right now” his thumb rubbed my thigh. “Thank you for being here sam” I smiled holding his face with my right hand, he gently nuzzled against me. “I love you y/n you’re my priority always, now i need to sort your bite out then I can take you home” “she’s the sire” I pointed to Sharon’s body. “Perfect” Sam nodded making his way over to the body to get some of her blood for the cure. “Sammy?” “Mm” he hummed stopping the task for me.

“I love you too”

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maddiehu7 · 10 months ago

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One shot ( castielxreader )

Warning : smut

Rating : mature

Summary : The Winchesters go out on a dangerous hunt and send cas to watch there little sister back at the bunker except he dose a little more than watch

"I don't need anybody to watch me cas I'm 23" I say looking at him annoyed

"Sorry y/n Dean and Sam in trusted me to look after you so I'm staying" he says with an apologetic look on his handsome face, I start getting mad but then I think maybe this could be fun

"Fine but if your staying then we're gonna have some fun" I say smiling mischievously cas swallows his Adam's apple bobbing up and down which is all manners of hot instead of grabbing him and kissing him like I want to I say

"I'll be right back" smiling I walk away to my room to grab every board and card game I could find and bring it all back to cas who has a confused look on his face

"Game night!" I shout plopping all the games on the table in front of cas who's sitting down looking at the games quizzically

"What is this stuff" he says bringing one of the games towards him

"Don't tell me you've never heard of board games" I say in dramatic shock putting my hand to my heart

"No" cas says looking embarrassed I smile he's so cute

"Well that changes tonight" I pull a chair over next to him and sit down I notice cas inhale sharply at the close proximity and smirk to myself, I pick up monopoly and hold it up to him and smile

~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~

"Ugh not fair! how do I run out of money every time" I say frowning flopping back in my seat cas smiles in victory

"Another round?" Cas asks I look over at him with a "really" look on my face he laughs

"It's getting late anyway don't you need sleep?" he says

"Night owl like my brothers i guess" I say looking over at him I meet his gorgeous crystal blue eyes and get lost in them before I hear him calling my name

"You ok" I snap out of my trance and nod blushing

"Why is your face red" cas says confusion written on his face I get even redder more embarrassed that he noticed

"Um noth-nothing" I stutter and get up saying I need to get a glass of water I speed walk into the kitchen facing the sink I put my hands on ether side of it and close my eyes taking a deep breath suddenly I feel a breeze behind me when I turn around I see cas looking down at me

"Oh uh hey cas whatcha doing" he just keeps looking into my eyes quizzically like he was studying my every emotion I wonder what he's thinking when I look away he pulls my face back by my chin

"Cas" I whisper he slowly leans into me closing his eyes and pushing his lips against mine I tense us not knowing if this is a good idea but after a couple seconds I can't help but relax into his kisses I moan softly opening my mouth more enabling him to push his hot wet tongue into my mouth who knew making out with an angel could feel so dirty, he suddenly pulls away to which I groan from the loss of contact

"Are you sure you want this" he looks at me seriously caressing my face softly I nod eagerly going to kiss him again when he pulls away

" I need to hear you say it y/n" he says looking me in the eyes

"Yes please cas" he smirks lowly

"Good girl" a pool of wetness spreads between my legs with just those 2 words coming from his godly mouth

"Fuck me" I sigh loudly his smirk widens

"Soon but for now" he says in his deep baritone voice before reaching down to kiss me again I smash my lips against his desperate for any kind of touch from this teasing angel he smiles through our kiss his hands run up and down my curves settling at my hips where he lifts me up onto the counter as if I weigh nothing I yelp in surprise which makes him laugh

"Oh shut up" I say laughing back before pulling him back into me grasping at the baby hairs on his neck he groans making me even more turned on he starts playing with the hem of my shirt before finally lifting it over my head looking at my body like no one ever has before I start to feel self conscious and go to cover up with my hands

"No don't, your the most beautiful thing I've ever had the pleasure of looking at" he says pushing my hands away I smile shyly at him not believing how lucky I got to have him in my life, he looks all over my body running his hands over my stomach grasping my hips and pulling me into him so that our bodies are pressed tightly together

"Your turn" I say he looks confused until i push his coat off his muscular shoulders I start unbuttoning his shirt slowly with my forehead pressed against his when I reach the bottom I pull back pushing his shirt of him softly admiring every part of his chest I start exploring his heavenly body with my hands touching every part of him I could he inhales throwing his head back closing his eyes in pleasure I look up at him loving the expression on his face I jump down which makes him look back down at me I grab his hips and switch our positions he looks at me wondering what I'm doing I look up at him smirking, I lean into his neck peppering kisses up and down his throat putting my hands on his shoulders running them up and down his chest scratching him lightly he groans looking at me with so much lust in his eyes it sends a shiver down my spine I lower myself onto my knees slowly kissing around his chest on the way down I put my hands on both his thighs looking at him silently asking for permission he nods yes practically begging me to continue I smirk putting my hands on his belt buckle undoing it painfully slow I pull it out of the loops throwing it somewhere to the side I then go to his pants undoing them equally as slow

"Y/n please" he begs me to hurry, for something anything

"Patiences cas" I continue smirking up at him he groans lowly I finally undo his pants and pull them down with his underwear making his cock bounce free, god he's big I think to myself, I slowly lean towards him licking the tip slowly making cas gasp feeling my wet tongue on him after all the anticipation was better than heaven I move my mouth to take him all using my hand for the part I couldn't fit sucking him slowly my hand rubbing him up and down looking up at him I see him looking at me a moaning mess grasping my hair in his hands guiding me up and down he holds me at the base of him a little to long making me choke he let's go a little allowing me to breathe its so hot seeing him submissive and dominant at the same time I reach down to touch myself before he pulls me off him in a huff

"No y/n let me do that let me touch you" he says breathing heavy I nod standing up he runs his hands down the back of my thighs picking me up I wrap my legs around his naked waist having shorts on I can feel his cock poking my thigh and inhale deeply kissing him hard he walks with me over to the couch and lays me down slowly falling down with me he slides one hand up my body till he reaches the backside of my bra unclasping it throwing it to the side he pulls back to look at me his mouth parting slightly his eyes roaming my breasts he moves his hand to cup my breast massaging it flicking my harding nipple I moan loudly him watching my every move in delight he slowly moves his hand lower and lower till he reaches my shorts waistband playing with the fabric there

"Come on cas please" I say whiningly

"Patience y/n" he smirks using my own words against me what an ass I think trying to hide my smile, he finally pulls my shorts down with my underwear leaving me bare infront of this gorgeous man he looks at my wet pussy lowering himself to face me

"Father your amazing" he sighs out I smile down at him he lowers himself more and kisses my clit slowly I groan throwing my head back in pleasure

"Fu-fuck" I mutter from the built up pleasure he smirks into me licking my pussy with expertise he brings his fingers up to me massaging my clit well licking me up and down slowly, sensually he looks up into my eyes groaning seeing the pleasure he was bring me it vibrated right through me almost making me cum on the spot he notices and pulls of me making me whine

"Not yet I wanna cum together" he crawls up my body pushing my legs up around his waist

"How are you so good at this" I laugh breathless he smiles down at me his hand goes to his cock he looks at me asking for permission

"Yes" I whisper practically begging him he smiles and leans his head against mine he leads his cock to my entrance pushing in slowly making sure not to hurt me we both groan out loudly as he sheathes himself in me fully he pulls back to look me in the eyes as he starts pushing in and out of me we both turn into moaning messes fast as he starts going at me harder and harder with angelic speed he suddenly flips me over with a flick of his hand and starts pounding into me from the back he grabs my hair with his hand pulling my head up I moan loudly as he's huffing out groans left and right I start to feel my orgasm build and build until he leans over me and turns my head with the hand that's in my hair and kisses me still thrusting into me suddenly my orgasm rushes over me taking me by surprise I groan out into his mouth loudly I squeeze his cock tightly as my orgasm rakes my body at this he thrusts hard a few more times before cuming right after me spilling his seed in me moaning loudly he thrusts softly a few times to ride us down from our highs beofre pulling out laying down beside me

"Your amazing you know that" he smiles into my neck I laugh spent

"Mh maybe" I say smiling he laughs with me he snaps his finger and a blanket appears he spreads it around the both of us cuddling into me I smile I could get use to this

"I love you y/n" he says looking at me nervous of what I'll say back

"I love you to cas" I say smiling brighter than I ever remember being able to he leans his forehead into mine smiling with me we both fall into a comfortable sleep

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boywifesammy · 11 months ago

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ok guys since im committing to this wincest VN idea…

#oc #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #samdean #ok this is entirely a wild idea at this point #but i wanna try to get the base idea & mechanics down before i go through with it #rn im leaning towards a short stanford era x reader case fic sort of VN #ok edit i am now considering the legalities of this and its not looking good fellas 😭#i will do more resesrch into it

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cains-daughters · 4 months ago

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#writers on tumblr #readers #fanfiction #smut writing #short story #long reads #tvd fanfiction #supernatural x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #damon salvatore x y/n #monster fucker

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liquid-beepers · 1 year ago

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Sam Winchester x reader comfort fluff

(Warning! Body image issues) (This is REALLY short and cheesy ;-; sorry)

You weren’t feeling yourself today, something about today just made you feel oddly insecure. You weren’t usually insecure or worried about how you looked, you just were never that type of person, until today, that is.

You looked into your mirror and sighed, “Maybe it’s the lighting in here, these lights are old.” you say to yourself, you lived with the boys in the bunker, so it wasn’t surprising that those lights are old.

You twirled slowly in front of the mirror looking for something, anything to explain why you didn’t like the way you looked.

‘Is it my jeans? Is it my shirt? Does something not fit right? Is it my hair? A blemish? What is it?’ Thoughts swarmed your head like like flies. You had no choice but to lie down and over-think to yourself silently.

Sam passed your room, noticing that your door was open. You rarely kept your door open, so this was odd. He slowly peeked his head in to see if you were okay and if you wanted to go and get food with him.

“Hey um,” He noticed tears streaming down your face. “Oh my god! Are you okay, (---)?” he asked, very concerned.

You sat up quickly and wiped your tears away, “I’m fine! I’m fine.” you replied.

Sam sighed, “You don’t look fine,” he said as he joined you on the edge of your bed. “So tell me, what’s wrong?”

You rubbed your temples, “I just... ugh, nevermind, you’ll just make fun of me.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you tell me anything, but I want you to know I wouldn’t ever make fun of things that upset you.” Sam said in a soft voice.

You leaned on his shoulder and unexpected sobs ripped from your chest as you explained why you were crying and how you felt, “I just... feel gross when I look into a mirror and like there’s something wrong with how I look. I just can’t shake the feeling that I look ugly or something.”

Sam frowns and nods, “But do you realize how I see you?”

You look up at Sam in confusion and he laughs, “You’re the most gorgeous person I know, (---). I can’t even look at you sometimes without blushing.”

Your face starts to heat up and you just stare at him, utterly shocked at his words. You and Sam were close friends, but had a little crush on him, and you never expected Sam of all people to say that you were “gorgeous” and that he blushed when he looked at you.

“Sorry... Was that a little too forward?” he asks shyly, looking deeply into your eyes.

“No not all, Sam. I just am shocked that you think of me this way.” You laugh out awkwardly.

Sam gently takes your face in his hands, “Who wouldn’t,” he smiles widely while his cheeks get rosier by the second. “May I... kiss you?” he asks suddenly, brushing your hair out of your face.

You nod frantically as he pulls your face into a short, passionate kiss. His lips taste minty and fresh mixed with the taste of beer on his breath.

“I love you, you’re perfect,” Sam whispers into your ear as he holds you close. “Let’s just stay like this for a while.”

#sam winchester #spn #supernatural x reader #fanfic #spnfandom #sam x reader #cheesyfic #short fanfic

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aterimber · 1 year ago

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l1tw1ck · 10 months ago

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can I request a sam winchester x top male reader, where's he's really needy, that man is so AUGHHH, I just want to take care of him 🫡

bottom Sam x top!masc reader

cw: consensual somnophilia, dry humping, coming in pants, fingering

Sam wakes up sweating with his cock rock hard. He had a really nice dream about you. He turns around and looks at you, sleeping soundly. He doesn't want to wake you up and you've already given him consent to do whatever he wants while you're asleep. His cheeks warm up as he thinks about what you said. How you get turned on when you think about him using your body how he pleases. That thought only makes him needier so he pulls back the covers and seats himself on your lap. Sam starts grinding down on you, breathing like he just finished running a marathon. He moans your name like a broken record. He feels so perverted, getting off by grinding against your sleeping body, but he can't stop himself.

You open your eyes and smile when you realize what's happening. "Does humping my cock feel good, baby?" Your morning voice both startles and arouses him.

"Yes– it feels so good.." Sam moans. "Gonna come..."

"Can I help?" Sam nods. You stick two of your fingers in his mouth and he gladly sucks on them. Once you're satisfied with the amount of saliva on your fingers, you pull them out and pull on the band on the back of Sam's boxers. You gently push your fingers into his puckered hole, already soft from yesterday, one by one. He moans, a string of cum spurting out of his cock. Sam's expression makes him look like a succubus. He whines, the rest of his load painting his grey underwear white. He's still hard.

He looks at you with half lidded eyes. "I..I need more." He tugs on the band of your underwear.

"You know you don't have to ask."

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sirens-sanctuary · 1 year ago

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samsno1 · 11 months ago

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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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Miss…”

“Y/N” You filled in the gap.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” He asked

Dean laughed lightly and looked at his brother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You screamed and banged at the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Basically, yeah” Dean said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is she buried?” Dean questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, it was” He confirmed, smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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zeppelinlvr · 3 months ago

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"Better?" "Much"

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: waking up next to Dean and getting ready with him

Notes: I promise I'll give Sam some love after this, I love the idea that Dean acts like a dad when he gets up, hacking, coughing, groaning, the whole nine yards. I wanted to thank you guys again for all of the support, you're all so sweet! 💗💗

warnings: cursing, dean and reader playfully argue, kissing, lots of fluff, reader goes to the bathroom while dean is in there, but I promise its nothing gross or weird 😔

w.c: 1k

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The rising sun shone through a crack in the curtains of the motel room. You stirred awake, the light managing to hit you right in the eye. Dean lay next to you, softly snoring, drooling lightly and laying in a position that couldn't possibly be comfortable. You grimaced for him and the thought of how bad his neck was going to hurt when he woke up.

Sam was already awake, he still sat in his pajamas but he was sipping on a cup of coffee and had his computer open, researching as he typically did. He noticed you waking up and gave you a soft smile, not wanting to wake Dean.

You weren't exactly an early riser so you cuddled into Dean, burying your face into his side, trying to block out the light. You found yourself struggling to breathe and let out a sigh, knowing you weren't going to be able to fall back asleep.

Dean groaned as he awoke, grunting as his vision cleared and he noticed your face smushed into him.

“You trying to smell my pits or something?” he said with a small laugh, his voice slightly hoarse from having just woke up

“Love the pheromones” you replied sarcastically and brought your head up to look at him.

His hair was tousled and he had pushed half of the blanket off the bed in his sleep but he looked handsome as ever. Your hair was a mess, the shirt you slept in was twisted around your body, and your sleep shorts were riding up like crazy but Dean still thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, simultaneously enjoying how your legs and ass looked when your shorts rode up.

Both of you were wild sleepers, flipping around in the night, blankets and pillows being pushed off the bed, Dean waking up in a panic when you would jerk in your sleep, and you hitting Dean with your pillow when his snores would grow too loud. The two of you would go to bed cuddling every night and wake up with your arm sprawled over his face and his legs on your side of the bed. Neither of you would have it any other way.

You moved yourself so your head rested on his chest, he brought his arm around you and placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“What's our next move Sammy?” Dean asked, “you found anything yet?”

“There's signs of vampires in Carterville Missouri, it’ll take us about five hours to get there though, so we should head out soon.”

“I can get us there in four, as long as grandma here doesn't have to pee every half hour” he said as he motioned towards you.

“I’m not the one who needs to stop for snacks constantly” you defended “and since you want to be Kevin Harvick with how fast you drive, you can make up the lost time from my bathroom breaks”

“Why do you guys just wake up arguing?” Sam asked

“We didnt, he kissed me then we started arguing” you defended with a sweet smile

“Yeah, come on Sam” Dean added

The two of you received an eye roll from Sam “go get ready, we can leave in an hour” he told both of you.

Dean sat up with a loud groan earning a response of “You sound like a father and you're not even one” from you.

“What are you talking about”

“All dads sound like they're dying when they get out of bed, all that loud groaning and back popping makes me think you need to go to the chiropractor.” you told him

“Alright sweetheart” he responded not even bothering to give in to what you were talking about, and gave you a kiss. You scrunched your nose after he pulled away.

“You need to brush your teeth” you giggled

“Same goes for you”

The two of you got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth at the same time. Dean was at it again with his noises, he was hacking and spitting like there was no tomorrow while he brushed his teeth.

“Jesus, you dont have to kill yourself with the toothbrush you know” You told him after you rinsed your mouth out.

“Teeth won’t be clean if I don't brush em like this” he told you, muffled by his mouth full of toothpaste.

“Okay Dean, I’m gonna pee while you finish up” you said and sat down on the toilet, Dean gave you a nod with his toothbrush still dangling out of his mouth. You scoffed and then laughed at him, unable to take him seriously with his extensive morning routine.

“You look so helpless when you pee” he said

“What are you talking about” you asked with a laugh

“You just sit there like you're waiting for a bus, it makes me feel bad” he explained “at least I can stand up and put my hand on the wall or something.”

You shook your head at his observation, laughing at how ridiculous it was.

The two of you finished up in the bathroom and made your way to your bags to get changed. Sam went to the bathroom to clean up, having already changed. You opted for a tee shirt, jeans, and a jacket you had stolen from Dean. Dean put on attire similar to yours, adding a few more layers than you had chosen to.

Dean made his way over to you and kissed you sweetly, his lips lips plush against yours. He brought one of his hands up to the side of your head, toying with your hair with his fingers. He placed his other hand on your waist, rubbing his thumb back and forth along your hip. You brought your hand under his shirt, lightly scratching along his back, earning a soft groan from him. You knew he was a sucker for you scratching his back, always asking you to when the two of you laid in bed, or after he'd had a long day. You smiled into the kiss at the noise he had made. Your moment with Dean, that was much needed by both of you, was cut short by Sam clearing his throat, your face heated upon hearing him and you quickly pulled away from Dean.

“My breath better?” Dean asked a grin playing at his face

“Much” you told him with a small smile, his minty taste still lingering on your lips.

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bunnysbrainrot · 1 year ago

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Size Matters

Kinktober Prompt: Size kink

Relationship: Sam Winchester x Reader

Content: Explicit sexual scenes, oral (f receiving), creampie (wrap it up, kids), dirty talk, rough sex, dom Sam, fluffy/funny aftercare (it’s crucial)

Summary: Your plan for making the boys dinner goes awry, leaving you alone with Sam in his bedroom, and coming to terms with a kink that only Sam Winchester can fulfill.

A/N: 🤭

"C'mon,' you strain, reaching for a high shelf in the cabinet. Apparently Sam and Dean didn't find a need for a stepladder in the bunker. Your calves screech in protest as you reach for a jar of pasta sauce, your fingers brush the bottle, but not enough purchase to grab it.

A long arm reaches above your head, grabbing the sauce in a large, familiar hand. Sam hands you the jar with a smile.

You took it from his hands and chide, "Not everyone's as vertically gifted as you and your brother, you know. Y'could be more inclusive and invest in a stepstool."

He leans against the counter you'd been setting ingredients on. Sam's eyes scan over your form as you open the pasta sauce.

"You know you can ask us for help, right?"

"I was gonna make dinner for us, I didn't want to make you guys help me," you reply Sam stands fully now and looks over your shoulder. You crane your neck to look up at him, "How's the weather up there?"

Sam chuckles lightly, "You know, I could tease you about your height. It'd be pretty easy."

You turn back to the counter and place freshly-washed vegetables on a cutting board. Unsheathing a knife from the knife block, you keep conversation with Sam.

"I don't have a problem with being short," you bump your hip sideways into Sam's leg. He does the same to you, except the direct strike in the ribs knocks you off balance, stumbling over.

He's able to snatch you up to safety before you bust your ass on the floor. Now cradled in Sam's arms, a rush of comfort comes over you in his stable grip. His hands catch your waist, with his long fingers spreading broad across your torso. Fuck, together they could probably go around most of your waist, and those fingers...

You snap out of your stupor to find Sam smiling down at you. His eyes linger on yours long enough for your mind to wander, wondering who would lean in first. Stolen glances at each other's lips, hitched breath, low-lidded eyes, it was a perfect concoction for Sam to kiss you.

Beneath him, you're so delicate in his arms, as if you'll break if he isn't careful. It was in his own reflexes to catch you, but the feelings that rushed through him afterwards were something deeper. Almost instinctive that in any moment with you like this, hushed and ogling, would lead to something more. Forget dinner, he thought, he could just order something for delivery.

At least, after he's done with you.

"Sam," you whisper. Maybe you hadn't been paying attention, but his face is now just inches from your own.

He finds himself leaned over further, close enough to share the same air, breaths mixing.

You smile nervously, and to your relief Sam gives one of his own. But he doesn't break away - doesn't help you to your feet to cut vegetables for the dinner you were kindly making for him. It couldn't matter much now that he's holding you like this.

"Sorry," he replies, barely audible. You wave your hands in dismissal and place them around his neck. The air shifts as the movement brings you ever closer, your lips no more than three inches away from Sam's.

"It's okay," you whisper. Soft, hazel eyes wander over your face and flicker to your lips, seemingly stuck there until Sam takes a risk he'd been waiting for.

Relief washes over you when his lips meet yours. After all this time, it turns out that he had the guts to break this tension, and everything that had been bottled up could now overflow. You let a deep hunger overtake your body, purely going on instinct as Sam embraces you. Sam sighs into your kiss and swallows a moan it drew from your throat, whiny and eager.

Sam nips at your bottom lip, tugging at it tentatively with his teeth. You do the same in response, only harder. Testing the waters. Usually a dangerous game, especially with a Winchester.

Your hands had made their way to his broad shoulders - his lean muscles flexing and stretching as he moves his hands over you, meandering from your waist, spanning from your shoulder blades to the top of your ass. His fingers toy with the fabric of your clothes, like he was trying to unwrap a present too early and didn't want to rip the packaging.

“Not here,” Sam says, his words slurring like a love-drunk fool, “Can’t do this here.”

He breaks the kiss and leaves you panting for more; there's a new darkness in his stare, one that makes you shudder. You give him a smile, wiggling in his grip to the pasta sauce jar, and shut it closed.

“What about dinner?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “You seem like you have other plans.”

He was caught red handed, but you weren’t declining the advances. If anything you spurred them on as much as he did.

Sam slowly releases you from his grip, setting you stably on your feet. Not once have his eyes left you, even if you weren’t paying attention - Sam was set on this goal, you’d given him the ‘yes’ he needed, and he intended to make good on his commitment.

Patience was wearing thin for Sam. He ogles at the sight of you bent at the waist, putting the pasta sauce and veggies back in the fridge. The curve of your ass sucks him in whole, as if there were nothing else in the room.

A hand settles on your ass from behind, cupping and kneading gently. You let out a shuddering exhale before standing and turning to Sam.

The softness of your voice surprises you, “Where do you want me?”

The ball was in his court. Sam looks you over coolly, his hands kept to themselves in his pants pockets. Your eyes drift lower and pause on the large bulge in Sam’s pants, straining slightly against his thick jeans.

“My bedroom,” he said plainly.

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There was little time to brace yourself for Sam’s next move. You're pressed against the wall before you can protest, although you wouldn’t dare object to this.

Sam grips the backs of your thighs and lifts you up, wedging your hips with his own, keeping you steady. A new hardness presses against your core as Sam juts his hips into you, pure instinct taking over his movements. His cock twitches in his jeans - he needs to watch his cock sink into you, to watch your face contort in bliss when he bottoms out in your pussy.

There was nothing small about Sam Winchester - he's a Goliath of a man, towering over you at any given time, with thick broad muscles that send a rushing heat to your sex. If your intrusive thoughts ever won, you were sure he could toss you around like it was nothing.

But now, you didn’t have much choice but to stay pinned to the wall, where you and Sam both grind your hips desperately, letting out lilted moans and grunts against each other’s skin.

The friction on your swelling clit was rough and warm, with Sam's cock perfectly nestled atop your drenched slit. Each rough push shot pleasure through your core, but it wasn’t enough for your aching cunt.

“If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?” he emphasized. You shook your head at him. You wouldn’t break so easily, but if anyone were to shatter you apart, it could happily be Sam.

Your lips found his ear, after staining yourself up his long torso, “I’m not gonna break that easily, don’t worry.”

“Oh, yeah?” his voice deepened as his lips found your neck, eagerly nipping at your skin and making you whine. "Let's test that theory."

You gripped the hem of your shirt and shimmied it over your head, casting it to the floor carelessly.

Sam’s eyes trail over your chest, still beautifully bound by your bra. Their softness served as an undeniable invitation for his mouth to lower. He dips his head to greedily nip and suckle at the supple skin, leaving red and purple splotches in his wake.

You grip at his hair, urgently tugging him closer, as if the direct contact could never be enough to satisfy. Each of your soft moans is echoed with a low groan from Sam’s chest. He had doubled over, completely encapsulating you in his clean scent, now thick with a lustful musk.

Two fingers found the band of your bra, unclipping it with the utmost ease, and cast it to the floor with your shirt. Through panting breaths, Sam works off his shirt, though his lips have no hesitation to return to your exposed chest, and found a pebbled nipple between his teeth, rolling and biting to bring out a symphony of moans from the both of you.

Your hands lunged for the waistband of your pants. Sam took notice and sighs happily against your skin, his warm breath like a gentle wave across everything you'd exposed to him. Above you, Sam grew more unhinged with each passing second, grabbing and biting and kneading your flesh like a man starved.

Sam's lips capture yours once more in a tangle of tongues and teeth, exploring one another as if it was your only chance to do so. His tongue grazed the roof of your mouth, swallowing a deep moan that erupts from deep within your chest. He assesses your position and grows frustrated. It would be difficult to remove your, or his, pants without risking dropping you to the floor.

As quickly as you'd been slammed into the wall, Sam tosses you onto his bed, but stays standing at its foot, his hands reaching for his belt buckle. All else in the room vanished as you watch him remove the thick denim, shoving it down his legs to the floor. His cock strained against his boxers, throbbing and twitching to be free.

"Those," Sam nodded his head to your pants, "off."

The sudden dominance springs you into action. Your hands fly to your waistband and wiggle them off of your hips, down your thighs, and kick them away. Your soaked panties act as your final barrier, barring you from what you so badly needed.

Sam returns to his hunched position over you, letting his hands rove over your exposed thighs and ass, pawing at you greedily. You reach down to the band of his boxers, and slip your fingers under the elastic, inching them down until you felt a resistance against it - Sam's cock fights against the removal, straining your short arms until Sam reaches down to aid you.

The head of his cock springs up to smack against your covered core. You gasp softly at its warmth, your neglected cunt tightens around nothing of substance, an empty hole aching to be filled with something substantial.

"Feel." This was Sam's only order as he tugs your hand down to his length, coaxing you to wrap your small fingers around the middle of his shaft.

He's thick and warm against your palm, with a thick vein creeping up its underside to the tip. Your mouth waters at the way his cock twitches eagerly in your hand, and you slowly begin to pump along his length, making Sam hiss through his teeth.

Sam's voice is lower than you'd ever heard; it sends a heat directly to your teased pussy, now bracing against the base of Sam's cock. Its length covers most of your abdomen, casting your body in its silhouette in the dim lamplight of the room.

"Jesus..." he remarks wistfully, trailing a free hand up to his tip, pressing into the soft flesh of your belly.

Beneath him like this, Sam can finally see the scale of his cock to your insides, mapping out precisely where he'll settle inside of you. You whine softly as his cock drags another stroke over your soaked folds - the abrasion from your underwear was no longer tantalizing, but rather a nuisance.

His breathing becomes ragged, "I need to taste you."

The words shudder through you as Sam's lips work through the valley of your breasts, showering kisses along your middle, and finally he settles between your thighs. Sam places a kiss atop your clit, still kept out of sight by your soaked panties. Two fingers hook into the waistband and tug downward, sliding the soiled garment off of your shaky legs and to the floor behind him.

Cold air strikes your slit as Sam pries it open with two thick fingers, teasing at your aching hole, spreading the wetness around your cunt.

"Are you always this wet when you think about me?" his voice tremors through you. You nod quietly and hold your breath as Sam's head dips lower. All you can see is his rich brown hair cascading over your belly before warmth spread through your core, leaving you moaning at his first touch.

With the way his tongue teased at your clit, Sam may as well have set you ablaze. Your skin radiated a warmth unlike no other, rolling in waves as the cold of the air shocked your most sensitive areas.

"Sam," you whine, carding your fingers through his soft locks. You tug on him gently to push him further.

He pays no mind to your plea, and instead wraps his toned arms under your thighs, pulling your pussy flush against his thick tongue. It flicks your clit perfectly, and pairs with his lips as he suckles on the sweet bundle of nerves.

The taste of you makes Sam groan, his cock straining against the mattress beneath him. Above him, your moans and cries are a siren song, calling him to the bottomless sea of his desire. He pictures what lies ahead - you, sprawled on the bed, blissed out from his tongue and cock, sated and sleepy from a relentless pounding.

That image is pasted in his mind as he laps at your cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into your tight entrance, and tasting your innermost parts. You arch your back at his touch, sighing his name like a prayer. His restless tongue toys with your hardening clit as pressure builds in your belly.

Sam creates a rhythm on your clit that sends you unfurling under his touch, mewling and whining and moaning slurred versions of Sam and please and need you. But he refuses to give more. Not until he can taste your release directly on his tongue.

The tightness in your belly snaps, breaking you apart until you're crying Sam's name against your hand, clasped firmly against your mouth. His tongue lolls over your clit even still, skyrocketing the shockwaves of the orgasm and making you whimper. Your slick coats his tongue and fills Sam's senses. All there is is you, your sounds, and your delicious cunt.

"Fuck," mumbles Sam, his voice reverberating through your convulsing sex, clamping down onto nothing.

You whine in response. All thought and sense had escaped your mind, now shattered and cast off to a void in the back of your mind. Sam laps up your juices and swallows, savoring every last drop your body had to offer.

The cold air of the room kisses your exposed cunt as Sam rises to his knees, his heavy cock bobbing above your abdomen.

"So small," he remarks, lining his cock over your stomach and admiring just how much of your body he'd overtake.

You'd surely be sore for days afterward, which sent a flush of pride through his chest. His cock ached to carve you hollow - to leave you gaping after a thorough fucking, to shape your pussy perfectly for him.

His hips rear back as he positions himself with your wet hole, shining with your slick, beckoning him inside. Sam's eyes meet yours when he notches the head of his cock past your entrance, surveying your expressions as he slowly filled you out. The girth of his cock could practically split you down your middle, stretching your little pussy to wrap perfectly around his shaft.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight," Sam groans, ogling at his own cock as it spread your pussy open. His hands press against the backs of your thighs and push them toward your chest, angling himself so the both of you could share the view.

He sighs, "Look at that - such a big cock, stretching out your tiny pussy, just for me."

Astonishment, teasing, and lust filled his tone, and something else. Something more primal that has your walls fluttering around Sam's cock.

You gape at the sight of his cock entering you, and you finally come to terms with exactly just how big he is. Your pussy is stretched blissfully wide, swallowing his length with earnest. Sam slams his hips and strikes deep, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.

Each thrust is harsher than the last and all you can do is stare at the brutality your pussy is being subjected to. You cry out as Sam's cock crashes into you, every time, without fail.

At this point, there's no hiding the reality of what's behind Sam's bedroom door. If Dean, or anyone else, heard you, let them. Bliss overcomes your senses and dulls all rationality in your muddled mind.

There is nothing else that matters - just the overwhelming size of Sam Winchester and his remarkable cock.

He whispers your name like a summons, meeting his eyes with yours as he presses your body into the mattress. A hand presses into your tummy. Sam gasps softly and takes your hand to replace his own.

"Feel that?" his purrs, pressing onto your hand to deliver some pressure. As he thrusts in you can feel a shift in your insides, until you feel a firm strike of the head of his cock against you palm.

You look to him with wide eyes and find a wicked smile plastered on his face.

Sam crouches over you, enveloping you with his large size, encasing your body with his. He leans toward your ear, "Can you feel it up here, baby? Because I can. I can feel how tiny your cunt is before I go in and stretch it out."

He pushes deeper, to let you really feel it, "I can feel how you try to fit me, and how just tight you're getting, 'cause you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

A dumb nod follows his question, making his grin widen across his lips. No words form on your lips, only shaky wanton moans reply to his commentary.

"I know, sweetheart, feels good," Sam coos, slowing down his movements to draw out a raw cry from your throat. His cock drags through your walls until its head is all that remains, and slams in harshly.

Your cry is on the verge of a scream, but Sam does not relent. There is no plea to stop or slow down, because this is all you'd been dreaming of - to feel a comforting helplessness under someone far larger, to be at their disposal and usage.

A growl leaves his throat, "So fucking small... I bet you feel like you could break, huh? With my cock this deep inside you, your little pussy can barely take any more, can it?"

Your walls clench around him in reply, pulling Sam in deeper until his balls slap against your ass, now pairing with the obscene squelching of your abused pussy.

Between the lilting moans and quieted pleas from your perfect mouth, Sam issn't sure how much longer he can last. He vows to himself that he will not give in to it yet, not until he feels it. He needs to feel the way you wrap around his cock when you cum.

He needs to be the reason you finish, this time and each orgasm after.

"You've been waiting for this. You've wanted this the whole time - someone big and strong to pound your little pussy 'til you can't stand. Because you want a thick cock splitting you open." Sam stammers through the last few words - his own comments are bringing him closer to the brink, but you've already reached yours.

You shudder around him harshly as your orgasm hits you full-force, leaving you no room to ride it out as Sam's pace quickens. His breath hitches at the sensations flowing through his throbbing length - he hisses when you clench around his sensitive tip, leaving his gasping as he fucks you faster. Harder. Deeper.

His cock plunges into your cunt, hitting that same spot in your tummy as he mentioned before. Sam's hand presses against your abdomen, adding a glorious pressure that has you climaxing again in a matter or seconds.

"Thaaaat's it, attagirl," he encourages. "Such a tight little cunt, but she takes me so well."

The words flow through you like fire, sending you over the brink once again and leaving you whimpering beneath him. Sam smirks, knowing he's doing his job right, he has you exactly where he wants you, pinned, helpless, and impossibly full.

"Please... S-Sam," you whisper.

He laughs, pounding you so roughly you can barely brace for the slam against your cervix, "Can't handle it, can you, baby? I thought you said you don't break easily."

Your soft cries reach his ears as you slip into that thoughtless void of your mind, moaning with each strike.

Sam's lips brush over the shell of your ear, "You think you're so strong, but I'll break you. I'll have your cunt so bruised you can't think about anything else - only me, because this pussy is mine, do you understand?"

A reply doesn't come, only the sounds of your moans fill his ears. Sam delivers a harsh slap to your ass, thrusting his cock as deep as he could manage. You let out a long moan but still don't reply.

"Who's pussy is this?"

The words form on your lips and fall out feebly, "Y-yours."

He kisses your forehead, but does not let his hips falter, "That's right, angel. All mine."

Pressure builds in his abdomen, his balls growing tight as his own release crept up from behind. Sam nips at your earlobe, his words clang through you with a primal desire.

"And since this pussy's mine, I'm going to fill it."

The swift relentless pace resumes, crashing into your hips to verge on soreness, your tight cunt still wrapping perfectly around him, and Sam's name falling past your slacked mouth. Sam's eyes screw shut as his own orgasm finally approaches, and his cock begins to twitch.

He unsheathes his cock from your warm walls, aiming directly at your now gaping pussy. Sam pumps himself fervently as his cum spurts from his cock, right into your stretched hole. You stare in awe as his cum seeps into your cunt, the angle of your hips inviting it all in.

Sam hisses, "Keep it all in there."

You pant as you try to recover yourself, but Sam plunges his cock into you again, making you let out a low, drawn-out moan. He strikes as deeply as before, his movements are urgent, borderline predatory, insistent to have you bred nicely.

"Keep it in there, and don't you dare fucking waste it."

His movements start to slow - the thrusts are languid and gentle until Sam finally pulls himself out of your abused pussy. He grips your thighs and lowers them until you can finally breathe freely again, gasping in the cool, refreshing air.

"There you go. Deep breaths, honey," Sam coaxes, running his hands along your sore hips, massaging gently into the aching flesh. You do as you're advised and calm your breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. Sam did the same until he slumped into the mattress next to you, groaning into the sheets.

You smile lazily at him, "You okay over there?"

Sam nods into the bed, still letting out a low groan, "Y'fuckin' drained me."

Pride wells in your chest. You giggle at him, earning you a playful slap on your thigh. Your giggle turns into a hearty laugh before you nestle next to Sam, eyes fluttering shut with fatigue. He takes notice and nudges you.

"Bathroom, no UTI's for us today."

You retort, "Sam, I don't think I can even walk properly right now."

He shifts and rises from the bed, scooping you into his arms and lifting you to his chest. Your laughs echo around the room as Sam Winchester takes you to the bathroom, ever the gentleman.

Hi! Thank you all for your patience as i get out of my lil' brain funk. I hope you enjoyed!

If you liked this fic, reblog to show others! Who cares if we're depraved little animals?? don't you just wanna go apeshit???

anyways ily, and i hope this fic gets the love it needs cause i had a wonderful time writing it >:3

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