#Sam Winchester X reader smut

[hauntedwitch04]

Little one

Sam Winchester x reader

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Warnings: smut, smut, I forgot to say smut, DESTIEL BECAUSE I LOVE THEM, dirty talk

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DAY 5: Size kink

"Hey little one do you need a hand?" You hear Sam ask, hearing in his tone of voice that silly little sly smile you hate so much. You huff as still with your back turned you don't even turn to look at him, knowing you couldn't help but melt under the gaze of his green eyes. You feel him coming up behind you, his chest brushing against your back as you see his hand reach for the book you've been reaching for for more than ten minutes. His presence behind you almost makes your knees give way.

The two of you have been playing this game for weeks now, provoking the other but at the same time neither of you seems to have the courage to take matters into their own hands and drag the other into your bedroom. A few days ago Sam realized how sensitive you are to the size difference between the two of you. You have never considered yourself short, you have always been average, but next to him you look little more than a smurf. He is literally a giant, and that doesn't mean he is merely tall, but because of the life you lead he has developed a lot of muscles in his arms and chest, as well as perfect abs, and that makes him imposing, and fuck if that isn't attractive. You get lost in thinking what it must be like to be under him, enclosed between his warm body and his bed, but almost immediately you are interrupted by a cough behind you. You turn and see him with a raised eyebrow looking at you amused. Now the two of you are face to face, or rather you have your face at his chest level, and in fact you have to look up to stare into his eyes.

The man in front of you seems to be quite amused by this, in fact he leans forward a little, thinking you would move for that movement, and instead you stand still, not showing weakness.

"Careful little one your neck will hurt if you keep holding it like that. Maybe we should buy a stepladder at least you'd be able to look me in the eye without any trouble." Says Sam, a breath away from your lips.

"You giant asshole, I swear I'll cut your balls off if-" You start to threaten him, but you are interrupted by a new voice. Castiel has just entered the room and is looking at you with a questioning expression before shouting.

"Dean they are doing it again." He says to the other hunter who immediately responds to the angel, threatening you as well.

"Home run before you see things you don't want to see. And you two stop circling around the fact that you want to fuck. There's too much sexual tension in the air and no one can take it anymore. You better find a solution or I swear I'll have the next witch I meet charm you." Says the brother of the man in front of you, from the kitchen, making both you and Sammy blush.

"Fuck you Dean." Sam manages to say, not looking you in the eye. Immediately you turn away from each other, going in different directions.

You arrive in your room, close the door, and lean against it as you take a breath of relief.

You can't deny that there is not that sexual tension between the two of you that Dean accuses you of, but at the same time you don't have the courage to take that extra step for fear of being rejected because treacherously you think Sam intends all that as a kind of game between the two of you, but nothing more. You stay for a moment thinking again about the feeling of his body so big and muscular against yours. You felt so small and helpless, and yet you were not afraid, in fact all your brain could process were rather spicy situations with the youngest of the Winchesters. Then suddenly you violently detach yourself from the door, as your mind was again training itself in those overly specific thoughts of what it would be like to be fucked by Sam, placed on all fours on his bed, while he on top of you, with his chest pressed against your back, holding the bed keyboard with one strong hand to make stronger, firmer thrusts. You get lost in thinking about what it must feel like to have his kisses on your bare back with the light beard he has, what one of his strong hands gripping one of your hips must feel like, or his cock pushing in. You decide it's time for a cold shower at the very moment you're left thinking about whether the size of his member is directly proportional to everything else, hoping that at least that might bring you back to your senses a little.

You've never been much of a person who likes to go to parties, but you certainly can't say no to a nice evening with your favorite people spent drinking and singing your favorite songs. By now it is very late and both Dean and Cas have gone to bed, no matter how much the last one doesn't sleep, but by now since they had declared themselves to each other they had created a routine, thanks to which the oldest of the Winchesters is finally able to sleep without nightmares. You are happy forni your friends, they both deserve the small portion of happiness that fate has reserved for them, and on the contrary you wish they had fi more. Since they've gone to bed, though, you and Sam are left alone, with more than ample amount of alcohol in your system, which is a bit dangerous considering the thoughts some days that led you to take a shower so cold that even penguins would beat their beaks for cold.

You and young Winchester spent those days avoiding each other, and when you couldn't, all you could do was avoid each other's gaze and not blush.

You remain silent again, enjoying that peace to which you are not very accustomed. You are sitting side by side, and you can't help but slowly move closer to his body, attracted by the warmth it produces.

It seems like hours go by, and maybe it's only a few minutes, but eventually he interrupts that state of stillness.

"Can I ask you a question?" Sammy asks, turning toward you, and you can't help but be a little annoyed by his question, but you nod as you down some more alcohol. He seems to consider what words to use.

"Have you ever thought of anything more than this between us?" The man asks, looking you in the eye. You pause with your glass in midair, petrified by that question. For a moment it crosses your mind that he has figured out how you feel about him, but then you look at him and see him waiting for your answer and realize that he is really only asking you out of pure curiosity.

"Why did you think of that?" You ask in turn defensively. You see him hesitate for a moment as you did a few seconds earlier, but eventually he flashes you a smile, regaining all the resourcefulness he has shown in this last period.

"Oh little one, I'm afraid I'd scare you if I told you all the things I've been thinking about doing with you." He says in a rough, sensual voice, and you immediately feel a shiver go down your spine. You feel him move closer to you, while you remain still, afraid that if you moved even a finger, this whole situation would vanish like a soap bubble. You think more than once that all this is a dream produced by the alcohol in your system, then you feel his lips on your neck and realize that it is all true.

"Well you could show me a couple of things you've imagined doing with me, and I'll tell you if they're the same things I've thought of." I say in a whisper, as he continues to nibble on my neck, leaving sweet kisses at times.

"You're going to fucking kill me sooner or later." Sam comments before standing up, and with a smooth, quick movement, hoisting me onto his shoulder. I let out a soft yelp, before starting to bombard him with threats and questions.

"Sam Winchester, let me go now! Where are you taking me?" I ask, trying not to give away that just that simple gesture that showcased his strength and how much bigger he was physically than you was turning you on.

"In the room, unless you want to be fucked here where anyone could walk in at any moment. I didn't take you for that kind of person, but we could always try it another time." He says chuckling, while you in response punch him lightly in the back. "Besides, from here I have a first-class view of your ass." He continues nonchalantly, and you can't help but blush.

"Sam!" You take him back, but he immediately doesn't give you time to continue.

"Little one, don't be an angel, because we both know how many times you've thought about doing dirty things with me, and you can't even lie because it was all over your face." Notices Sam, scolding you as one scolds a child who has eaten too much candy.

"Like you had a marble mask on, and you couldn't see all the times you looked at my boobs." You comment, as you try to figure out by now where you are, but the corridors of the bunker are all dark and you can't quite get your bearings.

"It's not my fault you have particularly nice tits." He replies, as if it were a given, and you can't help but laugh at the situation. Your laughter is interrupted, however, when Sam throws you onto what you recognize to be his bed.

The playful air that had been created disappears in an instant and gives way to a new tension, steeped in passion and mischief. The youngest Winchester slides all the way down your body until his plump lips are inches from yours. The feel of his body, so large compared to yours, is even better than you had imagined. He spends a few seconds teasing you, kissing all over your face and the area near your mouth, but he doesn't touch your lips a single time, until you slip your hands into his hair and force him to do so. He smiles against your lips, and when you pull away to get some air, he teases you.

"Someone is a little impatient, what can't you wait to feel my cock inside you anymore?" He asks rhetorically, while his hands begin working to remove the several layers of clothes you are wearing.

"All promises Winchester, it's time to keep them." You say, trying to answer him again in kind as pleasure begins to work its way through you.

"You'll regret this shamelessness little one, another time, not today, but next time I won't be as good to you as I will be this time."

Quickly he removes the few clothes you have on while you do the same to him, a little groggy from pleasure and a little from alcohol.

He kisses your neck, leaving red, biting marks as he slowly moves down to your breasts, to remove the bra you still have on. He takes one of your nipples in his teeth, while the other teases it with his hand.

Once he is done torturing your breasts, he goes down to your navel with his kisses and then gently bites your panties. A shiver runs through you again as you feel his lips graze the skin of your legs, while he stares into your eyes and pulls them off with such slowness that you feel faint before long at how hard your heart is beating.

"You better get moving Winchester." You try to threaten him, once he completely peels off the penultimate layer of clothing that stood between you and him, since he still has his boxers on.

"Or what small thing? I don't think you're in a position to threaten me." He comments amused, before returning to your center, and leaving sweet kisses all around in your inner thigh. You can't help but sigh as you slip a hand into his soft, long hair, trying to take him where you most desire.

"Fuck you." That's all you can say in response, and he can't help but laugh. Eventually Sam lets you guide him where you want him, and finally his lips meet those of your pussy. You can't help but let out a moan mixed with a scream as the man squeezes your clit between his teeth as he had done with your nipples earlier. With his tongue he continues to lick you, slowly increasing the pleasure.

Suasult when you also feel his fingers join in the torture, as he rhythmically works them into you. His fingers are long and big, enough to reach all the right places, and make you wriggle between the covers of the now unmade bed, making you clutch the sheet so tight you thought it would tear.

Eventually, faster than it had ever happened to you, you feel the orgasm coming, with the impetuosity of a wave ready to sweep whatever it meets in its path.

"Sam- fuck- please don't stop." You beg him, as you continue to move your hips under his mouth to create more friction.

"Oh my little one is cumming?" He asks, pulling away from you slightly.

"Sam, please." You beg him again as you run a hand through his hair again, and he can't help but moan as you do so.

He doesn't respond to you, but his actions speak for themselves as he again begins to lick your center as he speeds his fingers entering your pussy. A few minutes pass and you finally reach orgasm, and for a second you think you lose contact with the whole world. All you hear in your ears is blood pulsing, your eyes narrowed as your lips hold back a scream, while your hands continue to cling tightly to Sam's hair. Once you regain your breath and some clarity you stop and look at Sammy who is now looking at you seriously. Around your mouth you can still see the remnants of the otherworldly experience you just had.

"Are you okay?" He asks you as he licks his lips.

"Never felt better." You answer, as you signal for him to come up. He complies and comes with his face at the same height as yours. You kiss him softly, and he can't help but do the same. It is very different from the kiss you shared earlier, passionate and impetuous, but no less sensual and beautiful. Then suddenly you take him by surprise and reverse the situation by finding yourself on top of him.

"Now it's my turn to torture you a little." You whisper in his ear before moving down to his boxers. You slip them off him the same way he took off your underwear, which is with your teeth, and you hear him cursing as you brush against his now very obvious erection. Then unable to hold back you take his member with your hands, and like everything in your body it seems to be huge compared to you, but in this case you don't really know if it is your point of view or is objective. You tease his entire length with your tongue, before starting to suck lightly at the tip, while moving your hand along everything else you don't touch. Immediately his hand, almost as big as your head, gets stuck in your hair and begins to send you further and further down, at the pace he likes best. That's how Sam begins to fuck your mouth, at first slower, going steadily increasing, so that the last thrusts you feel his cock coming down your throat, and you can't help but get aroused when you feel the air miss you. He continues this game for a few minutes, until with a series of moans where he screams your name he doesn't cum in your mouth, and you swallow everything he gives you.

"That's my girl." Sammy comments as he catches his breath, but you see a spark in his eyes that tells you you're not even close to the end.

"So far we've been playing, now comes the main course." He continues, as again he reverses the situation, bringing you under him. You feel one of your thighs open, and with his knee he stimulates your pussy. Immediately you let out a scream that he silences with his lips. You begin to kiss more and more passionately as you feel him driving his cock in front of your entrance. The moment he is about to push in for the first time, you stop him by asking him a question?

"Are you sure it fits?" You ask slightly frightened by his size, and excited at the same time. He looks at you and chuckles a little, throwing his head into the crook of your neck.

"It's just that I've never had anyone so ...great, it's no laughing matter Winchester!" You continue, chuckling in turn. He kisses you gently on the nose before answering you.

"I promise in case it does you, you'll just have to tell me and we'll stop right away, okay?" He asks seriously, watching you as he moves a strand of hair away from your face. "Besides, I think the orgasm has prepared you well honey." He finishes by winking at you. He kisses you again but this one more gently, trying to distract you. You feel him enter you, and for a moment you think you have died and are in your own little piece of heaven.

"Are you okay little one?" Sam asks seeing your closed eyes and clenched fists holding the pillow.

"Oh God, Winchester you better move your ass and fuck me before I come at this exact moment." You whisper, as you release one hand to bring him to you and kiss him. You feel him begin to thrust in and out of you, picking up a rather fast pace as he stimulates one of your breasts with one hand and his lips are busy making more marks on your neck, lest he cry out your name in pleasure. You are not much better off, so much so that at one point you feel an iron taste of blood in your mouth from how much you bit your lips to keep Cas and Dean from hearing you. You keep moving in unison, seeking pure pleasure.

"God baby, you are so perfect. You don't know how much I've dreamed of having you under me, screaming my name, rocking your world." Sam comments, before kissing one of your breasts. "I love your body, so small compared to mine, so much that I'm afraid I'll break you every time I touch you, but at the same time so sinful that I can't stop myself from doing the worst sins they ever came up with even in hell."

You fail to respond too caught up in everything the boy is making you feel. You feel like it's the first time in years you've breathed again, the first time you've really tasted oxygen.

"Sam, please, I'm going to-" You are interrupted by a kiss from him.

"Me too baby." He replies after pulling away from your lips. "Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard, I think I'm about to go crazy." He comments, and it seems that his words are the keys to reach again that already before, only with his fingers had you tasted, but that was but a paltry appetizer, this was of the magnitude of a wedding feast. Your whole body quivers with force, as your center, in pleasure, tightens even tighter around his size, making you feel the size of his member even more.

Just as Sam's words were for you, for him it seems that your orgasm triggers his, in fact when you finally seem to have regained some mental clarity, after spending several minutes with your mind clouded, drowsy with pleasure, you feel your womb being filled with his seed, and you have another orgasm, smaller than before, but still quite important.

It is some time before both of you have caught your breath, in each other's arms. You remain in silence enjoying the warmth of the naked body of the person you love by your side. Then without saying a word Sam moves to your side and encircles you with his arms, having spread a blanket over your uncovered bodies. You fall asleep within minutes, with a smile on your lips, both of you happy to be close to the one you love, and especially happy to know that the one you love loves you back.

BONUS (I can't help it, I love bonuses too much :) )

Dean sits at the kitchen table as Cas hands him a steaming cup of coffee. He thanks him with a whisper before sipping his drink in silence. The only noise in the room is that of the liquid slipping over his lips as the two lovers stare into the void, lost in their own thoughts. Eventually it is the angel who breaks the silence.

"We need to soundproof the rooms better." He comments, and Dean can make no more than a sound of approval. They had not slept a wink because of your shouting, and as happy as they were to know that now the tension between the two of you had been cleared up, they also did not want to hear how their nephew was created, since his brother and you had not made much effort to be quiet. And this was not the first time. Since you had come out to each other now almost a month ago, every night you had done nothing but shout each other's names in pleasure, so much so that often both Dean and Cas had decided to go for a drive, but they couldn't take it anymore.

"You're damn right." Dean says before taking another sip of coffee. "You know I almost preferred it when they hadn't come out, now I'm afraid to turn the corner and watch them procreate on the library table." Dean comments amused, finishing his drink as he sees his boyfriend shoot him a look and a smile.

"As if we never did." Cas says, laughing.

"But they don't know that." Dean replies, giving him a wink, then getting up and leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead and heading out of the room, obviously checking to make sure you are not in it.

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Section 48: Unlawful Kisses

Pairing: Sam Winchester/AFAB! Reader

GN pronouns used, but reader does have a vagina, breasts, and wears 'feminine' clothing.

Plot: While studying at for a law exam, the reader just cannot keep their eyes, or mind, off of Sam.

Rating: M/18+

This is actually an updated/re-written fic I wrote and posted on a now deleted blog roughly 10 years ago. (Damn I'm old.) If well received I might try re-doing some other fics/writing new ones, who knows!

Don't forget: You are amazing, and worthy of love.

Content: Swearing, vaginal oral/cunnilingus, body worship, nipple play, vaginal fingering, teasing, dirty talk, semi-public, naked female, clothed male, size difference, light hair pulling, light biting, fluids, consensual, dominate Sam (if you squint). Reader is kind of a perv, Sam is a tease. Reader calls the shots, but Sam is Definity in charge.

Section 47; took away privilege against self-incrimination from any person ordered to testify or produce books, p-

Your eyes darted over to Sam for probably the millionth time since he had joined you half an hour ago. You had an exam tomorrow, and you’d hauled up in the library for some last-minute cramming, but since Sam had joined you, you’d lost any and all ability to concentrate. It was hard enough trying to focus on possibly the drollest piece of text you’d ever had to read, without him being here. Without the musky cedar smell of his aftershave, without his deft fingers skimming each page, without his pursed lips filling your head with thoughts of what he might be able to do with them. Those lips…

“You okay?” His hushed voice pierced the silence as he peeked over at you. You’d been staring, again.

“Who me? Yeah, totally.” You lied, pulling your book up to cover your gradually reddening face. The space between your legs was hot, but your face was hotter. “Peachy.”

“Okay.” He shrugged, unconvinced, but returning to his own book regardless.

Section 47; took away privilege against self-incrimination from any person ordered to testify or produce books, papers, etc., and provided that any person so ordered to testify or produce would be immune from any prosecution based on evidence provided….

Movement in your peripheral distracted you. You looked over to see Sam, leaning all the way back in his chair, his toned arms stretched behind him, neck exposed, chest puffed out. The hem of his shirt had ridden up slightly, giving you the tiniest peak at his abdomen, and the trail of hair that adorned it.

Reluctantly you turned back to your studies, not wanting to be caught eyeing him up yet again, but as soon as your eyes returned to the text in front of you, he let out a sigh.

You glanced over just in time to watch his tongue dart out, wetting his finger so he could turn a page. Amazing how such a small action could make your knees weak. Shit… it’s like he was trying to distract you.

Probably feeling your eye burning into him, Sam turned to look back at you, and yet again you dived back into your textbook, hiding behind its paper walls as you tried to rid your mind of Sam and his mouth.

“Section 48; set forth venue in any prosecution for unlawful… unlawful… unlawful things I want you to do to me with those lips.”

“What?” You jumped at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“What?” You repeated back, spinning to look up at his quizzical expression.

“You said something…” His lips squeezed into a smile, his eyes raked up and down your body, and suddenly you knew how Sam must have felt under your gaze just minutes earlier. “Something about, lips doing unlawful things to you?”

“Shit.” You thought your eyes might bulge out of your head, your heart was in the pit of your stomach, and if you’d been blushing before, you must look like a traffic light now. “Did- did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah.” He confirmed, with a nod. His brows furrowed and his jaw tightened as he leaned in closer. You couldn’t resist taking a deep breath in through your nose, indulging in his scent. His hot breath against the ear sent a chill down your spine. “Were you talking about my lips?”

Your brain went into overdrive, was this it? The moment you’d been waiting for? You and Sam had always had a playful, flirty relationship, but was this the turning point? If you confessed, would he give you what you want? Could you both finally stop beating around the bush and get down and dirty together? What exactly would he do? Or would you humiliate yourself? Would he send you packing with your tail between your legs? Could you live with that rejection? Totally, it would suck but you’d get over it, right? Right.

You chanced a look at Sam's face. His eyes bore into you so intensely it made your stomach roll. You’d never seen him look so fierce before, and much like every other expression he wore, it was hot.

Trying to mimic his confidence you straightened your back, locked eyes with him, and nodded.

He smiled, and immediately you felt assured, but that didn’t stop your hair from standing on edge as he pressed into you. This time you felt the softness of his lips on the shell of your ear, and it made you squirm. “Say it.”

“I want you to do unlawful things to me with your mouth, Sam.” You responded, trying your best to sound sultry.

“Oh yeah.” He murmured, lowering his mouth to the back of your jaw, caressing your skin with each word. You wished he could read the dictionary to you in this exact position. “Like what?”

You scanned through your surroundings, checking each aisle of books to confirm your solitude. Nobody else really came this far back in the library, especially at this time of night. You were pretty certain the only other person in the building was the night librarian, who only ever ventured from her desk to make a coffee in the communal kitchen. You had little to worry about as long as you stayed vigilant. Brazen smile on your lips, you turned your attention back to Sam who seemingly had also been examining your surroundings.

Reaching up, you ran your fingers up the warm skin of his neck and threaded them into his hair. You’d always wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked, and now you finally had confirmation; yes. Yes, it was that soft.

“Like,” You hummed, gently guiding him from your neck until you were face-to-face. “I want you to kiss me, slow and gentle to start. Then har-“

He interrupted you, tenderly pressing his lips to yours, just as gently as you’d imagined. Strong hands came up to cup your face and pull you into him, deepening the kiss. Your own hands knotted into his hair as his mouth pressed harder against your own.

“Like that?” He asked, breaking away just enough so that his words were intelligible.

“Exactly like that.” You replied, surprised by the breathiness of your own voice.

“What next?” He pried, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

You could think of a thousand things you wanted him to do next, but… “Aren’t you worried someone might see us? We could get in a lot of trouble.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when, and if, we get to it.” He shrugged, amusement clear as day on his face, completely unable to refrain from grinning. “If you don’t want that to happen, you’ll have to keep really quiet. Or tell me to stop.”

You knew he was into this, both of you at the mercy of each other. The exhilaration of possibly being caught. Besides, you’d already grabbed the bull by the horns, may as well enjoy the ride.

“Well… Next, I want you to keep kissing me, on my jaw, my neck, my ches-”

Clearly, too excited to wait until you’d finished your instructions, Sam leaned in to kiss you once more. His lips never left yours as his arms looped around your waist, lifting you from your seat like you were nothing and placing you on the desk, blinding you from anyone who might stumble to your section of the library. The simultaneous actions made you lose any composure and you moaned into Sam's mouth.

He pulled back, pressing a finger to his lips and shushing you. You barely had a chance to take in his dishevelled form before he reattached himself to your jawline, rapidly tracing his lips against your smooth skin, occasionally swirling his tongue in any crevice he could find. You had to stifle a whimper when you felt his teeth nipping at your throat.

Sam’s calloused hands massaged your shoulders briefly before he hooks his fingers under the straps of your vest top, working them down your arms, along with the neckline, revealing your bra to him.

“These too?” He asks, leaning back to admire you. Still unable to rein back the smile on his face.

“Those too.” You established as he reached out both hands to cup each breast. Not wanting to be completely exposed, you elected against entirely removing your bra. You did, however, guide his hands to grip the top of its cups, folding them down to your underbust, thus exposing them completely, but allowing you a quick and easy way to pull it back up.

“Lucky me.” Sam mused, eyes glazed, his tongue darted over his lips before he dipped down to fix his mouth around your left nipple.

You sucked in a harsh breath and reached out for him. Your hands gripping into the fabric of his shirt. Unable to ignore the growing heat between your legs you started squirming, rubbing your thighs together to produce any sort of friction. Sam clearly noticed and let out a small laugh, the gust of air on your wet nipple only serving to turn you on all the more. Obviously enjoying your reaction Sam moved over to the other side. Using his fingers to play with your left nipple as he sucks on the right. Playfully he nibbles at the hardened skin before blowing on it. Both times you resist the urge to let out a groan.

“Does that feel good?” He asks, kissing his way back up your chest.

“Yes.” You reply, steering him up until he’s close enough for you to plant another kiss on his lips. With a gentle hand, he pushes you back, cutting your kiss short. You pout and he laughs, but you let him lay you down. Your back presses against your long-forgotten textbooks. You should probably check them out when you leave, just so you can wipe them down before anyone else uses them you think. The feel of Sam's fingers squeezing your tits pulls you from your train of thought.

“Should I keep kissing you here?” He asks, before dipping his hand lower, running it across your belly before hitching up your skirt. Gingerly he runs his thumb over your panties, once twice, three times before looking back up at you. “Or do you want my unlawful mouth down here?” He teased.

“Down there.” You respond without hesitation. “Down there is good!”

“I can tell.” He says as he grasps your underwear, quickly pulling them down your legs, over your feet before dandling them above you. “You’re already soaked.”

And he was right, you could see the dark stain your wetness had left against the fabric. You’d blush, but you were already half naked, and sprawled out for him in the middle of a public space. You couldn’t be any more exposed if you’d tried.

Without another word, Sam tucked your panties into his pocket and got to work. He ghosted the tips of his fingers against your folds and your toes curled. Slowly he added more and more pressure until you could feel him firmly rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck.” You whined, Sam immediately removed his hands from you entirely.

“Wh-“ You darted into a seated position only for Sam to clamp his hand over your mouth.

“Shhh.” He hissed, before grabbing you by the wrists and replacing his hand with your own. “Keep your voice down. Not a peep, okay?”

His voice was deadly serious but the look on his face betrayed him. He was loving this. You bow your head in acknowledgement and allow him to lean you back against the table. You watch impatiently as he re-surveys the area. Clearly content that you’re still alone together, he crouches down, levelling himself with you, then slowly leans in and places a kiss on your core.

Content with keeping you on edge he starts slow. His mouth barely making contact with your skin. Blood rushing, and heart thundering you can barely contain yourself. You rest your legs on his shoulders, thighs around his head, and attempt to urge him on, to pull him closer.

Sam chuckles, his breath taunting your slit.

Then without warning, he delves into you. He starts on your clit again, and you fight every urge to clench your legs around him, to cry out. You bite your knuckles instead as he works downward.

He begins darting his tongue in and out, fucking your entrance until you're dripping down his face. You glance down at him, and have to hold back another groan at what you see. Eye closed, brows knitted, Sam is totally lost, blissed out in between your legs.

One of his hands grips your thigh for purchase as he pulls his face up, returning to your clit. The other hand sneaks between your legs, and he plunges two fingers inside. Allowing you no time to adjust, he sets a fast, steady pace. His fingers keep pumping into you, as his mouth continues working over your clit.

You fight back every moan, every cry that attempts to climb out of you, biting onto your hand so hard that you're afraid you might take a chunk out of yourself.

It isn’t long before your toes begin curling again, you kick your legs around, rutting yourself against Sam's face to try and relieve the energy building up in you. Sam remains unbothered, completely serene buried in your heat. He’s like a machine, a pussy-eating God, never faltering from his pace.

Your orgasm was fast approaching, you arched your back, craning your head back. Your hips stilled, locking in place when it finally hit you. You felt like there was fire in your veins and it was all pulsing into your pussy. Your nails dug into your cheek as you silence your own screams.

Panting and shaky from your orgasm, you sag against the table, letting your legs dangle either side of Sam, signalling to him that you’d climaxed, if he was even in doubt.

“How was that? Everything you had in mind?” He asked, standing up, towering over you. The lower half of his face glistened with your slick.

“Fuck Sam.” You breathed, reaching for him, needing assistance to get it back up.

The sound of footsteps startled you both, interrupting you before you could even start to compliment him. You launched off the table, stretching up to wipe Sam's mouth. Sam in turn roughly gabbed at your top and bra, yanking it back over your chest before you both bombed back into your chairs, and just in time.

The concerned face of the night shift librarian pokes out from behind a shelf. “You kids alright? I thought I heard some commotion?”

“No. We’re good.” You both said in union, suppressing laughter.

The librarian eyed you both wearily before nodding at you both. “Okay then, I’ll let you get back to your books.”

You both waited in complete silence and stillness until you deemed her footsteps far away enough.

“Sam! That was amazing.” You half whispered; half sang.

Sam in turn looked embarrassed, scratching the back of his head, averting his eyes, unable to hide the growing blush on his own cheeks. You couldn’t believe his sheepishness, as if he wasn’t tongue deep inside you just moments before.

“Thanks.” He grinned. “Do you want to come back to my place? I’d like to do that again, but actually get to hear you this time, you know?”

You glanced down at the open books strewn across the desks, and then up at the clock. It was late...

Screw it, if you didn’t have all the reading memorised by now, you weren’t gonna know it by the morning.

“Absolutely!” You exclaimed, not missing the look of triumph in Sam's eyes before you stood and started packing your notes into your bag. “But can I get my underwear back?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Sam patted his pocket as he stood to pack his own bag. You reached your hand over to him, but instead of returning your underwear, he took your hand in his, and began leading you through the shelves. “You can have them back in the morning.”

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[samwinchesterswifu]

You Shook Me All Night Long (Dean Winchester x Reader) Smut

Bunker seasons era

Song Inspo: "You Shook Me All Night Long" by ACDC

Warnings: literally the whole thing is just smut lmfao

MINORS DNI

A/N: ive been having TERRIBLE writers block. I dunno how happy i am with this one, so PLEASE let me know if this good smutty shit yall, thnxs for your endless support <3

Word Count: 1103

Summary: He surprises her with coming home early...but that's not the only thing he surprises her with.

The boys were away on a week long hunt. Since injuring her knee a few months ago during a Ghoul hunt, she’s decided to take a break from hunting to allow her body full time to heal. This allowed her a lot of time to make the Bunker a proper home for them. She would spend her weekends keep housing if the boys were still gone, then during the week she would spend time in the library cataloging or helping with research. Then, whenever Dean came home, she was hands on with focus. Her and Dean had been a thing for a little while. The stress of the job eventually breaking down the tough looking hunter asking her to be his life partner. She had happily agreed. There was no real label on their relationship, just two people who understood each other more than any other human.

It was a Sunday morning. Dean had called her the night before, informing her that they would probably be home Sunday night, or possibly into Monday. She was excited to see Dean. Since taking her leave, Dean coming home from these longer hunts added an extra excitement to their relationship. But knowing he won’t be home until as late as tomorrow, she treated it like any other Sunday.

Dressed in little shorts, a cute tank top that showed off her features she began her cleaning routine. Starting in the war room, making her way through the kitchen and then finally to the library. Music blasted throughout the speaker system of the bunker. Charlie had helped set her up with a Bluetooth connection to the old raggedy speakers one weekend while the boys were gone and they had a girls date. It was her little incentive to stay motivated.

One of her favorite 80’s song began on a new rotation of shuffle and she began swagging her hips to the beat of the song while spraying cleaner on the library tables, bending over to get all the way across. She was so distracted by the beat that she didn’t even hear the bunker door open. Dean had arrived home early as a surprise. Dancing around the tables, doing small spins or dance moves, Dean just admired her from a distance. He never got to see her like this. He dropped his bag down and with a thud she turned around to see him. Completely flustered that she was caught. The two of them just starred, Dean was practically undressing her with his eye making her squirm under his gaze.

Neither of them said anything as Dean strode towards her. Grabbing onto her hips, and pulling her tight to his chest. Breathing in the cheap cologne Dean always loved to wear, practically getting drunk off his sent alone. A grin creeps on Dean’s face and he sways the two to the beat. Eyes were locked on one another as he gave her a little spin before bringing her back into sway. A deep blush forms across her cheeks. She hardly ever saw Dean this way, usually this was after a good hunt and no one got hurt. Towards the end of the song, Dean crashes his lips to hers. This was a new hunger she hasn’t experienced. Sure, they’ve had make-up sex, ‘I thought I lost you back there’ sex, and so forth. But this was different, it was ravenous. Dean’s kisses grew heavier, teeth clashing as he drove his hands all over her curves.

At this point, her hips were pinned against one of the library tables. Dean broke away from her lips, kissing along her cheek and down towards the nape of her neck. Nibbling away at different spots along her collar bone. Small mewls and moans of pleasure leave her lips, earning a tighter grip of his hands on her. Dean leans down for a brief moment, hoisting her up by her legs to sit her on the table. He gently pushes her shoulders back on the hardwood, and continues to trail kisses down her clothed body. As he gets closer to her stomach, Dean shifts to be on his knees. Which was surprising. He places tiny kisses across her hips as he uses his hands to push open her legs. Dean yanks off her shorts underwear in a swift movement. Both pieces coming off together. This man was starving for her.

“Fuck,” Dean whispers looking at her pussy. His eyes drift back up to hers as he licked his lips.

In a split second, Dean was diving in. Lapping away at her folds like it was the most delectable fruit Dean has ever tasted in his time on earth. An orgasm was ripping through her body with moments. She tugs on his hair as he continues to coach her through the orgasm. But Dean wasn’t done, he was still at it. Moans echoed through the library and she felt so unholy. This is where men of generations came to learn about the monsters of her world, and yet her she was, bare ass on the same table as her man ate her out alive.

Another orgasm was on the horizon, and like the quick man that Dean Winchester is, two of his broad fingers are inserted into her folds. A shocked and rattled moan escapes her at the shock of surprise and pleasure. His fingers are going in and out like a jack rabbit. Dean occasionally curling them to reach her g-spot.

“Come on baby,” Dean whispers from his spot. This man was fucking edging her on.

Another finger inserted.

“If you want my cock, I’ll need another one from you,” his voice was demanding. And she was prepared to meet those demands.

His attack on her just sped up more, and more. While simultaneously sucking on her clit. But finally, she was close.

“Fuck, Dean,” she gasps. Tugging again at his strands.

“Don’t..stop,” breathing was labored and felt like she was about to see stars. She was there…she was right there…

Then there was nothing. The area Dean was just in was cold. Looking up in utter confusion, she sees her man pulled away. His chin shining with her cum and a shit eating grin plaster on his damn face.

She stutters.

“Y-you, you cant do that, please Dean.” The unpleasant feeling of an orgasm left unfinished pulsated through her.

“I’m gunna need you to last all day sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet,” He says as he gets up from his position.

Giving her a wink, he simply walks away leaving her baffled.

What the hell am I getting myself into.

#supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester x reader smut #dean winchester x reader angst

[nikkisheep]

I'm Better

Sam Winchester x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, fingering, oral (m&f), praise kink, throat fucking, spitting, rough sex, name calling (whore/slut/bitch), squirting, SOULESS SAM, I REPEAT SOULESS SAM

Summary: You miss the old Sam and the new Sam shows you that he is better than the regular Sam.

Sam was tired of his brother trying to fix him. He felt better. He was a better hunter, faster at killing than he was before. He no longer had to worry about freezing when it came to killing monsters. He was just better. Now Dean and Castiel had left you to watch Sam while they talked with Death to get Sam's soul.

He watched you as you cleaned the small apartment that you were in, watching as you bent over just the right way so he could see those pretty little red panties. You were turning around to ask him something when you stopped to find a shirtless Sam in your living room.

"Uh Sam," You lifted an eyebrow, "where is your shirt?"

"I wanted to work out," He shrugged. He noticed your eyes racking over his body.

"Oh uh, okay sure."

He started to do whatever he was planning but he couldn't help but smirk when he saw that you were checking him out. He knew that you found him attractive but he wanted to see if you would act on it.

"Can I get a glass of water?" He asked about thirty minutes later.

You nod before heading into the kitchen to get him a glass. You returned but Sam wasn't there. He was gone. You were going to turn around but he was standing behind you. You let out a gasp at the closeness.

"Sorry, I went to the bathroom." He smiled down at you.

The air was thick with sexual tension. His bare chest moved up and down with his shallow breaths and you looked up into those brown eyes. They didn't show the same kind of emotion they once did. You handed him the cool glass of water, which he gladly drank. You watched his throat as he swallowed. You were so turned on at the moment you were scared he could smell it.

Sam looked at you before placing his hands on yours. He pulled them to his chest, letting you touch him. His skin was warm but soft. He held your hands to him for a moment later before he let them go, but your hands didn't drop from his chest. You slid them around his pecs and moved them to his shoulders. He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. You looked at him before kissing his chest.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

You took it as a green light and kissed his skin again. This time allowing your tongue to flick against him. He leaned down to kiss against your neck, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck, playing with his hair. He suckled your sweet spot as you moved agaisnt him. His hand went to your ass to pull and squeeze against him, you pressed your hands into his back.

"Jump," He orders.

You do as he says and wrap your legs around his waist. Your cunt came right in contact with his hips. He moved your to the wall before pressing his erection to your clothed core. He kissed down your neck to your chest where he rips your shirt open to reveal your breasts.

"Sam," You moan.

He pulled your bra off and starts marking up your chest. He isn't soft about it. It was all teeth and tongue. You had never felt like this before.

"Get on your knees." You do.

You pull his jeans down and mouth at his clothed dick. He grunts above you before pulling himself out. He was big in size and thickness. You leaned in and licked the head. His head fell back as he fisted himself. You take his cock from his hand and moved it to your mouth. You began to suck the tip and run your tongue over the slit. You loved the taste of him in your mouth. He was heavy and warm.

"Fuck your mouth feels so good."

You take more into your mouth and you deep throat him. He touched the back of your throat before you looked at him to start fucking your face. He pulls out before slamming back in. He does this a few times as you sputter around him. You weren't expecting him to be so hard to take as he fucked your throat. He moved against your mouth as you sucked him for everything he had. You wanted him to cum in your mouth. He pressed deeper in your throat as you gripped his thighs in hopes of him letting up.

"One more second," He coos to you.

You gulp in a breath of air when he pulls out completely.

"Fucking hell, you are such a slut."

He moves the two of you to the couch and putting you on your hands and knees before pulling your pants down. He played with your thong before pulling them off too. He leans in to smell your pussy (yes he does baby). His tongue goes straight into your little hole which causes you to scream. He tongue fucks you for a little bit before moving up to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth which has you pushing back on his mouth. He continues until you are almost there but he stops.

"I want you to cum on my dick."

He presses his cock to your hole and presses inside. The stretch felt like it would never end. As he pressed in, you felt full already and he was not even half way in.

"Just a few more inches baby."

He does not stop for a second before he pulled almost all the way out, only the tip left in. He pushes back in, hard. Your knees buckle and the couch moves. Sam then wraps an arm around your waist to pull you against him. He sits back and has you sitting on his lap. You looked at the TV in front of you, seeing Sam's face in the reflection. He winked at you before picking you up and slamming you back down. He fucks up into you as he does this over and over again.

You moan as he whispers about you being his whore and that he isn't going to let you go. He keeps fucking up into you with fever and the only thing you could do was to take it. You had no choice with how good he was fucking you.

"Whose whore are you?"

"I'm yours Sam."

He turned your head and gripped your jaw. He spit into your mouth and watched as you swallowed it with a smile.

Your sweet pussy clenched around him and he rubbed your clit as he bounced you up and down on his dick. You got closer and closer before you climaxed. It felt as if you were drowning. You could only scream as Sam doubled his efforts and you orgasmed again.

"No more Sam. Too much."

"One more," he says before thrusting harder. He thrusts one last time before spilling into you. His orgasm triggared yours and you squirted a lot onto his lap. He looked down and smiled at his achievement.

"You look so fucking hot right now," He said as he kissed your neck again.

"Sam, I'm tired. No more." You really were tired and your core was sore.

"I'll let you rest but I'm keeping you right here." He said as he moved his hips one last time.

"Sam, I don't think I can go another round."

"Don't worry sweetheart, I know you can." He said before circling your clit.

You arch your back as his fingers slip inside of you, along side his dick. He pulled out but left his fingers in. He played with the cum inside as he fucked you with his fingers. He wanted you to cum one last time. It didn't take long before you did and fell asleep right after. He smiled at you asleep on the couch as he got dressed and closed your apartment door.

Now to find his brother and the angel.

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[mrs-padalecki2341]

Princess (Sam x Reader)

Warnings/Promises: Sam gets jealous, smut, nickname, unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it), I think that's it but lmk

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You strutted over to the bar in your heels and sat down next to the demon you were hunting. The plan was for you to flirt with the demon, get him to let his guard down, and lure him outside, then Sam and Dean would sneak up behind you and kill the demon. Sam, being the overprotective boyfriend he is, didn't like the plan at all, but this demon was stronger than the average demon so the element of surprise was your best chance.

"Hiya~" you smirk at the demon. He turns on his stool to face you.

"Oh, why hello there gorgeous~ What's your name?~" he leaned on the bar and waved to the bartender for another drink.

"I'm Y/n" you responded, sipping your own drink. You saw Sam shift uncomfortably in the corner of your eye, still watching you like a hawk.

"A pretty name to match a pretty face," he says with a smile. "I'm Zander." He moves his hand to touch yours and you see Sam move to come interfere, followed by Dean grabbing his wrist and holding him back.

You let him touch your hand, but when he moves it to try to hold it, you pull away, stirring your drink as an excuse of why you moved.

You kept talking for another minute or two, when he moved his hand to rest on your thigh. You scooted away and looked over to the boys. Dean was practically pinning Sam in his chair, trying to keep him from messing up the plan.

"What's wrong, princess?" Zander asked when you moved away.

As soon as the word left his mouth, Sam threw Dean off of him and stormed over with a deadly stare in his eyes.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, but there was no stopping him.

He turned Zander on his seat and jerked him up by his shirt collar to meet his gaze.

"Only I can call her that." Sam snapped through clenched teeth before using his free hand to jab the demon knife through Zander's throat.

"Sammy, what the hell?!?" You scold him.

"Holy shit," you both look to see the bartender staring in shock. "What is wrong with you?? Get the hell out of my bar before I call the cops."

And with that, you were all in the impala driving back to the bunker.

Dean looked pissed.

"Dean, I-" Sam started.

"Save it." Yep, definitely pissed.

~~~

You pulled up to the bunker after what felt like an eternity-long car ride in complete silence. With the slam of car doors, you all exited Baby and headed inside.

Dean stormed off to his room, and the second he was gone, Sam's lips were pressed firmly against yours, aggressively claiming your mouth with his.

"Mine." He mumbled against your lips.

The two of you made your way back to Sam's room, stopping outside the door. He pressed you against the door, once again finding your lips, before opening it and stepping in, with you right behind him.

You were both already breathing heavily and you could feel the desire pooling in your stomach.

He quickly got to work at undressing himself and you did the same until you were both fully naked.

With one look at you, standing there, bare before him, Sam was all over you.

Sam planted desperate kisses all over your neck as his rough hands roamed your bare figure.

He slid his hands down your back to your thighs, then back up again to cup your ass.

He lifted you with ease and walked over to the bed, laying you down on top of the covers.

You smiled up at him as he moved on top of you, pressing his chest against your breasts and leaning down to connect lips with you.

The kiss was warm and passionate, and hot and needy all at the same time. His lips moved against yours as he smiled into the kiss. You felt his hand envelop your breast and his fingers toyed with your nipple. He gave it a sudden pinch, earning a shocked moan from you, and instantly he seized the opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips and explore your mouth, as if it was planned.

He suddenly broke the kiss and lifted himself up enough to line up with your wet entrance.

He wasted no time with easing into you and instantly began pounding into you at a fast pace.

The sex between you and Sam was usually pretty rough, so you didn't mind, bucking your hips up to meet his as he moved his hard cock in and out of your heated core.

Your voice rises in your throat and leaves your mouth in breathy moans as Sam's hand massages your breasts and his cock massages your aching core.

"Mm, fuck yeah, you feel so good baby." Sam says through groans of pleasure.

He stopped and pulled out for a moment, leaving you empty as your nearing orgasm faded back away.

You opened your mouth to complain when he grabbed you by the hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

He lined his cock back up with your opening, running it against your folds a few times to tease you before pushing back into you.

At the new angle you were in, he was able to slam into you harder and faster, bottoming out with each thrust inward.

With the new, faster rhythm you felt yourself building back up towards your orgasm in no time.

Each time he pushed into you it was like another step was placed down as you built a stairway to heaven.

You lifted your leg to bring it to your chest, giving him better access as both of you panted heavily.

"Mm, fuck, you're so beautiful," Sam hummed as he pushed himself deeper inside of you, his cock throbbing as he struggled to hold back.

"Shit, Sam I'm close," you moaned out as your hands gripped at the sheets.

"Me too. Cum with me, princess~" he reached one of his hands down to toy at your clit, causing just enough stimulation to push you over the edge.

You clenched down around him and came on his cock, setting off his orgasm.

"Fu-uh-uh-uck, Y/n-" He called out as he threw his head back and his hot cum poured into you, mixing with yours.

With one final rock of his hips, Sam pulled out his worn-out cock and smiled down at you, before flopping down next to you with a content sigh.

"I love you, princess," he whispered in your ear before turning you to look at him and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

-SP<3

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[welldonebeca]

The Groupie (2)

Summary: When Team Free Will, your favourite band, stopped by your town, you decide to make the night memorable by visiting their tour bus. And then you are found. (And fucked.) Pairing: TFW (Sam, Dean, Castiel) x F!Reader. WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Smut. Tension. Dirty talking. Fingering. A bit of exhibitionism. Foursome. Degrading kink. Oral sex.

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Your face burned when you flushed in embarrassment, and Castiel looked back at his bandmates, not even caring.

"I have a visitor," he said simply.

The two brothers stood over you, tall and impressive.

"Castiel, is she of age?" Sam asked, and you frowned at him.

With everything happening, that was what he asked?

"Sammy, look at those tits,” Dean pointed at you. “Only girls over 18 have those tits."

The tall bassist moved to your bag, which you'd left on the first seat of the bus, taking your wallet and checking on your ID and your Diver's licence.

"2002," he read, and you could see his shoulders relaxing. "She's 22."

"See?" you panted.

Castiel clicked his tongue, and you wondered if he even cared.

Dean was watching you close, eyeing your tits as he sat down, and your cheeks flushed even more in embarrassment for all the eyes on you.

Still, your pussy fluttered around nothing, and you felt Castiel's fingers tightening on your thigh just as you felt your wetness sliding down, and he inhaled deeply.

"What did she agree to?" Dean asked, ignoring him.

"Me," he hummed, moving a finger to your clit and petting it slowly. "Just me, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on," he groaned.

You squirmed, whining as Castiel played with you slowly.

"What, you want to fuck her?" he asked.

You moaned under him, breathless and warm under him.

"Castiel," you panted.

"You like being watched, don't you?" he asked. "You're dripping right down to the couch."

Sam clicked his tongue, and you pouted when looking at him, finding his eyes dark and hard.

"You're making such a mess," he shook his head.

Castiel looked back at them at then at you.

"You know... she did say all her holes were available," he noticed. "Didn't you?"

You looked at him, and he waited. There was no pressure in his eyes, just a question.

"Yes," you whimpered.

"Yes!" Dean celebrated. "I call her pussy."

Sam glared at him.

"You can't call dibs right away!" he interrupted him. "And Castiel is literally there!"

"Then I call her mouth," Dean decided.

His little brother didn't look any happy.

"You can't switch it, Dean!" he argued.

"Well, you should have been faster, Sammy," he crossed his arms.

They started bickering, and your eyes crossed when Castiel straight up pinched your clit.

"See how much they want you, drippy whore?" he looked at your face. "And how unfair, to only be given one of your holes."

You whined, needy.

"Please," you arched your hips to him.

"And such a sweet, wet pussy..." he pushed two fingers into you. "How selfish it is to only let one of us have it."

You nodded. It was very selfish, it was.

"Or maybe," he pulled his fingers out, and traced them down your perineum and circled your ass. "We can let Sammy have a special little treat."

You whined.

"Sammy?" you moaned.

Sam looked right back at you.

"Have you ever, leaky whore?" Castiel asked.

You shook your head.

Sam licked his lips.

"I love little virgins," he declared. "Anywhere."

"And Dean can have your pretty lips, of course," Castiel decided. "He has called dibs, after all."

You moaned, and he stopped, holding your hips.

"Bend over the table," he commanded. "Present yourself to him."

You complied quickly, readily bending over their dining table and showing your ass to Sam.

"Fuck, look at that," he grabbed your ass, squeezing it.

Dean whistled as Sam spread your cheeks, taking some of your wetness and using it to coat your asshole.

"No one's fucked this ass, yet?" he hummed, pushing a finger into you.

"I didn't know if it'd feel good," you whined.

He hummed a little.

"Let me show you, then, princess."

He pulled you to his lap and spread your legs, and you could see his cock right against your pussy as he pulled a condom out and placed it over him.

"Pretty, pretty leaky whore," he kissed your cheek, cooing and humming. "Do you want my cock in your ass?"

"Please," you squirmed on top of him.

You were so needy. Castiel had been edging you this whole time!

Before you could beg more, he lifted you up, and Dean moved to your side, pushing his fingers into your hair, and you were surprised to see he already had his cock out.

"Wanna suck my cock, leaky whore?"

He pressed the head against your lips, and you felt cold lube coating your ass before Sam pushed his fingers inside you, and licked the head of Dean's cock, slowly taking him into your mouth.

"There you go," Sam cooed. "Good girl, good baby slut for us."

Dean groaned, pushing in, and you sucked on him dutifully.

"So perfect," he moaned. "Must be a fucking pro on sucking dick, aren't you?"

He moved slowly to your side, holding your head slowly, and you gasped when you felt Sam shifting under you and lips on your pussy.

"We can't forget about Cas," Sam hummed. "He was so nice sharing you with us."

You moaned, not even knowing what you could be focusing on right now. Dean was filling your mouth, Sam was stretching your ass, and Castiel was just devouring your pussy like nothing else was happening or mattered in the world.

Before you could even start working towards your orgasm, he pulled away.

“If you’re gonna fuck her there, you should get your dick nice and wet,” Dean said, pulling out.

You whined, trying to lean closer and take his dick again, but Sam used his free hand to grab your throat and pull you back.

You moaned loudly and almost fucking came right there.

Dean chuckled, stroking his cock with your spit as Castiel pulled his own out, and God, his dick was just as huge as you'd imagined, thick and pink, already leaking precum.

He placed the head of his cock on your lower lip, smearing it over your skin, and pulled back when you tried to wrap your lips around it.

"Careful, little thing," he hummed. "You take what we give you."

Dean chuckled.

"Hungry cockslut," he tilted his head, watching you. "She's got three cocks here for her and already wants more?"

You whined.

"Inside me," you begged, eyeing Castiel's cock hungrily. "Please."

Sam tightened his grip on your neck.

"Which one?" he spread his fingers inside you, already three fingers deep into you.

Castiel pushed the head of his cock into your lips.

"Don't suck," he commanded. "Just let it sit inside you."

You nodded obediently, and opened your jaw more, as his cock filled your mouth completely.

"Gorgeous," Dean hummed. "Fuck, want to take a picture."

"Don't," Sam moved his free hand down, squeezing your tit.

His brother scoffed.

"I'm not stupid, Sammy," he caressed your hair, pushing it back gently. "We need to ask when she's not all horned up. We need her brain to work when we ask hard questions."

Castiel pushed and pushed, and you carefully let yourself swallow him, your gag reflex worked out of you long ago.

"No gag reflex," he grunted.

Dean smiled largely.

"We found the gold at the end of the rainbow!"

"Are you done?" Sam pulled his fingers out. "We got holes to fill."

Sam squirted some more lube onto your ass, and Castiel pulled out of your mouth.

"Let's get to the love room first," he decided.

Love room?

Sam picked you up, and you just resigned to behave as he walked you to the end of the bus where a single giant bed - it had to be a King - waited, made and clean.

It wasn't a big room, it was literally just a bed with red sheets.

"Do you like it," Sam whispered into your ear. "We got it for little groupies like you."

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[alexsoenomel]

Chokehold (Sam Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I was reading Adrenlize Me and I had an idea for a part 2? Sam and reader have been getting at it for a bit but this time they finally say “I love you” to each other? Rough smut with a little dash of fluff? 🥰

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times and I love you’s, mentions of addiction 

Word count: 2.1k

Note: I apologize for being so slow (school+work+ADHD). Writing this made me realize how single I actually am.

 Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

PART 1

Addiction. First, it feels like a warm hug, sucking you in, disguising itself as something familiar, something beautiful, and finally, you feel like you filled that hole in your soul. Then it starts taking, it takes and takes until there is nothing left to take, until you cannot give anymore – until you’re dead. You find out, a little too late, that the warm hug was just a one-way ticket to your inevitable demise.

This started as a deep-seated need but turned into a full-blown addiction sooner than I thought, but the only difference was this was a blissful one, with no reaper waiting for you at the end. It only brought endless pleasure. 

Sam was no better than me. We couldn’t stop ourselves; every touch, every kiss would send us into a euphoric state, and it was better than any drug known to man. 

After our little adventure in Dean’s beloved Baby, we tried to keep our dirty little secret hidden. Sam would come to my room only during the night when he could hear Dean snoring in his room, and even then, we had to be careful since Dean was a light sleeper. He would muffle my moans with his hand whenever he was on top of me, he would sometimes even let me bite his shoulder, but it was impossible to be quiet, especially when we both liked listening to each other come undone. Long story short, Dean found out.

“Good thing you two lovebirds finally got together! The bad thing is now I cannot sleep.” He told us one morning while sipping his black coffee, clearly tired and cranky. 

Lovebirds.

That word was stuck in my brain that day. It still would pop up occasionally. It reminded me that we never labeled our little arrangement. When it happened, we would carry on, pretend like this thing was meaningless, and then we would do it all over again. We would cover every topic under the Sun apart from this one. We completely ignored it, but it was there, just around the corner, something more than just a meaningless hookup. 

Sure, he was able to make my legs shake, make me forget my existence, and his touch would set me on fire every damn time, but the way he would look at me right before I would come, the way we would look at each other…  I knew I was falling for him. 

We were birds of a feather –we connected through art, books, and music. We liked the same things but were far different characters. I was more of a 'Shoot first, ask questions later' kind of girl, like his older brother, and he was far from that. He was my voice of reason when I would let my emotions consume me; he was the one who would tell Dean and me to get our shit together whenever we would jump the gun (and that would often happen because we were both hotheads). We worked perfectly together. 

***

"God, I'm exhausted!" I said and put my bag on the table. 

We just got back from a hunt in Omaha, Nebraska, and it was a wild one. It dragged to no end until we finally ganked the ghost that was killing unfaithful men. I almost got thrown off the balcony, Dean almost got stabbed, and Sam, well he took care of it. Overall, I was just happy the case was over and, that I could sleep in my/Sam's bed. 

"Me too! Gonna hit the hay!" Dean said taking his shoes off. 

"Already? It's only 10 pm." Sam said. On a rare occasion, Dean would sleep early, he was the worst night bird in the flock. For him, 2 am was too early for bed, and mornings started at noon. 

"Sammy, I almost got stabbed today! Yeah, already." Dean said and disappeared into the hallway. 

"Night, Dean!" I said. 

"Night, night!" I heard him say. 

I was immediately hit with the realization that I was alone with Sam. There was something so alluring about him that made me nervous in the best way possible. It would boost my dopamine and adrenaline – like a drug. I swallowed nervously as I turned to see he was staring back at me and I immediately recognized the look – the look of devotion. 

"What?" I asked. He looked tired, with messy hair, and bags under his eyes. I was a tired mess too. During these days caffeine kept me awake and sharp since we were working night and day trying to solve the gruesome mystery. 

"Shower?" He asked.

"Please!" 

We went to his room since I would spend most of my nights there. What started as casual, grew to be a routine. I started hating sleeping alone in cold sheets – his warmth kept me safe. 

When we entered his room, pleasant silence joined us. We stripped down our dirty clothes and sins as we went to the bathroom. We didn’t say a word until warm water touched our tired bodies.

“Warm enough?” Sam asked me.

I nodded. He shampooed my hair, and I did my body while letting my muscles relax under the shower, feeling every part of me slowly shutting down from exhaustion.  Once my hair was nice and cleaned and I turned to face Sam, kissing where his heart was as I balanced myself on my tiptoes since he was much taller than me. 

“My turn?” I asked and got on his knees, like he usually would do when I wanted to wash his hair, and wrapped his hands around my waist, cupping my ass. It wasn’t the first time we showered together, the aftercare was as important for him as it was for me, but this time it felt far more intimate and real. The aftercare would usually turn into rough shower sex, leaving me breathless and sometimes even covered in bruises, but this time I saw true intimacy and meaning of showering together. 

Sam kissed my stomach as I washed his hair, sending light shivers all over my body. His hand went between my legs, and a light moan escaped from my lips. 

“All done!” My voice trembled. Sam stood up and kissed me hungrily. I could never get enough of his kisses, his lips were soft, kisses sweet kinda like cherries in spring, nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. He broke the kiss as our eyes met, water still running down our bodies. I could feel his breath on my lips. The air, even though hot and heavy, got a little bit chilly for a second – or was I getting nervous? I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I didn’t know why I was getting nervous. Everything that seemed familiar was now foreign to me. Even though we fucked a million times, even though we both had seen each other naked, I was still feeling that tickling sensation in the pit of my stomach. 

Sam turned off the shower. We did our night routine in blissful silence. Skincare, haircare, the whole nine yards…in blissful pleasant silence. Sam even started using my Vitamin C serum, when I told him how good it is for the skin. 

I was pleasantly surprised when he took a little bit of my hydrating cream after the serum. I would always use that after having a rough day on the job, it did wonders for my tired skin. 

“You’re learning,” I told him as I brushed my teeth. 

“From the best.” He simply said. 

***

I didn’t remember the last time I did my night routine in my bathroom – and it all started when Dean caught me leaving his room to get my toothbrush. 

“You two are louder than a jackhammer!” He told me as he opened the door of his room, messy hair, eyes barely open, clearly feeling creaky from lack of sleep…again. “Keep it down, or I swear I’ll kill you both!”

“Sorry!” I was embarrassed but trying hard not to laugh.

Ever since then, I decided not to leave his room during the night. So, naturally, I started leaving my stuff in Sam’s room. 

***

After we got in our pajamas; Sam in his gray sweatpants and me in my oversized blue T-shirt I “borrowed” from him, got under the covers. I could feel my whole body relaxing, as I let my mind drift God knows where…I was ready to fall asleep, but Sam had other plans. He wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him. His semi-hard cock was pressed against my ass, and I felt his lips on my neck. 

“Yeah, Sammy?” I bit my lower lip. 

“I don’t wanna sleep.” He mumbled between kisses. 

I turned around, missing the softness of his lips on mine. I kissed him, feeling the minty taste on his lips. My hand went in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He moaned when I pulled his locks, sending shivers all over his body. He pushed me back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of me, leaving kisses all over my jaw and neck. I loved his lips on my skin, I loved everything about them; the softness, the taste, the ability to make me wet in seconds… 

“You got me worried today,” Sam whispered between kisses. 

“Sorry, I was a hot-headed dumbass.”

I thought I could take down the ghost by myself. I didn’t stick to the plan and almost got thrown off the balcony when the damn thing attacked me – my mistake.

“Like always.”

And that’s why you love me. I bit my tongue. I felt my walls completely coming down under him. I didn’t care about labels, I didn’t care what we were, I just knew my heart was struggling to stay silent. I wanted to say those words as much as I desperately wanted to hear them from him. 

“Shut up and kiss me!” I told him instead. 

Sam pressed his lips on mine, this time his hand went down my stomach between my legs. His fingers were cold, making my skin shiver, but his touch bought endless pleasure. 

I could feel his two fingers in me for a few seconds before he pulled away. 

“Tease,” I said annoyed. He loved making me beg and feel desperate and I loved every second of it. 

He licked his fingers clean and kissed me letting me have a taste as well. 

“You are delicious.”

Everything about this seemed different. He was sweeter and far more gentle. Usually, he would tell me to be quiet, his good girl, he would be rough, but this time…he wasn’t? He had a gentle side, but I’d rarely see it. I felt something was different. I felt my heart connecting with his and my soul feeling closer to his own. 

“And you’re a tease.” 

He laughed, showing off those cute little dimples I adored so much. 

"Just a little. " He smirked before kissing me again. I was growing impatient, and it was like he heard me. He wasted no time, he moved my panties to the side as I helped him lower his sweatpants. He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, letting me bask in the pleasure his cock was giving me. I buried my fingers into his damp hair, arching my back slightly. 

"You feel so good!" 

He would always tell me that. Every time. No exception. He knew his words made me needy, horny, and desperate…He knew what buttons to push. 

He started to move and that was when my heart decided to work against me…or it did me a favor? My eyes were lost in his, not wanting to break the contract. I was feeling every inch of him, slowly moving in and out, skin to skin….

"I love you!" 

I heard myself say. My heart was pounding, I could see his expression change as his hair was falling on my cheeks…he smiled and kissed me.

"I love you too!" 

I didn't expect this answer from him. At the moment it didn't seem real but I think we both knew it was coming. Between the constant staring, and flirting just to gross out Dean and the genuine connection we had, we knew…

Sam's pace became faster, and I was slowly losing it. His face was inches away from mine, feeling each other's breaths as my climax was getting closer. I could feel my body shaking, my nails digging into his back as I couldn’t get his name out of my mouth. 

“Come on, baby!” He whispered in my ear. 

I loved his voice, I loved his touch, his kiss. I loved him.

I came hard, biting his shoulder (Sam didn’t even flinch), not wanting to be too loud because of Dean and his “Next time I’m gonna kill you both” sentence. 

He kissed me before collapsing next to me. We were both panting, waiting for someone to say something, to break the ice that had already been broken when I told him I love you. But no one did. Instead, we fell asleep, my head on his chest, safe and sound. 

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[wannabemurdock]

Hi,

I want to attempt kinktober without placing too hard expectations on myself so hopefully I’ll post everyday but if not, that’s okay!

I will be posting 31 p*rn links for 31 days each with a little prompt.

If you have any requests send them through.

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Day 1: Matt Murdock + pussy worship

Day 2: Rick Grimes + handcuffs

Day 3: Bucky Barnes + soft sex

Day 4: Daryl Dixon + overstimulation

Day 5: Frank Castle + housewife kink

Day 6: Charlie Weasley + bathroom sex

Day 7: Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) + bondage

Day 8: Sirius Black + face riding

Day 9: Kate Bishop + tit worship

Day 10: Negan Smith + thigh riding

Day 11: George Weasley + caught masturbating

Day 12: Wanda Maximoff + bondage

Day 13: Daryl Dixon + face sitting

Day 14: Natasha Romanoff + phone sex

Day 15: Fred Weasley + begging

Day 16: Eddie Munson + exhibitionism

Day 17: Daryl Dixon + cockwarming

Day 18: Natasha Romanoff + bl00d kink

Day 19: Steve Rogers + rough sex

Day 20: Daryl Dixon + bathtub sex

Day 21: Daryl Dixon & Rick Grimes + threesome

Day 22: Charlie Weasley + throat fucking

Day 23: Matt Murdock + office sex

Day 24: Foggy Nelson + lingerie

Day 25: Bucky Barnes + knife kink

Day 26: Sirius Black + mirror hand job

Day 27: Maggie Rhee & Rosita Espinosa + threesome

Day 28: Peter Parker + fingering

Day 29: Natasha Romanoff + praise kink

Day 30: Foggy Nelson + cockwarming

Day 31: Charlie Weasley + edging

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[slut-for-evans-stan]

Please recommend some Sam Winchester × f! reader Smut fics.. can barely find any that I haven't already read (but there aren't a lot) . I need moreeee.

I've so many ideas for new fics but absolutely no time to actually work on them. Ughhh! Trying to actually write and post atleast one here as soon as I can. Let's see when that happens :')

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[insomniumstella]

happy (belated) holidays! i’ve been debating posting a fun little romcomish bucky x neighbour!reader series buuut the urge to write a spicy Sam piece? very strong. anyways, if you choose to vote, thank you for any and all opinions✨🙏

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[hauntedwitch04]

Just a Mirror

Sam Winchester x plus size!Reader

Words: about 6.3k words

Warning: saddy sadness, and some allusion to sexy time, eating disorder, hating on your own person, please be careful if you sensible about this themes

REQUEST: Hi :) I saw that your requests are open, and I was wondering if you could do a Sam Winchester x plus sized reader; an angsty fluffy friends to lovers that has some smut and reader hating herself in the mirror and possibly problems with eating

Author’s note: Hi love! Thank you @desicroft02 so much for your request. I felt really inspired by your idea love and I hope you like how it came out, if you don't find yourself with what i wrote, feel free to say it to me and I'll write to you a new one !

p.s.I got very caught up in the topic, since it is something I feel very close to. I was never the skinny girl, but with the years I've grown used to feel different to others girls, and even if sometimes I really hate what I see in the mirror, I kinda arrived to the point that I see both the flaws and the strenghts of my body and I love both, but some of my closest friend and this kinda of disorder and I tried to help them the way aI could so this one is for them too.

In case you need someone to talk to, I am always here, don't be afraid to seek help because often having someone close by to remind you that the volume of that evil voice we hear inside can be lowered or eliminated is important.

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Why?

This is the only question that floats in your mind, while, with thick tears in your eyes, you try to read the enormous book about whatever monster you are hunting with your friends in this little city, forgotten by God.

You and your childhood best friends are hunting some monster that you still haven't been able to figure out what it is, despite the fact that you are reading yet another list of monstrous animals in the story, while Dean and Sam are still out at the bar where you had decided to spend the evening, and from which you had decided to escape as quickly as possible, without giving any kind of explanation to the two hunters, holding back tears and trying not to meet their confused gaze

You and the boys have been friends since you were six and they were seven and eleven. You met on a rainy October day when you were still living at Bobby's house, after your father had died in a hunting accident after leaving you with him, and being his friend and seeing him almost as a brother he couldn't help but welcome you and raise you as if you were his own daughter.

Dean and Sam had just been left in the rain on the narrow dirt road by their father when you looked out and saw these two cold, sad, and at the same time angry children. You could see the resentment they felt for the man who looked less and less like a father and more and more like an army general, ready to train soldiers and not raise children. Immediately you went to Bobby and told him of the presence of those two unknown children who were in your driveway. He had immediately run to get them and brought them inside the house, worried that they would get sick from standing in the rain, and wondering why their father had left them there, without saying anything.

"He said he didn't have time to explain and that he had to get there as fast as he could, but that he would call you this evening." Said the older of the two once they were seated on the couch in what must once have been a beautiful dining room, and was now more like an ever-growing mountain of books. It is to your adoptive father that you owe all the culture and ability to read texts on the supernatural that most hunters would not even know how to open.

As he spoke you could see the blond child trying to hold back the sadness within himself and show himself as a big boy, almost pretending to understand why his father abandoned them like that without saying a word; in contrast, the one who was supposed to be the smaller of the two, with unruly brown hair, looked more like a beaten puppy, as he wetly moved his feet lazily on the floor, listening to what his brother had to say, but not hiding his sadness and anger at his daddy's decision.

"Baby, couldn't you get Sammy a glass of water for him while Dean and I go make a call for a minute?" Bobby then asked you suddenly, and you realized that you were lost in thought as you watched and studied those boys. You nodded quickly, trying not to let it show that you had spent all that time staring at them, as you heard Bobby's voice and that of the blond boy, apparently named Dean, drift away, only to hear the front door open and close.

After a few minutes you returned to the living room with a glass in your hand, and walked over to the brown-eyed boy, who was now looking at you and smiling shyly. You handed him the glass with a beaming smile, and he could do nothing but blush a little and retract his body a little, letting shyness take possession of him as he took the glass.

"Thank you." He told you in a faint voice.

"You're welcome." You replied as you sat next to him on the sofa.

"My name is Sam." He said, only to freeze and blush again as he held out a hand for you to shake, just as grown-ups do. You told him your name, and he commented that it was a very nice name, and that he liked it a lot, before going back to being silent and staring into the sad void.

You not being able to see what you considered a new friend feel so bad, you shamelessly asked him why his father had left him there and if that was why he was sad. He turned to look at you, and unknown how, he burst into tears, while with his hands he covered his face, not wanting to be seen as weak with someone he had just met, but you didn't give a damn.

Immediately you hugged him and listened to him talk about how his father was behaving with them, how his brother was struggling more and more to hide that he was tired of his parent's behavior, and how he was lonely and sad, constantly changing towns and seeing nothing but his family. That poor seven-year-old seemed to be thirty years old because of the problems he was telling you about, and as much as you were even younger because you were only six, you felt like you could understand him, because for a while that had also been your life before your father passed away.

You remained thus cuddled on the couch and fell asleep, lulled by the warmth of the fire slightly away from you and the new friendly presence that had entered your lives that afternoon, so much so that when Bobby and Dean returned after trying for a varied amount of time to contact John, and finally once succeeding in being insulted and put down by him, they both smiled at the sight of those two small and defenseless children embracing each other, as if to protect each other from the world. But no one knew that night before you fell asleep you had promised to protect each other forever, no matter how, when or why you would always be there for each other.

That was how you got to know the Winchester brothers, and the hatred for their father also began.

You awaken from your thoughts when you hear the motel door open and close, realizing that another time had gone into the whirlwind of memories and you were lost in remembering again when life was easy. You hear someone coming toward you with heavy footsteps, so you wipe away the tears you didn't know were there on your cheeks, which like small streams had almost made a furrow along your skin by now.

You sense right away who it is, but you don't have the strength to turn around so you continue to cry silently as you feel two arms wrapped around you, and Dean's warm body resting on your back as he leans down so that he can put his head in the crook of your neck and hold you better. Ever since the two of you met it was immediately like big brother and little sister between the two of you, and even now despite the fact that it has been a long time since you were children and in your spare time you enjoyed stealing cherries from the neighbor's tree, there is still that complicity and understanding between the two of you that once existed.

He knows exactly why you escaped so suddenly from the dive bar you were both in a few hours ago. Sam had seen a beautiful girl, the classic cover model of some magazine, slim and with all her shape in the right place, taking a drink at the bar, looking seductively at him as she put the drink straw between her lips. Sam's hormones had not let him repeat twice that clear call to fuck directly in the bar's bathroom, a bathroom from which you were coming out as he was sticking his tongue down the throat of that fake and at the same time perfect babe, who in his arms looked so small and yet in the right place, toned against his strong muscles, as opposed to how you would have looked with your shapely body. You couldn't stand there and watch the boy you love for so long now make out with someone else, so without explanation you left and went back to the motel where you took two bedrooms for the case. Usually you take two rooms only when Dean wanted to find someone to take to bed, unlike Sam who kept his sex life much more private than his brother, but since he and Cas had come out a few months ago you had not taken the second room, having practically grown up together and thus having no problem sharing space. That night, however, when you had arrived in the small town Sam had insisted on taking a second room, and stubbornly had not told his older brother why when he had asked him, and somehow your heart was preparing for what would happen, but in fact nothing would totally prepare you for what you would see in that bar and how your heart would break.

Dean squeezes you tightly, as if he is afraid you will disappear at any moment, and that heartfelt squeeze only makes you break the weak dam you had built when you saw him come in, and you burst into endless weeping.

"I know baby, I know." That's all the blond man can manage to say to you, as he gets you up and carries you toward the bed, so you can lie down and take off your shoes, before coming close to you and holding you in his arms, until exhausted, you fall asleep safe in Dean's strong hold, while he whispers soothing words to you.

The next morning you wake up with the sun gently caressing your face from over Dean's shoulder. You smile for a second, imagining what it would be like to wake up in the other Winchester's arms, and soon after your heart, as if pierced by an arrow, bleeds at the memory of what happened last night. You get up, shifting your friend's arms, and go to the bathroom to wash and freshen up, when you hear the door to your room open, and a male voice, known even too well, shout to your still sleeping friend.

"Dean, wake up!" Sam yells, and you behind the door hold a hand over your heart, just imagining her beauty after her usual morning run to stay in shape. Her long dark hair tied back in a light bun, her forehead sweaty and muscles still tense from exertion.

"I'm awake, you asshole." Dean replies, as you hear him get up and go get some coffee. "You could have deigned to make less noise last damn night, you know there were people here who wanted to sleep."

You hear Sam snort at his brother's words, then respond to him in an aggressive, cold tone.

"Well then there are people who wouldn't want to see you run off to fuck wherever we go, hold hands all the time or make love wherever you are. And you know something else too Dean, I thought you were a better person. Why her? Come on you've had a lot of girls, and it wouldn't cost you anything to find a thousand more, why did you have to choose her!?" Says the younger brother, before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.

You close your eyes and try to control your breathing as you feel yourself lacking oxygen. You feel tears coming to your eyes, but you try with all your strength to push them back down. You take a few minutes to control your emotions as all you want to do is fall to the floor on your knees and scream until you can't hear yourself anymore, but you stay strong and open the door to see Dean immediately in front of you, looking pained and guilty, seeing your state.

"You didn't tell him." You say in a calm, quiet voice, not asking, but stating that your best friend had not told about his new relationship with our angel friend.

"I never found the right time." Dean tries to say, then looks down. "I never had the courage, every time I seemed to miss the words."

"Sam would never judge you, and you know that." You say as you feel a pang inside your heart, remembering the words the man you love had used a few minutes earlier. You feel your clothes sticking to your body like glue, too tight, so tight that you feel as if they have pre torn. You feel how the floor gives way under your feet, you feel how a billion eyes are on you ready to judge you, you feel something inside you break, but you can't let anyone but yourself see how mere words have hurt you, so you grit your teeth and continue to look at Dean stoically, as you feel a single and only tear escape down your face.

"I know, but I'm afraid in the same way, I don't want it to end like last time." Dean confesses, still looking at the floor, but crying clearly, as his words take you back to when you were nothing more than kids and he had come crying to you one night, confessing that he had fallen in love with a boy he had met during his last case, and that his father after finding out had beaten him so badly that his scars remained, and had forced him to watch pornographic movies, reminding him how "a real man acts." No one had ever seen you as angry as Dean, and Bobby when he heard you scream and came to watch that night as you swore to heaven that you would kill John Winchester. Dean had never told Sam about that episode, not wanting to worry him since he had just run away to study at Stanford, and asked you to do the same. It has been so long since that night, yet the memory of that pain and that man still frightens the wonderful person in front of you.

"But I swear I will. He has no right to think such things about you! I-I will tell him-" He begins to say, as he tries to wipe away the tears running copiously down his face. You, moved in turn and knowing that like you he too was remembering that fateful evening, take his face in your hands and bring his eyes to gaze fixedly into yours.

"No, you won't do it now, you will do it when you feel like it." You comment chuckling as you caress his face. He looks at you unconvinced and you see his inner battle inside whether to accept your proposal or to be as always too good and allow the world to kick him in the balls.

"Please be selfish for once. And if I serve as your cover, so be it, not that I would have had any chance with him anyway." You continue, smiling at him as you feel your heart slowly shatter. You see Dean ready to retort, but you have already disappeared back into the bathroom, crying silently. Once the bathroom door is closed, you stop to look at yourself in the mirror and realize how disgusted you feel about your body.

There is not a single thing about you that you like: your thighs, your arms, your stomach, your chest.

The more you look at yourself, the more you want to break that all-too-truthful mirror, which tells an unfiltered reality, a sad truth that for so long you had tried to ignore, but which now that Sam had spit it in your face you could no longer pretend not to see. So you decide at this very moment that everything was going to change, you don't know how, but it was going to happen.

So weeks go by, Sam still won't talk to you, and slowly you continue to sink into the stupid realization that he doesn't because only he, like you, can really see your body, and that he hates you for it, so now convinced that you have to change your body to be loved, you begin to eat less and less and more rarely, and what little you put in your mouth to make Dean happy, who sees you getting sadder and more tired, is rejected from your stomach just moments later when no one is looking at you. This situation hurts your body and your heart, but you do it so that you can look at yourself in the mirror without wanting to punch him, but things seem to get worse and worse. You look at yourself and you never fit, before you saw a body you didn't like, now beyond that you see a person you don't like.

Dean is getting more and more worried about you, seeing you getting paler and paler and thinner, but every time he tries to talk to you, you put on a smile and pretend that everything is going well and that the only reason your shirts now look huge on you is that you are working out more, but he knows that you never liked sports and that is why he knows you are lying to him. He tried to talk to Sam about what was going on, but all his brother managed to say by pouting was that if he needed relationship advice to go somewhere else and that he didn't want anything to do with the two of you.

Dean was on the verge of smashing the plate he was holding in his face and yelling at him to open his eyes and see that you love him more than Dean does right now and that he is fucking in love with their favorite angel, but then he had seen Castiel's face and knew he couldn't let him down after he asked him to keep a low profile and let as few people as possible know about their relationship.

Dean had never felt so lousy as deciding between the love of his life and a friend in need, but he knew that if you found out what he had done you would insult him, so he played it cool and moved on, as if nothing had happened, while he continued to try to take care of you, with little success.

It's been almost a month since Sam had said those horrible things, and you're not getting worse and worse, but in order not to show it in front of your friends, you keep doing the same things as before, trying to have the same cheerfulness.

You are now hunting a werewolf in a remote town in a state you don't even remember. Your body is weak, you haven't eaten anything Dean has brought you in the last three days taken at the various fast food restaurants and bars he had found along the way, and what little you had put in your mouth had gone down the drain shortly thereafter, hating yourself just for having the idea that you could eat something. You feel your eyelids as heavy as shutters, the muscles in your body are nonexistent, and what few are left ache from the mere effort of standing and walking, while your head throbs incessantly.

In this you are scouting around where the last victims had been killed, to see if you can find any more information, but so far you have not had much success, so you decided to split up.

You are barely holding the flashlight in your hand, too heavy for you, when you feel a sudden dizziness that forces you to lean against the wall. You stay a few minutes trying to catch your breath, eyes closed, breathing in the cool night air around you, when you hear a noise coming from a short distance away from you, like a dog growling. With difficulty you open your eyes and see before you a sight that is frightening to say the least: the werewolf you were looking for is looking at you ravenously, while a dark laughter rumbles from his belly to his mouth. Quickly you try to pick up the phone to call Dean or Sam, but unfortunately your mind is so clouded that you can't even do simple things like this and the phone slips out of your hands to the monster's feet.

"The Winchesters' little friend!" He says, seeing who you were trying to contact. "I've heard a lot about you, among the monsters you are known as their true weakness: so small and helpless, you wouldn't even survive my bite, I'll do you a favor and eat your miserable heart." He continues as he gets closer, and you do whatever comes to your chin at this moment, as you feel death coming slowly but comfortingly too, like an old friend you haven't seen in a long time. You scream Sam and Dean's name as loud as you can, hoping that at least one of them can hear you, your lungs aching from how much breath you had to use and your throat burning from the effort as you feel your strength failing.

You lean back against the wall again, this time with your back, and let yourself slide down to the floor, as your vision goes completely black and your ears become plugged as when you go too deep underwater, and the world seems more and more distant. You have one last flicker of life before you pass out completely in that dark alley, at the mercy of that monster, and you hear Sam's voice call out your name for a moment.

Your heart loses a beat, and then completely dark.

You awaken with a jump and a gasp as you sit up on the bed on which someone has carried you. Your head immediately begins to spin like a spinning top, and your vision fails again as you feel a warm hand settle on your shoulder and bring you back to lie down.

"Relax, you're safe now. It's okay." Says in a low, soft tone a rough voice, leading back to Sam. You, shocked to know he is there next to you, open your eyes with difficulty and find yourself lying on the bed in your room, in the bunker, as you see him kneeling beside your bed. His face shows the weariness he feels, but in his eyes shines a strange hope as he looks at you mixed with sadness. You place your gaze on the rest of the room and see your favorite chair, where you usually sit to read your books or do your research when you are tired of sitting in the library, covered with blankets and pillows, making you realize that your favorite giant has been sleeping there for what seems to be even more than a couple of days, otherwise everything looks the same, unchanged, and strangely everything now seems to make more sense with the presence of Sam and some of his things in the room. Immediately you slap yourself in the face at that thought, reminding yourself that he hates you, and that the reason he is here is because Dean will have had better things to do than watch you sleep.

You're about to tell him that he can leave, and leave you alone, knowing that he doesn't even want to be in the same room with you, as he has shown recently, and that in case his brother asks you, you won't tell him, but he beats you to the punch and starts talking.

"First of all I want to say I'm sorry, you don't even know how much, and I certainly understand if you never forgave me in your life, because I wouldn't forgive myself." Sam says, as you see tears forming in his eyes. You try to stop him, confused as to why he was making that speech, but he stops you in turn and begs you to let him finish.

"We found you just in time, by "luck," if you can call it that, that asshole had decided to torture you a bit before eating your heart, and we got there before he could do it, but when Cas touched you to treat you he said he didn't know if you would survive anyway because your body was too weak since you hadn't eaten for too many days. Dean insulted me and even beat me up a bit before explaining the matter from his point of view." You can't help but widen your eyes, and Sam chuckles seeing your expression, as two tears run down his face, and he darkens a little again before continuing, without looking you in the eye.

"Yes, he also told me about Cas, and also about that affair with our father to make me understand why you decided to cover for him."

You close your eyes for a moment, expecting a series of insults, but you only feel his lips rest on your hand, so you open them again and see him leaning over the bed, as you feel his tears coming hot to contact your cold hand.

"Thank you." The boy confesses in a whisper. "Thank you for everything you did for Dean, thank you for always taking care of him when I couldn't or was too blind and stupid to, I don't deserve to have you in my life."

You can't find the words, and so you do the only thing you can think of this moment, and you take his hand and squeeze it, while barely smiling at him.

"We will always have helped each other, you remember. Then Dean will be your brother, but it's like he's my brother too." You say as you pull his face up and force him to look into your eyes. You see him cry even harder, a few sobs escaping his lips, as he squeezes your hand even tighter.

"I'm sorry, I promised I would always protect you, and instead I was so stupid and jealous that I didn't realize what I was doing." He tells you again, only to stop for a moment and look at you this time with a resolve he lacked until a few seconds ago. "Why did you stop eating? How come you covered your mirror in the bathroom? Dean found the remains of the one from before in the garage, thought you didn't like it and got a new one, so he changed it for you."

Immediately you remember, one night in a rage after looking at yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, you had started punching it until it had become nothing but stardust under your bleeding fingers, and the next day when you had returned from your walk with the dog, you had found a new one, with a note from Dean who had said that seeing that you had taken it off, thinking that you didn't like it anymore, he had bought a new one, so realizing that you couldn't escape that vicious cycle and knowing that if it happened one more time it would arouse even more suspicion, you had simply covered it up, and hoped that no one would ever learn of that dirty secret, and instead, here it all was for all to see.

You look at Sam in those damned puppy-dog eyes of his, and burst into desperate weeping. He, seeing you in this state, instinctively picks you up and holds you in his arms.

"I disgust myself Sam." You finally manage to utter those damn words, and immediately you feel as if your soul lightens as you feel his arms grip your body even tighter as if you could disappear at any moment, and at the same time he does it with an innate delicacy, as if it were a precious crystal figurine that can be broken under his gaze. "I'm disgusted by my body, I'm disgusted by every single thing about me, and you're disgusted by it too, don't lie to me. I thought if I lost weight things would get better, but they don't, I feel worse and worse." You continue, while somehow trying to get away from him.

"In what sense would you disgust me? When would I have ever said such a thing?" He asks confusedly as he looks at you, tears have dried on his face. His eyes range and seem to want to imprint your every little detail in his memory. His gaze makes you blush as you try to find the words to tell him how his words have done nothing but unleash a storm that had long been locked up somewhere inside you and was just waiting to be released. So you take a deep breath and tell him everything, while he looks at you attentively and astonished, his arms still around his body, as if he needs reminding that you are there beside him, and that you are not just a product of his mind.

You tell him everything, every little thing you had felt hearing his words while you were locked in that damn bathroom, your feelings and emotions in the month to follow, along with all the thoughts and all the actions you had put in place in the hope that he would no longer hate you, and that maybe you would hate yourself less, too. He starts crying again, and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

You stay a few minutes clasped to each other, in silence, after you have poured your heart out in front of him, ready to suffer the consequences, when he takes your face in his hands and stares at you steadily with those chocolate-colored eyes of his, and for a moment you feel your breath short.

"Don't ever think of such a thing again. Never. You are perfect exactly as you are, there is nothing I would change about you, there is nothing I don't love about you." At his words you stand still, as if petrified, afraid that a single movement of yours could mean the breaking of this beautiful illusion. "Yes, I am tired of holding all this in, I love you, I love you so much that I am sick just thinking about not having you near me for a second, I love you so much that I would have been ready to kill my brother for stealing the girl I love all my life, I love you so much that I would be ready to climb the highest mountain in the world and scream it to everyone!" He continues as he stands up on the bed, and begins to move his arms quickly, just enough to make you laugh. At the sound of your laughter he turns to look at you, and smiles even more, to return next to you on his knees and cup your face in his hands. "I love every little, tiny thing about you madly. I'm crazy, crazy in love, and I was a fool because I was so convinced that getting away from you would be better for you, that I didn't realize that you were suffering because of me, and I'm sorry. On the one hand I would like to let you go and make you happy, but on the other hand I am an extremely selfish being and I only want you for myself." He continues as he rests his forehead on yours, whispering the last words. "I love you, and I'm sorry."

You look at him, and not even realizing what you are doing, you take his face in your hands and bring his lips to yours. The kiss you exchange arises as sweet and gentle, like two flames dancing in an elegant dance side by side, testing each other's reaction, in the same way your lips move over each other, slowly tasting that new sensation. You feel her soft lips caressing yours, until neither of you has a single breath left.

"I love you too if you hadn't realized it idiot." You comment making him laugh. "I love you, and for so long I would have preferred not to because it made me sick, yet I could do nothing but love you. The only reason that kept me alive was my love for you, even though it was also my poison." You continue by looking into his eyes, and you see the pain in his.

"If you forgive me, I will do everything to correct what I have done." He looks at you, with a penitent and pleading gaze, as he takes your hands in his, before you release one and place it on his right cheek, and he instinctively leans into your hands, seeking that simple contact.

"I've already forgiven you moron." She laughingly comments, before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him again, but this time the air in the room is different. The atmosphere becomes more erotic and intriguing. You feel his hands carefully explore your body, running his hands down your sides from your breasts to your butt, where he rests his large, warm hands, before slipping them under your T-shirt and caressing the skin of your back, making you shiver. You feel his hand rise higher and higher to the level of your bra and undo the hook that held it, but then he stops. Parting your lips he looks into your eyes for a second.

"If you don't feel up to it it's perfectly fine honey, we can stop here-"Sam says unsure, but you stop him.

"Afraid it's too much for you Winchester?" You ask as you raise your eyebrows, and see him smile, before resting his lips on yours, then creating a trail of kisses from your mouth to the chest exposed by the shirt you are wearing, down your neck.

"God, how I've missed you." He comments between kisses, but then stops again and looks at you seriously. "Anyway, I wasn't kidding myself, if you don't feel comfortable we can stop here."

You look at him, in his eyes only the pure affection and love you feel for him, and then put an end to all his doubts.

"I want to do it Sam." You say in a whisper as you take the bottom of his shirt with your hands and slowly slip it off, thus also dropping the bra he had unfastened a few minutes ago. "I want to do it with you Sam."

He looks at you and doesn't let you tell him twice, and he resumes his attack on your neck, leaving obvious signs of his passage, and then moves on to your breasts.

"God, you're perfect." He whispers before teasing one of your nipples. You moan softly at that sensation, feeling his teeth clench, his lips kiss and his tongue lick every single inch of your body, worshipping you like a goddess, a queen, tasting every inch of your skin.

This wonderful moment is interrupted, however, by the unannounced entrance of Dean, who, seeing the scene of his brother splayed across your body as he kisses your breasts, and with one hand explores the rest of your body, while you clutch his long hair in your hands, moaning his name shamelessly, lets out a small scream, before closing the door again.

"Damn you guys could warn." Comments the older brother, as Sam with speed grabs a blanket to cover you.

"Should we announce? You're the one who entered the room unannounced!" Sam replies in turn, making an expression that makes you laugh. "You can still come in now jerk."

"Bitch." Dean retorts, to open the bedroom door again and have a stupid grin plastered on his face. "So, I see Sam hasn't exactly figured out how to talk and resolve a situation, usually the mouth should be free to talk, not busy sucking-"

"You try to say one more Winchester word and I'll tell everyone about Christmas with Cindy McWood." You threaten him, and see him whiten, before his smile returns to its former self.

"Well what can I say in that case guys, good conversation and be sure to use protection, I'm not ready to be an uncle." He says closing the door behind him, then opening it again. "Not that I wouldn't make a great uncle, but I would say I'm too young and then-"

"Out!" You and Sam scream in unison, and the only thing Dean does is give you the finger before walking away. The two of you stand still for a moment weighing what just happened and burst out laughing, before Sam's lips find yours again.

"Where were we?" He asks you next, and you can't help but smile and moan at feeling his lips on you again.

It's shaping up to be a very interesting night, long but interesting, and you know that in the end maybe by tomorrow morning you can slowly look at yourself in the mirror, seeing the reflection of the man you love behind you supporting you.

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[lcthebtswriter]

middle of the night

pairing: sam winchester x reader

summary: a request based off of the song 'middle of the night' by elley duhe

tags: @brianaraydean, @im-that-trash-over-there-blog, @caswinchester20000, @chankuab, @yeahokcas, @fuiabarcelos

warnings: smut, so 18+ only. unprotected sex, alcohol

a/n: with how busy I've been I'm surprised I remember what sex is like. while likes are nice, reblogs and comments are better as they signal boost my work :)

I summoned you, please come to me

Don't bury thoughts that you really want

I fill you up, drink from my cup

Within me lies what you really want

Every few months you get a phone call that you answer without hesitation. It's always in the middle of the night when cicadas sing and fireflies twinkle outside your bedroom window. Sam Winchester rolls into town occasionally, and each time he dials your phone number.

You invite him in no matter how late. Having daydreamed of his return between the lonely nights, you are eager to entertain him. He summons you and is accepted each time. The longer you are apart from each other, the faster each visit culminates into the satisfaction of your desires.

It has been three months since you last heard from Sam, but despite being whatever you were there has never been a time when you felt the need to call him. No matter the circumstances, Sam Winchester never leaves you hanging.

He enters your apartment with a bottle of wine in hand. "I don't think you ever told me your favorite kind," he says. Sam gestures to the bottle in his hands, a nervous smile on his face even though you've done this countless times before. Call it a booty call or friends with benefits. Neither of you has brought up labels, and neither of you wants to ruin it by attempting to decide on one.

"Whatever it is will be gone soon," you say. Sam chuckles at that.

"Well, alright. Let's open this thing," he replies.

You lead Sam into the kitchen. He eyes your new decor and glimpses at the show you paused to let him inside. Not much has changed, and maybe that's why Sam always comes back. Although some of your goals are met and new aspirations arise, there is a sense of home that Sam revels in your presence.

In typical fashion, Sam and you are half a bottle in and he answers your questions with vague responses. You attempt to guess his occupation every time he visits, but you never get a definitive answer. Once, Sam left a badge on your coffee table, but you weren't able to open it because his head was between your thighs.

The memory brings a blush to your cheeks, and you glimpse at the wine glass he swirls in his hand. 'Such a large hand,' you think.

Sam notices the brief silence and sets his glass aside with a smile. He blinks slowly, a bit intoxicated but not naive. In the two years he has known you, Sam has come to learn that you are an open book.

You eye each other, quietly exchanging knowing looks while you screw the lid back on the bottle and push it away. Enough chit-chat, you both silently agree.

In the middle of the night

Just call my name

I'm yours to tame

Sam remembers the way to your bedroom, as is obvious by his backward walk as he drags you behind himself. Sam kisses you, one hand holding your face and the other on your hip. His hands are warm and his lips are soft, although the stubble surrounding them tickles your mouth. You don't care, especially as he sits on your bed and tugs his shirt off.

His muscles are more defined than the last time you saw him. You sit on his thighs, feeling his erection through his jeans stiffen as you open your mouth for him. Sam's tongue brushes yours briefly, and the kiss is broken by his large hands grasping at the hem of your shirt. You part, allowing him to toss your shirt beside him. Sam looks at you, eyes softening briefly as he catches his breath.

"I missed you," Sam exhales.

You manage to respond with a smile, and the moment is cut short by your own need to feel his chest against yours. Pressing your hands against his chest, you feel the beating of his heart as you kiss up his neck. Breath tickling his ear, Sam grabs your hips and directs them into a grinding motion. The feeling of his thighs digging into your panties excites you more, and you let out a soft sigh. Sam can't help but kiss you, silencing such sinful noises in order not to excite himself even further.

He flips you onto your back and presses soft kisses against your chest, hands pinning your wrists above your head. You lay naked before him, and Sam kisses down your navel to the center of your womanhood. He grips your thighs, moving your legs to hook behind him. You look down, seeing Sam's pupils blown with lust as he allows himself a brief lick of your clit. He gauges your reaction and when he's satisfied with how your back arches, he suffocates himself in your folds.

Sam laps at you, flattening his tongue against your clit and then sucking. His fingers dig into your thighs the same way your hands grasp his hair. Your hips buck, but Sam manages to keep you down. His knees are on the floor, bracing against the bed frame in order to keep himself from sliding.

"Sam," you gasp.

His head pops up, hair curled with perspiration and a smile on his face. "What's up, baby?" He asks, moving a finger to slide inside you. He bites his lip, proud of the way you shut your legs when he flexes the digit toward himself.

Your eyes are shut, head lolled to the side in bliss. "More," you say. "I want more."

Sam's thumb circles your clit, his spit and your juices allowing an easy rhythm. "How much more?" He wonders, but you can only manage a whimper. Sam retracts his hand, standing to undo his belt and drop his jeans. Ever eager, you push yourself up further on the bed and grip Sam's bicep as he crawls on top of you.

These burning flames, these crashing waves

Wash over me like a hurricane

I'll captivate, you're hypnotized

Your leg is propped up, opening yourself to him for the first time in months. Sam lines himself with your entrance, and as you grip his shoulders he pushes into you slowly. He fills you, lip caught between his teeth as his forehead presses against yours. Sam finds a rhythm you're comfortable with, and waves build in your stomach as he holds you close and pushes into you.

His soft moan in your ear has the knot in your stomach building, but you want to hold on. You want to savor the feeling of bliss washing through you. Heat envelopes your entire being, and you anchor yourself to the moment by holding Sam's hand. The other pushes hair from your face, and Sam leans down to kiss you as his speed picks up.

"I want to feel you come for me," Sam says. His eyes glance down to watch his cock dip in and out of you with ease. He can feel the spasms of your walls around him, and it's making it difficult for Sam not to finish. He's missed your warmth and soft smiles. He's missed holding you.

Your head leans back atop the pillows, the grip you've got on his hand and shoulder faltering. Your nails dig into his back, and you wrap your legs around his waist as your thighs begin to shake. "Come for me, baby," Sam urges.

Shutting your eyes tightly, black and white spots burn at the back of your eyelids as your orgasm flashes through you. Sam doesn't halt his movements and instead chases after your first release as if begging for another. His arms are on either side of your head, fingers tangled in your hair so he can kiss your panting mouth. Eager to hear him finish, your hips meet his thrusts and Sam groans in response. He's close, and you keep your eyes on his to urge the release.

Sam's abs flex and his cock twitches inside you. Another wave hits your body, enticed by the admiration in Sam's eyes and the feeling of his lips on your neck. He bites tenderly at your shoulder, a groan escaping his throat as he feels you come around him one more time. You're warm and shaking and it makes Sam's orgasm follow.

He pulls out, finishing on your stomach. Warm ropes of cum pool on your abdomen, and Sam peppers your neck with kisses as his body twitches in bliss. Your grip on his hair relaxes, allowing him to fall beside you onto the bed. You both lay there momentarily, your orgasms leaving you in a haze.

Sam gets up and walks into your bathroom. Your eyes shut, head swimming in satisfaction. They only open when you feel Sam cleaning you up with a warm washcloth. He offers you a shy smile and an apology, but you wave a dismissive hand at him.

He tosses the rag into your hamper and crawls back into the bed, pulling a blanket over your body to maintain heat. Sam pulls you against his chest, and you can feel his quick heartbeat begin to slow.

You press a hand against his chest, glad to feel he's there. You're captivated by him.

"Don't leave tonight," you mumble.

Sam glances at the bedroom door, which is wide open and waiting to be shut. He looks at you, smiling at your heavy eyes and steady breathing. You're already drifting into a dream, but Sam already knows he isn't going anywhere. Not this time.

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester x reader smut #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester

[samwinchesterswifu]

Contagious (Sam Winchester x Reader Smut Series)

Requested: No

No set time frame!

Warnings: slow burn, slight kink if you squint your eyes.

Song Inspiration: This series is going to have a lot of song inspo, but the main one is "Contagious" by Trapt

MINORS DNI

A/N: So I have been having this series idea in my head for literal YEARS. I'm so happy to be able to starting writing it! I am starting from season 1, and unsure on how long this is going to be. But i hope yall enjoy the ride!

Summary: Dean calls her suspiciously telling to her to meet her at a bar. She hasn't seen her Sammy in years. Will their flame ever be lit again? All she knows is that Sam belongs to her.

Pulling into the run-down bar Dean had called her to meet him at, she spotted the iconic Impala right away.  Parking nearby, she takes a quick look in the backseat. A heat formed on her cheeks almost immediately. This is where she and Sam lost their virginity to each other at 16. Her and Sam’s relationship was a non-stop running loop. Her father being called in for help on a hunt with the boy’s dad, her staying in a next-door room, and her and Sam finding any chance to fool around as soon as Dean left. She hadn’t seen Sam in years. He had called her the night he left for Standford, telling her it was over, whatever there was between them. But her heart still ached for the younger Winchester. She was unsure if Sam was inside. Dean had made it sound like he needed help with a hunt and that Sam wasn’t with him. However, as she stepped inside, Sam’s smell hit her like a freight train before she even spotted him at the bar.

Their heads turned towards the door at the sound of the bell. Dean’s face lighted up with a smile, but Sam looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Her stomach fluttered seeing him. He looked distraught, his eyes puffy, and his body language seemed slumped. Dean rose from his seat to greet her with a hug, as Sam sat still. Sam couldn’t meet her eyes.

“How you been kiddo?” Dean asked while pulling out a bar stool next to him.

“Oh you know, just killed a werewolf pack with dad in Nebraska when I got your call. What’s going on?” she asked as she waved the bartender over and ordered a shot of vodka. Practically chugging it down to calm the nerves of being in the same room as Sam.

“We think were close to the thing that killed mom.” Dean said bluntly.

 “How do you guess that?” She knew that John went missing but had no idea that this was why.

“Well, uhm- “Dean hesitated, looked at Sam for approval which he only gave a nod.

“Sam’s girlfriend at school died the same way.”

“Oh no, Sammy, I’m so sorry.” Sam tensed up, a dark look coming down his face.

“It’s Sam.”

Oh.

Dean cleared his throat, trying to cool the tension between them. She felt suffocated. Dean’s words ringing in her ear.

“Well, uhm, I don’t know why you called me.” she asked, chugging down another shot.

“We figured,” Dean started when Sam kicked his chair.

“I figured, with your hunting knowledge, and expertise, you could help us out.” Dean looked hopeful, begging almost.

But she sighed heavily. Unsure if she wanted to spend time with them again. Yearning for Sam when he clearly didn’t have the same feelings anymore. She got up from the bar stool as her phone began to ring. It was her dad, probably checking in on her.

“Hold on, my dad’s calling me, I’m just gunna step outside.” She said

She walked to the right side of the building, leaning up against it as they spoke. She told him where she was and that she was with the boys. She could tell that he was worried about her being around Sam again. It was like everyone knew about their past, and just overall energy of one another. They spoke on the phone for a good 10 minutes. Hanging up, she took a deep breath but hadn’t moved to go back inside just yet. Everything was on the line. She heard the bar door open, and Sam popped up around the corner, seemingly to look for her.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly as he approached her. Hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Girlfriend huh?” She asked, as he stood in front of her. He was close, but he was still so far away.

“Yeah,” he muttered looking at the ground.

“Why Sam?” She was defeated. The overwhelming emotions of seeing him after all these years overtook her. Tears breamed in her eyes.

“Please,” he was begging. Sam never begged.

“How do you expect me to help you right now? After leaving, and telling me you couldn’t be in a committed relationship with me? Only to end up with some girl? And the only reason Dean is asking for my help is because of my brain? Do you even want me here?” She was angry, and it was evident in her voice.

Sam sighed again.

“It’s just so hard,” Sam began.

“I’m still in love with Jess but seeing you right now? I feel like I’m 16 again and all I want to do is be close to you.” He groaned. Hands fleeing into his hair out of pure frustration.

“Sammy,” she whispered. Her hand reaching to one of his to try to pull him from his thoughts.

  As their hands connected, Sam snapped to look at her, hunger clouding his eyes. With in a swift movement, his left hand was on her waist and pinning her to the brick wall. His right hand cuffed around her throat. She let out a small whimper as his lips hovered above her own. But he didn’t kiss her, instead, he turned his face to her neck. Taking in a small sniff of her perfume.

“Fuck,” He whispered.

Sam looked up at her again. Unsure of his next moves. She could see the war going on in his mind. Before he could do anything next, the bar door opened again, and Dean was calling for the two. A small whimper left her lips as his heat departed from her body before Dean saw the position that they were in.

“Ah, there you two are.” Dean says as he spots them.

“Are you in?” He asks hopefully. Deans’ eyes darted between the two of them.

Clearing her throat, all she could do is muster up a nod.

“Great! Meet us at this motel.” Dean hands her a card with the motel and address on it.

She could barely reach his eyes. The boys part ways from her. As she looks up, she catches Sam looking back at her. There was just something about his puppy dog eyes, and dumb hair that made her want to fight for him again. Even if it was a losing battle, Sammy was it for her.

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[nikkisheep]

I'm better (Part 2)

Sam Winchester x female!reader

Warnings: nervous reader, Sam has his soul back, FILTHY SMUT, cursing, kissing, oral sex (f), soft smut, rough smut, body worship, big dick Sammy, Sam calls reader beautiful (pet name), mentions of Soulless Sam, face fucking, Sam uses his tie to tie up the reader, cute ending

Summary: After Death places Sam's soul back, he remembers the things that you and he did but you don't know that. What happens when you decide to come clean to him about what happened between the two of you?

What do you do when the love of your life has no memory of the ways he touched you nights ago? You should have known he wouldn't remember. That night was a moment of weakness. You know it wasn't Sam but everything was Sam. His body, his touch, his voice. Oh God his voice was like velvet. You know that you should not have done what you did but how else were you going to say no. Not with the way his hands dominated your body and touched places that some couldn't.

Sam got his soul back, which you were happy about it, but he had no memory of what happened. So he says. He claims that he didn't remember the year that he spent outside of hell as a shell of himself. You looked at him as he talked about the things that he could remember. At least, what he was willing to say.

Days passed and Sam never mentioned that night. Neither did you, but it was weighing on you. Nights were hard to sleep when you know he is so close, just out of reach. He was forbidden from you and it made you want him even more.

On a day that Dean was out with Castiel on a hunt, you were going to confess to Sam. You had to tell him because you couldn't hold it in anymore. You needed him and you needed him now. Even if it ruined your friendship.

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"Sam?" You say, walking up to him.

He made a sound to tell you where he was. He was in the library which when you walked in, he was sitting in a gray shirt with jeans. His hair was a bit messed up from him running his hands through it over the day, making him look even better. God, you needed to get a grip.

"What's up?" He asks, looking up to you.

Your breathing went uneven for a second but you gained composer.

"I need to tell you something and I understand if you never want to speak to m-"

"Whatever it is, we will get through it." He stands to walk to you. He stands in front of you, his chest close.

"I-uh. When you didn't have a soul, we uh- we uh had sex. It was only one time and you left as soon as you finished fucking me into sleep. I didn't know what to do and the only reason that I did it was because I had such strong feelings for you and you kinda made it hard to say no." Sam says nothing.

"I understand that it wasn't you but it felt like you, looked like you," You say as you step closer to the man, "It smelt like you. The ways you touched me, oh Sam, it was as if it was you but I wish that it was you. You completely."

Sam cocks his head to the side as if trying to debate in his head whether or not this was a good idea but of course when your breasts pressed against him with your breath, he knew that he needed to have you. He wanted to be consumed by your touch, your smell, your taste, just you in general.

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Sam presses a kiss to you lips, slowly kissing you. Wanting the kiss to never end, he starts walking you back to his bedroom. He pulls away to close the door, looking at you with love and lust. He doesn't get to look long before you pull him into a heated kiss.

The two of you started to make your way to the bed before Sam laid you down on the soft mattress. He kissed your jaw and nipped at your throat but he didn't do anything rough. His touch was light, as if you were made of glass and he didn't want to break you. You weren't having it so you moved your legs to his hips to pull him down to you but he didn't budge. Instead, he pulled your shirt up with your help and he placed sweet kisses to your newly exposed skin. He took his time as he kissed down your body, mouthing at your body as he made his way back up to your breasts. He looks at you for permission before pulling the simple black bra off. Even though he had seen you before, this time it was really for the first time. It was completely him. And you didn't want it any other way.

He took your breast into his warm mouth and rolled the bud with his tongue. You gasped at the sensation and grabbed his hair. He groaned against you, which made your core tighten. Your hands roam his back before pushing him off you so he could take his shirt off, revealing his toned body. He pressed against you, kissing your neck again. He was careful not to leave any marks but god did he want to. He wanted everyone to know that he did this to you.

"Sam," You moan out when his hips ground into yours.

"He didn't take his time with you, did he?"

"Not really," You gasp out.

"I wanna take care of you, beautiful."

With that, he sat up, pulling you with him. Now in his lap, he attacked your neck once again before making work at your shorts. He removed them with ease and he rolled the two of you over so that he was on his back, with you above him. You look down at him, leaning down to take his hands in yours, pressing them to the bed and then kissing his kiss swollen lips. He got his hands free and one hand gripped your hair as the other began moving you above his face. You look at him with question as if to ask, "Are you sure?" but the look he gave you showed that he was never more sure than he was right in that moment.

His hands came to hold you by your ass and he placed you onto his mouth. His warm tongue flicked against your puckered hole, tasting you. Once he tasted you, he wanted more. He pushes you against he face and you were sure he couldn't breathe. His mouth began to work your pussy and all you could do was grip his hair. His tongue played with your clit, drawing circles as his hands kept you in place. You were a shaking mess but it felt so good. Way better than what the other version of himself had felt. He pushed you up just a little bit to say, "Fuck my face."

He pulled you back down and continued his assault on your cunt. You rut your hips against his face and it sent shock waves through your veins. You moan as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. Sam must have felt it because he started to work harder. You came within seconds and Sam continued until you physically couldn't take it.

"Fuck, beautiful. You taste good."

Sam kissed your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. You wanted to suck his dick again so you started to fiddle with his jeans but he stopped you.

"Another time," He says as he lays you down again and starts worshiping your body as if it was the only thing he knew how to do. As if he it was all he needed in his life to be fulfilled.

Sam kissed your body, licked at your neck, sucked on your body as you pulled his pants down. You wanted him now.

"Sammy," He looked at you.

"Touch me," You say.

"I am touching you."

"Touch me more."

"What do we say?" He asks.

"Please touch me sir," He groans at the title you give him. He pulls his pants off completely and his underwear.

He starts to gently touch you and you weren't having it.

"Samuel, I won't break."

"I just want to be careful with you because I know what that asshole did," He said with his head down.

"You knew?"

"Yes, but to be fair, I wanted to tell you that I did but I was afraid that you would stop talking to me."

"Sammy, I would never. I chose to engage in it and I was scared more than you would ever know," You say before kissing him softly.

"Just, do some fun stuff with me."

He nods and starts to get up. You look at him confused. He pulls out a tie. He gestures for you to move closer to him and he ties the soft silk around your wrists and he tightens it until you can't get undone. He kisses your bound wrists before moving over you. He holds your hands above your head and lines up his dick with your entrance. He teases you a bit and you huff but it gets caught in your throat as he presses completely into you. His size is so big that it takes a moment for you to adjust.

"Fucking hell, Sammy."

"It's not Sammy or Sam. It's sir when we are like this."

"Yes, sir." You gasp out when he pulls back before pushing back in.

His thrusts are still soft, shallow. He still was trying to keep under control. You noticed and lifted your bound hands and placed them around his neck. You pull him closer to you as your breathing becomes ragged. He nips at your collarbones as you lean up to his ear.

"I want you to lose control. I need you. Don't be scared, I won't break."

He grunts as he picks up his thrusts. His hips set a steady pace as he sits up on his knees with you wrapped around his body. He continues to fuck up into you as you cling onto him.

"Oh god," You moan out.

"Not God, just me beautiful."

You spread your legs wider around him, trying to bounce onto him, to meet his thrusts but all you could do is hang there on him as he fucked you so good. He kissed your breasts and collarbones as he moved your bodies in sync. You use your weight to push him down into a seated position and you began to rock your hips against his. His cock dragged against your walls as you fucked yourself onto him. You pressed passionate kisses onto Sam's neck and when Sam felt you get closer to another orgasm, he started to rub circles on your clit. He wanted to get you there.

Your core squeezed him so tightly, causing his thrusts to stutter before going back to the rapid punches to your pussy.

"He didn't make you feel like this. No one could make you feel like this," He grunts as you climaxed on his dick. He smirked before fucking into you a little bit harder.

"Sam, I can't anymore."

"One more, beautiful." He kissed your sweaty body as he made you cum so hard, you nearly blacked out.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"Cum inside me, Sammy." And with that his thrusts became more ragged and he fucked up into you without rhythm. Three more thrusts later, he stills inside of you as he releases into your womb. He gasps air into his lungs after the heated session the two of you shared.

"That was way better than anything I have ever had." You smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I knew."

"Sam, it's okay. I understand."

"And I am terribly sorry I did that to you when I had no soul," Sam apologized.

"Sammy, it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have let you."

"You said that I made it hard for you because of your feelings."

"Yes, Sam, I have feelings for you."

"Good because I have feelings for you too."

"You better get some sleep, beautiful." He kissed you.

"Why?"

"Because now that I got a taste of you for real, I ain't letting you go. I want another taste of you."

"Sammy!"

"It's sir, right now, beautiful."

He rolls over you and kisses your neck. The two of you kiss and cuddle until the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

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[mrs-padalecki2341]

Hey um. This is my first time doing an ask but can u maybe please write an enemy to lovers

Sam and reader (reader is assumed to be vamp or wolf or something else but is innocent and 100% human)

Misunderstanding

(Sam x Reader)

I tried my best to fit the prompt, so I hope I did okay and that you like it! Enjoy!

Warnings/Promises: Gunshot wound, canon level violence, smut, screaming kink, unprotected sex/ creampie (wrap it before you tap it), slight praise, kind of like an enemies to lovers thing, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed something.

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You were on a case, hunting what seemed to be a werewolf. After three days and no luck, you decided to take a break and hit the local bar. Now, you were on your way back to the motel, when someone screamed help from an allyway.

You turned the corner to see the werewolf running off and a man lying dead on the ground.

You walked over and crouched beside him to check for a heart, and sure enough, it was missing.

You sighed and wiped the blood that got on you on your pants. You were about to go call the cops about the body when someone called out behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned and saw two guys at the other end of the ally right as one of them shot a silver bullet into your shoulder, just missing your chest and heart.

You stumbled and collapsed against the wall, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and reaching for your gun with the other.

"What the fuck?!? Who the fuck are you!?!?" You called out to the guys.

"Shit. She's not a wolf..." The taller one said as they both ran up to you.

"Wolf? As in "Werewolf"?" You asked, still leaning against the wall, a slight strain to your voice from the pain.

How did they know about werewolves?

"Yeah. We're looking for a werewolf..." The shorter one says.

"Wait, so you're hunters?" You asked, confused.

"Yeah, I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. So, are you a hunter too then?" The tall one replied.

"Y-yeah... Did you say Winchester? As in *the* Winchesters?" Your eyes went big.

"Uh, heh, yeah. That's us." Sam chuckled as you stumbled a bit. "Oh, yeah, sorry about shooting you... Here, let me see..." He moved your hand away from the wound and examined it. "Whew, yeah, you're gonna need stitches for that. We can take you back to our bunker and fix you up there if you want."

He reached his hand out to help you stand up from on the wall.

"Thank you." You murmured, accepting his hand. "I'm Y/n, by the way. Y/n Y/l/n."

They helped you back to their 67' Chevy Impala and drove you to the bunker.

Once you got there and they stitched and patched you up, you leaned back in your chair. You glanced at the room around you, which was a library with shelves filled with countless books on legends and lore.

"Y'all have a nice place." You sighed and relaxed your body.

"Thanks." Sam smiled and sat down beside you, turning on the little lamp in the center of the table.

Dean came walking into the room with three beers in hand.

"Want one?" He asked and looked at you. When you gave him a nod he tossed it to you, then tossed another to Sam, before sitting down across from you and opening his own.

You cracked open the bottle and took a nice sip, then sat it back down, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you admired the men before you.

The three of you had sat there and talked for a while and drank a few beers, when Dean stretched.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night. See y'all later." Dean said though a yawn as he gathered all the empty beer bottles the three of you had accumulated.

"Kay, g'night Dean." Sam called to his brother.

"Night, Sammy." Dean called back as he walked off to go to his room for the night.

Once Dean was out of earshot, Sam turned to you, a slight smile forming across his face.

"Y'know, I've been thinking, this whole time while we've been sitting here, about how pretty you are." He said, his smile growing.

"Really?" Your face flushed.

"Yeah. And I do kind of have some making up with you to do after I shot you and all..." His face flushed as well. You could tell he was a bit nervous.

Taking the hint that he was trying to flirt, you leaned forward.

"How about you do some making *out* with me instead, and we'll call it even?~" You smirked, making him blush harder.

"Deal." He whispered, smirking back, before scooting closer to connect lips with you.

When his mouth reached yours, you couldn't help but let out a little squeal of excitement, a thin layer of sweat forming on both of your bodies. You scooted out of your chair and into his lap, wrapping your thighs around him. He groaned around your lips as you deepened the kiss, your tongue twirling around his.

"We should probably go somewhere more private." He said, breaking the kiss.

You nodded in agreement, and he grabbed onto your thighs, picking you up as he stood from the chair. You twirled his thick hair around your fingers and nipped at his neck as he carried you back to his room.

The door opened and shut with a creak and left you and Sam alone in the privacy of his bedroom to do as you pleased. You were shaking with excitement and lust as he laid down on the bed with you. You wasted no time finding each other's lips again and you both let out tiny groans of enjoyment as you kissed enthusiastically.

"Take off your clothes." He commanded in a deep and rough tone.

You did as you were told and stripped off your clothing, starting with your blood-stained shirt, until all that was left on you was the patch over your wound.

"You're even prettier than I'd thought you would be." He gawked as he removed his own clothing.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of him. How the hell were you going to take all of that??? He noticed the way you were staring and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle at first until you get used to me."

You nodded and then pulled him back down on the bed and kissed him. It was like he was a drug or something. You just couldn't get enough. Every second that your lips were away from his felt like an eternity-long withdraw.

He moved his hand to his cock to line it up with your soaking wet cunt.

"May I?" He asked, waiting for you to consent to him entering you.

"Please..." You moaned, needing him inside you like a fish needs water.

He slowly pushed his tip in, causing you to let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.

"Do you need me to stop?" He says, worried he hurt you.

"No, please, God no, don't stop." You begged through a moan.

"Okay, let me know if you do need me to stop though, okay?" He said as he pushed in deeper.

"Okay." You said while you moaned and mewled in pleasure as he pushed himself deeper inside of you. You could feel every last bit of him as he eased into your throbbing core.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to move." He said as he bottomed out, his hips against yours.

"Okay, you can move." You said with a deep breath.

He pulled out slowly, until just his tip was inside of you, then he pushed back in, then out, then in, then out, then in.

"Mmm, fuck Sammy, you're gonna kill me. Faster." You whined.

He sped up his movement just slightly, making a subtle difference.

"Mm, no, *faster*. If you don't hurry up and fuck me right, I might explode." You exclaimed, desperation clear in your tone.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied jokingly, pulling his hips away and then pushing back in at a finally decent pace.

"Ahhh, that's more like it." You sighed, moving your hips to meet his with each thrust.

"Yeah... Damn, you feel amazing." He praised, groaning in pleasure.

"Fuck!" You yelped out as he hit your g-spot, sending an extra strong jab of pleasure through your core. "Mm, fuck, right there..." You spread your legs further to give him more room to move inside you.

At this, he sped up, pushing harder into your g-spot with each thrust into you until you were practically screaming.

"Ah, shit, you sound perfect. Keep screaming, baby." He groaned, moving his hands to your hips and pushing even harder to make you scream louder.

"F...f... fu... mm... FUCK, SAMMY. MMMN~" You yelled out as you squeezed around his cock and came so hard your vision went fuzzy.

He kept moving in and out of you, until his rhythm faltered, and his pace sped up for the final pushes into you until he came inside you, digging his fingers into your sides hard enough to leave marks.

"Wow." Was all he could manage to say as he exhaled heavily and rolled over onto his back beside you.

"I agree. Wow." You sighed, still euphoric and half blind with pleasure.

You huffed out with a soft "hmmm~" and scooted in closer to Sam's giant figure that lay next to you on the bed.

"You're good at that." You spoke softly after a moment.

He just smiled in response and chuckled as he laid there with you in his arms.

You were both already about to pass out, when there was a thump at the door.

"Y'all okay in there? I woke up to Y/n screaming." Dean's tired voice could be heard from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, we're good." Sam called and you both let out a little laugh.

"Ohh... alright then." Dean replied as it clicked in his head what types of screams they were. "Well, I'm going back to sleep then. Try to keep it down."

"We won't!" You called to him, fully intending on screaming at the top of your lungs next round.

Sam just laughed, gently kneading one of your breasts in his hand.

"So, I guess that means this is a more than one round type of thing then?"He suggested, smiling at you coyly.

"Mmhmm. I hope you didn't plan on sleeping tonight~" You purred, pulling him back up against you.

"Oh, I don't plan on sleeping for a week if you're gonna keep this up the whole time~" He groaned back, snatching you by the hair into an aggressive kiss before climbing on top of you for round two.

-SP<3

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[welldonebeca]

Housewife Halloween (III)

Summary: Sam hates Halloween. When he catches his girlfriend dressed up and playing as his wife, he realises the day might not be so bad, after all. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Stanford times. Fluff. Wife kink. Roleplay. Dirty talking. Orgasm control. Anal sex. Clothed sex. Degrading kink. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected sex. Aftercare.

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Sam pushed you to your feet, tossing you over the side of the couch and raising your skirt, licking his lips as he watched your pussy leaking under your plugged ass.

Fuck, he loved your ass.

He loved fucking it, slapping it, fucking biting it and watching it.

His eyes lingered on it for a moment, tempted into eating your ass out for the next hour, but his cock was throbbing, and you had stretched yourself for him as a good wife. He should honour that.

"Do you want to take the dress off?" you asked him, throwing him a look over your shoulder.

"Take it off?" he repeated, tapping the plug with the tip of his finger before slowly pulling on it and pushing back, earning a soft whine from you. "And waste all of the effort you put on dressing up so pretty for me?"

Finally, Sam pulled the plug all the way out, moaning to himself when he watched your asshole throbbing and squeezing around nothing.

"I would never do that," he grabbed his cock, and pushed into you, licking his lips and smirking when he saw your hands clenching on the seat in front of you, already moaning softly.

Fuck, you were so tight there. Even when with all the lube and your pussy's slick around his cock, it was still a tight fit.

"Fuck, wife," he grunted. "Your ass looks so pretty swallowing my cock, you need to see this."

You moaned, and his eyes moved to the side table, finding your phone right there.

Well, maybe you could see it.

Sam pulled it back and unlocked it, quickly getting on the camera and pointing at where his cock was pushing into your ass.

He continued to click and click, photographing everything until he was balls deep in your ass, taking slow breaths to control himself.

Fuck, he never imagined fucking your ass would be so good.

The two of you never really did it before now. Sure, Sam had fingered your ass a few times and talked about fucking you there, but it was a surprise that you had taken such a big step forward to get him to fuck you.

You moaned arching your ass up to him, whispering something he couldn't quite hear, and he grabbed you, thumbs digging into your round globes before he pulled his hips away, slowly fucking out and into you.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned.

"Sam," you whimpered. "Sam."

His balls hit your folds, and Sam licked his lips, feeling how wet you were just by that.

You continued to whimper and moan his name, lost, as if you didn't know any other word.

"Look at you, baby," he thrust into you harder. "Can't think of anything but me..."

He took his fingers to your cunt, teasing your entrance, and you moaned louder and darker.

"I fucking love it when I fuck you stupid," he pushed a single finger into your pussy, just teasing you, knowing this was just going to entice you. "Got your smart little brain dripping down your cunt, just like it should."

Your walls squeezed around his finger and his cock, sensitive and ready for him.

"Cause that's what my perfect wife has to be like, isn't it?" he cooed. "A set of holes for me to fuck and cum into...  a pretty pussy for me to breed over and over again."

Sam took his finger away from inside you and slapped your clit with his wet hand, and thrust deep inside your hole, closing your eyes when it squeezed his cock and your moans became louder and into a little scream, and your whole body shook and convulsed under him, and you came, sobbing his name so loudly it made him wonder if the neighbours and people roaming outside in the street would hear you.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Such a good hole for me, cumming as I fuck your ass."

You just cried more, and he licked his lips, ready to test a theory.

How long had you been preparing for him? How long had you played with your ass and saved that orgasm for him?

So he slapped your clit again.

Your ass squeezed around his cock once more, squeezing him as your pussy gushed against his balls.

Fuck, he knew he could make you cum again just by slapping your clit. He knew you would make such pretty noises and would be such a little dumb crying little thing, cumming over and over again with just his hands, screaming his name, so loud everyone in Stanford would know he was the one to make you feel like that.

"Sam," you whined softly.

He would do it some day. But not now.

"Please," you cried out. "Please, cum inside, please, please."

Sam moaned deeper. Fuck, your ass was squeezing him so good.

"Please, husband," you panted. “Cum in my ass.”

His eyes closed at the name, and he did, cumming hard inside you as you moaned and panted, calling him your husband, over and over and over again.

Sam pulled you up and closer to him, turning your head and kissing your lips before taking his free hand down, playing with your clit to make you cum, not yet satisfied as his cock shot inside you.

"Sam," you whimpered into his lips.

"Husband," he grunted, moving tight circles around your bud. "I'm your husband."

You cried out, sounding more desperate.

"Cum for your husband," Sam pulled away from your mouth, hissing into your ear.

Your voice grew louder, breathless, and his fingers didn't stop until you were screaming and squirming, wigging in his arms, lost in pleasure.

He let you fall forward, lying back in the couch again, before pulling out of you, kneeling in front of you and spreading your ass cheeks.

Sam watched as his cum leaked from inside you, feeling something big and dark growing inside him, possessive of what he was seeing.

His lips moved to your pussy right after, licking and paying with your pussy before sucking on your swollen and sensitive clit.

"Sam!" you screamed.

He grabbed your hips before you could move away, devouring your pussy.

"Sam!" you sobbed, moving above him. "Please! It's too much!"

He moved himself away from your clit for a brief moment.

"You'll take what your husband gives you, wife," Sam grunted, moving right back to eat you out.

You screamed and shook, but he didn't stop, sucking and licking, knowing well what would make you cum.

The moment he shoved two fingers into your cunt, curling them against your g-spot, your body tensed completely and your pussy gushed against his face, squirting as you came for him again, weakly crying out his name.

He finally stopped, kissing your thigh before standing up and gently pulling you along with him, sitting on your lap as you whimpered, still quivering over him.

Sam moved his fingers through your hair, placing a soft kiss on your makeup stained cheek.

He held you silently, continuing to caress your hair and face, comforting you.

"You were so good," he kissed your temple. "I'm so proud of you."

You held his neck a little tighter, and Sam lifted you up, carrying you to your bedroom and caressing your thighs comfortingly.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

"Want your shirt," you mumbled. "Don't want this dress."

Sam nodded and unbuttoned the back of your dress, helping you off your dress before doing the same to the skirts under it before taking off your bra, and kissed your forehead before pushing putting it all over a chair, not caring much about it now.

He gave you a bottle of water and kissed your temple before picking up his shirt - one you had stolen from him and was your favourite.

You nodded and lied down on the bed when he sat you on the mattress, spreading your legs and letting him clean the mix of your seed and your wetness from between your legs, and he just carried you along with him again when you wrapped your arms around him, so small he was using a single arm to support you as he threw the wipes away.

"Let's lay down," he kissed your cheek.

You nodded, still clinging to him as he lied on the bed, and only raised your eyes to his face when you were safely tucked into his chest.

"Was I a good wife, Sam?" you asked, softly.

"You are the best wife," he affirmed simply, reaching for you and kissing your lips before doing the same to your cheeks, nose and forehead. "You are perfect."

"You are the best husband," you whispered into his neck.

Sam just smiled, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, and his finger touched your ring finger briefly.

Hopefully one day, when life was a little easier, and he was a lawyer, and you were a nurse, he would make you his read wife, not just a Halloween one - though he was, indeed, staring to warm up for the holiday.

He heard a soft snoring sound from you and smiled to himself, realising you had fallen asleep already, and let himself drift asleep just as well, thinking of you with his ring on your finger as he did.

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“Housewife Halloween” was posted on Tumblr on May 2022. To read the prequel, “Plough Pose”, and have early access to all of my work, subscribe to my page! It’s just $2 a month and I post 6x a week!

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