#sevendeadlysinschallenge

[threeminutesoflife]

Be Kind, Rewind

Pairings: (dark!)Steve x Reader Summary: Steve can’t break out of his routine of watching you Word Count: 909 Warnings: obsession, thigh riding, dry humping, praise kink, dirty talk, dub/con for argument sake

Prompt: 7 Deadly Sins Challenge- Sloth themed. With less than 1k words, show an excessive laziness or the failure to act and utilize one’s talents

a/n: Congrats on your milestone, @ne-gans! 🧡 Thank you for sharing your words with us, Sweets!❣️🔥

The glow of the television illuminated a broken pathway, highlighting the distance between his recliner and the screen. The archaic swirling of the VHS tape was barely audible over his heavy breathing of anticipation. 

Semi-hard and yearning for you, he berated himself for not rewinding the tape after you visited him last night. If he had, you’d already be on his lap moaning under his touch. 

He should have transferred the tape to DVD by now but he pushed the thought away again. There’d be other days for that, he’d look into it later.

The rewind button stopped and his knuckles cracked. After a couple of grunts, he managed to avoid lowering the footrest to grab the remote. Releasing a sigh of success, he settled back in the recliner and clicked the duct-taped controller. 

Steve muted the video until the camera panned away from the host. Her sharp voice and too bright teeth always bothered him. Something about her artificial smile never reaching her eyes was annoying. 

But your smile, Steve trusted. 

He mouthed along with the host as she introduced the repeat contestants competing for a date with you. He couldn’t help laughing at their pathetic answers. You’d never want to do that on a date. You’d never want to visit those places with them.  

You’d never entertain their advances in real life, he reassured himself, brushing the dry cake crumbs off his chest. 

You were already his, but he knew you liked to tease. A lesser man would have felt insecure, but not him.

When your smile filled the television screen, Steve closed his eyes and ran his hands over the bulge in his pants, picturing you in his apartment. 

After a few squeezes, the room no longer smelled so stale as the scent of your lotion filled it instead. You looked ethereal, the straps of your camisole dropping past your shoulders and melting to the floor. His eyes closed tighter, his thumb brushing over his swollen tip. The thin panties barely covered you, the only remaining barrier Steve needed to breach. 

“Steve…” you called softly, your footsteps softened by the glowing carpet trail to his recliner.

Another pump and a faster stroke, he felt you climb up onto his lap. The recliner jostled under you two as you straddled him.

“Baby,” you cooed, raking your nails through his hair before he opened his eyes. “I missed you.”

Behind you, the tv’s soft flicker outlined your body. Your eyes, blown with lust, begged him to describe how he wanted to have you tonight.

“Lover,” you rocked your center harder on his thigh as he stroked himself. “Let me help you.”

Steve cupped your face with his free hand, tracing his thumb over your mouth, “Pull those panties tight, angel. Slip that white lace between your pretty pussy lips.”

Quickly kissing Steve’s thumb, you pulled it into your mouth. Grabbing the elastic of your panties, you pulled the lace between your gash with a groan. The material ran and rubbed against your clit as you pressed down harder on Steve’s thigh. With a hungry ache you dragged your tongue under Steve’s thumb, sucking it harder.

“That’s my good girl,” Steve’s cock bounced against his stomach, trailing his fingers along the lace tucked between your slit. “Look at you, all plump and pretty.”

Shivering, you pressed your teeth down on Steve’s thumb before your mouth fell open with a moan.

“Pull the lace harder, sweetheart. Rock that pretty cunt against my cock,” he grunted, dropping his thumb and leaving a wet ghost trial from your mouth to the edge of your panties.

Gripping the chair’s arm and Steve’s shoulder, you rubbed yourself along the base of his cock. 

Holding the top of your panties taut, he encouraged you to grind against his erection again, “Look how pretty you are, sliding on me... all wet and shiny. All for me. Isn’t it, sweetheart?”

Steve’s fingers circled over the damp lace and your sensitive lips. Your whimpers filled his ears, making his cock twitch and his balls tighten. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulder when you dragged yourself along him faster.

“Fuck angel, you’re dripping. You like feeling my balls pressed against your ass?” 

You dipped in closer, dropping your head to the curve of Steve’s neck and mewling against his skin as your answer. 

“Fucking greedy aren’t you, angel?” Steve smirked. “Fuck… I’m gonna...”

Warm whimpers and heavy moans fell between you as you nipped and sucked his neck.

“F-Faster, sweetheart,” Steve cursed under his breath, balls tightening and dick pulsing. The feeling of your soft slit and rough lace was sending him over the edge.

Covering your mouth over his, you caught his moans as he spilled over your thighs and stained the lace.

Steve’s heart raced as you looked down at him with that proud, lusty smile- knowing only you could make him feel like this. He closed his eyes and tried steadying out the beat of his heart.    

He’d look for you one day. Have your weight on top of him, feel you curl up against his chest for real. You’d share his favorite take out, watch his favorite movies, make love in his favorite positions- because he knew all the correct answers to your questions.

One day, he’d act on all his wants and make you both happy. But for now, he tried catching his breath before hitting the rewind button and grabbing more lotion.

[mummybear]

Have You Got A Minute?

Words: 1006

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Swearing, think that’s it :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mentions of Sam Winchester

Summary: You and Dean hadn’t been intimate in a long time thanks to hunting, however one day of research becomes too much.

A/N: This is for the lovely @ne-gans​​ Seven Deadly sins challenge, my prompt was lust. Hope you like it my lovely! :) And thank you to @negans-lucille-tblr​ for being my beta :)

Ko-Fi - (HERE) :)

It had been a whole month since you and Dean had been intimate, not through choice, there had been no time. You look up at him, sitting at the other end of the room. He doesn’t even need to try, he’s flawless in your eyes. You miss having his big hands on you, his lips against yours, you miss the burn that his stubble left behind after he’d been between your legs, as he brought you to the edge again and again. 

You bite into your bottom lip when he looks up, you feel your thighs clench together with the way he looks at you, that devilish smirk on his plump lips. You can’t take it anymore, there’s so much sexual tension between the two of you and this research has been going on for hours, you want him so fucking bad. You make sure Sam’s looking away and stand quietly, curling your fingers at Dean. You turn quickly and put an extra sway in your hips as you walk towards the bathroom. 

You leave the door cracked open and quickly pull off your clothes, leaving yourself completely naked and jump up onto the counter. Watching as the door opens slowly, your heart thudding in your chest.

“Hey baby, you got a minute?” you purr seductively as he closes the door. He’s biting back a smile as he lets his eyes wander your body.

“Fuck sweetheart, for you, I’ve got all day.” He growls, stripping off his clothes with impressive speed. He steps towards you in two long strides and moves between your legs. 

You shudder as those big hands grip your thighs and he tugs you closer to the edge of the sink.

His lips are crushing against yours before you can speak, and you can already feel the slick starting to gather between your thighs. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” you gasp as he pulls away from your lips to let you breathe. 

You wrap your legs around his back, feeling his cock nudging at your wet heat, nudging against your sensitive clit as he starts to rock his hips into you.

“Mmmm, missed you too princess.” He winks before ducking his head and sucking one of your hardened nipples between his lips.

You moan loudly and he presses a finger to his smirking lips, you lean back on your hands, keeping your attention on him. He pulls back from your tits with a wet pop and pulls your hips closer to the edge.

“Fuck me, Dean, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Dean replies breathy and deep as he lines his cock up with your dripping entrance. “Still think you can take my big cock then baby? Been a long time.” 

“Why don’t you just fuck me and find out, Winchester,” you challenge him, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He slips the wide head inside and your hands uselessly try and grip the counter.

“So tight baby, shit. Spread your legs for me. Wanna watch that pretty pussy take me.” You do as he asks, bringing your feet up to the edge of the counter the best you can. He slides in slowly, letting you feel every inch of his thick length.

“Didn’t really think about lettin’ me fuck you up here did you, you’re gonna feel me for days, sweetheart,” 

Emphasising his point now you’re stuffed full of his cock, he presses against your stomach and you can feel his cock pressing tightly against your walls. When you look down you can see the slight outline of his length.

He pulls back and slowly slides back in. There’s a knock on the door and Dean starts to speed up, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Dean, stop. S-” You gasp when his hips slam into you and his cock is so deep your eyes roll. You slam a hand over your mouth, just managing to stop the scream.

Dean keeps his voice low as he speaks, “what’s wrong sweetheart, don’t want Sammy knowing how close you are to coming for me? Why don’t you answer him?” Dean smirks, his eyes daring you as he fucks you rough and hard, just like you’d needed. He already has you on the edge of orgasm and, clearly, he knows it. 

You shake your head and whimper his name. "I...I can’t,” you just about manage to gasp out behind your hand.

“You can or I stop and come all over that pretty face,” he challenges, his own breathing off now.

You glare at him,and his hips slow as he raises an eyebrow. Swallowing hard, you lick your lips, trying to control your breathing.

“Sorry S-Sam, be right out.” You just about manage and you know how wrecked you sound.

“Umm, okay Y/N.” Sam says before you hear his footsteps fade down the hall.

“Oh fuck,” you all but squeak when he starts rubbing your clit with his free hand.

“See that wasn’t so hard was it? So desperate for my cock, ain’t you sweetheart?”

You nod with your lip between your teeth, letting it go as you toss your head back.

“Gonna come Dean, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You all but scream the last word as your orgasm slams into you. 

Your thighs are shaking like crazy as Dean continues to fuck you through your high, your pussy pulsing repeatedly as he chases his own. “That’s my girl, fuck, I love how much you scream for me.” Dean grunts, his hips stuttering and you watch his hands white knuckling the counter.

He pulls you against his chest, face buried in your neck, sucking at your skin. Another rough thrust up into you and Dean falls apart, some of his release leaking down your thigh. 

You're both panting hard when he pulls out and kisses you passionately, “I really needed that baby, thank you.” 

He’s grinning at you like a child at Christmas and you can’t help but grin back, feeling yourself fall more in love with him if possible.

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[katymacsupernatural]

Hot and Slow

Dean Winchester x Reader

Written for @ne-gans and her seven deadly sins challenge.

My prompt: Sloth

Summary: During a really hot day, Y/N fills the heat, in the room, and in her skin.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, 

Sweat dripped down your cleavage, getting trapped in the thin lace of your bra. Your hair was plastered to your neck, your legs sticking to the sheets. Huffing, you reached for your glass of water, your movements slow as if weighed down. 

The glass was empty, and you sighed, staring at the TV, wondering if a person could die from heat and boredom. Sam was back at the bunker, recuperating from a nasty cold, and Dean was out questioning some victims. 

With only a thin tank top and a pair of cotton shorts on, you were lounging on the bed, the sheets already sticking to your legs. The air conditioning had sputtered to a halt about an hour ago, and the manager hadn’t sounded reassuring when you had called. 

Your entire skin itched with a need that you weren’t sure you had the energy to fulfill. But still, your hand slipped down as the tv skipped to commercial, slipping under the elastic band of your shorts. In the heat, you had skipped underwear, and your hand slipped between your legs, your skin sticky with sweat. 

Your movements languid, you closed your eyes, moving over your skin. Brushing against the most sensitive spots, teasing your entrance. Too lazy to do more, but needing more all at the same time. 

As your fingers continued to move, the door opened and Dean stepped inside. Too lethargic to even care, your hand still nestled in your shorts, you looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes. 

“Damn it’s hot in here,” he muttered, not even glancing over at the bed. Stripping out of his flannel shirt, his boots and jeans were the next things to go, leaving him in only his t-shirt and boxers. Fanning himself with the medical report, he finally turned your way. 

Raising an eyebrow, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “That’s even hotter.”

“Care to join me?” You asked him, your fingers still running through your folds, just enough to keep your lower muscles clenched. 

He groaned. “Damn, I want to. But it’s already so freaking hot. I don’t have the energy,” he mumbled, but still, he came to the bed, laying down beside you. His shoulder next to yours generated heat, but it didn’t matter. You still craved his touch. Rolling over on your side, you ran your finger down his t-shirt before cupping him through his thin boxers. 

“You don’t need to,” you assured him. “I’ll take care of everything.”

He barely lifted his hips as you pulled his boxers down. His shirt was next, landing in a pile on the floor, your clothes quickly joining them. Straddling his hips, the movement almost too much in the hot, sticky room, you rubbed your hand along his length. It took only a couple of swipes of your palm before he was ready, and you guided him to your entrance. 

Sweat was already pooling between your bodies, and down your breasts, as you sank down with a groan. The heat had you moving slow, your hips barely moving against Dean’s. It was more the feel of him inside you that you needed.

Dean reached for you, his palms stinging hot on your skin as he dug into your hips, holding on. “Wait,” he suddenly uttered, his mouth clenched in a grimace as he moved to his side while staying sheathed deep inside you. He had your leg arched over his hip while he spooned you from the back. It was a different angle, the tip of his cock rubbing deliciously against your walls as he barely moved back and forth.

The two of you laid like that, the fan barely blowing against your skin, sweat dripping down your back, mixing with Dean’s. His movements were erratic and slow, your hips moving back to meet his. Neither of you working towards an end, but enjoying the overwhelming contact of his heated skin against yours.

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[ibelongtonegan]

Claimed (Negan/Reader one-shot)

This fic is my entry for @ne-gans​​’ ‘how sinful can you be?’ challenge. My prompt was “Wrath - Inexplicable and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger”. Keeping the 1K word limit was quite a challenge at first, but it also made writing a lot of fun at the same time, and since I’m a good girl for Daddy Negan, the fic ended up being exactly 1,000 words long.

Summary: it is time for Negan to pay for his sins, but in the end, he is not the one to atone…

Characters: Negan x Reader

Word count: 1,000

Warnings: angst, coercion, daddy kink, dirty talk, smut, swearing, violence

Tags: @negans-network​, @ne-gans​​, @i-am-negan-trash​, @emoryhemsworth​, @ridingmoxley​, @ladysyn, @sleepylunarwolf​, @letsby​​, @tatertotandcassie​, @hughxjackman​, @ofxallxwexlost​, @negans-wife​, @iluvneganandjamie​

I appreciate feedback and most days don’t bite. So don’t be shy to comment, message or ask me anything!

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You sneak along the dim corridor, stopping at every corner to glance back over your shoulder. The Sanctuary is quiet at this hour, the workers are fast asleep already with only a few hours left until dawn and another hard day of work, while the Saviors are busy celebrating Simon’s birthday in the rec room.

You reach your destination and turn the doorknob carefully. The room is plunged into darkness, except for the soft circle of light from the desk lamp. Tiptoeing to the four-poster bed you take a deep breath to calm your frantic heartbeat. Tightening your grip around the knife you part the curtain with a trembling hand, only to realize that the bed is empty, the covers untouched.

“Looking for someone?”

You spin around on your heels but have no chance to attack as Negan snatches the knife from your hand and tosses it on the floor. Grabbing you by the neck he throws you down on the mattress, straddling you with his thighs.

“I knew Rick was going to send an assassin, but I didn’t think it would be a gal!” he growls, his eyes black with fury.

“I volunteered,” you spit. “I convinced him that a woman would have a better chance at infiltrating the Sanctuary and gaining your trust, and it worked!”

Negan’s lips curl up into a smug smirk.

“And what would Rick say if he knew that I slid my dick down his daughter’s throat and she thanked me for it? How would he feel about his baby girl calling me Daddy now?”

You look at him wide-eyed, unable to make a sound.

“I knew about you all along and enjoyed using you as I saw fit.”

His revelation gives you a rush of adrenaline and the strength to untangle yourself from his hold. You slap him, hard, and the impact makes his head snap to the side and his expression turn murderous.

“It was just a ploy!” you assert.

“Oh, really? So, if I slide my fingers inside your pussy now, you will not be dripping for me, desperate to be filled by my dick?”

He leaves you no time to deny him as his mouth crashes down on yours with an insatiable hunger, taking your breath away. You bite down on his lip in protest, feeling the coppery taste of blood on your tongue but it only fuels his passion. He yanks down your shorts and slips his fingers inside your panties, a triumphant groan escaping him as he finds the evidence of your arousal, your treacherous body surrendering to his charms. Soon his fingers are replaced by his cock, stretching you wide with a delicious tension and filling you up completely.

You lose track of time as he ravages you, staking his claim on you with unrelenting stamina, keeping you teetering on the precipice of an orgasm but never allowing you to tip over the edge. This is your punishment for thinking that you can deceive him, and his reminder on who you and your pleasure belong to, and you let him mark and bruise, twist and bend your body to his will.

Then he changes tact and makes it his mission to coax as many orgasms from you as possible, ripping moan after moan from your throat. He traces every inch and worships every curve as he inhales your scent, laps up your juices, and sucks on your skin. His stubble prickles deliciously and the beard burn will have you tingling all over the next morning, but you could not care less. Time and space become fluid as you battle for dominance and he makes you succumb to him again and again, rewarding every victory with another climax.

He growls various obscenities into your ear, the lewd expletives rolling off his tongue like a rich bourbon and you listen entranced, drunk on his words. Coming from anybody else they would make your blood boil, from him they make you arch your back deeper, clench your pussy around him tighter, and dig your heels into his back harder.

An unknown amount of time later he stands still inside you and sits back on his heels. Grabbing himself at the base, he starts twitching and spurting stream after stream of cum against your walls. He does not withdraw, savoring the warmth of your pussy enveloping him, bottling up your combined juices inside you. The last thing you remember is him praising you for being his perfect little cock slut as you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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You stir awake as the first light of the sun bathes the room in an orange hue. You are too tired to open your eyes and too sore to stretch your aching limbs, when you hear clothes shuffling and the familiar clink of a belt buckle. You sense a flash of light behind close eyelids and squint up to see Negan sporting a Polaroid camera in hand and a Cheshire cat grin on his face, marveling at the mess he made on your body.

“Damn, this little souvenir will sure as shit burn a hole in my pocket when I pay a visit to Daddy today,” he licks his lips and tucks the photo away in his black leather jacket. “Would you like me to pass on a message to him?”

Anger bubbles in your chest, and you struggle to contain it. He watches your torment with glee, silently challenging you to defy him, but you flinch under his scrutiny. Placing a peck on your forehead he grabs Lucille and is out the door, whistling a merry tune as his footsteps fade away on the corridor, leaving you alone with the scent of his cologne lingering in your nose and the stab of guilt in your chest. You want to hate him, you have tried to hate him, but keep failing at it. You sold your soul to the devil, and Negan will keep collecting on your debt as long as he likes.

[flamencodiva]

Tomorrow

Description: Dean has all the time in the world to let his feelings out right? After all there is always tomorrow.

Pairing: Dean x Reader (FWB) 

Word Count: 364

Warnings: Implied Smut, Major Character Death, Violence. 

A/N: This was written for @ne-gans​‘s seven deadly sins challenge. I had sloth so I went with emotional sloth. This is a reposting of the fic as it got deleted when I had deleted this blog. 

Their bodies mixed together as he held her tight. Their tongues battling in a heated kiss as Dean Winchester made sure he pleased his friend. It had happened without warning, but then again it always did. A hunt, a drink, and usually there was a bed. But this time, he told himself he was going to tell her. He wasn’t going to wait for tomorrow. That is, until the morning, when she got up and got dressed. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but then again there was always tomorrow. 

The next time it happened, they were in the bunker, her laughter filled his ears, heart pounding in his chest. It only took one smile from her before he crushed his lips on hers. Everything he was feeling, but he could never build up the nerve to say it. After all, he tried to keep it casual. As his tongue lapped up her juices, he hummed at the taste of her. The way she bucked her hips, grinding up as his tongue explored inside her. He reminded himself if not today, then tomorrow. 

How many tomorrows had that been? He’d lost count. But he reminded himself that she would always be there tomorrow.

Until one day, she wasn’t. 

The hunt had been grueling, and the wolves just as relentless. He said tomorrow. He wanted to tell her, but he had tomorrow. After the hunt, he would always have tomorrow. What he didn’t see was the last wolf, waiting, biding its time to strike. Just as Dean was about to finally say the words, was about to tell her what he had put off, her silent scream haunted him. The wolf had reached from behind her, punching through the back of her ribcage and ripped her heart out. Dean’s own screams masked by the wolf's howl as he pulled out his gun and fired. The clip emptying right into the wolf. The silver bullets allowed its blood to run like rivers down to the floor where it lay. 

He waited too long, he was too slow. He should have moved faster. He thought Tomorrow was a dream but instead became a nightmare. 

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[serenityhayato]

Bottom Line

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not Beta-Read, 18+, NSFW, Smut, Cursing, Arguments, Rough Play(?), Royally Pissed of Dean, Bathroom sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it), Edging, Orgasm Denial

Summary: Y/N tests Deans patience after a hunt

Word Count: 1,000 (God I spent a long time trying to edit this down and keeping it coherent because I bypassed the word count limit by a lot....crossing fingers it isn’t as bad as I’m thinking it is) 

A/N: This piece was written in honor of @ne-gans​​ for reaching 7K followers! I love your writing and thought “what better way to celebrate it then to write my first smut” (low key spent the majority of the time debating whether that was a smart idea but here we are! Didn’t help I was going through a cringe fest as I typed it). For her “How Sinful Can You Be?” challenge, I chose Wrath.

“What’s wrong Winchester? Can’t take the bruising your ego got after saving your ass?” Dean only glares at me as I take another shot of my glass, feeling arrogant. It’s not every day you get to wipe Dean Fucking Winchester, Master of defeating the things of that go bump in the night, off his pedestal. For an experienced hunter, he was quite stupid to get himself kidnapped by one meager vampire. When I got to him, fang face was ready to take a bite out of him.

“I had it handled just fine, right Sammy?” Sam only spared me a glance and I couldn’t help but laugh aloud. “Don’t go bringing Sammy into this Dean. You were just poor little damsel in distress who had to wait for his knight in the shining armor to save him. I mean this isn’t the first time I have pulled you out of death’s grip and certainly won’t be the last.” Finishing my drink, I failed to notice how red Dean had gotten. Turning over to address Sam, I saw that he had disappeared during my speech. “And there he disappears”

“Maybe he got tired of listening to your voice sweetheart.” If it wasn’t his use of sweetheart as way to send warning flags, the condescending tone in his voice sure did. However, letting him have the upper hand was never in me. “Sure, at least I’m not the one who fell for the old ‘bust whore’ trap that the vampires just so love to use when you're in town.” As the bartender placed another drink in front of me, Dean took it away. “I’m cutting her off.” I glared at him. “I don’t know who the bloody hell you think you are Winchester, but you aren't my dad to cut me off.” I go to get my drink back, but Dean chugs it before I could react. “Oh, I know that much sweetheart, or I would have spanked that attitude right out of you.” Feeling royal pissed, I got up from the stool. “Don't know what crawled up your ass and died but it better be gone before I come back Dean. I’m not afraid of a man who can’t think straight when something in heels walks by.”

I turned to walk away but a chill crawl up my back as I make my way to the bathroom. This isn’t the first time I fought with Dean, but it surely is the first time I felt a wave on anger this strong from him. Maybe I should take a page from Sam’s book and just disappear without telling the asshole anything. Let him stew in his narcissistic thoughts by himself.

As I was about to make my way out of the bathroom, I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Before I could react, I was slammed against the door. I tried wiggling my way out, but my attackers voice made me freeze. “You think you can talk big without consequences?” Dean sounded pissed off and used my frozen state to lock the bathroom door. He pulled me over to the counter-top and forced me to bend over them. At that moment something clicked in my mind and I tried to get up. “What the fuck Dean. Let us not mention that this is the girl’s bathroom but roughly moving me like this is...” Before I could continue, Dean slapped my ass. “Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you psycho!.” Dean hold on me was unshakable and with each sentence he spat; I was spanked. “I’ve had enough of you mouthing off to me every time we meet. Did you think that I would put up with your attitude without retaliating or did you want this happen? Do you think if I were to slip my fingers into you, you’d be dripping wet?”

I felt Dean’s hand undoing my pants and I continued to struggle to get out. “The day I want to fuck you Dean is the day the world ends you fucking.... stop fucking hitting me bastard!” Dean, in order to get me to shut up, gripped the back of my neck and leaned over so his mouth was right next to my ear. “What Y/N, afraid of what I might find?” As Dean pinned me with his body, his hands went to work. I chocked back a moan as Dean’s fingers reached their goal. Dean chuckled as he slipped a finger in me. “I didn't take you for a liar Y/N. And liars need to be punished.”

I clutched at anything as he kept pounding me into the counter with his thrusts, lost in the sensation that it took me a bit to register his voice growling in my ear “... You’re a bad little slut, aren’t you? Clutching me like your life depended on it.” He grabbed my hair and used it to make me face the mirror. “Look at yourself. Never thought you would be here getting fucked by the ‘damsel in distress’ you like to insult...in the bathroom of all places like the dirty slut you are” His pace continued to increase as I clutched the counter, my eyes closing as I my senses were overloaded. My hair was yanked back, and my eyes locked unto Dean’s through the mirror. “Don’t you dare close your eyes on me.” His silent threat of ‘or else’ was gone unsaid.

In the next moment, Dean groaned as his cum coated me and I moved back against him, trying to get him to keep going. “D-Dean I’m so close...p-please.” He responded by chuckling as he pulled out and let me go. I dropped to my knees in pain and I turned around to see Dean tucking himself away. “Wha...” Suddenly he leaned down to grip my chin and make me stare into his eyes, anger still in them. “Only good girls get to come and what do good girls say?” I held back my shiver as I softly whispered, “I’m sorry....”

[dontshootmespence]

Just Sam

Summary: Going to a motel with a strange man is not recommended, but for Sam, maybe there’s an exception.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 818

Warnings: Anal hooks, anal orgasm, teasing, light nipple touching/play, Sam being a sex god.

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my anal hooks square for @spnkinkbingo​​ and the prompt “Pride” for @ne-gans Seven Deadly Sins Challenge. My goal was to not use the word at all. Hopefully, it comes across.

Tagging: @impala-dreamer​​ @heycasbutt​ @stusbunker​

Going to a dirty motel with a tall, soft-eyed, hard-jawed stranger was probably on the list of stupidest things you’d ever done. You knew his name was Sam. But for all you knew, he had no last name. He was like Cher or Bono or Madonna, instantly recognizable on name alone. After this, the name Sam would forever bring back memories of delicate bruises, red strips across your ass, sweat-slick flushed skin and more orgasms than you’d ever experienced with every other partner you’d ever had combined.

Aside from his name, the fact that he was built like a Greek God and the undeniable fact that he knew just what to do with every delicious piece of his glorious body, you knew one thing.

He was insatiable.

Every time he stalked in your direction, that fleeting thought of leaving (because hey, you had a life waiting outside these walls) instantly flew away. Dark eyes grew ever darker each time he laid eyes on you, your body blushed red with sizzling heat. “Sam, I don’t know what you do for a living, but I have a life out there,” you spoke, half hoping he would give you a reason to stay.

Sam didn’t disappoint. “Oh, but we’re having so much fun,” he said, sitting up straight against the headboard with his hands clasped together in his lap. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and went to grab his clothes. Your legs clenched around nothing at the sight of his perfect ass. God, he was fucking gorgeous. “You haven’t even experienced my best moves yet.”

No?

Because the constant tingling in your cunt and your perpetually hard nipples said yes. “Oh really?”

Your life outside this room wasn’t that great anyway. Fuck it. When he strutted back toward the bed and crawled toward you, you smiled into his hungry kiss. “Absolutely,” he replied haughtily.

“What are your best moves?”

“Get on all fours and I’ll show you, little girl.”

Never in a million years had you imagined allowing yourself to be called that, but here you were assuming the position with unbridled eagerness. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a silver hook with a ball on one end and a chain on the other. Your cunt clenched, but your heart raced. You’d never done anything like that before, with a toy anyway.

As Sam approached, chest forward and standing tall, you watched the gleam of the silver ball, opening your mouth without even realizing it to moisten it. “I didn’t even have to tell you to open,” he said with more than a hint of a smile in his voice. “Eyes forward.”

He walked behind you and wet his fingers with lube, probing at your ass before pressing the ball to the tight ring of muscle. You breathed through the pressure as he pushed it inside you, you body sucking it in eagerly. “All I’m going to do is tug on this little chain,” he teased, his stark-white smile gleaming in the dim-lit motel room. “And you’re going to come for me. I won’t even have to touch you.”

You could feel the arousal running down your leg and your body kept clenching around nothing, missing his cock inside you.

Instead of sitting behind you, he came to kneel in front of you, his muscled arms resting comfortably on the bed; smile wicked. “I’m gonna watch,” he said calmly.

When he tugged at the chain, you felt your whole body bear down on the pressure, pushing against it. Despite your empty cunt, you could feel some tension from the ball. Your mouth dropped open as Sam tugged at the chain in various directions, quickly finding which one made you tremble. “Hands behind your back, slut. Just look up at me with those beautiful eyes while I wreck you.”

It’s like you were another person when you looked into his lust-filled eyes. Doing as he commanded, you gave him your best doe-eyed, tongue out, well-fucked look, smiling when he licked into your mouth. With each tug of the chain, you whimpered as the ball somehow hit multiple spots inside you. A bone-deep wave of pleasure rolled through you as you looked into Sam’s eyes. “Good girl, slut. Keep looking at me.”

As the waves radiated outward, your nipples scratched back and forth against the rough blanket, providing you with just the right degree of pain to push you over the edge, legs shaking as you started to come. “Look at me,” he commanded.

Your eyes popped open to see his almost black with lust, a self-assured smile on his lips. “Sam! Fuck!” You cried out, without a care for who else was in earshot. Every muscle tensed to the point of pain - but a welcome pain. “Oh my god!”

“Not God,” he replied, his smooth baritone drawing out the last of your orgasm with only two syllables. “Just Sam.”

[sweetness47]

Never Too Much Sex

Pairing Sam x Reader

For the Seven Deadly Sins Challenge – Gluttony

Word Count: 575

WARNINGS: Smut, language, gluttony, Sam as a Sex-a-holic, MATURE, 18+ READERS ONLY!!!

HAHA no summary…

Gluttony.

One of the seven deadly sins.

Yet, it was the only way to describe their relationship.

Sam was consumed with constant thoughts of YN. He had been for a few years before getting together with her.

But once they started sleeping together? It was like a soulmate thing, but with a thousand times the intensity. It got to the point where Sam almost couldn’t think clearly or hunt properly if YN wasn’t constantly by his side.

How had it started? At a bar. Well, not in the way you’re thinking. No. It was a hunt, demons meeting at some trashy dump bar outside of town.

Sam and Dean were fighting the demons off, but there were so many. Sam didn’t notice the asswipe sneaking up behind him, and Dean was too preoccupied to notice, having his own horde to fight. YN threw a demon knife at the fucker behind Sam, saving him. She joined in the fray after that and helped the Winchesters send the rest of the demons packing.

Perhaps it was because she’d helped him, but Sam just couldn’t get her off his mind. She came to live with them at the bunker, and regularly helped them with research and with hunting. And she was good, real good.

But, now, they couldn’t get enough of each other. They showered together, ate together, slept together, hunted together, researched monsters together. He consumed her every waking thought, and she was his entire world. Nothing else existed, just them.

It was an all consuming passionate affair. When they weren’t hunting or eating, they were banging. They didn’t care what room. Dean sometimes just retired to his room to watch TV or movies, not wanting to see or hear any panting or moans. He was happy for them, really. But there were times where he almost wished they had their own place.

Sam practically devoured her every time they hooked up. He delved into her wet pussy as often as he could, with his tongue and his cock. She would grind herself against his face as he ate her, licking her juices, fucking her with his tongue. Then she would reciprocate, taking him in her mouth, sucking him till he was completely drained. By the time they caught their breath, they would be ready for the next round.

They would kiss, lick, and worship each other. Every time. He was her buffet, and she was his smorgasbord. They were greedy in their need for each other.

His hands roamed every inch of her smooth skin every moment he could. Her response was usually to lick his abs, or his neck, leaving little love bites as she nibbled.

Sam would move his lips along her neck and shoulders, feathery light kisses burning across her skin in his wake. Her soft moans would fill whatever room they occupied, her body leaning back into his strong torso, reaching up to hold him as he ministers to her needs.

Their love rose beyond just lust or desire, it was more than passionate. It was addictive, obsessive, compulsive, intense.

In short, one word described Sam and YN’s relationship.

And it was Gluttony.

Is there such a thing as too much sex? Not for them. Not now. Not ever.

@ne-gans​ @drkcnry67​

[irrelevantwriter]

Glutton For Pain

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, bondage (just a little arms tied to the headboard action), dom/sub dynamics, submissive Negan (he deserves it), slight non-con if you squint, excessive orgasms as punishment, daddy kink, mentions of bodily fluids, unprotected vaginal sex, a scorned reader (we love to see it)

Word Count: 998 (which was hard bc I could go on forever with a submissive Negan)

Summary: Negan’s wife is handing out some long overdue punishment for her scheming husband. Who’s the glutton for pain in this relationship? You? Negan? Find out.

A/N: This is my contribution to @ne-gans follower challenge. Congrats on the followers girl! My chosen sin was Gluttony. There were so many scenarios to choose from when it came to Negan and gluttony, but I really enjoyed seeing the tables turned on our favorite control freak. Hope you guys feel the same. Thank you to Lisa for hosting this amazing challenge and please go give her a follow for some quality content.

Feedback is that good shit. Enjoy and share with your friends!

*Masterlist in bio.

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“Fucking, fuck, fuck...”

You smirked at the breathless curses flowing from your lover’s lips, your hips never faltering as they maintained their rhythm. You dug your nails into his chest, the skin dewy with perspiration. He groaned, as if in pain as he twitched and writhed beneath you.

The sight was beautiful. And a rarity.

As your husband, you’d seen Negan in various scenarios throughout the years, both sexual and non-sexual, but one thing that remained the same was his need for control. And he loved to utilize it in all facets of life. The man had a voracious sexual appetite, something that he liked to satiate outside of your marriage. He loved the fairer sex. Loved to indulge in it despite the fact that he was very clearly bound to you in holy matrimony. And every time he did it, it broke your heart a little more…the pieces added to the flaming pit of fury that burned within you.

But as the cliched story goes, you loved him. So after luring your husband to bed, you seduced him into bonds, securing his arms above his head. He’d been reluctant to go along with your game. Maybe even fearful of what you had in mind.

And he had every right to be.

You were only giving him what he wanted, what he continually sacrificed your love for. If he wanted to drown himself in pussy, then guess what? You were going to provide. And you had. Several times over. The man had cum so many times that he begged you to stop, his repeated releases painting you both. And you were enjoying his agony far more than you’d originally thought possible.

“No more...fuck...I’m done.” Negan urged, his words interrupted by the heavy rise and fall of his chest. He tried to pull his body away from yours, but the act was fruitless. He was yours to play with.

“I’m just giving you what you want, baby...” You cooed, enjoying the sliding of your cum filled walls against his flaccid cock. He’d just filled you again, his body unable to control its reaction to your ministrations.

You hovered over his lips, fingers lifting to tenderly caress his face. He turned away, jaw clenched in bubbling rage. His amber eyes were shrouded in darkness, his body taught with more than just lust. He was angry…beyond angry at your manipulation. He detested losing control and you’d managed to steal it back while simultaneously punishing him for the gluttonous piece of shit that he was.

“Untie me right fucking now or I swear to fucking God I-,”

“You’ll what? Stick your dick in anything with a goddamn pulse?” You interrupted, seeing the veins in his neck throb in time with his rapidly beating heart. You bent forward and licked at his reddened cheek, tasting the salt of his sweat. You teased him with your lips, slowly and with purpose, brushing your nipples against his own naked chest. “Why should you get to have all the fun? Hmm?”

Negan hissed as you simultaneously squeezed your pussy around him and bit down on his bottom lip, seeing a dot of red rise to the surface. His gaze was hard and threatening, a clear warning to heed the beast you’d awakened.

“You’re gonna pay for this fucking stunt, doll.”

“No…” You sat up, straightening your back so that you could look down at him. “I don’t think so.” You rasped, lifting up so that his swelling cock fell from the clutches of your body. His cum followed seconds later, dripping down your lips and onto his taut stomach. You watched him closely as you played with your nipples, arching your back as you rubbed sensuously against his overheated skin.

“You’re a fucking bitch.” He growled, pulling at his ties as you teased the head of his cock.

You laughed and dug your nails into his pectorals, drawing out a pained groan. You hummed at the sound, jerking his chin so that he had nowhere to look but at you.

“I’m your fucking wife. And its time you started respecting that, Daddy…” You sneered, mocking the title he’d bestowed onto himself. It was another means of control. And while Negan was very much your Daddy, he was also very much out of fucking line.

You licked at the indentions your nails left embedded in his skin, feeling his muscles tense at the wet feel of you. You worked him like you had many times over the years, playing him like a well-tuned fiddle. And predictably so, he reacted. His cock was hard as it throbbed between your bodies, twitching with greediness as you worked your mouth down his torso. Negan’s breathing ratcheted up once more, his nostrils flaring with every pass of air. You nipped at his hip bones, tracing the line of muscle that lead to the thing that’d brought you so much pleasure and chose to bring you so much pain.

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby. You know I-,”

“What? Love me?” You interjected incredulously, letting your fingers find their way around the width of him. Your hand slid easily over his length, your combined releases aiding in your prolonged torment of him.

“Yes. Of course I fucking love you, you psychotic bitch.” He gritted out, eyes squeezing shut at the kitten lick you placed at his weeping tip. The fact that he had anymore cum left to give spoke to how much of an insatiable prick your husband actually was.

You straightened once again, abandoning the path you’d been set on. He thrust his hips, trying to follow you, but you settled your weight on him, rendering him immobile.

“You’ve got some sins to repent for first. So now that you’ve got me full of you…” You trailed a finger through your folds, coating them in his essence. “Let’s see how long you can go without, Daddy.”

And so began the next phase of punishment for your lying, cheating, sexy, charming, demented husband.

[cockslutpadalecki]

Can I take Pride with our main man, Negan please? Yes that's right, I'm dusting off my Negan hat 😂🥵 love you babe! Congrats! 😘

oh this is gonna be so good, ughh i already can’t wait to see what your filthy mind comes up with lmao love you too my queen ❤️

[sweetness47]

Too Lazy to Care

Pairing: Dean x reader

This is for the Seven Deadly Sins challenge hosted by @ne-gans​

Word count: 1225

Warnings: possibly smut, language, laziness, Dean being an ass, MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY

Summary: Dean can really infuriate you some days, especially when he’s in one of his moods.

Yeah, it was one of those days. You know the ones, where your significant other decides to be an ass and almost completely ignore you?

And it made me want to strangle the man.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, Dean is everything a girl like me could want. Strong, devastatingly handsome, rock hard chiseled abs, and those mesmerizing green eyes. Not to mention that panty-melting smile of his.

But his mood swings were something I could definitely do without.

Those were the times where I honestly wondered why I was even in his bed. He would either ignore me completely, give me a peck on the cheek, or worse, he would make love to me, but with an air of duty instead of passion.

As if I were some kind of chore he had to take care of. Chuck forbid I should actually get any response or enjoyment from it.

Sam knew about the mood swings, and he knew what it did to me. He knew my anger, my frustrations, my desire to fucking slap the man senseless. He would make attempts to cheer me up, and most times it worked to some degree, and for that I was immensely grateful. Otherwise I’d be insane and Dean would be six feet under.

No, seriously. When two people love each other, they talk, they communicate their feelings, they make love, cuddle, and keep each other safe. Or at least that’s what I was always lead to believe.

So this morning, Dean wakes up grumpy. Hardly says two fucking words to me. He showers and gets dressed. Now, sometimes this happens if we are dealing with a tough case, or an exceptionally difficult hunt. But today? None of those things are in the menu.

He’s sitting having coffee by the time I enter the kitchen. Sam gives me that look, the one that warns me what kind of day I’m going to have. I roll my eyes, mentally preparing for whatever fate happens to throw my way.

I sit beside him and say good morning, he grunts. Doesn’t even look at me. He has no interest whatsoever in searching for a new case. In fact, he looks positively bored and depressed. Ok, depression, maybe, considering what we do. Seeing innocent people haunted or killed by monsters, demons, spirits…it’s enough to destroy one’s mind. I get that. But keeping it bottled in? Not good for the psyche and definitely not cool for a relationship built on communication and trust.

He slowly saunters to the common room, sinking to the couch and turning on the TV. He doesn’t even care what show is on. He doesn’t even watch it. He just stares off into space, zoning out me, Sam, everyone.

Part of me crumples when I see him like this. My heart aches to take him into my arms and just hold him. I’ve tried that, but he pushes me away and tells me to leave him alone. The first time he did that, I cried all afternoon. Sam held me, stroked my hair as I sobbed uncontrollably on his shoulder. He knows how much I hurt when I see Dean like this. And Dean doesn’t even seem to care.

At some point, he goes to our room and lays down. I’m playing cards with Sam on our bed, but when Dean walks in, Sam leaves, giving me a sad smile as he does. I try to cuddle with my boyfriend, hold him close, show him he can lean on me. He does respond this time, turning to face me.

He kisses me, slowly removing my clothes, while I remove his. But that’s where the romantic part ends. He crawls onto me, not that I mind, it’s why I’m here. I am wet, but not a lot. He thrusts in slow, but it’s uncomfortable because of the lack of juices.

His movements are agonizingly lazy, like he doesn’t want to put in the effort. It’s just a chore. Something he feels like he has to do instead of something he wants to do. I try hard not to cry, I refuse to show him how much it kills me when he does this. I don’t know how much more my heart can take. I love him so much, but this is the one thing that could drive me away.

I wrestle with the thought. I have numerous times. But at this particular moment, it’s more than a thought. It’s slowly killing me. And I know leaving him will completely demolish what’s left of my heart. But for the sake of my sanity, I honestly don’t think I have a choice.

I wait till he’s finished and he falls asleep. Then I quietly pack up my clothes and toiletries and move back to my original room. I won’t leave the bunker, and I won’t leave Sam. They need my help. But I can’t be with Dean. Not now, perhaps not ever again. My heart is already shattered. I’m withering away.

Sam knocks on my door to check and see how I’m doing. I cry again. He just lets me rant and vent, letting me cry on his shoulder again. He’s been my one constant friend in all this. I won’t lose him because of Dean’s indifference toward me.

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Dean’s POV

YN has been nothing short of a miracle since she became part of my life. I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been. But, I realized she’s also my biggest weakness.

That’s when I decided I needed to keep her at a distance. Not too much of a gap. I just needed to take an occasional day and cut off all thoughts of her, zone out. It takes every bit of will power I possess to do this to her. But I need to keep my emotions under control.

Because I know it would kill me if anything ever happened to her. I honestly think I would close down completely, give up on life, because YN is my life.

When I do pay attention to her, I just make it seem like I don’t really care. It pains me to see the hurt in her expression, to see how much it affects her. All I want to do is kiss away her tears and her worries, tell her it was all a ruse.

But I don’t. And that was my downfall.

I went too far, let it happen too long.

When I woke from my nap, I saw the drawers open. Her clothes missing. I panicked, thinking she’d left the bunker. Then I saw the note. She was still in the bunker, but had moved back to her own room. YN had left me because of my ‘mood swings’.

I did what I did to keep her safe, to keep us safe.

But I failed.

I lost her to laziness, to sloth.

My face falls into my hands as I let loose the tears I’ve held back, feeling like a complete fool. I deserve this. All of it.

@drkcnry67​ @akshi8278​

[cockslutpadalecki]

Okay, I have to join. I love the idea of keeping it under 1K! Can I please have Greed with Steve Rogers? I'll, of course, be posting it on captain-rogers-beard. Thank you!

okay mimi, i’m fangirling a little bit that you’re gonna take part in my challenge heheh 🤭

but yes of course, i absolutely can’t wait to see what sinful goodness you’re gonna come up with! x

[sweetness47]

The Art

Pairing Dean x Reader

For the Seven Deadly Sins challenge hosted by @ne-gans​

Warnings: smut, cheating, language, slight non-con, hot sex, Dean wanting what isn’t his

MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!!!

Word Count: 1222

I love my brother. I’ve looked out for him for most of our lives. I was the one who made sure we ate, made sure he did his homework, made sure he was safe.

When he had girlfriends, I was happy for him. I always respected his privacy. We hunt together, we make life work living at the bunker, we watch out for each other.

But now? Now, he has something I want. Like really, really want.

YN. His girlfriend. The current love of his life.

They’ve been a couple for a few years now. He loves her, and he was even thinking of proposing to her. She’s a hunter like us, so she gets the whole life. She’s practically perfect for him.

Except I want to be him. I want to be the one she kisses, the one she laughs with, the one she fucks every night.

I manage to hold back, even though her scent drives me crazy. God, all I want to do is bury my nose in her hair, the citrus shampoo she uses, the vanilla and blackberry smell of her skin, those dimples, her beautiful (e/c) eyes. She’s so fucking sexy. I imagine what it would be like to devour her, claim her, find out what she tastes like.

My mind is consumed with thoughts of YN, her body, her tits, what she looks like under those tight jeans she wears. Part of me knows it’s wrong to want her, to think of her in this way, especially since she’s not mine. But I really don’t care. I know I should, but I don’t.

Sam heads out on a single case hunt, saying he’ll be home in a couple of days, and if he needs help he’ll give us a shout. This isn’t the first time one of us has done a solo hunt. Some of them are easy. But right now, with everything my mind is thinking and feeling? Probably should have been me going. Because all I want to do once he leaves is claim YN.

I know it’s a sin. A big sin. But no matter how much I try and talk myself out of wanting her, the feeling never goes away. And I’m most likely going to Hell anyways.

It’s an hour after he leaves. YN is in the common room, reading a book. I casually sit beside her, and pick up a book I was reading earlier. We sit like this for about half an hour, then she gets up to go to her room.

I stand. “YN.” I call out and she stops. She turns to face me, and I move closer to her. She isn’t afraid of me, so she doesn’t move back.

I don’t say anything else, but instead I grab her and pull her to me. My lips descend on hers like a hawk swooping in to devour its prey. She struggles, pushes against my chest, but I persist. After a few minutes she stops pushing, and opens to my assault. Instantly my tongue dives in, claiming hers, dancing with it, even as her body begins to soften to my touch.

She pulls away first, a look of horror on her face. “Dean, what the hell? We…I can’t…This is wrong! What’s going on?”

“I want you YN. I have for a long time. And I will have you. I will lick every inch of your delectable body, eat every drop of juice your pussy has to offer, and fuck you till you can’t walk straight.”

I wait, watching as my words sink in. And fuck, she’s turned on. I can smell her arousal. I reach between us and cup her through her jeans, grinning. “You’re soaked sweetheart. So fucking wet, all for me.”

She has the decency to blush, embarrassed by the idea that she wants me while she’s with Sam. But she doesn’t protest when I undo the button of her blue jeans and slip my hand inside her panties. I moan as I feel her gush. I bring my finger out and put it to her lips. “Taste how much you want me YN. You can’t deny it. The evidence is right here.”

Her pink tongue flicks out, tasting her musk as it glistens on my finger. Her eyes close as she licks more, the expression she wears almost has me creaming my shorts like a fucking teenager. She hums in appreciation. That’s my undoing.

I grab her and kiss her again. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her up, moving her legs to wrap around my waist. We barely make it to my room. Clothes are being torn off as we walk there, and my cock is so fucking hard, it’s almost painful.

I put her down briefly once we get to my bed, so we can remove our pants and underwear. My breath catches as I stare at her fully naked. She’s even better than my imagination predicted.

I push her backwards onto the mattress and cover her with my body. I cup one of her breasts while taking the nipple of the other in my mouth. My teeth tease and suck on the hard bud, while my hand kneads the other.

I move down, leaving hot kisses that sear her flesh, and find home plate. My tongue dives in, plunging into her hole. She arches off the bed as an orgasm hits her right away. My thumb moves in circles over her throbbing clit, and I insert two fingers into her dripping pussy, joining my tongue as I continue to fuck her.

She’s screaming and cursing my name, pulling my hair and grinding into my face all at the same time, as though fighting with herself. I make her cum two more times before I make my way back up, licking and kissing every single spot I encounter.

My mouth claims hers once again as I move to take her. I need to be careful otherwise I could blow my load early, that’s how fucking eager I am. It’s only by sheer luck that I haven’t, or maybe my body is just waiting for her.

My first thrust draws a gasp from me and from her. Fuck she’s tight. I don’t stop though, I push through, setting an almost bruising pace. “Fuck, Dean…Oh god!!” She’s at a loss for words as I slam into her, plunging her into yet another earth-shattering climax.

The room is filled with wet sloppy sex sounds, skin slapping skin, grunts and moans, and it smells like a fucking orgy. I manage to coax her over the cliff one more time before I explode, my eyes seeing stars as they roll back in my head. Fucking hell, I think I just went to heaven.

She lets me hold her after, and she sighs in contentment. She’s satisfied. Happy. I can feel the corners of her mouth twitch up as she lays her head on my chest.

I don’t know what we’re going to tell Sam, and at this moment, I don’t care. I have what I wanted. I have YN.

@akshi8278​ @drkcnry67​ 

[cockslutpadalecki]

I just noticed you have a seven deadly sins challenge. I remember doing one last year or year before? Anyhow... I'd love to participate if you have any left. 2 if you have more than one. Surprise me

oh cool! i have spaces in greed, gluttony and sloth left if any of those take your fancy?

[sweetness47]

More, More, More

Pairing Sam x reader

For the 7 Deadly sins challenge – GREED

Final word count: 1018

Probably smut, language, mature content, MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY

 He knew all the right things to say. He knew how to push the right buttons, the ones that would have you saying yes to him. And you did. Your panties were soaked after just talking for 5 minutes. This tall, handsome sex god wanted to take you home for the night. Who were you to refuse such an invite from a deity.

He was on you the moment the hotel door closed. His lips dominated yours, his tongue fought its way inside your mouth, mating with yours. Hands swiftly removed your clothing, and you were eagerly complying, while removing his.

There was no foreplay, no dirty talk. He laid you on the bed and covered your body with his own, then lined up with your wet cunt and thrust inside. There was some discomfort, but your body had produced enough juices for it to be mostly comfortable. It was the eagerness, the thrill of the moment.

His movements were swift and harsh. In no time at all, he was climaxing, grunting as his seed found it’s way inside you. Satisfied, he gathered you in his arms and promptly fell asleep.

Ok, so it was quicker than you’d hoped, and not as satisfying for you, considering you didn’t even get a chance to orgasm. Maybe he was just drunk. He’d surely remember you once he woke. Right?

Wrong. You woke to his body covering yours, and his lips crashing into yours as his hard cock once again found its way inside your sticky channel. You weren’t as wet as last time, having been asleep until a few seconds ago. Didn’t this man realize you needed some coaxing, some kind of sexy foreplay? Something to entice you? Get your body wet and welcoming?

Once he started thrusting he felt good, he had before too, but once again he sought only his own release, and never gave a thought to your own happiness. He got up off the bed and showered, leaving you stunned and somewhat unimpressed.

On the one hand, the man was very, very well endowed. Sex god was a very accurate description in that regard. Looks too. But his bedside manners? Severely lacking. All he seemed to care about was his own end game. Not hers. It was too bad. He was hot as fuck.

Well, perhaps the third time will be the charm. Maybe he just needed to wake up, sober, and freshen up. Yeah, surely the next round would be better.

The shower finished, and Sam opened the bathroom door, hair wet and slicked back, towel wrapped low around his hips, evidence of his desire for her clearly present. He looked at her with heavy lust, his eyes hooded.

He pounced on the bed, and her stomach clenched in anticipation, the look he gave her filled with purpose. This is it, she thought.

The towel discarded, he crawled up her body, licking his way up to her throat, then chin, then her mouth, demanding entrance. Her lips parted and he pushed past, thrusting his tongue inside as his shaft prepared to enter her. She was wet this time, making it easy for the first push.

Unfortunately for her, he only chased his own release, coming quickly, never once giving a second thought to her needs. This time, when he pulled her close to cuddle, she skitted away from him and hastily retrieved her clothes.

Sam frowned slightly as he growled. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re mine.”

She stared incredulously at him. “First, I’m not yours. Second, all you seem to care about is your own satisfaction. In the 7 times we’ve had incredible sex, not once have you given any thought to me and my needs, just your own. So, as much fun as this has been, I am going home.”

Sam was off the bed in the blink of an eye, blocking the door with his large sculpted (and very naked) body. He grabbed YN and kissed her hard, feeling her body melt into his. When she pushed him back, he confessed, “I have a tendency to be somewhat greedy with something I truly desire. For that I do apologize. Normally I don’t forget my partner’s needs.” He had the decency to blush. “But you? You’re different, I can’t get enough of you. It’s like I’m under a spell. Stay. Let me make it up to you.”

He barely gave her a chance to nod. His lips quickly found hers once more as he picked her up and carried her back to the waiting bed. Clothes forgotten, he set her down gently before kissing his way down her belly, stopping when he reached her pussy. His tongue dove in, and he groaned as his taste buds danced with joy. Fuck!! She was exquisite!! How could he have missed this?

The first orgasm slammed her over the edge, and she cried out, digging her fingers into his hair to draw him closer to her. But he wasn’t done. He drew lazy circles around her clit with one hand and inserted three fingers inside her dripping hole. His hand fucked her with earnest, sending her crashing into another high, her body bucking against him, shuddering as her walls squeezed around his thick digits.

Then he was there again, with his hard cock, pushing in, drenching his shaft in her delicious juices. He wasn’t gentle, his pace fast, seeking his release, and finding another orgasm for YN. He kissed her hard, drowning out the cries of her release, her body feeling like jello. Then Sam followed her, grunting as he spilled inside her, collapsing off to the side once he was drained.

Breathless, he turned to her, drawing her into his embrace. “Well, did I convince you?”

She, equally breathless, replied, “Perhaps, but just to be sure, perhaps you could convince me some more?”

She giggled when he raised a brow at her. “Let’s wait a few minutes.”

@ne-gans​ @drkcnry67​ 

[cockslutpadalecki]

Congrats reaching 7k. Can I get lust for your seven deadly sins challenge?

thank you! yes you can x