#sub!sam x domme!reader

[goodgirlofglory]

Hey bestie, Happy Fourth of July! ❤️🤍💙🦅

Aka, happy birthday Steven Grant Rogers. 🪖💪

Usually, my go to reads consist of Bucky, but today I am feeling patriotic. So my ask includes reader giving steve a sloppy toppy 😏 💦 under the fireworks after an eventful birthday

But not just any blowjob, this is the first one that steve has gotten in 70+ yrs because he’s a grandpa that didn’t venture out into the modern world until he met reader. So now, he really understands why Bucky enjoyed his time with the ladies back in the 40’s 🇺🇸

And this blowjob in particular has him gripping whatever he can in his fists, has him moaning like a little boy, his mouth drooling, his eyes rolling, his soul leaving his body. 🙉 and reader is just talking him through it like the good girl she is 😊

Anyways, thank you for listening to my slutty asks. I hope you have a good day/evening where you are!! 🌸❤️

Bestie!!!🫶🎀🦋

Happy birthday to both Steve Rogers and the US of A🎉🎉✨️✨️✨️🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

I'm definitely in my Bucky corner nowadays too, but there's no hardship revisiting dear Stevie boy, so in the name of patriotism, here's a little somethin somethin😉😌

Absolutely LOVE the prompt (and your slutty asks are always a fav)!!! Things got a little out of hand, so Steve ended up reeeallyyy subby in this, but I kinda like it, don't you?

Enjoy, sweetie, have a good day/night wherever you are🫶🫶🦋

In the name of patriotism / One-shot

Pairing: Inexperienced!Sub!Steve Rogers x Experienced!Soft!Domme!reader

Word count: 2,5k

Warnings: SMUUUUTT, oral (m receiving), soft domme reader, semi-public sex (oral behind the trees while there’s a party in the garden, ball-sucking, deepthroating, messy head, cum swallowing woop woop, dirty talk. Steve is very subby in this.

Summary: See delicious prompt above

“A-are you sure you’re okay w-with missing the f-f-fire-w-works?” he asks again, breath significantly more labored than just a minute ago - when you’d pinned him to the tree and gotten on your bare knees in the grass. 

As you look up at his face, an explosion of glittering gold and red fireworks fills the sky above him, illuminating his strong nose, high cheekbones and blond hair tousled by his own hands raking through it. You consider his words, feeling his bulge throb under your hands - where you have them paused at his zipper. The belt you just undid hangs limp on each side of your hands, signaling how fucking close you are to the one thing you’ve been thinking about for the last hour. 

Another glittering explosion in the sky, this one gold and silver, and his chest is heaving. 

“View’s pretty great from here,” you say, preening as you see his furrowed expression break up in helpless laughter. He shaks his head a little, but his cock throbs again, betraying how he really feels about that comment. 

It was by pure chance you walked by as Steve said it. You’d been on your way back from the bathroom when you’d halted outside the living room in Sam’s house and heard the boy’s talk through the crack in the door.

“Wait, nothing?” Sam asked incredulously. 

Steve’s voice came a moment later, sounding sheepish and maybe a bit abashed. 

“No. Not since the war. Sure, a kiss here and there, but you know me. I don’t get out much,” Steve’d said apologetically, and the resigned way he said it had set something off inside you. 

If there were three thing Steve Rogers was not to feel, it was inadequate, undeserving and unsatisfied. It was the whole reason you’d planned this combined birthday and 4th of July-celebration, goddamn it. For Steve to feel celebrated and loved, surrounded by loved ones, doing things he enjoyed. It had been an absolute banger of an evening, and you just got the idea of how to make the night even better for him. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t completely selfless. You did have a big ol’ crush on the man. Who didn’t? And if he hadn’t had a single sexual encounter in 70+ years, you were the perfet candidate to change that. 

So here you are, knees soaking in the dirt, hands dragging the zipper of his faded, blue jeans all the way down, your own breath growing choppy as you stare at the gray boxers hiding the thing you want most. There is already a wet patch in the fabric, right where the tip of his cock is outlined. Your mouth fucking salivates at the sight. 

He shifts where he stands, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, and you bask in how impatient he is, how much you can sense he wants it, even if he’s giving you every chance of an out. Polite, chivalrous man - how can he not see you’re dying to gag on his cock behind a tree in Sam’s garden - while the rest of the party’s conveniently occupied watching the fireworks? 

“I just - um - you just have to know I-I-I’m not pressuring you or -” he starts, stuttering so adorably, and his words dies on a gasp of breath as you reach up and lay your hand atop his boxer-clad cock, feeling it jump at the contact. He is so sensitive.

“Don’t you want it?” you ask. It’ll be agony having to tear yourself away at this point, but you’ll do it if he says no of course. You can tell he won’t though. 

“No! I mean yes! I do, I fucking do - God, so much - just-”

“Then be quiet,” you say softly. It’s honestly astounding seeing him so flustered, stumbling over his words like his mind is already going under. Big, strong man, Captain America himself, putty in your hands, fumbling and blushing, and his cock isn’t even out yet. It’s making you fucking soak your panties. 

His head thumps back against the tree and he exhales like he’s relieved. Relieved it’s actually happening despite him doing his part and checking your consent. Like you weren’t the one dragging him into the bushes and telling him to stay still, winking at him while you kneeled before him. 

A small sound escapes him as you pull his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before tucking the band of his boxers all the way under his balls - so you have proper access to him. You’ll accept no less, even given you have little space and even less time to do this before someone’s gonna come looking for you - it’s Steve’s party after all - and you’re the host. 

He’s fucking huge, intimidatingly so, even for you. He’s pale, bright pink on the tip, hair neatly trimmed by the base. He’s long and thick, prominent veins on the underside leading up to a pronounced head with a tight frenulum you can’t wait to tease with the tip of your tongue. You hold him gently by the base as you examine him, and a clear drop of precome trickle out the slit at the tip and down his shaft as you watch. It’s unreal how gorgeous he is. 

“Perfect,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, and meet his eyes as his head whips down to see you. A groan seems to tear itself from him as he lays eyes on you gazing at his cock from eye level. He ducks his head a little, almost like he’s trying to hide from the praise, and you see in the flashing light of the next firework that there’s a tell-tale blush high on his cheekbones. 

Oh, he liked that. 

You take him into your mouth as you hold his gaze, making him pay attention to every inch of himself disappearing slowly in between your lips. His mouth falls open as you work him deeper, tongue working to coat him in spit, cheeks hollowing in to add suction everytime you pull him out. You command he watches it all, and lets you see exactly what it does to him. 

His brows crunch together and rise on his forehead, his mouth gasping wider open, his face contorts almost to a grimace and you eagerly eat it all up as you work your mouth over him again and again. You gasp off him, and he gasps with you, sounding almost pained as you tease him with your tongue, running it from root to tip and back.

He throws his head back only to whip it down seconds later, unable to keep his eyes away from it, body shuddering each time you swipe the tip of your tongue from his frenulum to his tip, swiping at the spittle of precome that it coaxes out each time. 

You’re going pretty slow for someone who has such little time as you do, but you can tell it does it for him. He’s sensitive beyond all reason, and you know just a little more of this and some naughty words will get him right off that edge. 

“You like it?” you ask, moving your mouth down to take his balls into your mouth. 

He chokes on a groan as you latch on to one testicle, rolling it into your mouth and releasing it with a suctioning pop. His hands fists at his side before unclenching and reaching behind him, grabbing at the tree like it can save him. 

“Yes,” he gasps, desperately. 

You take his spit covered cock in your hand and jerk him off, fast and hard right off the bat, watching with preening satisfaction as his eyes clamp shut and his jaw drops, hips shifting restlessly, itching to thrust into your hand like he just can’t help but chase the pleasure. 

“Good. I want you to come for me. Don’t hold back when you reach that edge, give it all to me,” you say, voice deliciously raspy from taking him so deep, and he’s already nodding before you’re halfway through the sentence, putty in your hands. 

The fireworks above are going off full force now, painting the Captain in flashing colours of gold, red, silver, blue, green and purple, illuminating him like a fucking work of art as he gasps and groans, bites his lips red, saliva coating them and running out the side of his mouth to trickle down to his jaw. He’s such an open book, honest, body shameless in its pleasure even as he blushes bright red as he meets your eyes, seeing you staring unabashedly as you keep jerking him, suckling the other testicle. 

You take him back into your mouth, pressing him all the way back and into your throat. He sounds almost alarmed as you take him down your throat again and again, pushing your limits to give him that ultimate pleasure, working what you can’t get into your mouth with a spit covered hand. 

To his credit, he stays almost perfectly still like you told him to, only moving his hips whatever inches he can’t seem to control - and also trembling more and more as he nears his peak, moaning almost continually. 

“Fuck,” he swears at one point, and his hand flies out to tangle in your hair, holding on with a grip that alludes to unmatched violence but keeps to a desperate cling instead, a simple gesture to keep himself grounded. You groan around his cock, encouraging and maybe a bit patronizing, even as you gag around him before pulling off with a gasp. 

“Come on, baby, I’m right here. I want it all,” you say in between suckling and messily kissing the tip of his cock, jerking him for real now, hauling him to the edge. 

He whimpers at your words, and you relish the vulnerability of it, how he gives himself to you so entirely.

“I want your come, sweet thing, I can feel you want to give it to me,” you say, earning another desperate whimper. 

“Be good and come for me. That’s it, I’m right here, give it to me,” you babble, and his hips are thrusting into your wet fist now, mindlessly chasing that edge as his eyes lock with yours, pupils blown wide, mind empty but for your words and his need to come. It’s an absolutely gorgeous fucking sight and you don’t want to go a single day without it from now on. 

You take him back down your throat and he comes fast. How can he not, it’s his first blowie in 70+ years, maybe ever - you haven’t asked him yet. Also, you’d be insulted if he didn’t come fast, given how much work you’re putting in, taking him all the way into your throat and drenching both his cock, balls and your own chin in your saliva. 

You feel the way his muscles tense up long before it happens, like his whole body is going to combust on the spot, and then this tiniest, most vulnerable sound leaves him, like a choked whimper mixed with an almost woeful sigh. And then his cock is pulsing deliciously in your mouth, throbbing as he explodes, and you hum low and long in encouragement as he gives you everything he’s got, shaking and trembling through it all. Bark splinters off the tree he’s pinned against as his fists clench through it, and his cum is thick and salty and perfect on your tongue, coming out in such intense, forceful spurts you nearly choke on it. 

The fireworks are dwindling a bit in the sky, but you can still enjoy the sight of Steve going limp, head thumping back against the tree as he puts a hand through his hair, the other coming forth to cradle your jaw as you keep his throbbing cock in your mouth long after you’ve swallowed all the cum.

You gently release him, coo at him when he hisses from the sensitivity, and tuck him gently back into his pants, doing up the fly and belt before kissing his bulge lovingly, hoping for a swift reunion. 

Ever the gentleman, he helps you with gentle hands as you get up on your feet and before you can really think on what comes next, he’s kissing you. He cradles you close with one arm around your shoulder while the other cups your jaw and his embrace is warm and tender and needy and perfect. You put your arms around his torso, holding him tight and kissing him back, letting his tongue snake into your mouth, loving that he isn’t averse to his own taste. 

You kiss long and sweetly, unrushed, and you think maybe this should’ve come before the blowjob but Steve doesn’t seem too unhappy about the turn of events, turning you around to pin you against the tree as he plasters himself against you.  Are you tripping, or is he hard again? 

The chatter of the party comes back to life, and you break the kiss to murmur against Steve’s lips. 

“We should get back to the rest before they get suspicious.”

“Why?” Steve asks casually, and it’s your time to blush from the blatant lack of care he has for the possibility of people finding you like this. You giggle and slap his chest playfully. 

“Because, it’s your party and I’m the host,” you say, but it’s a nonsense reason. You could just stay like this until everyone’s left and it’d be okay with you. Maybe you could suck him some more. 

“Would you like to stay after? I’d like…um…” he seems to struggle to put to words what he wants, kissing you hard before just saying “more”. 

You giggle again and he smiles against your lips. 

“You’re so good with your words, Captain” you tease. 

He groans and his arms pull at your hips to grind his bulge into your stomach. 

“Nothin' like you. Fuck, that fucking mouth of yours drove me crazy,” he groans, never pulling back more than just enough to get his words out between your mingling breaths. “I’d like to return the favor.”

And a thrill goes up your spine and shivers down it at the promise in his voice, the breathless desire that manifests there, and you nod eagerly just as Sam’s voice cuts through the chatter out in the yard, calling for both you and Steve.

[sleepingdeath-light]

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listed below is all of the smutty content that i published between the 1st and 31st of october 2023 as a part of this blog’s kinktober event — all organised by date of publishing (or the date they were meant to be published…).

“the power of suggestion” -> mirror sex

scp 953 x cis male reader

warnings : dubious consent, character death

“afterglow” -> sadism/masochism

sam pinkett x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!reader, masochist!sam

“death valley” -> fuck or die

peperoncino cookie x non binary afab reader

warnings : dubious consent

“the concubine” -> getting caught

king!loki laufeyson x non binary afab reader

warnings : distinct power dynamic (royal vs servant)

“in quiet waters” -> consensual somnophilia

captain caviar cookie x cis female reader

warnings : oral sex performed on a sleeping party

“red and the wolf” -> dirty talk

zen / hyun ryu x gender neutral reader

warnings : none

“joyride” -> in a vehicle

asami sato x non binary afab reader

warnings : dangerous driving

“for old times’ sake” -> intoxicated sex

sirius black x cis male reader

warnings : drunk sex acts

“myers’ girl” -> public sex

michael myers (any) x cis female reader

warnings : rough sex, choking, social ostracisation

“the perfect gentleman” -> loss of virginity

alastor x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!alastor, masochist!reader

“like rabbits” -> breeding kink

lucky the rabbit x cis female reader

warnings : none

“baby fever” -> breeding kink [bonus]

jamie winton x cis female reader

warnings : none

“when you’re dreaming” -> wet dream

pure vanilla cookie x cis female reader

warnings : none

“your princess” -> 69

bloom x cis female reader

warnings : none

“the spider’s web” -> rough sex

claude faustus x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!claude, masochist!reader

“gorgeous girl” -> lingerie kink

luisa madrigal x gender neutral reader

warnings : none

“the best things happen in the dark” -> accidental stimulation

loona x non binary amab reader

warnings : public sex acts

“the fall” -> corruption kink

overlord voltari x non binary afab reader

warnings : imbalance of experience

“before work” -> quickie

shang-chi x cis male reader

warnings : none

“an evening meal” -> food play

ariel x male reader

warnings : none

“take a bite” -> blood kink

vampire cookie x non binary afab reader

warnings : blood kink, blood drinking

“a feast fit for a king” -> cum eating

licorice cookie x cis female reader

warnings : none

“a tight fit” -> size kink

kikimora x cis male reader

warnings : none

“becoming hers” -> marking kink

helen bierce x gender neutral reader

warnings : branding, marking, dom/sub dynamic

“thrill seekers” -> extreme water play

jeff the killer x gender neutral reader

warnings : breath play via drowning, extremely rough sex

“a matter of trust” -> breath play

shirou oogami x gender neutral reader

warnings : choking

“her needy princess” -> mummy kink

padmé amidala x cis female reader

warnings : none

“test your luck” -> dominating the domme

alcina dimitrescu x unspecified amab reader

warnings : —

“captain’s orders” -> impact play

captain caviar cookie x cis female reader

warnings : spanking, pussy spanking, slight humiliation

“a taste of heaven” -> dubious consent

ariel conroy x cis female reader

warnings : heavily dubious consent, references to stalking, infidelity (jamie deserves better)

[pagesofivy]

Dropping In ch 2

Title: Some Things Change... Some Stay the Same

AO3 Link

Square filled: Sub!Sam 

Ship: Sam Winchester x female!reader

Rating: T

Tags/warnings: angst, awkward conversations, Dean's actually the conversationalist, D/s

Summary: After the reveal that you and Sam are both hunters, can your relationship be repaired, or will things crumble to pieces faster than a well-baked pie?

Word count: 947

created for @spnkinkbingo

[geminimoonbeamx]

Sugar Rush: Part One

A/N: So I’ve kind of been dying to write any kind of Sub!Sebastian story for ages. Just because I’m obsessed with reading Stucky stories(porn) and more often then not he’s a bottom and I live for that shit. So I thought I’d try my hand at writing some real kinky shit. Also if you guys haven’t read Suga Mama by Emotchalla, please fucking do. Her story along with the massive amount of Sugar baby Stucky fics are why this idea has seeded itself into my brain and wont go away.

Also- I don’t have time to be writing another 25 chapter story lol. So this fic is going to be paced kind of fast, and at some points be one shots that are barley connected. Kind of just a way to get out my fantasies- no novels here.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: As with all of my stories there’s a permanent warning of cursing. I have a mouth like a sailor and express myself through the word fuck.

Summary: Bucky is a College student in his early twenties who seems to be drowning in the struggle of adulthood. When he meets Y/N, a well off Magazine CEO and gets the proposition of a lifetime, he takes on a title he never even could have imagined. Sugar Baby.

Bucky Barnes was no stranger to hard work. To the struggles of life.

He, along with his little sister Rebecca, had been in and out of the system up until he was nine; group homes and foster care were things that he was familiarized with at a young age. But so were heroine needles and that look that junkies get in there eye when the were high- he’d take sleeping in a clean bed in orphanage over listening to his mother tweak in the next room any day. He’d been adopted by George and Winifred Barnes two months shy of his tenth birthday, and they were the best people he’d ever met. Kind, and loving. He truly believes that they were heaven sent(if you tasted Winnie Barnes’ country fried steak, you’d think the same) but it’s not as though his life was suddenly a cake walk. He grew up the eldest of five- four younger sisters.

Yeah, if that sounds a little hellish, that’s because it was. He loved those little brats with all his heart, but damn, had they forced him into the “mature older brother” role.

He’d done well in High School- both athletically and academically. Played Varsity baseball and stayed on the honor roll all four years. Was it hard? Balancing the two along with his flourishing social life(because everyone love Bucky, that’s just how it went)? Yeah, maybe. But he did it.

…The hardest, most unexpected endeavor that he’d ever have to face came when he was eighteen- the car accident. The one that had left him mangled and broken. So fucked up- no one ever knew if he’d be able to recover-

But guess what? He had.

He liked to think his best personality trait was resilience. Throw anything at him. Any-fucking-thing. And he’d endure it, and bounce back.

But being a college student, living in New York City? Now this was some rough shit. If he wasn’t working at one of his two jobs, the ones that barley covered his rent, phone bill and tuition payments- he was in school. Studying his ass off, desperately attempting to get his degree. He barley had money for food most of the time. Thank fuck that he and his roomates had a “grocery jar” that they all contributed too- or else he surely would have starved. His diet consisted mostly of frozen foods and PBJ’s

He was living that early twenties struggle. The one that he knew everyone had to go through- to build character and all that. But fuck, was it killing him.

He was running on fumes, which wasn’t out of the norm, but still was starting to take it’s toll as he shook a bag of Cheddar Ruffles into his mouth. Breakfast of champions. He was listening to his roomates as he clambered around the kitchen, only having five or so minutes to spare before he had to go catch the subway and get to school.

It was a discussion they’d been stressing over heavily as of late.

Steve had moved out a month prior, finally taking the next step with his long time boyfriend, Sam- and Bucky was happy for him.

“Finally, punk” He’d grinned and slapped the back of his friends head. would he miss him? Yeah, he would. Bucky had a lot of friends- but Steve was his best friend. His first friend. But times changed, and they were getting older and Steve still lived in Brooklyn, so there really wasn’t nothing to spill tears over.

Except for the fact that now, they had to figure out how to cover that missing gap of rent.

There was still him, Scott and Clint- and now he had his own room(which he’d won fair and square in an arm wrestle, thank you very fuckin’ much) but making the nearly two thousand dollar rent payment every month was going to be harder. And it had them all on edge.

“I’ll pick up some more shifts at the café” Bucky deducts, chugging down the rest of his coffee.

“And how are you gonna’ do that? And go to school? What are you gonna’ do? Astral Project?” Clint gave him a dead pan look and Bucky shrugged. He’d do what he had to.

“How fucking cool would that be though? If you could really, you know, like astral project…why are you guys looking at me like that?” Scott ended his sentence defensively as both Bucky and Clint stared at him pointedly. Bucky with a hint of amusement, and Clint with his arms folded across his chest.

Scott was most definitely the child of the group. The one that you found passed out in the bushes at parties…which was why when they’d found out his ex girlfriend was pregnant a few years ago- they’d all, to be frankly honest, had been fucking terrified for him. He was actually a pretty decent father though. His daughter spent one weekend a month with them, and Bucky thought she was just about the cutest thing ever.

“Can you take this seriously for a second, man” Clint stressed and Bucky just sighed and grabbed his back pack. He really couldn’t handle anymore stress at the moment and he was kind of happy he had to be at his 9 o'clock lecture. At least he could escape this conversation.

“It’ll be fine, okay guys? We’ll figure it out. Don’t stress it so bad” He soothes as he walks past them, giving them each a pat on the shoulder.

“We’re going to have to become strippers! You do realize that, right?” Clint calls to him as he’s half way out of the door and he chuckles.

“Well I do have the ass for it” is Bucky’s parting statement.

The trek across the city, to NYU was as it always was. He spent it on the subway, his head phones blaring in his ears as he went over his homework and got a little more studying in, even though his eyes kept crossing from exhaustion.

He really was considering Clint’s suggestion- stripping didn’t sound so bad right now. If not for his scarred up arm, he probably would have done it ages ago. Because Bucky wasn’t a judgmental prick, and he considered strippers and sex workers as just that- workers. People trying to get by. He didn’t really care how people got their money.

He rushed across campus and managed to make it to his Poly Sci class not only on time, but early. He knew it’d earn him some brownie points with Professor Xavier. He was unpacking his laptop- which was horribly outdated, and his text books when you walked in. He’d been looking up at someone passing by his desk when he’d first laid eyes on you. It wasn’t the way you looked, although he cant deny, you looked damn good. With your sleek black pant suit that clings to your curves(and you’re nothing but curves) and bag hanging on your arm. Your makeup done impeccably and your hair shiny- you looked expensive. Well manicured. You looked like money.

No; it was more the way you carried yourself. The confidence in your strut. The way that you held your chin high, and not in a douche arrogant way…but more in an elegant self assured way. He cant help but watch you, the way that you smile brightly and give Professor X a warm hand shake, squeezing his with both of yours. When you’re introduced to the class as the guest speaker the professor had invited, Bucky grins.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N, a former pupil of mine. Former writer for the New York Post and current Editor and Chief of S.H.I.E.L.D Magazine”

Ahh, so you didn’t just look like money. You were made of it.

S.H.I.E.L.D was a global Magazine- a household name. One that covered most everything; entertainment. Fashion. Politics. He found himself flipping through one almost every day at work.

Listening to your speech was almost hypnotic. You were humble, and yet commanded the room. He learned that at the ripe age of 32, you were the magazines youngest ever Editor and that you’d worked tooth and nail to get there. You talked about the importance of public relations, and knowing what was going on in the world- no matter what subject one might go into. Covered the best ways to get into any business-

“Persistence!” You’d encouraged with a smile “I mean excuse my French, but annoy the shit out of them! Make yourselves memorable. Don’t be afraid to break away from the norm, because the most special parts of you- the ones that will get you places- are buried under your insecurities”

It was honestly one of the most interesting, engaging classes Bucky had ever sat in. You gave real tips, talked about real life in a way that was so blunt; it was refreshing. At the end, right before you were set to end your discussion, you took questions.

You were answering a girl who sat next to his question about you’re travels while writing when you catch him staring at you.

It’s a hot gaze. A heavy one. His gunpowder eyes seem to…look deep into you. Set you alight from the inside out. When you meet the gaze, boldly meeting his eyes its like…

Fuck.

It’s like nothing Bucky has ever experienced. He wants to crawl out of his skin, wants to crawl to you. Wants to taste what that gaze promises. It feels like it lasts an eternity, but really its only a few fleeting moments, before you break the stare. He feels like something inside of him breaks too, as you look away. As he packs his things back up into his book bag. As the bell chimes singling the end of the period and he leaves the classroom room.

He knows he’ll probably never see you again and that thought alone upsets him way more then it should. He hadn’t even said a word to you. Why was he such a fucking idiot? He should have asked a question- or something. As he goes on with the rest of the day, he finds himself unable to keep you out of his mind. You keep popping up. You’re pearly smile. You’re E/C eyes, and those lush lashes that framed them. He’s drifting into the thought of you as he works; making coffee for teachers and students alike.

He works at one of the many campus cafes’ part time, and today he’s behind the coffee bar. He doesn’t mind it, he actually likes barista-ing. The business of it makes time go by faster. Because everyone needs their caffeine fix, there’s never really a slow moment. He’s always busy. Which is why he doesn’t notice you when you walk in. Doesn’t even realize you’re there until you’re right in front of him, next in line.

He almost chokes on his fucking tongue.

“Um- Hey. Hi” Smooth, Bucky- he hisses at himself in his mind.

Your lips widen, grinning in recognition and his stomach flip flops.

“Hello again” You greet him, trying to reel in your own shock. What kind of fucking serendipity was this? After the entire day of giving your guest speech to class after class- you couldn’t get the stormy eyes out of your head. And now here he was. About to make your coffee. “Fancy meeting you here-” your eyes peel for his name tag.

“Bucky” He inturupts with a nervous little smile.

“Bucky? Hmm” You roll his name over in your mouth. Tasting it. He watches his name slip from between your lips and he can feel a twitch in his black work slacks.

“I like it” you decide and he chuckles and thanks you, telling you he was pretty fond of it himself.

“Well, what can I get you?”

“A large, iced skinny white chocolate mocha with extra whip, please- And what’s good to snack on here?” your eyes scan the large, clear display box full of goodies an Bucky’s more then happy to help you. Anything- to keep talking to you. You end up on a ham and cheddar bagel- he says he can testify to their delicacy. He ate two every day-

“You’re in pretty good shape for treating bagels like their own food group” You teased, but only party. He was gorgeously built- not “body builder bulky” but tall and broad shouldered, his biceps prominent under the long sleeves he wore. You wanted to bite them.

“I work at a gym part time” He chuckles back as he runs your platinum card “Gotta at least try to look the part”

He obviously misses your ogling as you give a relaxed hum in response, taking your purchases and shooting him one last heart stopping smile and goodbye as you retreat. Everything inside of him screams in fear, and its so confusing. Because he had just met you, had maybe said a dozen words to you, and yet he’s terrified of you walking out of the door and him never seeing you again. It’s that same alarm going off on his head as earlier after class. He’s relieved when you choose, instead of leaving, to take a table in the back corner of the café.

“Okay, who the fuck is that? And why did she make you react like a twelve year old boy?” Darcy, one of his co-workers, asks. Her thin, dark brow raised and her pouty lips pulled into a shit eating grin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”- he almost face palms at that. At how childish and unbelievable he sounds.

“Um H-H-Hey. Hi. Hello” She snarks, teasing on the way that he had greeted you and he bumps his shoulder to hers lightly, telling her to fuck off under his breath as he goes onto another costumer. Happy for the distraction.

You sit in that little café for far too long. Sipping on your iced coffee until it’s nothing but ice. Nibbling on the ham and cheese bagel- he was right it’s delicious. You pull out your tablet and get some work done- making sure that everything’s going smoothly. Checking in with your assistant. You sit there for almost an hour before you’re forced to leave and you cant help but feel a little huffy. Why hadn’t he come up to you? You can feel that intense stare of his on you. You don’t have the time to wait for him- and yet the idea of never seeing his handsome face is not something you’re willing to face. So you reach into your bag, and pull out one of your business cards and a pen.

Bucky cant seen to take his eyes off you for more then a few minutes at a time- its like you’re magnetic. The way your hair falls around your face, the way you cross your thick thighs. He adverts his eyes every time he feels like he’s about to get caught though. Darcy’s right. He’s being a twelve year old boy.

When you walk over to him, your red bottomed heels clicking, his head snaps up.

“Thanks for the bagel. It was delicious” You grin as you slide a bill and a card across the counter to him. His eyebrows pull together.

“What’s this?”

“A tip” You shrug…“It was really nice to meet you, Bucky” You purr, looking at him pointedly before you’re walking out of the door. He’s glued to the sight of your wide ass in those tailored pants for a moment- before he’s looking down at the paper in his hands.

His eyes widen, to an almost comical degree as he takes in the cash. You’d left him a two hundred dollar tip! Two fucking hundred dollar pills, crisp and neat sit under your business card. Which has your name and number printed on it in elegant scroll. He flips it over and is surprised to see there’s more.

-I know how hard tuition can get and working two jobs cant be easy.

I’d love to help, handsome. Give me a call sometime- xoxo, Y/N-

He cant believe what he’s looking at, he cant seem to draw air into his lungs to clear his head as he stares at your loopy, cursive hand writing. We’re you insinuating what he thought you were?

“Oh my god, you lucky bitch” Darcy’s voice comes from over his shoulder as she also stares down at what he’d been left “If you don’t call her, give me her number so I can!”

The first person Bucky actually does call, once he’s home and in the sanctuary of his room is Steve. Because Steve is his best friend, and Steve will know what to do with this information.

Of course, the asshole laughs at him for the first five minutes of the conversation. Until Bucky is huffing and threatening to hang up.

“I’m sorry, Buck. It just reminds me of when Mrs. Levinstien used to only pay you to mow her lawn. That dirty old lady had the hots for you so bad” Steve chuckles in defensive and Bucky grimaces at the memory.

“She’s not like that, though, Steve. She’s- she’s fucking beautiful, and successful and sexy. You should have seen her man” Bucky trails a hand through his hair as he thinks back at his interactions with you, and the mark your presence had left on him.

“Then what’s the problem?” That’s Sam who replies and Bucky rolls his eyes. Of course Steve would have him on speaker phone. Him and same we’re like connected by the tip of their dicks, so he was used to it.

“The problem with him pimping himself out?” Steve’s voice came out incredulous over the receiver.

“I mean, he already seems to like this girl. So he get to be with her and be paid for it? That doesn’t sound like a bad deal to me” Sam argues and they’re just making Bucky’s tired head ache.

“All I’m saying is that working those two jobs obviously aint cutting for you man. Call her. What’s the worst that could happen? You get to see a girl who you obviously have the hots for again? If you’re not into it, just leave. Its that simple” And when Sam say’s it like that, it really does click into place. It really does seem that simple. Even with Steve insisting that she could be a serial killer.

Bucky takes the night to sleep on it. He dreams of your lips, dreams of fucking that pretty mouth that seemed to spew nothing but charm of intelligence. Dreams of you sucking and sucking until he’s screaming. He hasn’t come so hard in his pants since he ACTUALLY was twelve. He wakes up to stickiness in his boxers and his cock pulsating and he knows he has to call you.

Why he’s so nervous? He doesn’t know…he keeps making excuses. Maybe you’d changed your mind over night? Maybe you we’re too busy to take his call…he finally musters up the balls after he’s getting off of his job at the gym a few days later, the sun setting on the city. It only rings twice before you pick up and he’s greeted with your bell chim like voice.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking”

“Hey” His voice is too deep, gravely, but he cant help it. He’s nervous “This is Bucky- from school. I mean from the university- that you lectured at the other day-”

Why? Why does all cognitive thought leave him when he attempts to talk to you?

“Bucky, huh? I was starting to think you we’re going to call me” You tease him, but he can hear the smile in your voice.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’ve been really busy” He lies- he’d just been a chicken shit.

“Mmhm” You don’t sound amused by that “We’re all busy people, and time is of the essence. I knew I should have gotten your number”

He chuckles at your directness “Now you have it”

“So I do. What should I do with it, hmm?”

“I don’t know… You tell me” He feels a little idiotic saying it, but he’s truly curious to what happens next.

“Why don’t you let me take you to dinner?” You’re nearly purring again and Bucky has to bite his lip to keep himself at bay. You were so straight forward, so unlike any of the girls he’d ever come into contact with in the past.

“Really?” He’s never let any one take him out to dinner. He was always the one to ask, to lead. But he had all of twenty dollars in his bank account(that two hundred you’d given him had gone to his part of the utility bill) and honestly, he wasn’t sure how he was going to stretch it til’ his next paycheck. Even if he wanted to be the one to take you out, to wine and dine you, he couldn’t.

“Mmhmm, really. Are you free Friday- at eight?”

“Um yeah, that could work” He was supposed to be working at the café that night, but he’d have someone cover him.

“Alright. Do you like Cajun food, there’s a new restaurant that opened in SOHO that I’ve been meaning to check out”

He liked any food that didn’t come out of his freezer, and so he agrees eagerly. You tell him to send you his address so that you can send for him, and he only faintly tries to protest, you reassure him that it would really be no problem.

“‘Kay then, it’s a date. I’ll see you then”

“I can’t wait” He’s overly eager, he can hear it in his own tone but the giggle you let out is warm and seeps into his bones instead of embarrassing him.

“Me neither. Have a good rest of your day, Bucky” and then you click end and he stands in the middle of the busy side walk, his phone still pressed against his ear. He feels hot all, the butterflies ricocheting in his stomach. He swallows it, pushes it down, feeling ridiculous and “unmanly” for the affect you have on him as he pushes on down the street.

Yeah, Bucky’s struggled.

But things seem like they may just be looking up.

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

Can you write a Sam Winchester x reader smut where the reader makes him suck a strap on or dildo, and then pegs it with him please

Warnings: explicit sexual content (anal sex, pegging, mommy kink, degradation), sub!Sam (It’s a warning itself), dom!reader

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You secure the red ropes around Sam’s wrists as he kneels on the bed. You tightened them in a secure knot, knowing he can’t get out. You brush your fingers through his hair gently kissing his bare shoulders.

You walk around to the front of him and lightly run your nails down his chest. You heard his breath hitch and his beautiful hazel eyes follow you.

You leaned down and kissed his lips softly, teasing him slightly. You nibbled on his bottom lip and he groaned in your mouth. You used one hand to caress his jaw gently before pulling back. He whined and looked up at you.

“Only good boys get what they want, baby doll.” You whispered and kneeled on the bed in front of him and positioned your strap-on in front of his mouth. “Show mommy how much you want it.” You purred, and he immediately opened his mouth and took the dildo deep down his throat.

You threaded your fingers through his hair and started thrusting into his mouth. You tugged on his hair and he groaned around the dildo, as you quickened your hips.

Sam’s eyes watered as you thrusted deeper in his throat. He had spit running down his chin as you used him. He whined and moaned around the dildo as you tugged on his hair.

You pulled the dildo out of his mouth and let go of his hair. He looked up at you with watery eyes and the spit spread around his lips.

“Please.” He whimpered as he bucked his hips up. You looked down and saw how hard his cock looked.

“Aww, looks like someone’s needy.” I smirked, before moving him onto his knees and pulled his hips up.

His head was smashed in the pillows as you grabbed the lube. You lubed up your cock before slamming into him.

“Mommy!” He cried out, as your cock filled him up in one thrust. You gripped his hips tight and started thrusting your hips into him hard and fast. He whined and moaned loudly as you fucked into him.

“Listen to those moans, baby. You sound like a bitch in heat.” You growled, and gripped his hair and hauled him up. His back is flushed against your chest as you pounded into him. “But it’s so fucking hot, baby doll.” You purred in his ear.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum! Please, can I cum?” He cried and arched his back.

“Hold it, baby.” You whispered in his ear, and moved down to kiss and nip on his neck. He whimpered as he shook his head.

“I can’t, mommy. I have to cum!” He yelled, and you yanked his head back.

“Then cum, you little cockslut.” You growled, and moved your hips faster.

He screamed your name as he came, shooting his cum all over the bedsheets and his chest. You kept thrusting your hips to help him ride through his orgasm.

“Mommy, it’s too much. I c-can’t.” He whimpered, but you kept up your brutal pace.

“Well, buckle up, baby. Because I’m not done.”

[uhzuku]

For your drabble asks: smut. 1, Dom! Fem! Reader x Sub! Sam, Sam is normally the Dom, but reader wants to try? Thanks!!!

Like That [Sam Winchester]

Summary: It’s her turn to be in control.

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader

Prompt: Yeah…lick it like that.

For: @hoboal87

Warnings: established relationship, m/f, smut, dom/sub, femdom, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), faceriding, handjobs, 69ing

Notes: Oh, I love myself some sub!Sam! Enjoy, sweetheart!

“Wait...you want to what?” Sam asks, confused.

“I want to domme you.” Y/N replies softly.

Sam eyes her with interest. He’d be lying if he said that he’d never thought of the idea, but he’d also be lying if he said that he’d ever planned to ask her to actually commit to the idea.

“Really?” He muses. Thinks over this for a minute, then shrugs. Why the hell not? He was always in control...it would be nice to be able to let loose.

- - - - -

Not even three hours later, Sam’s writhing beneath her as she lazily jerks him off while sitting on his face. She’d ordered him to lick her pussy, but the second her warm hand had wrapped around his cock he lost control.

“O-Oh, please!” Sam begs from beneath her pussy. “Please-!”

“Get back to what you were doing.” She orders. Sam does as told and returns to lapping at her soaking wet folds. She sighs, sitting up on his face and massaging her breasts. “Oh....Yeah…lick it like that.”

Again, Sam follows orders, circling his tongue around his girlfriend’s clit. She moans and begins to grind herself against his face, relishing the way his nose bumped her clit as his tongue ventured into her core.

“S-Sam!” She gasps. “Sam!”

His tongue farts inside her repeatedly, lapping at her insides and circling her clit as best as it’s able as she humps his face. Leaning forward, she takes his cock by the base in one hand and takes the rest down her throat, pulling a moan from the man devouring her pussy.

The two rolled their hips at the same time, bucking them up into their mouths. They were so, so close...

With a muffled cry, Sam cums hard in his girlfriend’s mouth. In reaction to the saltiness of his cum and the intense stimulation she was receiving, she throws her head back with a cry, body spasming as she climaxes. She falls down beside him weakly and he pulls her close.

“We’re doing that again.” He mumbles into the soft skin of her throat. She chuckles in agreement.

“Definitely.”

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I’ve Got You

Summary: After a difficult hunt, Dean’s wife provides him with some relief.

Pairing: Domme!Reader x Sub!Dean /  Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,101

Warnings: D/s dynamics, wax play, pegging, lots of lube, hand job, some quick male masturbation.

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my wax play square for @spnkinkbingo​. Gonna tag some of my lovelies for this one because it’s new for me and I don’t think I did half bad. @heycasbutt​ @stusbunker​ @impala-dreamer​

As he tumbled into the bunker, you watched Dean massage his aching muscles, his hand working out the knots between his shoulder blades.

“How’d it go?” You asked. As the wife of a hunter, this was a win - at least he was alive. But by the dark streaks of drying blood on their clothes and the grimaces etched onto their faces, it was clear that this hadn’t been a run-of-the-mill case. “Not just a small nest, was it?”

“Fuck no,” he mumbled in return, his head falling against your shoulder as he stood at your back. “Big nest. Had t’a be about 20.”

Your heart jumped in your throat, mind reeling with the realization that you could’ve easily lost him tonight. Reaching behind you, you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. Falling in love with a hunter was no picnic, but Dean was who he was because of hunting - and you loved the man he was. “Do you want to relax?”

Without a word, he nodded against the hard angle of your shoulder, pressing kisses along the curve. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, nibbling gently on your earlobe.

Slipping into your role, you spoke against his temple. “Then be a good boy for Mistress. Go inside. Strip. Get on all fours. I have something planned to get you outta that head of yours.”

“What makes you think I’m in my head?” He asked genuinely, walking toward the bedroom.

You and Sam replied at the same time as he snaked his way between you to grab something to eat from the fridge. “I’m your wife.”

“She’s your wife, dude.”

“A’right, you two. Shut up.”

When he left the room, Sam gave you a hug hello. It was your thing with your brother-in-law; your way of making sure he was okay too. “We lost someone.”

“I figured as much,” you said softly. “I’ll get him out of his head.”

Sam chuckled and bit his lip, his hands resting on his hips. “I guess that means I’ll be putting on my headphones.”

“Probably a good idea.” You snickered.

After placing the final dish onto the drying rack next to the sink, you tidied up the area, knowing full well Dean would be buck naked on your bed and raring to go. But anticipation was everything with Dean. And to you. You had no control, never knowing if he’d come back or not, but in these moments you did. And you treasured them.

Nearly 10 minutes later, you sauntered into the bedroom, mouth dropping open at the sight of Dean on your bed just as instructed - naked, on all fours and waiting. “Hello, Mistress.”

“Hello, my love,” you purred, walking alongside the bed and dragging your fingernails against the scar-riddled skin. “Have you missed Mistress?”

Swallowing against his growing need. He mumbled his reply.

“Use your words, baby.”

“I missed you, Mistress. S’much.” He’d only been away for a couple of days, but like this, with him at your whim, it had been a while longer. You’d missed this too.

As he anticipated your next move, you paced around the bed, appreciating the beauty before you. “Do you realize how beautiful you are?” You knew he never thought of himself like this. But he needed to know. To know how deep your love for him ran. All the little things you noticed. The way his calloused hands, so rough and hardened, sat softly atop your bedsheets. The way his body relaxed under your gaze, chest rising and falling in rolling waves. The way his cock hung thick and heavy between his thighs, ready for your touch. No matter how many times you took this all in, no matter how precise the picture in your mind remained, you made sure to appreciate him. All of him.

His breath hitched as you bent to kiss the healing scar on his back, courtesy of a young werewolf who had no idea of the men he was fighting. When your fingers danced across his skin, his cock twitched expectantly. Before he could even get the words out, you chided playfully. “Patience, baby. I’ve got you.”

After spreading some lube into your hands, you sat at his side, snaking your arm around his left leg and slipping your hand around his straining cock. With the other hand, you reached behind him, fingers grazing over the muscular curve of his ass before cupping his balls. “No coming without permission. Okay, love?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied thickly. “Need your permission.”

A smirk formed at the corner of your lips as your thumb brushed back and forth over the head of his cock. You started out softly, your featherlight touch driving him crazy. He groaned, bucking down into your hand, either unable to form words or knowing he’d get what he needed on your time, not his.

Leaning your head against his back, you let out a laugh. “So needy already, baby. I think I should have a taste.” You removed your hand from his cock, chuckling again at his strangled moan as you slipped your thumb into your mouth, washing your tongue over the pre-cum coating your finger.

When he glanced back, you saw his pupils blown, light green giving way to darkness. But there was still something behind his eyes, some semblance of a thought dancing around in his head. And you couldn’t have that. Turning your attention back to his cock, you began sliding your hand up and down, tightening your grasp at the base and the tip in perfect rhythm. With the other hand, you massaged his balls, thumbing the seam that separated them. Dean groaned, his chest dipping toward the bed for a quick moment before he steadied himself. “Oh, fuck, Mistress.”

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” he said on a growl. “So much. Need more.”

Giggling, you bit your lip and picked up the pace of your movements, tugging lightly with long,  languid, sure-handed strokes that left him groaning and grunting. “Can I come?”

“Excuse me?”

“Can I come, Mistress?”

“Thanks for asking, but you may not,” you chuckled darkly, letting go of him completely. “I have other plans for you first.”

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and watched as you strode across the room to search for your strap-on and the special wax you liked to use on him. It was a garish red that contrasted beautifully when it hardened on his skin. For the last few minutes, he’d been staring at the wall, letting his mind go blank, but those beautiful green eyes sparkled back to life when you stood in front of him, slowly stripping yourself of your clothes and sliding on the strap on. ���How do I look, baby?”

“Fuckin beautiful, Mistress.”

“Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please,” he replied, nodding furiously as the words got caught up in his throat.

As he steadied himself on the bed, you applied more lube to your hands, roughly grasping the cock between your legs. You loved being a woman, but this was a nice way to switch things up every now and then. The wax began to warm at your side, the luscious, red, almost liquid taunting you. One of these days you’d have to ask Dean to use it on you.

Gliding your thumbs up and down the globes of his ass, you lubed up his hole and crawled up onto your knees behind him, placing the head of the red cock against the tight ring of muscle. Gently, you pushed against him, steadying his hips with the weight of your hands. Your grip tightened as you slipped the head of the cock just passed his ass - his gasp of pleasure bringing a smile to your face.

Pushing back against you, Dean grunted, desperation flooding his features - every twitch of his muscles, every buck of his hips, every curl of his toes. It was a heady perfume to watch a man so in control lose it because of you. Once you fell into a steady rhythm, rolling your hips against his ass, you leaned over to grab the melting candle, holding it over the canvas of Dean’s back and waiting for the first drop to start off the painting.

You heard Dean gasp below you before you saw the small blotch of red wax, quickly hardening against his sweat-slick skin. With your thrusting shallow, almost massaging his prostate, you experimented with the wax, letting it drop from different heights and at uneven paces. Each drop that landed on his skin brought a beautiful pink bloom behind, the sting just enough to pull Dean away from what was bothering him and into the present.

All of a sudden, you had an idea, bending over as much as you could to whisper in Dean’s ear, pushing the strap-on in even deeper in the process. “I’m gonna mark you, baby. Should I take a picture so you can see?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” you purred. “While I mark you, I want you to fuck yourself on this cock, okay? I think you deserve it for being so good.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” He groaned, pushing himself back on the strap-on. For a moment, you were too entranced by his movements, watching as it disappeared inside him over and over and over again. He was quickly losing control.

Turning your attention toward his back, you dripped the wax in precise, steady movements, smiling when your picture came to life before your eyes. It was a little messy, with Dean fucking himself against you, but it was clear what you’d written. “Stop moving,” you commanded. “My turn now.”

Immediately, Dean stilled, allowing you to reach for your phone and take a picture of your artwork. “Would you like to see what Mistress did?”

He groaned in response, and you pitied him, not requiring him to use his words. Dipping down toward his face, you held the phone out. Written across his back in wax was the word ‘mine.’ “Yours, Mistress. Please. Please fuck me. God, I need it. Please.”

“That’s not fair, baby, you know I can’t deny you when you beg.”

Pulling out nearly all the way, you teased him, pulsing the head of the strap-on at his asshole, before plunging into him, moaning at the way his ass pulled the device inward. You picked up your pace, fucking into him relentlessly until he was sweating and moaning and needy and begging.

Soon enough, you were gracelessly bucking into each other as you roughly stroked his cock. Over and over again, you told him how beautiful he was and how much you loved him. “I want you to come for me, baby. Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

Dean grunted in appreciation, tugging at his cock more quickly than you could in this position. “Thank you, Mistress.”

You lost yourself in the movements, breathing heavily as you took in his features, observing how his mouth dropped open and his muscles tightened just as he was about to come. Before he could fall over the edge, you raked your fingernails up his ass, making him shiver as he pushed himself flush against and cried into the sheets below. He spilled into his hand and onto his stomach and then fell into the mattress, a drawn out moan leaving his lips when you pulled back and the strap-on dropped between your legs.

“Fuckin hell, Y/N.” His face was smashed into the mattress, blissed out and happy, muscles like jelly. Trembling, he pushed back up onto all fours and started to move off the bed.

“Wait there, love. I’ll clean you up.” After divesting yourself of the strap-on, you grabbed a couple of wipes, handing some to him to clean up his stomach while you took care of his perfect ass. “Stand up.”

Slowly but surely, he did as you commanded, resting his hand on his shoulder in search of yours. You entwined your fingers with his and began to peel the wax off of his back, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor with the intent of cleaning up in the morning. “Now get your sexy ass back into bed.”

With a sleepy smile, Dean chuckled and slipped under the covers, extending his arm to gather you close to him. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re the best wife ever.”

He always said wife so proudly and it made your heart soar. “Do you want to talk about tonight?”

For a moment, he stiffened, but he knew he didn’t have to put on pretenses with you. “Tomorrow.”

“Okay, babe. Just close your eyes. I’ve got you.”

[jackandthesoulmates]

Just to work a certain moot up (lookin’ at you, Mads), I will absolutely write sadist!Sam x domme!Rowena x sub!reader. 😬

[pagesofivy]

Dropping In

AO3 link

Square filled: Dom Drop

Ship: Sam Winchester x reader; domme!reader, sub!Sam 

Rating: M-ish.   

Warnings: Emotional issues, domme!reader

Summary: As a professional dominatrix, Sam Winchester is your ideal client. One day you can’t hold up your act, and later, you both get a surprise that leaves you wondering: Can you two still make your relationship work?

Word count: 1369

Created for @spnkinkbingo​

Beta: @ladymidnightt​ and @kalesrebellion​ 

Emotions are turbulent, though you try to be numb, to put everything under a blanket so you can handle daily life. You’re not depressed, you just… have a lot of emotions with no real healthy outlet. That’s why you’d turned to BDSM and the femdomme life.

Being a dominant in a dynamic is a heady experience, and you get to feel truly in control of some part of your life. Bringing a stubborn man into submission is its own kind of high, although most of the time it seems like your uniform does most of the work for you. Who knew a black corset and a tight pencil skirt could do more work than a riding crop ever could! 

Sam Winchester, a surprise but repeat client, submits easily. Sometimes it feels like Sam needs to let go so much more than you need control, but that never stops the sessions, thankfully. Truth be told, Sam’s your favorite client.

He’s rarely afraid to try new things, has even indulged in some of your more dangerous curiosities - knifeplay, for example - but he knows his limits and yours and isn’t afraid to safeword. Sometimes he safewords before the session even starts, and instead of dominating Sam, you two talk like old friends. He’s still a bit cagey when it comes to his job, but you respect his privacy like he respects yours.

Today’s session with Sam wasn’t meant to be anything out of the ordinary, but something about the way he responds - his tone, his body language - has you safewording, gasping out “Leviathan” before sinking to your knees, trying to keep your panic attack at bay, dropping from your dom headspace faster than you’d experienced before. 

Sam wraps your robe round you then sits in front of you, his knees touching yours. “Tell me what to do (Y/N),” he whispers, and it’s all you can do to breathe out a reply:

“Care box, under the bed.” You point weakly, but you’re too out of it to do much more.

Sam’s in motion faster than you register, and he’s not gone from your side long, placing the open box in front of you. 

“I’m here for you (Y/N),” he murmured, “just tell me what I can do.” 

Part of you recognizes that Sam might also be dropping, and you’re still the caretaker here, but you push those thoughts aside, crawling into Sam’s lap, seeking comfort in the large man’s arms.

Sam holds you close and brings the care box to him, pulling out the bottle of Gatorade and the candy. “Need you to eat this stuff, please (Y/N).” Sam’s gentle coaxing brings you enough to your senses that you listen, drinking and eating, the sugar helping to ground you. “You’re doing so good (Y/N), I’m so proud of you.” Sam continues his soft words of comfort, guiding you out of your dom drop and providing you a safe space to come back to yourself. 

After you finish the Gatorade, you turn and give Sam a kiss on the cheek, feeling much steadier. “Thank you, Sam, for taking care of me. I’m sorry we had to cut the session short. How are you doing? I realize you might be experiencing some headspace drop too…” you trail off, looking uncertain, and Sam smiles softly.

“I’m okay (Y/N), helping you through it helped me through it. Don’t feel bad about the session, your health and safety are far more important than me getting my rocks off.” He’s so gentle with you that your heart aches. What you wouldn’t give to be treated like this all the time and have all your clients be like Sam.

“You’re so good to me, Sam. I wish all my clients were like you.” Talking about other clients isn’t something you do, ever, but your thoughts slip out before you can stop them. Sam only looks a little surprised, but also very bashful.

“I’m nothing special, (Y/N). I just treat ya like I was taught to treat someone precious to me. I… I wish, sometimes, I could persuade you to let me be your only client, but I know that’s not fair to ask… Just know it’s always a thought.”

You’re speechless, cycling between happiness and surprise and satisfaction. Sam watches you apprehensively, his guard halfway up, and you realize you haven’t responded in a timely manner.

“Oh Sam, having just you would be great, if…” You trail off, looking at your hands. How can you explain to Sam that it’s easier for you - and safer for everyone - for you to not have any true attachments?

Sam nods while you search for the words. “I know. There’s stuff on my side keeping me from asking you, and there’s stuff in your life too. Don’t feel bad, I just… I wanted you to know you’re appreciated and cared for, and for more than the services you provide.” Sam gives you a wry smile and you chuckle, nodding too. 

“I’m truly sorry Sam. If things were different… If our lives were different, maybe we’d end up together. But we shouldn’t focus on the ifs, just the nows.” 

Sam starts to reply but his phone goes off, startling you two. You crawl out of Sam’s lap and you both stand up, him answering his phone while you clean up, and you two get dressed. He’s talking in hushed tones, so you do your best to ignore him, checking your phone instead. More news articles about the dead cattle and people in nearby towns, the locations getting closer to yours. With a frown, you forward the links to your friend, a hunter of the supernatural who has been teaching you to hunt, with the caption “Now is it a case?” and as you wait for a response, you continue reading the articles, doing what research you can from your phone.

Sam saying “Goodbye, Dean,” at normal volume pulls your attention from your phone to him, and you smile knowingly. 

“Brother giving you trouble?”

“Yeah,” Sam chuckles, rolling his eyes, “he’s got a gig for us and needs my help prepping. I’m sorry I have to leave, but I’m really glad you’re feeling better (Y/N). I’ll try to set up another session before we leave town.” Sam kisses your forehead then stuffs payment in your fingers, hurrying out the door amidst your protests.

When the door clicks shut behind him, you plop on the bed and look at the bills, eyes growing wide as you count. He doubled your usual rate, even though you’d barely done anything! You shoot Sam a text, flustered, “You paid me too much, mister moose!” and when your phone buzzes again not even a minute after you set it down, you expect it to be Sam, but it’s your hunter friend Stacy instead. 

“Yup, it’s a case. I can’t help, on a different hunt, but I’ll get help sent your way. Be careful.”

You’re nervous about doing the case without her, but knowing help is coming, you feel a little relieved. “Send them to the bar so we can plan over food.” You reply, then pack up, knowing you need to get dressed for a hunt and get all your research together. The better prepared you are to brief your backup, the faster the hunt can be finished.

You walk into the bar and scout out a table, organizing your stuff then ordering a drink and food, settling in to wait. Keeping an eye on the door, you try to guess who your backup is, but everyone you think it is doesn’t even look your way. Eventually you give up and go over your research again, and you don’t look up until someone knocks on your table, pulling your attention to a tall, freckle-faced man with a cocky grin. “Are you (Y/N)? Garth said to tell you Stacy sent us.” Hearing Stacy’s name, it clicks, and you smirk at the man.

“So you’re the help?” You ask, one eyebrow raised. As a domme, you can handle cocky men, and you’re ready to sass the man in front of you until the last person you expect to see steps into your sight. 

“Sam Winchester?”

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Clint Barton Bingo - Round 2 Masterlist

Masterlist for the Round Two @clintbartonbingo 2019

I Know Square: N2 Lucky Rating: G Warnings: None Pairing: Clint Barton x Sam Wilson Summary:  Clint has a flight to take and has asked Sam to take care of Lucky for him while he’s out of town.  Lucky might not be the only one who needs taking care of.

Bartoned - Chapter 1 Square:  B2, Groping Rating: E Warnings: injuries, drinking, smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex) Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 2 Square:  O1 Confusion Rating: E Warnings: Smut (M|F vaginal sex) Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 3 Square:  O2, Topping from the bottom Rating: E Warnings: smut (M|F, vaginal sex, power play) Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 4 Square:  B3, Jealousy Rating: E Warnings: sex talk Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 5 Square:  G3, Disaster! Rating:  M Warnings: Canon typical violence Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 6 Square:  O3,  Broken Rating:  M Warnings: Canon typical violence, unplanned pregnancy Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 7 Square:  N3, Free Space Rating:  M Warnings: angsty, sex talk, unplanned pregnancy, talk of abortion Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 8 Square:  I3, Trust Rating:  M Warnings: angsty, sex talk, unplanned pregnancy, talk of abortion Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 9 Square:  G5, Bromance Rating:  M Warnings: pregnancy stuff, healing Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 10 Square:  G4, Cuddles Rating:  M Warnings: pregnancy stuff, healing Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 14 Square:  I4, Overstimulation Rating:  E Warnings: pregnancy stuff, smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation) Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 16 Square:  I2, Sleepy Sex Rating:  E Warnings: pregnancy stuff, smut (MF, pregnancy sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, sleepy sex) Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 17 Square:  I1, Cookout Rating:  E Warnings: pregnancy stuff, mentions of sex Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 19 Square:  B5, Interrupted Sex Rating:  E Warnings: pregnancy stuff, labor, smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex) Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 20 Square:  O4, Beauty Rating:  E Warnings: labor, minor smut  Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 24 Square:  B4 Blindfolds Rating:  E Warnings: smut (M|F, light d/s, blindfolds, bondage, oral and vaginal sex, use of a sex dungeon) Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Bartoned - Chapter 26 Square:  O5 Wedding Rating:  E Warnings: talk of sex Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

When You’re Alone Square: B1 Impact Play Rating: E Warnings: Smut (MMF bisexual threesome, D/S, BDSM, Domme Reader, Sub Clint, negotiations, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, humiliation, name-calling, cum play, spitting, spanking with paddle and riding crop, oral sex, facefucking, gags, nipple clamps, strapon, pegging, aftercare) Pairing: Bruce Banner x Clint Barton x Reader Summary:  When you’re in a relationship with two men with two very different needs, pairing off leads to wildly different experiences.  When Bruce sees you eating an apple with a bowie knife, he starts to wonder what it is you and Clint do without him.

Like Rabbits - Chapter 16 Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton Square Filled: N1 Kidfic Rating: E Warnings: None Summary:  While you and Natasha are contemplating starting a family together, Bucky and Clint are doing the exact same thing.  So two couples go take the same path to parenthood together.

Let Sleeping Birds Lie Pairing: Clint Barton x Tony Stark x Reader Square Filled: N4 Oral Fixation Rating: E Warnings: Smut (MMF bisexual threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, being woken with sex) Summary:  You and Tony return home late to find Clint already asleep.  Tony wants to wake him, but you’re not so sure that’s such a good idea.

Ulterior Motives Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton Square Filled:  N5, One Arrow Left Rating: T Warnings:  Sexual Innuendo Summary:   Bucky hates how much better at archery Clint is to him, but that’s not why he asks the archer for lessons.

The Test Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff Square Filled: G1 Missing Scene Rating: M Warnings:  Sex talk, pregnancy scare, talk of past miscarriages and red room stuff, angsty, hurt/comfort Summary:  When Natasha wakes up feeling nauseated, she and Clint had to face the possibility that she might be pregnant.  With the newness of their relationship and the fact that the Red Room has made it impossible for her to carry a baby to term, the three minutes it takes for the test to work are the longest of their lives.

Snow Day Pairing: Bruce Banner x Clint Barton x Reader Square FIlled: I5 Snow Rating: G Warnings: None Summary:  You, Bruce, and Clint enjoy a holiday away with each other.  Clint and Hulk enjoy some time playing in the snow.

Seeing Your Ex Happy Pairing: Clint Barton x Tony Stark x Reader Square Filled: G2 Pepper Potts Rating: M Warnings: Angsty, hurt/comfort, language, mentions of sex. Summary:  Pepper walks in on you, Tony, and Clint together after her and Tony’s break-up.  She doesn’t take it very well, and you and Clint try and mend some fences.

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This week only on Patreon... stay tuned for...

Week of 10/12/20 - 

~~~~~~ monday ~~~~~~  

Double Protection

~Y/N is sick and tired of Dean keeping her on the sidelines when she could be out helping him and Sam. When she finally puts her foot down, Dean lets her come along, but things go really wrong, really quickly.~

Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas

4,966 Words

Warnings; NSFW. Some lovin' mentioned but not explicit. Show level fighting, blood, and gore. Major Character Injury. Banter. Fluff. 

~~~~~~ tuesday ~~~~~~

Trust Me More

~Dean asks Y/N to try out something new and they both discover a new kink...~

669 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Bondage. Nervousness. Orgasms. Dean's a smug bastard.

~~~~~~ wednesday ~~~~~~

The Trap

~Sometimes, pranks on set go a little too far, but this one...deliciously frustrating.~

Misha x Reader

1,108 Words

Warnings: Bondage. Sexual Activity.

~~~~~~ thursday ~~~~~~

Getting Up Early

~There are worse ways to get the day started...~

sub!Dean x Domme!Reader

725 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Oral. Denial. Yum.

~~~~~~ friday ~~~~~~

Broken Crown - Chapter Fifteen

Week of 10/5/20-

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Good Little Girl

~Sam and Dean have a little fun with you one night...~

Sam x Reader x Dean (no winchest)

1,311 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Bondage. Ball Gag. Slapping. Double Penetration. After Care. Dean's way in charge and it's way hot.

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CLICK

Short & Smutty Patreon Exclusive Drabble

~Misha decides to make the wrap party a little more interesting this year...~

Misha x Reader, Alex

689 Words

Warnings: Public Toy Usage. Drunken Alex. Devious Misha.

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Gracefully Stunted

Short & Smutty Patreon Exclusive Ficlet

~After a confrontation with an angry foe, Ketch can't quite seem to get his other job done...~

Ketch x Reader

836 Words

Warnings: NSFW. All the Sex. Orgasm Denial. Murder Plot.

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On Her Own

Short & Smutty Patreon Exclusive Ficlet

~Something's up with Sam and for some reason, it is making Y/N so fucking hot...~

Soulless!Sam x Reader

937 Words

Warnings: Weirdness. Sexiness. Hot.

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Broken Crown Chapter Fourteen

~Sam Winchester has never had the best timing. Now, as he and Dean close in on a chance to save Mary and Jack, and in turn the entire world, Sam falls in love. He can only hope this time will be different.~ 

Sam, Dean, Reader, OCs

2600 Words

Warnings: Angst. Talk of powers. PG Loving...

Week of: 9.28.20-

Dream Lover

~When real life beats you down, it's easy to want to escape into a world of fantasy, and too easy, sometimes, to try and stay there.~

Sam x Reader, Dean, couple OCs

10,670 Words

Warnings: Canon Violence. Dream World. Adult themes. Angst. Fluff. Romance. Attempted Suicide

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Sweet Mercy

Short & Smutty Patreon Exclusive

~Dean comes home after a hunt to find someone sleeping in his bed...~

Dean x Reader

901 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Dean POV.

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And You Could Be Queen

Short & Smutty Patreon Exclusive Ficlet

~Dean's let the demon take the lead and it's more fun than he could have imagined.~

Demon!Dean x Demon!Reader

1,122 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Murder. Blood. Demons. Fucking. Fun.

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So Wrong, So Right

Short & Smutty Patreon Exclusive Drabble

~Benny meets a woman who he can't turn away from~

Benny x Reader

682 Words

Warnings: NSFWish... PG13 Vampire Lust...yum.

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Broken Crown - Chapter Thirteen

~Sam Winchester has never had the best timing. Now, as he and Dean close in on a chance to save Mary and Jack, and in turn the entire world, Sam falls in love. He can only hope this time will be different.~ 

Sam, Dean, Reader, OCs

You can get all this goodness for as little as $2 a month!

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SPN Kink Bingo - Masterlist 2022

I know I said no more card, but this one I really wanted to join last year but missed it!!

Oh this is gonna be so much fun!! @spnkinkbingo​

Size Kink : The Right Size / Sam x Dean

Sensory Deprivation 

Crowley/Michael : Dirty, Dirty Little Secret (Michael!Dean x Crowley)(Dark)

Knife Play 

Gadreel/Sam/Samandriel 

Phone sex : A Rose for the Snake - Part 3 (Sub!Dean x Domme!F!Reader)

Office Sex

Sounding 

Cas/Meg/Dean 

Finger Sucking : Messy Eating / Dean x f!Reader

Balthazar/Meg 

Noncon Roleplay 

Free space (Blood Kink) : The Drug in Me is You (Deanmon x f!reader x Sam)(Dark)

Dom!Dean :  A Rose for the Snake - Part 1 - Sub!Dean x Domme!F!Reader / Dom!Dean x Sub!OCs

Sexuality Crisis 

Sucking Balls 

Dom/sub :  Sexy Rules (Dean x f!Reader)

Fallen Cas 

Creampie : The Socks Will Go On / Sam x Dean

Top Drop :  A Rose for the Snake - Part 2 - Sub!Dean x Domme!F!Reader / Dom!Dean x Sub!OCs

Hand Kink 

Somnophilia 

Tribbing 

Choking 

Denny 

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Now on Patreon

Venus in Furs

A multi-part Sub!Sam x Domme!Reader story

Sometimes the weight of the world is too much, even for a man as strong as Samuel Winchester. Lucky for him, he has you to take that load off his shoulders, even for just a little while.

Join now for early access!!

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But Not Today

There are fics out there about Sam’s special bunker room... but what about yours?

Pairing: sub!Dean Winchester x Domme!Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, dom/sub relationship, bondage, ball gag,

Word Count: 1375

Note: This happens before the bunker becomes hunter-base, so there isn’t an interruption risk. This is filth. Pure filth. If sub!Dean is not your thing, run away now. Otherwise, any and all feedback is super appreciated. Especially if you asked for a tag for this fic. Enjoy!

It’s no secret the Winchesters are well-traveled. There are souls east and west and north and south of Kansas that have experienced just how well. But in the bunker, there are many extra rooms. More than the three (or four, if Cas shows up) could ever use. Sam has taken control of such a room. You’ve seen the inside of it. In those days after a hunt went wrong, when you don’t want to think about the loss, it’s your favorite place to be. But not all the time. For when you need to control, the flesh to give way to you, there’s another room.

And right now, Dean is hanging from the ceiling of it.

There’s a simple set up. A wench to one side for raising and lowering the chains. They’re ended with padded cuffs with an easy escape lock. And there’s a chair to one side for you to rest in while you watch Dean writhe. A bench for other uses. His arms are stretched high above him. Some days you attach the cuffs behind him, stretching his arms back and making it easy to bend him in half. And the chain has plenty of line to give him steady footing. But today his toes barely grip the floor.

Dean gasps behind his ball gag as you trail your nail up the underside of his cock. You didn’t use the cock ring today. All of his patience and holding back is going to be because of him. Not because of a toy. And he’s being so good. You reward him with another kiss to his skin, leaving another bright red lip-print. His body is covered in them. Today is a day for kisses and rewards instead of mind-cleansing bruises.

With the way his arms are pulled up, his body was fully on display for you. You’d walked around him several times just so you can see the way his marked muscles ripple from the struggle. He shivered each time you trail your fingers over his skin. No nails. But he wanted them. Pleaded “fphore” behind the gag. You stopped in front of him. Smirk on your lips. Hunger in your eyes.

“You’re being such a good boy.”

His body went limp in the restraints. The tiniest of praise and his cock jumped. So eager and easy.

“So calm. So collected.”

The way his eyes roll back in his head under your touch on his cock says otherwise. His thighs are shaking, straining. His hands wrapped around the chains long ago. Something else to barely hold onto. Like his toes to the floor. Hell, he looks wrecked. Brow scrunched. Every part of him tense. ‘Collected’ his ass.

“Fhlease-“

“What do you need, baby?” You tighten your grip on his cock, twisting gently. He moans brokenly. He’s ready. “You ready for your show?”

His eyes are pleading for your touch, but he nods anyway.

Tugging the chair over, you sit at an angle and flip up your skirt. While there aren’t any toys on him, you do. You turned off the bullet in your panties and pulled them down. Dean moaned again seeing your slick. He’s spent hours eating you out. But not today. Those beautiful eyes of his widen in desperate shock as you slide two fingers up through your wetness. You held them up to show him the drip down your fingers. He struggled in the bonds, surging forward. Muffled, he whimpered your name.

In a moment of cruel mercy, you stood and offered them to him. You spread the wet over his gag. No taste, but he thanked you in his way anyway.

You dragged the bench closer and propped his feet on the wood. Then you straddled his thigh and hung on. He tensed, catching your clit perfectly.

“My good boy, knowing what I need,” you gasped. You thrust faster, picking a rhythm. Thus steadied, you moved your hands to where he wants them. One curled in the short hairs at the base of his neck. The other scratched its way down this stomach to his cock. You matched the slide of your hand to the slide of your hips. Dean’s eyes closed. You knew behind his eyelids, he felt your heat envelop him and felt the other times you’ve fucked him. Those memories make his cock throb in your hand. You allowed it.

The longer you go, the faster you move chasing release, the more his brow scrunches. Grunts sound from behind the gag. You edged yourself three times. Each time Dean huffs when you don’t cum. If only you would cum, then he would maybe let himself fall over the edge himself. How many times had he used the excuse before punishment?

“But you looked so beautiful, Mistress. I couldn’t hold back.”

Brat.

Not today. You’ve got him caught. If you don’t cum, then he won’t until you tell him too. And he’s going to do it on command. Like the perfect man he is.

“How close are you, baby?” You kissed under his jaw, licking up some of his perspiration. “Getting needy?”

“Mhmm.”

You tilted his head further to the side with your grip on his hair. “Are you going to fill my mouth? I bet my tongue could just barely taste you and you’d spill. Wouldn’t you?”

He shakes his head. Tries to mumble something about not until you say so.

“Let’s put it to the test, then.”

You unstradled him. His thigh is so wet, you almost lean down to lick some of it up. But that wouldn’t be any fun since you can’t kiss him and fill him with your tongue. You’ll have to taste his hum of delight later. Instead, you sat on the bench and kitten licked his tip. Dean tensed and his eyes bulged. But he didn’t cum. You mouthed up and down his length. Several pearls of precum dribbled out. You hummed around their taste. Reaching back, you gently began to roll his balls with your fingertips. Still, he didn’t cum.

“My good boy,” you purred against this cock, “cum, dear.”

“Mphut-“

His cock filled your mouth. Dean groaned and strained for a little while longer while you sucked and hollowed your mouth around him. You pulled off with a pop to command him to cum. Then you rushed to swallow what he dared to spill. Soothing him, you could feel how much more his body could give.

After you had calmed his shivering, you lowered the chains and unhooked his cuffs. His body sagged against yours enough to make you brace a step back. He sighed as you massaged his shoulders.

“You-“ he pants and licked his lips. “You didn’t cum, Mistress.”

“Who says we’re done?” That chair. You spun it around and stood behind it. “Have a seat.”

Some days you might play with him for hours more. Not this evening. Not when he was ready for you so quick. Not when his lap was such a perfect seat. He made you cum in minutes, spilling into you hot and shouting. You bit into his shoulder to quite your own burst of sound. You sat there for a minute, not wanting to move nor having the energy.

“Mistress?” Dean looked at you groggily. “Y/N?”

“Hey,” you rasp. “You good?”

“Very. You?”

“Mhmm.”

He chuckles. “Use your words, sweetheart.” He gasped with a smile when you tapped his thigh. “Just saying.”

Rising off him made your eyes flutter. His release starts to drip down your thigh. “I just fucked you twice to Sunday and you’re sassing me?”

“I thought you liked my sass.”

You shot him a playful glare. “And yet I like using the ball gag.”

He joined you in cleaning up the space and then cleaning up each other in the shower. By the time you guys are back to his room, you’re both fumbling with pajamas so much you almost don’t put anything on. But it’s cold in the bunker and you like wearing his flannels.

First, there are sweet nothings. Then fluttering eyelids as you both fight sleep. Finally, you succumb to sleep with his strong arms wrapped around you. On another night you could have talked long into the night. But not today.

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Supernatural Kink Bingo 2020

Stupor (Soulless!Sam x Reader)

Square Filled: Dry Humping

Light the Match (John x Reader)

Square Filled: Pearl Necklace

The Woman I Know (Ruby 2.0 x Reader)

Square Filled: Tribbing

A Heavenly Diversion (Castiel x Meg)

Square Filled: Collars

Cherry Red (1940s Dean x Reader)

Square Filled: Spanking

Graceless (Human!Castiel x Reader)

Square Filled: Face Fucking

Never Saw Blue Like That Before 

Square Filled: Destiel

Obvious Winner (TFW x Plus Size!Reader)

Square Filled: Plus Size

The Way They Love You (TFW x Plus Size!Reader)

Square Filled: Bondage

Belonging (Michael!Dean x Rebekah)

Square Filled: Michael!Dean

Shattered Breaths (Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader)

Square Filled: Omegaverse

I’ve Got You (Domme!Reader x Sub!Dean)

Square Filled: Wax Play

Sneaky (Sam x Reader)

Square Filled: Saxx

Just Sam (Soulless!Sam x Reader)

Square Filled: Anal Hooks

Enough Love To Go Around (Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Ketch and implied Alpha!Gabriel x Omega!Reader)

Square Filled: Power Bottom

Long Distance Lovin’ (Dean x Reader)

Square Filled: Free Space

Made To Be Used (Sam x Reader)

Square Filled: Breath Play

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I didn’t know I needed this and now it’s happened and I need more ❤️❤️❤️

Sugar Rush: Part One

A/N: So I’ve kind of been dying to write any kind of Sub!Sebastian story for ages. Just because I’m obsessed with reading Stucky stories(porn) and more often then not he’s a bottom and I live for that shit. So I thought I’d try my hand at writing some real kinky shit. Also if you guys haven’t read Suga Mama by Emotchalla, please fucking do. Her story along with the massive amount of Sugar baby Stucky fics are why this idea has seeded itself into my brain and wont go away.

Also- I don’t have time to be writing another 25 chapter story lol. So this fic is going to be paced kind of fast, and at some points be one shots that are barley connected. Kind of just a way to get out my fantasies- no novels here.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: As with all of my stories there’s a permanent warning of cursing. I have a mouth like a sailor and express myself through the word fuck.

Summary: Bucky is a College student in his early twenties who seems to be drowning in the struggle of adulthood. When he meets Y/N, a well off Magazine CEO and gets the proposition of a lifetime, he takes on a title he never even could have imagined. Sugar Baby.

Bucky Barnes was no stranger to hard work. To the struggles of life.

He, along with his little sister Rebecca, had been in and out of the system up until he was nine; group homes and foster care were things that he was familiarized with at a young age. But so were heroine needles and that look that junkies get in there eye when the were high- he’d take sleeping in a clean bed in orphanage over listening to his mother tweak in the next room any day. He’d been adopted by George and Winifred Barnes two months shy of his tenth birthday, and they were the best people he’d ever met. Kind, and loving. He truly believes that they were heaven sent(if you tasted Winnie Barnes’ country fried steak, you’d think the same) but it’s not as though his life was suddenly a cake walk. He grew up the eldest of five- four younger sisters.

Yeah, if that sounds a little hellish, that’s because it was. He loved those little brats with all his heart, but damn, had they forced him into the “mature older brother” role.

He’d done well in High School- both athletically and academically. Played Varsity baseball and stayed on the honor roll all four years. Was it hard? Balancing the two along with his flourishing social life(because everyone love Bucky, that’s just how it went)? Yeah, maybe. But he did it.

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